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"Push me away... if you don't want me," he whispered against my expecting lips, and all I can do was breathe until he took it away with his tongue.

Holding my head, he kept me in place as he explored my mouth.

I don't know how, because I was drowning in his kiss, but I heard him say, "Because I want you, and I could never push you away.

You're my new addiction, Lian. Let me indulge, or save me from you. "

I didn't push him away. But he did, standing up to push me towards the teacher's table where he lifted my thighs to secure his place between them. Our lips clashed, violently, as our hands pulled whatever clothing we could.

While Jonah was aggressively passionate, Jade was impatient and can't wait to get me off my clothes. He wanted to touch what's under, and I could feel his warm hand on my waist.

"Wait! D-did you lock the door—"

"What, worried someone will watch? Let them."

"No—! Jade, lock the door please—" I was trying to get off the table and do it myself, but Jade pulled off his necktie and secured my wrists together. "What are you doing—"

"Do you trust me?" Jade asks with sincere eyes, narrowed eyebrows begging for a someone to trust him when nobody does, not even his brother. "Lian... would you trust me?"

I exhale my doubts, eyes watering because of anxiety but I chose to keep it in. "Y-yes, Jade... I trust you..."

"For the longest time, I've been the Knight to a King.

.. loyal only to him, serving only him. But from now on, Lian.

.. I only want you, I'll only serve you, I'll only be loyal to you.

.." Jade sensually kissed my stomach while he stripped me off my pants.

"Just trust me with your life, Lian. And I'll die trying to defend it. .."

My eyes start to water, knowing I'm lying about trusting him. I can't tell him about what happened, about what has been done to me. I want to, god I want to... but I can't handle the shame. I can't lose my job, I can't lose everything, I can't lose myself.

I can't trust him with what happened.

I'm sorry, Jade.

I held his head as my eyes roll to the back of my head, Jade sucking me off on my own desk with my legs over his shoulders, bending in pleasure.

It feels so good... ugh, it feels so nice.

.. He was playing with it inside; tongue swirling around my head, cheeks massaging my shaft, he doesn't know how to get to the base yet because.

.. well, I may be the first guy he's doing this to.

Jade Deveroux was a straight man before he decided to suck me off.

Then, he pulls his hand up to lick it.

I watched as he trailed kisses from my abdomen to my stomach, then chest. Oh god, I thought it'd be butterflies in my stomach but it feels like electricity in there, crawling up to my chest especially when his lips reached my neck.

"J-Jade... I don't think we can do this here. .. I don't want to do this here—"

I actually pushed him slightly away, which was enough for him to stop and stare at me. No, he was staring at the mark he left on my neck.

I gasped, "You marked me! Jade, I have class!"

"You said it, not me."

"Fair transaction," he smirks with one dimple showing. The moment I got his bigger hard on out of his black pants, he grabbed both my hand and pinned it on the back of my head, shoving himself in my unprepared throat.

Oh god, the electricity... Jade was impatient, he wanted to get in me, by any means possible.

And I let him; I let him bruise the back of my throat in my own classroom.

I let him make my eyes water with tears as I felt tormented by how much he loves me; he said so himself.

He's a violent man, and he will express himself to me in violent ways.

But why am I accepting this? Why was this different from Sasha and Chris' treatment? Why am I opening up my throat for more of Jade's size? My hands are restrained, against the back of my neck, but I don't feel threatened or abused.

I wanted this, I wanted Jade so much... I want to show him how much I wanted this, I want him to show me how much he wanted me.

I wiped my salivating mouth with my restrained hands, looking up at him. "C-can you untie me now?"

"If you can find me, handsome..." I mutter, challenging him.

But it actually made him smile, before helping me up to get dressed. I even pulled out alcohol to sanitize our hands, wet wipes to clean ourselves. I told Jade to exit first while I fixed my face to appear less stressed.

