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ZLS Chapter 32

 (M) Chapter 32 - Christmas Eve (Part 4)

Christmas Eve, Part 4

Novel Title: ツァイガルニクの恋の沼 (Zeigarnik’s Love Swamp)

Author：月村奎著 (Tsukimura Kei)

Illustrator：志水ゆき (Shimizu Yuki)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 市川春音 (Ichikawa Harune -MC) & 二ノ宮航輝 (Ninomiya Kouki -ML)

*Please read at kin0monogatari.blogspot.com, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Kouki quickly joined him under the covers, and their playful kissing resumed.

The feel of their bare skin touching while they kissed made Harune’s mind spin. The sensation was so overwhelming that he felt like he could fly off into the distance just from that alone.

“Mmm...”

Kouki’s rough fingertips slid slowly along Harune’s dick, brushing up from the base, making a sound come out of Harune that he didn’t even recognize as his own.

“Hyaa…!”

“You’re already hard.”

“What-... What’s that supposed to mean? Are you making fun of me?”

“No. It just makes me happy to know you’re excited because of me.” The sincerity in Kouki’s voice, and the sheer joy that came through, made Harune’s chest tighten.

“... Of course I’m going to get excited when the person I love touches me like that.”

As Kouki showered Harune’s face with kisses, he suddenly lifted his head and gazed deeply into Harune’s eyes. “Say that again?”

“Huh?”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I... I love you.”

The heat in Harune’s body intensified, spurred on by his own words.

Kouki smiled, a warm and melting expression.

“That makes me so happy.”

“...Isn’t it obvious by now? You should know that already.”

“Even so, hearing it said out loud feels amazing. But, you know, I love you more.”

“Mm...”

Kouki planted another passionate kiss on Harune. As his tongue explored the inside of Harune’s mouth, his thumb traced slow circles over the tip of Harune’s dick. With so little experience, Harune was overwhelmed in no time, nearly on the verge of tears.

“W-Wait... if you keep doing that all of a sudden, I’ll...”

“Then let it happen.”

“I don’t want it to be one-sided...”

“Then should we do it together?” Kouki uncapped the bottle he had taken from the shelf earlier and poured some of its contents where their dicks were pressed together.

“Ah!”

The cold sensation was brief, replaced quickly by warmth as their dicks were rubbed together, sending a wave of maddening pleasure through Harune.

“Ah... ah...” He was close to climaxing almost instantly, and he had to fight to distract himself.

“Y-you’ve been preparing all this? Things like getting this ready, changing the room, making a feast... a-and... are you even working properly?”

“Nope. These past few days, I’ve been too busy thinking about you to get any work done.” Kouki said it with a pleased grin.

“You... idiot.” Harune had meant to sound exasperated, but a sweet, nasal tone slipped out instead.

Because... he had always thought it was a one-sided love, yet Kouki had been loving him that much all along.

Harune himself had stayed up late for the past two nights, knitting gloves, his thoughts entirely on Kouki.

“When you say ‘idiot’ with such a cute face, it’s dangerous.”

“A-Ah... no…!” The sensation of being rubbed and teased by Kouki’s fingers finally overwhelmed Harune, and his body shook uncontrollably as he reached his peak.

Kouki, watching Harune’s face intently, held his breath as he too reached his own climax, spilling warm fluid across Harune’s stomach.

“...Haa... haa...” Even though Harune had only been lying there, his breathing was ragged and heavy.

When he tried to twist his body to reach the tissues by the bedhead, Kouki held him from behind. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The low, sensual voice sent a shock through Harune’s brain.

“...I’m not running. I’m just grabbing tissues.”

“No need.”

“What do you mean, ‘no need’? The bed will get dirty.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re about to do something that’ll make it even dirtier.”

“What are you... ah…-!” When Kouki gently bit down on the back of Harune’s neck, his body went limp, like a kitten being carried by its mother.

Kouki’s teeth, lips, and tongue glided over Harune’s skin as if savouring every inch, trailing down from his nape, to his neck, and along his spine.

“...Ah...”

It was as if every inch of Harune’s back had become a sensory organ. Even the smallest touch sent tremors through his body, and from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he felt a sweet, tingling sensation.

Though he had just reached release moments ago, the blood began rushing back to his groin, making him painfully hard between his body and the sheets.

“Your back is seriously beautiful,” Kouki whispered in a voice full of admiration, making Harune squirm with a strange mix of embarrassment and flattery.

