The corridor narrowed as Ethral slowed her steps, the air subtly warmer here, as though the manor itself recognized this stretch as her domain. Golden wall lamps burned lower, their light soft and intimate, casting elongated shadows across the crimson carpet beneath their feet. The silence was deliberate—no servants, no guards, no witnesses.
She stopped before the final door.
Dark wood, reinforced, traced with faint golden inlays that shimmered when the light struck them just right.
"Wait here," Ethral said without turning. Her voice carried calm authority, the kind that did not tolerate misunderstanding.
Euris halted instantly. "Y-Yes, my lady."
The door opened and then closed with thud in hurry.
Euris remained where he was, his back straight and head slightly lowered, like a servant should. Every inch of him playing the part of a cautious, obedient youth but inside, his thoughts churned.
'A Viscount's private chamber,' he noted.
He did not move and time stretched.
Then a voice comes from inside. It was too soft and sweet to be someone who was just like an authority, just some minutes ago.
"Come in."
Eklavya opened the door slowly.
….
The chamber beyond was bathed in warm light and quiet elegance.
Tall windows lined one wall, sheer ivory curtains drifting slightly as moonlight poured through, silver and calm. The walls were pale, adorned with restrained gold patterns—dragons, flames, noble sigils—each placed with deliberate taste rather than excess. A thick red rug softened the marble floor, muting every step.
At the center stood a wide white bed, immaculate, its sheets smooth and untouched, bordered by pillows.
And sitting upon it was Ethral. She had changed.
The rigid noble attire was gone, replaced by a loose one-piece night garment of deep red. The fabric flowed freely, thin enough to move with her breathing, clinging softly at the waist before falling naturally over her legs.
Her shoulders were bare, her collarbone catching the light, and her long red hair was unbound, cascading freely like fire finally released from restraint.
She looked powerful and vulnerable.
Waiting.
Euris stepped inside and closed the door carefully behind him.
The sound echoed louder than expected.
"Come closer," Ethral said.
He obeyed with a little hesitation.
Each step felt heavier than the last. His noble clothing—yellowish-white with gold edging—fit his body perfectly, emphasizing clean lines and quiet strength beneath his carefully hesitant posture. His expression was open, uncertain, innocent.
She watched him closely.
He looks too cute like that, she thought. 'Almost cruel.'
"Sit," she said, tapping the bed beside her.
Euris sat, leaving just enough distance to suggest caution. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, the white sheets cool beneath his hands.
From this close, he could feel her warmth, smell the faint scent of incense mixed with warmth.
"You think I bought you as a servant," Ethral said softly.
He hesitated, then nodded. "Y-Yes. T-That's what you told me b-before"
Her lips curved faintly.
"No," she said.
She turned slightly, folding one leg beneath her, the fabric of her nightwear shifting fluidly with the motion.
"I bought you because I wanted you." The words were calm and honest.
They unsettled him far more than cruelty would have.
….
Ethral's gaze drifted momentarily—not to him, but inward.
Once, she had been a Baron's daughter. Once, she had believed sacrifice could buy safety.
Her marriage had not been born of love, nor desire, but calculation. An arranged union with an Earl—cold and powerful enough to elevate her family's standing. From Baron to Viscount, her family rose overnight, their future seemingly secured by ink on parchment.
But she had never gone to his estate. She had always refused. Duty had bound her name, not her body.
The Earl had accepted it publicly, smiling through clenched teeth, enduring whispers and rumors, making attempts to approach her that she rejected time and again. For two years, their marriage existed in title alone—no heir, no intimacy. no submission.
Then that earl divorced her.
And afterward he didn't stop there. After all, nobles are not like that.
Her family vanished one by one. Some because of accidents. And some because of illness. Unfortunate events that drew no suspicion—except from her.
It took her a year to uncover the truth. Her former husband had orchestrated it all.
He could not demote her rank, but he could erase her roots. And so he had.
Since then, Ethral had lived alone—Viscount in name, survivor in truth—her desire buried beneath grief, rage, and iron restraint.
Until now.
….
She turned her attention back to Euris.
