After the play, Damian and I wandered around the square and did some shopping, not feeling like going home yet. Money is good. I can buy whatever I want and still not even put a dent in the Duke of Orca’s budget.

Time had flown by and the sky was getting dark, indicating it was time for us to return. It’s a shame we couldn’t stop by the famous cake shop on Renesha Street, but we couldn’t leave Bellamy home alone, as he’d been working hard in the palace while we played all day.

I was leading Damian, who was carrying shopping bags in both hands, back to where he left our horses earlier. He showed no sign of fatigue after being dragged around all day. My legs, on the other hand, were sore from all the riding and walking.

As we walked toward the stable by the theater, I noticed a carriage with the emblem of the Duke of Orca.

That’s our family carriage….?

A little further in, I saw a familiar young lord, hidden by the shadows of a building. How did he know we were here?

“Huh? Brother?”

At my call, Bellamy looked toward us and raised his eyebrow at the sight of me and Damian.

As I stepped closer to Bellamy, he placed his hand on my hand. Realizing he was about to remove my wig, I quickly stepped back. He looked disgruntled, so I quietly explained to him what was going on.

“No…. We can’t be seen as nobles now…!”

I must have gotten a little carried away as Bellamy laughed.

“How did you know we were here?”

“Well, two suspicious golden-eyed commoners entered the theater’s VIP room. The only rich people I know with golden eyes are the Crown Prince and my siblings, so it was obvious.”

Was the VIP room too much to ask for? We may have been dressed poorly, but our behavior was too lax for commoners. There were also many businesses owned by the Duke or Orca in this neighborhood…

We were just playing right into Bellamy’s hands. Well, it isn’t like I had any intention of hiding it from him in the first place.

Damian had opened the carriage door and was waiting for us. I teasingly grinned at Bellamy and jumped into the carriage before he could touch me. Then, I sat down at the very back of the wagon as I waited for the brothers to join.

“It’s dangerous to jump on the carriage like that.”

Bellamy scolded me like a child as he sat across from me. Of course, I didn’t even pretend to listen to him.

Damian sat down next to me and tapped twice on the wall, and the coachman started to move the wagon.

I’d been in disguise all day today, so I was used to the wig. However, I was a little excited that Bellamy was looking at me in a different way than usual.

Damian, on the other hand, threw his wig in frustration.

I stroked my long, black, synthetic hair and looked at Bellamy.

“What do you think? Does it look good on me?”

“No it doesn’t, but you’re pretty.”

It was the weirdest answer: it doesn’t match, but I’m still pretty?

“Pfft… What does that mean?”

“Rose, are you going to take that wig off?”

It sounded like he hated the wig. Sure, black hair and golden eyes was a prince-like combination. I wondered if I looked like his boss. It had been too long since he asked anything of me, so I gave in and respected his wishes.

I took off the wig and tidied my disheveled hair. It was a bit of a shame, as I would have preferred to stay in the disguise a bit longer. Oh well, there’s always a next time.

“It’s fine like this, right? Ah, it hurts!”

“You’ve been walking a lot today, you must be tired. So, sis, are you going straight to bed tonight?”

“No, I’m going to get a massage from Mary. I’ll be sleeping in my own room tonight, okay?”

Because we normally slept together in Bellamy’s room, I always tell them when I sleep in mine. They would usually try everything possible to get me to sleep with them, but I was too tired today so I will refuse to give in.

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“Well, I’m sure you need some alone time, too.”

“Huh?”

Their words caught me off guard and I fell into a stupor.

Why were they backing down so easily this time?

It’s too early for me to accept this. It was more likely that they were up to something else.

Contrary to my expectations, Damian didn’t say anything as he straightened out his hair, which was a mess from the wig. Bellamy nonchalantly asked what Damian and I had done today. I was the first to tell them we weren’t sleeping together, but I felt a little upset when they just accepted it like this. I thought they would at least try to persuade me once…

When I arrived at the manor and was told by the butler that all my handmaidens had been given vacation time, I was speechless.

Had Bellamy seen this coming after all?

“Sis, you’re going to be sick tomorrow with sore muscles…”

“Hmmm… Shall we massage you then, Rose?”

When did my handmaidens go on vacation? It was obviously Bellamy’s scheme.

“What kind of massage do you and Damian give? Have you ever even tried it?”

“Me and my brother practiced swordsmanship when we were in the annex. It’s what we always do to warm up, so don’t worry.”

“I won’t let it hurt. I promise.”

Come to think of it, I think they were doing something similar to stretching when I watched them… Should I just take them at their word that they won’t hurt me? No, I’ll just put a condition on it.

“You can give me a massage, but I’ll sleep in my room.”

“Sure.”

“Then, shall we go upstairs?”

They took my hands and led me to Bellamy’s room, and I never made it back to mine that night.

* * *

First, I took a shower in my room. Then, I went to Bellamy’s room and stretched out on his bed.

“Mmmmm… It feels good there…”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

They weren’t lying. The Orca brothers were as good as professional masseurs.

Usually, when I had a massage from my handmaidens, they mostly kept it to skin care, leaving more ticklish than relaxed.

In contrast, Damian and Bellamy had a lot of experience with their own bodies, they were able to find knots that were hidden like ghosts, and work them out one by one. My body was relaxing more and more under their touch. Ah, it feels so good…

“Hmmm…?”

Just when I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have them give me a massage once in a while, a strange moan was elicited from me as Damian’s hand brushed against my intimate spot under my thin slip. Well, to be more precise, he touched a spot close to the area between my legs, but…

“These are lymph nodes. I need to release them so they don’t swell.”

“Uhh… wait, that’s a little more than… hah…”

Even though he wasn’t touching me directly, my pussy felt hot from his continued massaging.

Is this really a massage? At first glance, Damian seems serious, so it comes across as one…

“Ugh… Damian… No more…”

I was alert at the sensation that wasn’t exactly painful, but I wasn’t completely aroused either. Lowering my head, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen at that moment.

“You… Why is your d*ck so big…?”

“That’s because you moaned. I didn’t mean for it to be like that…”

“Wait… Where did you put your hand… Hmph!”

I tried to leave the bed, blaming Damian for touching me in the wrong place, but he now pulled off my slip altogether. He blatantly spread my legs and slipped finger into the crack of my pussy.

His fingers slid into my already damp pussy. As his fingers stroked down the delicate flesh, and then up again, my head became filled with horny thoughts.

I really didn’t come here with this in mind…

“Ha… brother, what can I do….”

I tried talking to Bellamy as I pushed Damian away from me, trying to stop him. However, Damian didn’t want to be stopped and laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt.

By the way, the demon in this situation was Bellamy. Why are you so handsome when you’re smiling? I suppose I can forgive you…

“Ah!”

As I pleadingly looked at Bellamy, Damian’s fingers slid into my v*gina. I gripped Bellamy’s hand beside me as I felt the pleasurable sensation of my inner walls being swept away. My grip was weaker than usual as my body grew tired. Bellamy took my hand in his and lowered his head to kiss it, while Damian doubled his fingers and rubbed his thumb over my cl*t.

oh no who would’ve thought the massage would turn out like this? certainly not me

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