“...S-stop saying such cheesy things. What kind of face are you making when you say that?”

“I mean it, though. But... you’ve got some tension here.” Kouki’s fingers found a knot between Harune’s shoulder blades, and before Harune could react, another cold liquid dripped onto his skin.

“Whoa!”

“Oh, sorry! Was that too cold?”

Kouki placed his fingers over the wet spot, spreading the lubricant with his fingertips, massaging it into Harune’s back. “How does that feel?”

“...It feels really good.” Since it wasn’t a sexual sensation, Harune was able to admit his feelings honestly.

“Just think of it as a resort spa, alright?” Joking lightly, Kouki warmed some more lotion in his palms and spread it across Harune’s entire back.

The gentle pressure of the massage felt so good that it gradually eased the tension from their earlier intimacy. Coupled with his lack of sleep over the past few days, Harune felt himself drifting off into a relaxed, sleepy haze. But just as he was about to succumb to the drowsiness, Kouki’s fingers slid down his back, brushing against the cleft of his buttocks.

The relaxation disappeared in an instant, and Harune instinctively tried to sit up.

“It’s okay, just relax.” Kouki gently pushed Harune’s back down against the bed, forcing him into a position where his upper body lay flat, but his hips were raised, making him stick out his ass.

This time, with deliberate intent, Kouki poured more of the cold liquid into the space between Harune’s butt cheeks.

“Ah…!”

Kouki’s fingers slowly worked the liquid downward, deeper in between the cleft.

“N-no...”

Harune’s body tensed up, instinctively trying to flee from the unfamiliar sensation, but Kouki gently pulled him back.

“Don’t worry, I won’t push you too far. Just relax.”

With a voice so sweet it made Harune wonder where Kouki had learned to sound like that, Kouki continued to loosen the cleft up.

Whenever Harune muttered things like “No” or “I can’t,” Kouki’s hand slid between his legs, searching for the truth behind his words.

“Ah... no...”

Harune wasn’t lying—he truly felt like he couldn’t handle it. That’s why the words spilled from his mouth. But the place where Kouki’s fingers probed was hard and swollen, betraying the excitement that his body couldn’t hide, despite what he was saying.

“That’s good. Your body is excited,” Kouki whispered, satisfied, right next to Harune’s ear, making him want to curl up in embarrassment. Yet there was no denying what his body was feeling.

Kouki’s fingers, which had been moving back and forth, soon started softly entering the entrance from behind.

If Harune really insisted that he didn’t want this, Kouki would stop.

But...

Even though it was scary and embarrassing, Harune’s body, against the frantic protests of his mind, did not resist. Instead, it yielded to the instincts of love, slowly parting his knees to accept Kouki’s touch.

“Ugh…”

Even though it was just a finger, the discomfort felt overwhelming. But once it pressed deep inside, that area suddenly softened and relaxed.

At first, the sensation was duller than Harune had expected. While the surface of his skin was sensitive enough to feel ticklish from even a single hair, the inside, where Kouki’s finger penetrated, felt distant, almost as if it were numbed.

“Nn…!”

The motion of Kouki’s finger spreading the lubricant inside felt like it was happening through several layers of fabric. Even so, despite never having experienced this before, a growing sense of curiosity welled up inside Harune. It was as if something lay beyond that dulled sensation, something he wanted to discover, and his hips moved on their own in response.

Kouki let out a heavy breath. “Man… today might be the day I die.”

“What are you even-… ah…!” Just as Harune tried to respond, Kouki’s finger pulled out and then returned with more pressure. The added stimulation began brushing the edges of pleasure.

“Ah, ah… something feels… strange…”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, not that… just…”

Kouki’s fingers instinctively reached down to the source of his arousal, feeling an urgent pressure that made it seem like he might burst at any moment.

“Here?”

“Ah!… no…”

Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged deep inside him, a sharp contrast to the earlier distant sensation.

“I-… I’m gonna…”

Before he could push himself further, Kouki’s fingers gently pulled away from his excitement.

“Wait…”

“Huh… aaah…”

Kouki’s fingers, which had been inside him, were completely withdrawn, leaving a hollow emptiness in their wake. But at that entrance, Harune felt something far hotter and bigger than the fingers.

“No, wait, I can’t…”

The feeling of being entered from behind, where he couldn’t see, felt like trying to push a bowling ball into a hole meant for a golf ball. The pressure was immense.