The moment Jade came into the hallway, Jonah grabbed him tightly by the shoulder. The blonde Deveroux stares at his twin knowingly—knowing the fact Jade left it unlocked so Jonah will witness them doing it. But Jonah didn't go in, he just listened.

Jade aggressively pushed his hand off. "Like I'd ever leave him in your hands, psycho."

And the blonde didn't let him slide, he held his arm and threw him to the wall while there aren't any students in the hallway.

"We're both split from the same egg. If you think I'm a psycho, what does that make you?" Jonah tilts his head at him, "You can't even keep a promise, let alone him. Honestly, if mother can't trust you with Maison du Rouge, why should you be trusted with Lian?"

"I denied Maison du Rouge because I don't want to be that pearl-drenched ghost's pet pig!" Jade argued.

"Admit it, Jade," Jonah chuckles, "You're dangerous, reckless, dismissive of everyone's feelings. Everyone will choose someone else over you. Even our own mother chose Lian over you—"

A fist flew and landed straight on Jonah's mouth, so hard it threw him across the hallway and onto the floor. Just in time for students to see, and for one girl to scream Jonah's name in concern. Jonah looked straight at Jade before biting the insides of his cheeks to induce more blood.

The moment Lian came outside his classroom, he gasped loudly before kneeling in front of a bloody-mouthed Jonah. "What happened?! Jade!"

"I—!" Jade couldn't speak, not when Lian is looking at him like he's some kind of violent monster, which he undeniably is. Everyone's talking, too.

"Even his own brother?"

"Poor Jonah... why can't Jade be like him?"

"Why can't you be like your brother, Jade?" It was like his mother is in the crowd. Jade had to back away, not saying another word as he angrily storms off.

Lian was still wiping the blood dripping down Jonah's mouth, before looking at a fleeing Jade in concern. "Jade, wait—!"

"Oh no, Jonah!"

"He looks even more handsome when bloody..."

"I knew Jade was horrible, even to his own brother..."

He's gone, engulfed by the students who gathered to watch their Prince Charming bleeding. "U-uhm... everyone, go back to your class! Mr. Deveroux, let's get you to the clinic..."

The 4th floor clinic was empty, the doctor seems to be having a lecture. Lian sighed as he entered the place, but he seated Jonah on one of the beds before going over to get gloves, medicine, and antibiotics.

"We have to prevent any mouth sores, okay?" Lian's hand was gentle in cleaning out Jonah's mouth, "Whatever you're fighting about, you should really stop triggering your brother."

"Triggering him? Darling, Jade has always been unreasonably violent. You saw him strangle me twice." Jonah lifts Lian by the thighs so he can straddle while he fixing the blonde's mouth.

"Uhm... I don't think we should be—"

This prince... so charming. Apparently, so manipulative, too. "You purposely provoked Jade to get violent."

Jonah's smile fades as he tilts his head. "Oh? How so?"

Lian is now icing Jonah's bruise in the corner of his mouth.

"You're the type to control the situation into getting what you want, Jonah.

And when you wanted Jade out while making him look bad in front of me, you made him punch you.

Charisma and manipulation, both of you have the latter but Jade can't keep pretending to be a good person. "

Jonah softly groaned, "You're making me hard with how you're just dissecting me like that."

Lian meets his blue eyes, amused and guilt-free. Like a Prince Charming who could do no wrong, but will do everything to get his way.

"It just goes to show that Jade doesn't have that much control, Lian. I'm more perfectly capable of protecting you because I run this circus," Jonah takes his hand and kisses his knuckles like a gentleman.

But Lian pulled his hand away and hopped off the bed. "We can't be doing this in school. You can't be fighting your brother like this, what happened to your bond?! Why ruin your relationship because of me?! When I already said I have feelings for the both of you..."

"Lian—"

Lian crashed out, storming out of the clinic after grabbing his bag. Jonah stayed behind, licking the blood seeping through his lips. I had to be selfish...

But god, I've never fought with Jade like this before.

Jade only had Jonah since he hated both their parents; he only had his twin to talk with since he hated everyone else.

