(BL) Into The Rose Garden

CHAPTER 1

“You have to pay for the meal, where do you think you’re running away?”

The guy spat on the red flesh after hitting his butt a few more times. Then he poked deeper with his finger a few more times. The man grimaced and let out a small moan, now holding the bread in his mouth.

“Lunatic, do you like it?”

The guy who poked into the hole as much as he wanted quickly shoved his unsightly erect penis to the very root. The man seemed to be screaming with his mouth full of bread, but the discomposure was so weak that even the guy’s ears could not hear it. The penis entered the trembling body and moved violently as if it would tear the intestines at once.

The man, unable to overcome the impact, held the bread in his arms and fell down, lifting only his hips. The saliva that flowed from between his parched lips dripped onto the black dried fruit stuck in the savory bread.

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Once the man was a brilliant Count. There were times when even the man forgot that fact since no one called him by it, but he also had a name. Perhaps it was also of an aristocratic style. But now he was called ‘Hey’, so even if he had a long name, he would only be laughed at.

After the guy was gone, the man pulled up his clothes without even wiping his thighs dripping with semen. If others saw him receive an alpha’s semen, he would be subjected to the same thing until his stomach bursts with it, which he couldn’t even convert into calories today. He didn’t want to suffer that much. He had to hide somewhere else quickly.

He grabbed the half-eaten bread. The saliva-soaked part crumbled on his rough fingers and dripped to the floor. He looked down at the crumbs with black raisins. The particularly shiny surface was extremely tempting. At long last, the man knelt down and put it in his mouth.

After that, the guy with the raisin bread appeared from time to time unannounced. Sometimes he even brought a colleague along. Taking in both penises at the same time was excruciatingly painful, but more tolerable than hunger. After they left, the man hid and ate the bread. He choked up and coughed several times, but he pushed the sweet lumps down his throat. The man licked every crumb on his hand and looked away.

The lights of the city’s gas lamps dyed the sunken night sky scarlet. The color, which became a shimmery lace and fluttered as if the scattering of sunlight rays reached the extreme, was like the layered petals that bloomed in the garden of the Count’s family, once the most splendid in the city. The man distorted his face as he looked at it blankly. He raised the corners of his lips, got up, and smiled softly, making fine lines around his eyes.

Aelock Teiwind.

A noble among nobles with a lineage older than the current royal family.

When he had just become an adult, he inherited the title after his father passed away suddenly. The young Count, with gorgeous blonde hair like the family’s symbol, a golden lion, and blue eyes like the azure sky, was noted for never losing his aristocratic dignity and nobility at any moment. But he wasn’t like that from the beginning.

“Aelock, did you play a lot today?”

“Mother.”

A faint smell of medicine emanated from the Countess as he welcomed his young son. His mother, a male omega, was not originally healthy and was always lying in bed with a chronic disease as he forced himself to give birth to a child. The young son, not even seven years old, climbed onto the bed clinging to his mother’s skinny arms, now buried his face in his bony chest, and nodded quietly.

“Have you seen the rose garden? Could you tell your mother what color of roses bloomed today?”

The rose garden could be seen straight out of the bed’s window, but he always asked his son that. Then Aelock would give a lengthy explanation, using every color and exclamation in his vocabulary. Meanwhile, his mother stroked his round head that touched his chin with a hand like a dry twig.

It was around his seventh birthday when his mother passed away. At that time, Aelock cried until his eyes melted. At the funeral, the father standing next to his son looked as if he had lost the world and remained silent. He picked all the roses of every color from his wife’s favorite garden and threw them onto the polished coffin.

filthy and lowly space existed in the capital within the reach of the Count’s authority. So his father decided to borrow someone else’s hand.

Among the commoners, the highly educated gentry or the collateral families who did not inherit the title among the nobles were sponsored and made to deal with unclean things on his behalf instead. It turned into a big event with considerable influence in conjunction with another tradition of the Count’s family, ‘Tea Party in the Rose Garden’. Since his father, fussy by nature and not in good health, was often sick, Aelock took over as the host of the tea party from the age of nineteen.

The young man, though not young enough to still be wet behind the ears, greeted and chatted with the guests with a subtle smile, wearing a navy suit that was adorned with his blue eyes and dark blond hair paragon of the Count family. Unlike others, it wasn’t that difficult for him to do so. No matter what the other person said, all he had to do was say “I see”. All the young people looking for a patron were eager to get his attention. Even though all of them were a few years older than Aelock, they were busy uttering words that bordered on flattery.