“Ah…!”

“It’s okay, I’ll go slowly.”

“I can’t…”

“They say it’s easier done than said.”

“W-why would you say that now? And besides, my sister said the worrying part was way easier than the actual birth!”

“Really? That’s a kind of argument no man can ever win.” Kouki’s amused tone made Harune unintentionally relax, and in that brief moment, Kouki thrusted in further.

“No…!?”

The sensation of being penetrated was completely different from the foreplay with just fingers. The tight, overwhelming pressure was a testament to Kouki’s current arousal, and the thought of it filled Harune with both tenderness and an almost unbearable happiness.

Harune’s body responded by releasing hot fluid from the front.

“Ugh… I can’t… aaah…” Harune’s body clenched around the tip of Kouki’s dick. As Harune rubbed his forehead against the sheets, his body shaking with orgasmic pleasure.

“You feel incredible…” Kouki whispered, stroking Harune’s back while patiently waiting for his climax to subside. Then, he thrusted in even deeper.

“Ah…! ah…!”

Harune’s feelings, nurtured over nearly two decades of one-sided love, now flooded out all at once. Both his body and heart, having been restrained for so long, now felt like they had burst open.

Even though he had already come twice, a bottomless pleasure surged from deep within where their bodies were joined, and Harune, on the verge of tears, dug his nails into the sheets.

“No… I can’t… take it… anymore…”

Kouki, though on the verge of climax several times, would say things like, “I don’t want our first time to end so quickly,” and would take pauses, only to slowly resume his thrusts deep inside.

During that time, Harune was brought to the brink of release multiple times, his mind becoming so clouded with pleasure that it felt like his brain might melt away.

“…Harune, you’re unbelievably cute. Just thinking about tonight will give me energy anytime, anywhere.” Kouki’s voice, brimming with admiration, seemed to be whispered to someone other than Harune, and as he peeked back through his pleasure-dazed mind, he noticed Kouki was gazing toward the window. Following his line of sight, Harune suddenly snapped back to reality.

The wide glass door, with the curtains left open, acted like a mirror, reflecting their entwined figures.

Feeling mortified beyond belief, Harune let out a raspy shriek. “Close the curtains!”

“This view is too good to waste, don’t you think?” Kouki replied in a dreamy tone, all while still thrusting deep inside.

“N-no, it’s not! Besides, anyone could see us from outside!”

“The only ones who’d bother peeking at this hour are a pervy Santa and his reindeer.”

“Stop messing around! I don’t want anyone but you to see me like this!”

Harune tried to scold his thoughtless lover, but after a brief silence, Kouki muttered something as though he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Harune… you’re seriously so cute, I could die…”

For some reason, this had the opposite effect Harune intended.

“What? Huh?”

“So, show me more… just for me… let me see how much you’re enjoying this…”

Kouki leaned in close, whispering into Harune’s ear. Despite wanting to retort with a sharp “you idiot,” a wave of sensual pleasure and happiness caused Harune to tremble.

Kouki then hastily reached for the curtains, yanking them shut, and with renewed intensity—almost as if it were their first time—he began fucking Harune to the edge of climaxing once again.

“Ah, no…! stop…”

Harune knew without a doubt that his voice would be gone by tomorrow, and his legs would barely hold him up…

Despite screaming, Harune decided to stop worrying about tomorrow and surrender fully to the bliss of the moment, letting himself be consumed by their sweet, passionate lovemaking.

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*Translator’s Note: This is the only mature chapter for the light novel. Hope you guys enjoy it. Don’t forget to rate it on novelupdates if you like it. -K

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PP Chapter 10

 10. LUCCA CODRIN: The Curse

As much as I’d like to keep staring at the ceiling in the dark, painting images in my head, my eyes couldn’t help but wander away towards the window. What is he doing right now? That odd Caleb boy… His curtain is completely shut off this time. No fucking-and-showing tonight I guess? He is like a full grown man in a boy’s body. A complete insane man at that. I couldn’t put my finger around it. I can’t figure him out. I used to think that it’s easy to read people. I thought that I had it all figured out. But look at me now. What a mess. Where’s my initial mission of coming back here? What about that? What’s halting me from getting what I want? But then again, what is it that I truly want? I no longer know. Why is it now that I feel like the more I figure things out, the less I know? This is all so confusing to me. 

Lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice that there are shadows lingering outside of my room. I got up to a sit on my bed in an instant as I saw it. Papa… it must be him. I look at the doorknob and unwelcome panic surges up inside of me. To my relief, I realize that I’ve locked it. But… wait. Why am I relieved? Isn’t it my mission to get him? To own him? Why am I like this now? I hear the doorknob rattles a little and then I heard a little snicker coming from the man standing outside my door.

“Lucca, are you awake?” He asked. It is papa! “Will you open the door for me?” I heard him ask again. Will I open the door for him? My heart is beating loud in my chest with a mixture of anxiety and confusion. Before I can even gather my thoughts, I heard the sound of metal being inserted into the keyhole and the doorknob twist leading the door to creak open slowly. 

I can feel my forehead sweat as I saw the tall man entering my room. My eyes are widened in horror and disbelief. He has the key! He has the key all along! “Oh dear… You are awake after all,” he simply commented, twisting his arms across his chest, watching me. He looks conspicuous and perfectly suspicious… like he has something up on his sleeve. 

“P-papa?” I called, failing at acting calm. He lets out a short sigh before walking up to my bed like a man disappointed but already found a way to reroute his disappointment. He seems like he has it all figured out and it makes me nervous. Hiding my nervousness is out of the question. He looks like he can see right through me with his gaze. I can’t help but to think, at that very moment, that hey, this man is my father but he is also a complete stranger to me. I didn’t know him. And I’d like to think that he doesn’t know me as well. We’re strangers. We had become strangers.

He sits at the side of my bed and immediately places one of his hand on my right thigh. “Can’t sleep, Lucca?” He asked as his thumb slightly caresses the part of the skin from my thigh. I tense up in response. I couldn’t think of a reply for his question. He also didn’t wait for a response. He just started to trail his hand from my thigh up, slowly, calculatingly, towards the part in between my thighs. I feel his hands caressing my balls. The thin layer of my pants is the only thing that stood in the way for him to completely violate me. 

But he is violating me right now. And… and… and it disgusts me. I quickly grab his hand in a reflex mode and shove it away, surprising him and myself in the process. I look up to him, eyes narrowed with hatred. He looks down on me, eyes narrowed with determination and anger. “You dare, Lucca?” he threatened.

“I dare, Papa,” I talked back. “You need to stop doing that.”

He snickers a little at me. I can’t understand what’s so amusing for him. “You used to like it a lot, Lucca,” he indicated with a sick smile and as soon as he said it, he pushes me down to the bed, pinning me down with his weight and strength. Both of his hands are holding tightly to my wrists, pushing it down further on the soft mattress. I wanted to scream but I feel like it’ll only excite him more so I didn’t. Instead, in a quick moment of thought process, I decided to test my luck at diverting his intention. 

“Olivia 2!” I exclaimed. “Who is Olivia 2, Papa?” I asked. Got him! His eyes are widened in surprised at the question and he hesitantly loosen his grip. 

“How do you know that name?” He asked. Is it my imagination? But his voice sounds like fear. It could be just my imagination.

“I went to the cemetery today and saw a small tombstone. Who is that?”

He lets go completely of me and just sits by the side of my bed, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, taking his time. “Ah… you know well how to ruin my mood,” he simply commented. He lights his cigarette and I waited. He turns to look at me. There’s a tiny hint of sadness showcased on his face then he turns to look away again so that I can’t see his expression. “It’s Olivia the second, named after my mother. She is your twin sister. She died at birth,” he explained, without looking at me.

“Died at birth? I have a twin sister?!” But… that can’t be true, right? It makes perfect sense why I see a girl that looks like me in my dreams then but it doesn’t make any sense that I can see her as a little girl if she died at birth! How can I have memories of her? “But…” I started. “I saw her, papa.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her sometimes in my dreams. I saw a girl that looks just like me. She would play hide and seek with me sometimes and she always wears white and she just…she’s there. If she died at birth, who is it that I saw?” I unconsciously blabbered my thoughts without warning and almost gasped in surprised as I saw papa’s expression as his head is already turned to my direction. He looks like he wanted to cry. “Papa, are you okay?” I couldn’t help but to ask.

He quickly looks away. “Damn, I’m cursed,” he simply said in a shaky voice. “You know, Lucca. I always do this. No matter how hard I try to avoid it, I always do this. People I love, they either become corrupted or dead. I dare not hope it will be different for you because I know, someone as cursed as me can only destroy people. I wanted to live forever. I thought I can reach immortality. But my immortality might just be the price I have to pay to lose everything that I ever loved.” He stands slowly and walks towards the door that he had left ajar. “Choose, Lucca. Will you let me corrupt you? Or will you let me be the death of you?” With a sad smile, he closes the door behind him.

