Eunid stood in quiet contemplation, his mind spinning with the new information he had gathered about Rattler. His thoughts were interrupted as the atmosphere of the ballroom shifted.
The lively music softened, and the lights dimd, casting a muted glow over the grand room. A single spotlight pierced the darkness, drawing every pair of eyes in the room towards the top of the grand staircase.
There, high above the guests, stood Apollo, the heir to the Chasity Family. His long golden hair, glistening under the light, frad his handso face, the kind that every girl dread of. He looked every bit the embodint of charm and grace, his strong jawline and gentle smile capturing the room’s attention effortlessly. Yet, it wasn’t just Apollo that the light shone upon.
In front of him, seated in a delicate, ornate wheelchair, was his older sister, Sprite. She wore a radiant smile, her bright eyes taking in the grandeur of the evening. Despite her condition—her autism and physical limitations—she seed unaware of the true intentions behind the guests’ presence. She believed they were here to celebrate her, her special day, and that thought alone kept her joyful.
Apollo stood behind her, his affection apparent as he tenderly guided her wheelchair down the sloping ramp beside the stairs. His touch was careful, as though she were the most precious thing in the world to him. One hand stayed firmly on the wheelchair’s handle, while the other cupped her cheek with a tenderness that spoke volus.
The entire room watched in silence, captivated by the deep bond between the siblings.
It was no secret that Apollo cherished his sister more than anything. Rumors swirled around the noble circles about the lengths he went to care for her. It was said that despite his standing as the future head of the Chasity Family, he personally tended to her every need, even the most unpleasant tasks, like cleaning her after she used the bathroom. He would allow no one, not even the maids, to take care of his sister in that way. To him, she was a treasure, a beloved gem he would protect at all costs.
And though the guests smiled and whispered kind words, everyone knew the truth. They hadn’t co for Sprite. To most of them, she was simply a crippled girl, a burden on her brother. But they had co because of Apollo—because of the respect and influence he commanded.
As Apollo reached the center of the room with Sprite, he raised a hand, drawing the crowd’s attention. His voice was smooth, commanding yet full of warmth as he addressed them. "Thank you, everyone, for gracing my sister’s special occasion. It is clear that your love and support for the Chasity Family is as strong as ever." He glanced down at Sprite, his expression softening as he spoke of her. "And for that, I am grateful."
With a graceful movent, he waved his hand, and his spiritual energy flowed through the air like a shimring ribbon. It pulsed toward the floor, where a broken rune lay carved into the ballroom’s tiles. The mont his energy touched it, the rune nded itself, glowing with a renewed brilliance.
This was the blessing of the Chasity family. They were a family of unbreakable bonds, never touched until the blessing of marriage from their god.
As such, they could nd any and everything, taking it back to its Virgin origins.
The crowd watched in awe as the rune transford into a grand piano, the intricate design appearing almost magical.
Apollo, ever the perfectionist, smoothly unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing the crisp shirt underneath as he sat before the piano. He positioned himself elegantly at the seat, his fingers hovering over the keys for a mont, and then the music began. Each note he played was delicate, yet filled with emotion, as if his love for his sister poured directly into the lody. As the soft tune filled the room, Apollo’s voice followed, serenading Sprite with a song ant only for her.
It was a sight to behold, and for a mont, all those present—noble or otherwise—couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion. Whether they cared for Sprite or not, Apollo’s dedication to her was undeniable.
As his fingers danced across the keys, playing a symphony of love, even the coldest hearts in the room were touched by the mont.
As the final note of Apollo’s beautiful lody echoed through the ballroom, the crowd erupted into applause. Apollo rose from the piano and offered a polite bow, his charming smile never faltering. "Thank you, everyone," he said graciously, his voice carrying across the room. "Please, enjoy your al and the evening."
But before the guests could disperse to enjoy the feast, a flurry of movent followed. Nobles from all corners of the room tactfully moved towards Apollo and Sprite, seizing the opportunity to congratulate the Chasity family. Their greetings were directed at Sprite, complinting her beauty and charm despite her awkward smile.
She laughed, a bit clumsy in her joy, and as she did, a trail of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, Apollo produced a handkerchief and gently wiped her lips, his eyes filled with nothing but affection.
The nobles, of course, pretended not to notice. They were too well-trained in their politeness and too strategic to let such details bother them. After all, this wasn’t just Sprite’s birthday; it was a rare chance to et Apollo, the elusive heir of the Chasity family.
He was rarely seen outside the family compound, devoting his life to his sister’s care. His love for Sprite was almost obsessive, and everyone knew it. This made the evening all the more valuable for rchants and nobles hoping to secure business deals or improve their standing. Their way to Apollo’s favor was through Sprite, and they did their best to appease her, showering her with attention and praise.
Yet, while these nobles scrambled for his approval, Apollo’s sharp eyes caught sight of soone else across the room—Eunid. The mont he spotted him, Apollo’s deanor shifted slightly. With a practiced, smooth movent, he excused himself from the crowd and made his way over to Eunid, his gaze fixed on him with a predatory gleam.
Approaching Eunid, Apollo flashed a warm smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Eunid," he greeted, his voice smooth, but there was an underlying edge to it. "I’m so glad you could make it. It’s been far too long since you last visited ."
Eunid offered a polite nod in return, but his eyes remained wary. Apollo extended his hand for a handshake, and Eunid hesitated for a mont. The re presence of Apollo made his skin crawl, a sensation he had never been able to shake. There was sothing unsettling about the man—sothing that felt wrong, as if he were being watched by a predator waiting for the right mont to pounce.
But this was a public event, and refusing Apollo’s handshake would only create unwanted attention. So, reluctantly, Eunid reached out and shook his hand. The mont their hands touched, Eunid’s discomfort deepened. Apollo’s grip lingered far too long, his fingers holding on as if savoring the contact. It wasn’t a simple handshake—it was intimate, invasive. The hairs on the back of Eunid’s neck stood up, and he quickly pulled his hand away, his heart racing.
Sensing the tension, Eunid forced a smile and gave a polite bow. "I appreciate the invitation, Apollo, but I have so urgent matters to attend to," he said, his voice steady, though his unease was clear. Without waiting for a response, he gently pulled Nora close to him and turned, swiftly making his exit from the ballroom.
Apollo’s smile faltered for a brief mont, watching Eunid walk away with a strange intensity before regaining his composure. His fingers flexed as if rembering the touch of Eunid’s hand, and for a mont, a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
Across the room, hidden in the shadows, Alfred, Eunid’s uncle, observed the entire exchange with a sinister smile curling on his lips. Everything was falling into place. Quietly, he beckoned a waiter over and whispered instructions in his ear. The waiter nodded and moved discreetly toward Apollo, a small piece of paper in his hand. As he passed Apollo, the waiter slipped the note into his palm, unseen by the others.
Apollo glanced down at the paper, unfolding it curiously. His expression shifted as he read the contents:
*"I can help you get Eunid’s Fresh Ass in your bed, but in return, I want sothing only you can give . Do we have a deal?"*
At the bottom of the note was Alfred’s na, clearly indicating the sender.
For most people, such a letter would have been shocking, even disgusting. But Apollo wasn’t most people. His twisted desires had festered in the darkness of his heart for years, and the thought of having Eunid—possessing him—was a fantasy he had long harbored. A sick grin spread across his face as he folded the note and tucked it away.
He didn’t need to think twice. He would do anything to make his Craving co true.
And Alfred knew that perfectly well.
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