"People come and go..." a young Jade once said, after he was forced to kneel on salt for the hurtful stuff he said to his mother. "But we're together from birth, Jonah. If there's anyone I want to die beside, it's you."

"Why the hell would you want me to die with you, Jade?" The identical twin joked, and both of them laughed. "I'm gonna be dying my hair blonde since it's what the brands want. But I'll still die with dark hair, no matter what. I'm with you, Jade."

Jade hated everyone except Jonah; and yet here he is, fallen in love for the first time with the only other person he ever tolerated. One person that he loves and adore, when everyone else hates him.

"Selfish..." Jonah ran his finger through his hair, exposing his dark roots. "Selfish, huh?"

All of a sudden, a curtain flew open to reveal Sasha who got comfortable sleeping in the clinic. "Sibling problems, Jonah?"

"How long have you been in there, Sasha?"

"Long enough to get paid with a secret," Sasha hopped off the bed and stretched, "Oof, kitty stretch. Listen, I know we all got Ganymede complexes over the cute teacher, but he's right—he's really not worth breaking up with your other half of the sperm. Hehe~"

"What if he is?" Jonah scoffed.

"Oh come on Jonah, you can afford a brain and you are too handsome to be stupid." Sasha scanned him from top to bottom. "Just leave the poor teacher alone for his sake. You can have anyone you want—I'd say even me, but I'm taken."

Jonah raised an eyebrow, his eyes staring plastic knives into the pink haired individual, "By who, Sasha? I didn't take you to be the type to commit unless it's fraud or suicide."

Sasha giggled while looking at the desk. "Someone really special, hehe~"

He was about to leave, but Jonah spoke up. "You can have Chris all to yourself, Sasha. But I'm gonna need them to break up."

Jonah stepped towards him with his blue eyes threatening to strike, "If they don't break up, Sasha... I'll get rid of Chris myself. You won't see him again."

Sasha's smirk was wiped off his face, but he shifts his head to look unbothered. "Would that be killed or sent away?"

"Whichever can take him away from Lian faster," Jonah smiles with nothing behind his eyes, "Lian cried to me about being young and taken advantage of. If what you said about him being 18 when they first slept together was a lie, Sasha, I'm gonna have to get rid of you too."

I hate this face. I hate this face, I hate—

Lian took a deep breath and reapplied powder. With trembling hands, he swiped tinted lip balm over his lips, gathering his thoughts together before exiting to check on his mom.

She's sleeping on the couch... with lemon water? Did the alcohol run out? He checked the cabinets, they were still there. A sigh escaped his lips, looking at his sleeping mother who injected something other than wine this time.

Still, he went outside the house to get some food. When suddenly, a shiny flawless car stopped by their house, a window opening.

"Teacher," calls out a voice not louder than a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Lady Deveroux?"

"Ride with me, my dear."

"B-but I have to—"

She lowered her sunglasses to give him a stern look, "Do not murder me with impatience, I have things to do."

Lian immediately slid in the driver's seat, wondering, "Why are you driving yourself, Lady Deveroux?"

"What, do you believe a woman cannot drive or have a license?" She grumbled with irritation

"N-no..." Lian was afraid of offending her.

Meanwhile, Velomina moved the car with a sigh, "Well, I actually don't have a license at the moment, but a woman can still drive."

Lady Deveroux brought Lian to a high end strip mall by the bay, and he nervously looked at her. "Y-you're not gonna take me to a gala again, are you?"

"Of course not, my dear, I'd never let you go to a gala wear ing anything below 50k," she scoffed before exiting the vehicle, dragging Lian with her.

"Get me something with pearls, no diamonds!

" She demands at the associates, before facing Lian in a deep red satin dress that hugs her body.

She was tall and slim, a woman undefined by age.

It has gold lining, a rose in the middle of her plunging cleavage, and a slit that goes up her thighs. "What do you think, Lian?"