I am confused. That was actually the most I ever heard him spoke to me. He usually keeps thing short and simple but just now, what was that? I never knew papa could even make that expression. I never knew papa could be sad. So he is human after all. But what does it mean? What does he mean by the curse? What else that I didn’t know about the Codrin family? About my own family? My heirloom? And which would I choose? Corruption? Or death?

PP Chapter 6

 6. EDMUND CODRIN: Attraction

Well, I do have interests in young boys but it’s a secret that is not entirely a secret to some. There’s only one other secret that is most sacred to me. And I still remember the way she looks even back then. Only one woman in this entire world whom had captured my heart from the beginning. Only one whom I had felt safe to be with my whole life. Some people might not get it. No. Most people won’t get it but that is fine by me. What I do with my life, time, and heart has nothing to do with them anyway. And they have no say in it either because I’m in charge. They won’t even have the guts to disagree with me unless they’d like to be gutted by me and fed with their shits till they die. They wouldn’t want to experience something as inconvenience as that.

Lucky for me, I’m married to a woman of similar interest to mine now. In young boys that is. “Why is it so quiet in here?” Jessica posed a question as she entered the dining hall. The boys were sitting in their places at the dining table with their mouths shut tight. There’s an amused look on Caleb’s face while Lucca’s face is flushed red. If I had not known any better, I would have said that they had done something quite naughty before we stepped into the house based on the suspicious nature of their manners.

“Nothing, mother. We’re just done with breakfast,” replied Caleb. I honestly don’t really fancy looking at his handsome face. He is suspicious and seems cunning to my eyes. I feel that if I care too much about the boy, he’ll top over me and will take over everything I ever built. 

Lucca, on the other hand, is sitting quietly at his own place. He didn’t even turn to look at us, standing in front of the door. For a moment there, it was almost as if he wasn’t there at all. I took a step closer to him and run my fingers through his soft blond hair. He seems surprised by the gesture and turns to look at me quickly. “Are you alright, my Lucca?” I asked with the softest voice that I can produce, looking at him with my eyes narrowed.

He takes a hold of my hand lightly and pulls it away from his hair softly. “I’m okay, papa,” he answered. “Welcome home.” Though it was a bit late, he greeted me still. It was then that I notice the looks in Caleb’s eyes. At me. It was full of hate. He was gritting his teeth. At me. At me, his step-father. It outrages me. But I can’t help to understand his reason why. Therefore, to not give in to his insipid thoughts of ever thinking of having my one and only Lucca, I need to show him who’s bigger here. I need to show him whose Lucca belongs to. So I lean down while I lift up Lucca’s face with the tip of my finger and kiss him softly on his lips.

The small peck of a kiss lasted for only a few seconds since Lucca had quickly pulled himself away from me and pushed me off of him. “Papa?” He called out, as if trying to shake some sense into me, looking around at everyone. His face turns red. How cute. 

“Yes?” I merely answered. He only looks at me with a surprised and disbelief face at my nonchalant response.

“Edmund! What were you thinking?!” Jessica yelled. She looks at me angrily.

“What?” I asked with an innocent face. “At least I don’t hide it,” I defended myself. “I know what I want,” I added. “But you… Do you think what you did to your own son is much of a secret after all?” I asked, provoking her. At that, I heard a screech sound of a chair dragged on the floor. It’s Caleb. He had stood up and left the dining hall in rage. And I heard steps in pursuit of him. I watch as my Lucca runs towards where Caleb was headed. Something unsettling settled on my heart. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him have Lucca. In the background, I heard white noise of Jessica rambling madly at me. I can’t care less. I know what I want and I’ll get what I want.