"You know what nobles like me can do," she said quietly. "And you still followed."
"I-I didn't think I-I had a c-choice," he replied.
A soft laugh escaped her. "How cute. Good answer."
She leaned closer, lifting his chin with two fingers, tilting his face up until their eyes met. Her touch was gentle—but commanding.
"You're afraid," she observed.
"Yes," he admitted.
"That's acceptable." Her hand rested briefly against his chest, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath the fabric.
"And yet," she added softly, "your body is honest."
Euris's breath hitched as he tried to suppress his sexual desire but failed it and now his little brother was already straight under his pants
She leaned in, close enough that he could feel her presence fully.
"You've never been touched," she said.
He swallowed. "N-No."
"Neither have I," she replied quietly. Then she pressed him back.
Euris fell onto the bed, white sheets wrinkling beneath him as he stared up at her in surprise. Ethral hovered over him, one knee resting on the mattress, red hair falling around his face like a curtain.
Her gaze lowered briefly—then returned to his eyes, amused.
"So innocent," she murmured. "And already reacting."
Her hand rested lightly over his clothing, teasing rather than forceful.
"Relax," she said. "I won't hurt you."
She then slowly opened his shirt buttons, one by one. With her right hand, she gently moved it over his lower body and pressed against him through his clothes.
This two-time virgin—both in his past life and his present one—now felt a wave of pleasure surge through his body. "Ugh"
She smiled and looked at his face, then slowly touched her lips to his. Euris decided to let her do whatever she wanted and played along. He wanted to act innocent for the time being—to survive, that was all. He didn't know what might happen if he rejected her outright.
As their lips touched, both of them slowly opened their mouths. Euris allowed Ethral's tongue to enter his, and she played with his tongue using her own, turning the kiss messy and deep.
After all, even though Ethral was a virgin, she had at least kissed the earl a few times before. Their marriage had lasted two years because of that.
So yes, she did have some experience.
As she kissed him, she held his hand and guided it toward her round breasts, making his hand touch her chest. She spoke while kissing him, taking brief pauses in between.
"Mmmhmm… Play… Mm… with it."
Just as she instructed, she began moving her tongue inside his mouth, while Euris also started touching her breast. He grasped her perfectly round breast and squeezed it slightly.
"MmmmAnnnghh… " Viscount moan like she was just a helpless girl at that time.
As he started messing with her b.r.e.a.s.t. and Ethral with his tongue. Ethral took her hand up and opened his pants belt and button from one hand. She holds Euris's little brother in her hand and starts stroking him slowly and smoothly.
Euris was in pleasure. Then Euris also started playing with her b.r.e.a.s.t. more tightly.
"MmAnnngh…"
"MmAnnnngh"
She mourned in pleasure. As even his touch from above his skin was sending her to heaven.
Then she took her mouth up and licked her lips seductively with her tongue. "It looks like your little brother is desperate as well." Her face became a little red as she sat on bed and moved toward his d.i.c.k.
Euris wanted to play with that round big breast more but he knew that he can't just do it himself, not right now.
Ethral took off his pants and held his little brother with her hands, she gave a kiss on tip.
And now his little brother was six inches straight. She was surprised by its size. She took a gulp and took his d.i.c.k. fully in her mouth at once. Though she didn't do that before, yeah, she was still good at it.
'Ughh'
Euris moan with pleasure as she licks his little brother from inside her mouth. While giving him pleasure.
'Ughh' 'Ughhh'
After multiple strokes. Euris holds Ethral's head while arching his bottom up and sends his whole dick inside her mouth.
With a moan. "Ughhhhhhhhh.... I am coming…."
She nearly got choked but drank the all love juice that came out.
After sometime Euris freed her head.
She sat and looked toward his face. Which was truly cute to her. "You nearly choked me."
Euris suddenly sat on the bed and said while looking down. 'Ahh… S-Sorry…. I didn't m-meant to"
She smiled and said it is really funny to tease you.
Then she removed Euris's coat and gently pushed him onto the bed as she lay down beside him, and the two of them curled into each other.