MGN | Chapter 30

After the release, an overwhelming pressure filled his loosened body. It felt like being a fish skewered on a spear. It was as if that grotesque penis had pierced beyond his inner walls, reaching down to his throat.

“Ha, ah!”

Tears he had held back burst forth with that single thrust.

Maël hurriedly raised his arms to cover his eyes. His eyes were hot, and he quickly rubbed them dry. Even though he was naked, taking Yves’ penis and climaxing, he didn’t want to show himself crying. Of course, Yves didn’t care and continued to thrust deep like a beast.

His lower body was in the air. Yves held Maël’s waist with terrifying strength, lifting him like a toy, and moved endlessly as if splitting Maël’s body.

“Ugh, ah, ugh.”

His body shook so much it bounced. His weakened waist kept collapsing, becoming a stimulus for deeper penetration. Somewhere in his brain seemed to break, and heat surged below as his inner walls were pounded.

Tears he barely held back threatened to spill again, so Maël reached out with his free hand to fumble for a pillow.

“Move it.”

Yves commanded. Holding his waist with one hand, he thrust, and Maël could feel his inner walls twitch. Maël didn’t listen. As he twisted his body and his thighs trembled, Yves grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed.

He didn’t let the tears show. Though his eyelashes and eyelids were surely wet, at least he hadn’t cried in front of Yves. That was important, so Maël didn’t avoid Yves’ gaze.

His breath hitched. Yves, with an unreadable look, scanned his face and remarked as if observing.

“Better than when you’re angry.”

Words without meaning. But Maël couldn’t care about such things. This sex had already been interrupted and absurdly continued several times.

Yves slowly thrust his hips again. Inside, he was stretched to the limit. If he pushed and stirred, the pain would suppress the pleasure. But with such slow stimulation, Maël struggled to escape with his arms and moaned.

“Ugh, ah, ah.”

His tongue loosened, and his mind buzzed with a sense of crisis. Light-colored eyes kept entering his blurred vision.

A sense of defeat rose. This wasn’t the kind of sex where lovers confirmed their love. It was a mounting of beasts, with a monochrome man from hell imposing the nonsense of being a couple on him.

If there was anything that could be called a relationship in the stupid play they were about to perform, the control would belong to Yves. It was a declaration of hierarchy.

Maël knew that all too well. And yet.

“Ah, I… ah!”

As Yves thrust that penis deep, pleasure surged up his spine. The shaft rubbed in and out of the heated entrance. On top of the persistent pain, near-climax pleasure covered him. His head tilted back, and his vision turned white. His insides were so hot they ached.

“Ugh.”

Trying not to cry out in excitement, Maël brought his free hand to his face. Even then, Yves grabbed it, pinning both hands to the bed as if in surrender.

Without the large hand supporting his waist, he couldn’t hold on. As Maël’s body collapsed, Yves thrust his penis in without a gap.

Skin pressed against skin until it was crushed, and his inner walls convulsed. As the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak, Maël trembled and climaxed again.

“Ugh, ah.”

Every sensation poured out.

Maybe that’s why. Suddenly, tears that had been welling in Maël’s eyes overflowed. He couldn’t hide them quickly due to the pleasure coursing through his body. Maël bit his lip and panted.

“Ha.”

Yves, watching, exhaled a hot breath and twisted his lips. Then he buried the entire shaft as deep as it could go. As he exhaled a long breath, a hot, uncomfortable sensation spread inside Maël’s belly.

With Yves’ grip slightly loosening, Maël belatedly covered his eyes with his forearm. He felt his chest rise and fall irregularly.

Yves stayed like that for a moment before pulling out. The sensation of the still thick and long penis withdrawing was so vivid that Maël had to bite the inside of his cheek.

Only after Yves withdrew did Maël’s suspended waist touch the bed. Maël didn’t cry anymore, but he didn’t lower his forearm from his eyes either.

Footsteps and the sound of a door opening echoed.

A cold, sharp sea breeze briefly brushed over the bed. Then the footsteps continued. It seemed like the door closed, but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know if Yves went out to the balcony, headed to the bathroom, or left the room entirely.

Honestly, he didn’t want to know.

Maël pulled the bed sheet over his body. Exhaustion beyond his limits made his body heavy. His mind was full, and today, he didn’t want to think about anything else.

In the darkness, Maël closed his eyes. Sleep came over him. He felt something flowing from below, stretched beyond its limits. It didn’t matter.

* * *

Except for the coat left by the table and the suit jacket and tie thrown on the floor, Yves Valois stood on the balcony of the suite where Maël Moon stayed, dressed no differently than when he entered.

The blue light was gradually fading as dawn passed. The sun peeked over the edge of the sea, and dark blue waves crashed into white foam against the cliffs. The sea breeze cooled the heat that seemed to boil even in his mind.

Looking down at the sea where his half-brother drowned, Yves took out his phone. Mikola answered before the second ring.

“The phone.”

“I’ve locked it with a security key as you instructed. It activates the moment the password is entered.”

“Leave it there.”

It was about Philippe’s phone, collected to see if there was any information to gather.

But even Mikola couldn’t hack a phone with a password. So they chose a suitable alternative. They installed a hacking tool to replicate internal data the moment the lock was released.

Of course, it was just a precaution, and the phone would soon be thrown into the Mediterranean Sea by Yves.

The rising sun was excessively bright. Yves squinted and slowly organized his still boiling thoughts before speaking.

“Did you reach the parliament? When is the same-sex marriage legislation going into effect?”

“I understand the legislation will be enacted precisely this morning.”

A country with only twenty-four members in its parliament. It was good that things moved quickly in a small country that watched the Grand Duke’s mood. Yves spoke again, gauging the situation.

“City hall at noon. Find someone to stand as a witness for Maël Moon.”

The exceptionally competent secretary, who could procure drugs in the middle of the night or contact a few billionaires partying for days to inform them that the Prince of Monaco was heading their way, responded a beat late for the first time.

“Then… please let me know the ring size.”

“I’d better handle that myself.”

After saying that, Yves ended the call.

The cold wind pleasantly swept over his body. As he brushed back his sweat-soaked hair, he felt the lingering scent of sex. Naturally, the recent events came to mind.

“It works even with a guy.”

Yves laughed at the thought.

As far as he knew, twelve people had died in the Grand Duke’s house, where they decided to eliminate illegitimate children capable of reproduction rather than acknowledge them.

“If luck had been worse, I would have been the thirteenth.”

Yves knew that it could become a reality at any time. So, at least to be recognized as blood, it was worth enduring the ridiculous act of being a gay. For the reassurance of the Grand Duke’s side and stability on his side, he planned to be caught having sex a few times anyway.

He thought he might have to take an aphrodisiac if his body rejected doing something he’d never done before.

“Aphrodisiac, my foot.”

His eyes turned to that ridiculous lawyer’s body.

The last thing he remembered was the eyes, one larger than the other, swollen with tears, and the light-colored pupils. They crumbled, wetting the eyelashes and skin.

“Got to admit it.”

It was a sight that could mesmerize anyone with eyes.

Yves was annoyed when that man knelt as if to perform fellatio, and even though he knew he was having sex with someone of the same gender, it was amusing when he tried to hide his climax. As amusing as it was arousing.

But when Maël, who had burst into tears so pitifully that he couldn’t take his eyes off him, seemed to have his proud spirit truly broken, his cheeks stiffened.

Yves couldn’t stay there any longer.

He escaped to the balcony, unable to name the sensation.

Yves swallowed a curse that threatened to burst for no reason. Under the fully risen sun, the sea stretched endlessly.