PP Chapter 3

 3. Act Two. Passion!

Sleep comes easy for Lucca though he is aware that the bliss will only be temporary. “Mom?” He calls out to his mother, who is swinging on a swing by a lakeside. The sun is shining brightly on a hot summer day. The birds are chirping in the distance. “Ah, Lucca. There you are, my baby boy,” she whispered softly. She then pulls him closer to her breasts. He feels comforted and safe, at first, until the grip tightens and he starts to choke, trying to force his way out of her suffocating embrace. The scenes changed dramatically. It is no longer a sun shiny day. A storm is raging. He can hear thunder roars in the distance. Lightning strikes here and there. She is no longer embracing him. There’s a knot around his neck and he is struggling to be free from choking painfully in the air. She is in front of him, on another necklace of rope, blue, unmoving, eyes bulging out of their sockets. As he tries to scream for help from beneath his choking throat, slowly, just slowly, the corpse smiles at him with her teeth all crimson in blood. 

That’s when he wakes up. He is drenched in his own sweat. He had expected the nightmare, but each time when he wakes up, he still sweats profusely. It is not a nightly occurrence though. But each time if he is going to have this particular nightmare, he can sense it early on before he went to bed. It’s always the same. Except for the beginning. In the beginning, he would dream of random memories of his mother who always seems to be perfect. In every aspect. She was indeed perfect in every aspect. And Lucca resents her all over again for that. 

He sighs a little to the relief he felt deep inside to the thoughts that she’s gone now. All that’s left of her were the good old memories. It somehow felt wrong but also right at the same time. Lucca doesn’t like to think of his mother. It always confuses him and makes his head ache. As he finally shuts the memories and thoughts of her from his brain, he notices that there’s a shade of shadow lurking underneath the little gap in between the floor and his door of someone pacing back and forth steadily outside his room. He lifts his body up a little from his bed, rolling the blanket that’s already soaked from his sweat off of his body. He can feel it in his guts. Papa? He calls out in his head. He knew it is him there outside of his room. Please come in, he monologues a plea. He longs to feel his father’s touch. He misses him so much. Please…

The shadow lurks a little while longer before it stops in its pace and then walks off from the door. Lucca can hear it clearly. The footsteps that pace away from his room. The fading sounds of those footsteps. A little, slowly, heartbreakingly, a tear falls down from one of his eyes. And a deep hatred grows bigger inside of him. He clenches his fist, holding in the raging fire of anger inside from bursting out. He wants to scream but he can’t. He wants to throw things in his room, smash everything to pieces, rip apart the bed sheets and curtains but he can’t. He can’t do these as he must pretend to be the nice innocent boy for the audiences. He closes his eyes, trying hard to calm down. He inhales and exhales in an effort to cool down his anger but he ended up shaking. At the very frustration of not being able to vent, tears stream down from both of his eyes. He sobs lowly, trying not to make too much noise, covering his face with both of his palms. He cries for an amount of time. But…

Ahh Ahhh Ahh!

He stops crying when he suddenly hears sounds of someone’s moaning. It’s in a distance, but he is quite sure that that is the sound of sex. He gets up and walks over to his window which partly opens a little and allows him to hear sounds outside. His eyes grew wide in surprise at the sudden view in front of him. It was of a woman, completely naked, both palms pressing on the glass of the window. Her breasts are bouncing, her face looking lewd in pleasure as she moans loudly, shamelessly. A boy is taking her from behind. He is pounding in her over and over. Lucca can’t quite make out what expression he is making as the shadow hides his face well. But the moonlight shines brightly on the woman. “Fuck. Is that his girlfriend?” Lucca manages to mutter underneath his breath. It has been a while since something shocks him like this. He chooses to ignore them. The sound. The view. They anger him even more. He can’t believe that Caleb is such a shameless son of a bitch. As he’s about to lie back down on his bed, he then realizes that he recognizes the woman. She’s one of the servants in the house! He feels disgusted at the sudden realization. “What a perv,” he mutters to himself again and closes his eyes, transitioning to the state of the unconscious. He doesn’t feel like he will have another nightmare. Being awake gives him more nightmare than sleeping anyway.

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A week had passed and Lucca is more pissed off than ever. Every night, Caleb would have someone new in his room. And he would fuck them at the window, with his curtains wide open. Lucca is sure now that Caleb did exactly that for show. This is because Caleb always has his curtains shut during the day but it’ll be wide open at night, only during his fucks. He wanted Lucca to see him fucking random women, girls, men, and boys in his room. All ages. All ethnicity. He has no particular taste. Lucca is beginning to think that Caleb is the type who would just fuck anything that moves. And that makes him sick. He is now sitting right beside him at the dining table. There are only two of them for breakfast this morning. Lucca is even angrier to the fact that Papa never comes to his room. He had gone to party with his bitch of a wife every night for the past few days. Who the fuck parties every night? Well yes, his father. And his step mother is a fucking party animal too. Like mother, like son. Except that her son parties in a different way every night. At this rate, he won’t be able to gain success at winning his Papa back.

