Chapter 71: Chapter 71

Upon returning to the condo, Vincent sensed the atmosphere floating in the air. He felt ominous and wanted to run away immediately.

But here was Agatha, whom he loved, moaning loudly from his room.

The moan pierced straight into his ears.

Slowly, he approached where the coquettish sound came from. Swiftly, the eerie feeling he felt at the door of the condo overtook him. He stood in front of his room, and from the small space of the open door, he was able to confirm that his intuition was right.

“Ahh! Lanceil! Hmm! That feels good! F*ck!”

Her voice glistened so that it could be clearly distinguished from others. He could see their beautiful maid, lying on her stomach and his brother doing it from behind her.

‘Again,’ Vincent said in his mind.

He witnessed the truth he didn’t want to know, and he smiled bitterly.

His brother, Lanceil, would not make a mistake such as going into the wrong room or forgetting to lock the door. It was on purpose.

Lanceil wanted to show Vincent that he should stop staying in his house and let him devour Agatha as much as he wanted.

Perhaps in some way, Lanceil won.

Vincent stepped aside, leaning on the wall with a sigh.

Whenever his brother’s c*ck seemed to come out, Agatha yelled as if she was thrown away by the popping sounds.

“Ahhh! So good! Damn!”

“Where? Here?”

“Y-Yes! There!”

“Why are you eating me so deliciously? What if Vincent comes?”

“No! H-He can’t see us! Please!”

“Of course. He should not.

“Ahhh!”

Hearing their conversation while having s*x, Vincent’s heart ached. It was the first time he fell in love and worst, that woman was in love with his older brother. Pathetically, he could not do anything but shut his mouth and stayed still on the side.

“Haa,” Vincent sighed.

He shut his eyes, which he might regret soon.

Because as soon as he shut his eyes, he heard Agatha’s frantic voice.

“It’s deep! No! Please!”

Vincent began to imagine. What if he’s the one banging Agatha from behind and not his brother?

The thought made him hard. He unzipped his pants while standing near the opened door of the room and took out his manh**d.

“Haaa, Agatha,” he whispered, only enough for him to hear.

Even though he was only imagining it, his thing was already swollen. He closed his eyes and recalled Agatha’s figure he had seen a moment ago.

‘Damn, I’m touching myself right now while Agatha was spreading her legs for my brother!’

Despite knowing how stupid this was, Vincent was swept away by the atmosphere and made a mistake. He felt so miserable touching himself alone like this while Lanceil was f*cking her!

‘Just this time, just this one time, please,’ Vincent pleaded inwardly.

He promised to finish once by thinking of Agatha, and after that, he would move on. He will let Lanceil and Agatha live happily together and be gone.

Can he?

“Ahhh! Sh*t! Ahhh!”

Vincent bit his lower lip while hearing Agatha’s moans coming from his room. His hand, which was on his er*ction, moved nonstop while thinking of Agatha.

His thing, which looked even more ferocious with dark red veins rising, ran towards its climax.

“Haaa…”

Splash!

Vincent spit out cursing at the sudden bursting sound. His sh*ft was still standing, but he had no choice but to tuck it into his pants.

There was a sound coming from the room. Vincent straightened out his appearance and ran to the kitchen to himself.

He peeked out, and then, he saw his brother carrying the naked Agatha towards her room. She had fainted after c*mming several times.

Seeing Agatha’s naked body, Vincent’s sh*ft hardened again.

His eyes didn’t leave the sight until Lanceil closed Agatha’s door.

“Haa, f*ck it. What am I doing?” Vincent asked himself.

He promised that once he came out once, he would move on. But now, just mast*rbating wasn’t enough. He wanted to do more with Agatha, and that would only be possible if Lanceil came out of her room.

And he did.

Lanceil came out, put on clothes, and picked up his phone.

“I will come tonight. Tell them that I am on my way,” Lanceil said on the other line.

As expected from Lanceil Grim. He was busy at work and Vincent wondered how did he have time to date their maid and even f*cked her repeatedly.

From the kitchen, Vincent secretly watched Lanceil put notes on the center table. He smiled sweetly, kissed the note, and then moved out of the condo, not noticing that Vincent was inside.

‘Did he go?’

Vincent approached the note and read what was inside.

[“I went out for the meeting. But I will come back home tomorrow. See you, my lovely Agatha.”]

“He will… come back tomorrow.”

There was madness glinting in Vincent’s eyes as he looked at Agatha’s room.

“Brother will come back tomorrow,” he repeated, not realizing that his feet were already taking her in front of Agatha’s room.

Breathing heavily, Vincent held the doorknob of the door and pushed it open.

The smell of the love liquid and the wine penetrated his nose.

When he peeked inside his room while Lanceil and Agatha were joining, he noticed bottles of wine on the ground. Vincent guessed that the two of them drank wine before f*cking.

“Don’t tell me, he will go to a meeting while smelling like that?” Vincent got worried for his brother.

Nonetheless, he was talking about the perfectionist Lanceil. Vincent knew that Lanceil would get rid of the smell first and do something to save himself, and he stopped worrying at that point.

If there’s one thing he should get worried about, it is the situation he’s in right now.

Agatha was sleeping on her bed. Her body was wrapped with the blanket, and Vincent wasn’t sure if she was already clothed or not.

Slowly, he approached the lady, forgetting what was wrong and what was right. He made sure Agatha would not wake up. And then, he grabbed the blanket and shoved it away.

“…!”

Vincent gulped at the sight in front of him.