"Uhh... it's uhh... shiny," he nods.

Velomina rolls her eyes at the reminder that he is still a man. She barks at the attendants, "Get me purple! I'm trying another one."

Lian isn't sure how to act in a shop where each item is well above a minimum wage worker's yearly salary. Velomina keeps trying dresses on, asking him how it looks, and him calling everything pretty because, "It's pretty!"

"Yes, but would your mother wear these clothes?" She asks, wearing a deep burgundy that made her skin glow.

Lian awkwardly looks at her well endowed cleavage. "I... don't think she has the facilities... she'd like the color, though."

At that, Velomina quietly requests the associates to, "Get rid of everything that isn't red."

At the end of an hour, Lian was loading 17 bags of clothes and accessories into the car as Velomina checked her purple nails. "Hmm... red would look too scary on long nails, don't you think?"

"I don't know anything about nails," Lian replies, a bit out of breath since the shoes were very heavy.

"Indeed," she said, retouching her lipstick. "But I needed your opinion. The twins only knows about what I want to wear. I need words from someone who doesn't."

Why? That's strange... Lian sighed, looking at a speck of dust in the air as Velomina drove out of the strip mall.

"I know that look," Velomina muttered, "Something is bothering you, my dear. Something a cupcake won't fix."

Lian nervously chuckled, "I don't like cupcakes."

"Horrible taste, then..." Velomina mercilessly judged.

"It's just that..." Lian turned to look at her, "My mother slept with your husband and hid from you all these years. I thought you'd be angrier with her, angrier with me. I don't understand why you're... doing this."

Velomina stopped the car by a bakery. She didn't unlock the door, nor did she intend for them to get out of the car. Instead, she spoke softly... faintly, as if trying to keep a dandelion intact in front of her lips.

"She was my reason to live, my dear. I stayed alive at my lowest because she begged me to.

When she slipped away, I lost the will to live and was about to die any minute.

My sons being conceived and born saved me from that fate; now it's a matter of making sure Jonah inherits Maison du Rouge, before accepting my fate in death. "

Lian parted his lips, seeing the evil queen in an entirely different light.

"Finding out your mother was alive extended my need for death, as I wanted revenge first." She sighed to the clouds, refusing to smear her eyeliner.

"But is it bad when I saw her again... I get reminded of why I stayed alive, and therefore regained my reason to live?

Is it bad when I want to keep it, and keep myself hoping for the day where I'll meet her again? "

Out of her dreams... Velomina closed her eyes. Her son still didn't know the Mistress has been sneaking inside their humble home.

"You want to meet her?" Lian thought about it for a while. "Maybe you should. I have suspicions you may be the reason she kept drinking. Maybe she'll get better if—"

"What I did to her is far worse than what she did to me," Velomina confessed, sinking into her seat with a sigh. "I don't deserve to meet her... she shouldn't see the face of the woman who pushed her down the stairs..."

"That's why you need to talk, you need to apologize!" Lian suggested with a smile.

"She will not want to meet me."

Lian slightly leaned towards her, "Yeah, but if we put you two in a public room together, she won't be afraid. Please, maybe you can help her stop drinking. I'm sick of seeing her puking and passing out as if she's a lifeless corpse every day."

What a beautiful corpse... Velomina smiled while her hand reached for Lian's face. "You have her optimism. Her determination to make things right. You are o—her son... indeed."

Lian smiles, truly excited for his mother to recover from drinking.

He has hope... at least her life will get better.

Velomina pulls her hand away to open her door, "You'll have your birthday in a week, yes?

A humble celebration should be held in a hotel, maybe Vincezza? You can bring your mother there."

"Vincezza—that's a five-star hotel! That's not humble!" Lian follows her outside.

"Yes my dear, it's not the usual seven stars, so it'll be small."

"Ve—Lady Deveroux, wait!" He tried to call out to her but she was already going straight into the bakery where she demanded five cupcakes.

"Three carrots and two velvets, please..."