“-hey!” Lucca stumbles out of his own thoughts at the sound of someone calling after him. He looks at the person sitting next to him.

“W-W-What?” Lucca asks. He didn’t mean to stutter but he did. And that carves a smile on Caleb’s face. Lucca doesn’t know what to make of that smile. He is looking rather amused. Slightly, resent and hatred grow inside of Lucca. He feels like punching the boy right on his face or poke his butter knife straight through the boy’s cheek. But he steadies himself, still pretending to be that nice innocent pretty little boy that he is.

“I was asking you to pass me the butter,” Caleb said.

At that, Lucca looks at the butter in a plate next to him. And then looks back at Caleb’s plate. He has butter on the plate next to him too. Then, why? Why is he asking Lucca to pass him his butter?! He is slow to react to this. Is this bullying? Is he being bullied or is Caleb just fucking stupid? It’s so hard to pretend to be nice to this boy! Lucca takes his plate and slides it over to Caleb without a word. “There, there. That’s a good boy,” Caleb commented. Lucca is fuming with anger. What a brat, he thought.

Chuckling a little to himself, for whatever reason that amuses him as Lucca couldn’t quite figure it out, Caleb takes a bite of his bread without even putting on the butter on it. “Say…,” he started. “Did you enjoy the view?” He asked.

Lucca knew exactly what Caleb means. So it’s true. He intentionally let his curtains wide open to show off to Lucca? Lucca smiles a little but he doesn’t answer the question. Maybe there’s no point in pretending to be nice to this boy. He needs to be threatened. He needs to be shown who’s boss. How dare he looks down on a murderer, Lucca thinks hard to himself. “About that,” he now starts. “I-..”

“-Wanna come to my room?” He was cut in by Caleb before he could even say more. “I wonder what kind of face you will make,” he added. He looks at Lucca so steadily, eyes of a superior, looking down on Lucca as if Lucca is below him. Lucca’s eyes widened in surprise. He clenches his fist in a fit of rage. That’s it! Lucca loses his cool. He no longer cares. He stands up from his seat in anger and pulls Caleb up by his collar, ready to punch him on his face.

PP Prologue

 Prologue

"I'll take good care of you," he said as he picked the young boy up from the bed and made him sit at the edge of it. It's raining heavily outside and the sounds of thunder with the sight of lightning goes side by side, taking turns, as if they're working closely and intimately together. The young boy is afraid of the thunder and the lightning. He once saw a lightning hit a tree only a few metres away from him and it traumatized him. He feels safe in the comfort of the older man.

"Can you sing me a song? Make the rain stop?" He asked the older man a favor. He wants to kill his fear for the night.

The older man only smiles at him, alighted at the childish request of the young boy, feeling a stirring in his pants. "You are so cute, Lucca," he complimented. "I can't make the rain stop. But I can make you feel good," he promised.

The young boy's eyes lighten up in delight. "Really?" He asked.

He nods at the young boy, pretending to be attentive when all that he cares about right now is the erection he has in his pants. "Yes," he insisted. "This will be our little secret." He knows he can no longer hold himself back no matter how much the voices in his head scream out to him telling him that this is wrong. His hands crawl up to the part in between the thighs of the young boy, massaging it and feeling the boy's treasure mounting. 

"Papa, what are you doing?" The young boy asked, feeling guilty at the funny feelings he has in his guts. Oddly though, it feels good to him yet, it feels wrong too but he doesn't know what to do because the man is his father after all. So, this can't be wrong, right? At least, that's what he thought.

The older man smiles at him softly. "Making you feel good, Lucca," he answered. "Now make Papa feel good too," he ordered. The boy noticed it, that hint of evil in his father's eyes but he loves his father. He trusts him. His father loves him too, right? This is a normal thing for a father and son to be doing, right? He answered those questions with a 'yes'. Unfortunately, he will only know of the ugly truths in years to come.

But he will no longer be afraid of the rain and the darkness. Or of the thunder and the lightning. He will see things in a new perspective. The tree that was burnt down by the lightning got past the burning and started anew. It was like rebirthing. And Lucca was reincarnated that night. He lost his old skin and gained a new one, much like a snake. And he will thank his father for it. The one who should be more afraid now is his father, not him.