This time round it’s from a girl’s view, but still not het content. Yeah, I know it’s strange to write yaoi from a girl’s viewpoint, but hey, it’s interesting this way. Besides, she’s the prime choice for this sort because she’s voyeuristic. Oh and I am aware that in the very first scene, I’m not clear about what exactly the brothers are doing. But, let me assure you it’s deliberate. I’m going to just let your mind do the work for me and decide whether it’s foreplay, toyplay or the actual thing itself

Synopsis: A pair of brothers were sent to the Harem to be trained… by the dominants.

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Chapter 4: Meryisa

“That’s it, push it in deeper.”

“No… please… no more… ah…”

With a jerk of the leash on my hand, I pulled Lauraine’s pretty face up to look at me. “Tsk tsk. I did not undo your gag so that you can say ‘no’ to me, boy. And you didn’t keep your eyes down. You’ll have to be punished. Don’t you agree, Eniarual?”

The blond boy kneeling behind Lauraine tensed when I called him, and learning from the other’s lesson, he cast his lovely blue eyes downwards. My lips twitched in response to the satisfaction I feel. “Yes, Miss Honey.”

“Good boy. Now take it out, slowly, and repeat the process until I say otherwise.” I smiled and returned my attention to the trembling Lauraine, who whimpered every time Eniarual moved. “Even your brother agrees with me. Tell me, do you feel the same?”

“Y-yes, Miss Honey.”

“So let’s see… what should your punishment be…”

Ooh… just look at those purple eyes, shimmering with tears and fear. His lips opened to reveal his pink tongue as he gasped, probably because his sibling accidentally, or maybe purposely, brushed against something… nice.

Now… what should I do to him? Before I could pick between the few choices I have in mind, Berni leaned forward from where he was comfortably seated on the other end of the couch I’m lounging on, and decided to speak. “I have an idea, Honey. I think Owner is still in the other dungeon, having some private after-work fun with Icicle.”

“Oh? You can’t get enough of those two? I heard you went to King for a taste of submission after the display a few days ago, hm? What do you have to say about that, our dear Earl?”

He examined his glass of water slowly, took a long sip before smiling nonchalantly. “Oh, it’s nothing much. But it’s probably everything you’ll want to see.”

F-ing prick! He knows I would have given anything to watch them!

Even before Byrlon trained him, Berni was always so in control. And after our dear ‘royal highness’ molded him into an excellent dom, he became like he could just switch a sexual needs faucet on and off. Even now, he appears to be totally unruffled by the training of the pair of siblings in front of us.

I want so badly to see him lose it, scream and beg like it’s the only thing he could do. And I dare bet the Byrlon did just that, and it makes my voyeur soul itch knowing that I wasn’t there to see it. Grrr…

Unwilling to just take it like this, I stare at his drinking container and the remaining water shot up to splash all over his face. When he turned his dripping face towards me and raised an eyebrow, I shot a smirk back.

“Your hospitality needs working on, Honey.” He gave me an infuriatingly calm smile before tilting his head in the way that we have all recognized to mean that Joshya was ‘talking’. When the unfocused look in his eyes disappeared, he wiped his face and stood up. “Bells woke up, so I’ll leave you and your new pets be.”

I frowned and corrected quickly. “They’re not mine, they’re Mikell’s.”

“Whatever you say.” He then paused before he closed the door. “Lauraine is not going to last for any walks if you don’t stop them now.”

Oh? Gods, I didn’t notice! Ah well, it’s not too late. “Eniarual, you can stop. Take it out, and don’t touch him anymore.”

Lauraine moaned in protest as his brother obeyed, his glazed eyes indicating that Berni was right. Eniarual himself was not in a better condition, especially considering how extremely sensitive he is to Lauraine’s reactions. He was very careful not to make himself any more aroused than he already was, and his effort showed.

What a pretty pair of siblings they are.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of the Lawrun brothers, just looking at these two. No wonder Jeri refuses to accept this job, even though he’s better at training subs than I am. Something to do with my personality and gender, he said. That chauvinistic pig. It’s not like he knows me very well too. Hmph. I should have refused too, and make him and Berni chose. But that would be too cruel to him… and there’s the issue of Pyroan’s death…

I’m not surprised when he claimed that Mikell deliberately sent Lauraine and Enairual here to make him feel bad. I wouldn’t put it past that sly bastard, especially since he never let others train his pets for him. ‘Too busy to train them for the party two weeks later’. What a load of crap. It works for other people, but it doesn’t fool Jeri, Byrlon or me. He always have very well-trained extra pets around for such emergencies. I would know. I helped him run his harem back then.

Good old days, in a very twisted way. Mikell spoilt me from an average normal life anyway. I dare bet that he knew I would have chosen to join Byrlon eventually. Hmph.

Bah, I should stop thinking about him. And I know the perfect distraction.

“Come on darlings, let’s pay Owner and Icicle a visit. After a visit to the kitchen.”

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“Joais? What are you doing here?”

Of all people I expected to find rummaging the gigantic luxurious refrigerator in the kitchen, or to be more specifically, our private kitchen, Joais was not one of them. Heck, she wasn’t even on the list.

Run a hand through her soft and very boyishly short black hair, she flashed me her characteristic mischievous grin. “What else? I’m settling the legal stuff with Byrlon and poking my nose into El’s business. As usual. Where’s the Cookies and Cream ice-cream?”

“Actually, I was wondering why you’re in our kitchen, but nevermind. It’s behind the other door, beside the vanilla ice-cream and strawberry-flavoured popsicles I’m looking for.”

“Can’t I be in the kitchen?” After passing me the items as she swirled and pushed the fridge door shut, she tilted her young looking face and blinked wide innocent green eyes at me. I swear there’s a certain resemblance to our certain resident impish jailbait boy. Until she broke it with another sunny grin. “Nah, Byr… King pointed me here for a ‘well-earned treat’ as he called it. Dah… I mean Junior and El are in the front garden, talking it through.”

Trust Byrlon to do that. He always know when to give others some… benefits for working for him. “Heh, finally. The kid is more stubborn than the rocks our pillars are made of. If they’ll just make out, they will make up for sure.”

“Oh, the small packet of ‘convenience’ I gave El will come in handy then.”

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the girl who is our brothel’s legal consultant, who recently willingly dumped her long-term boyfriend and encouraged him to go after a teenager he practically raised. And placed a bet of a whole series of Boys’ Love comics with Elrieon on finding that he had indeed loved Dahren from the beginning. How did I know? Don’t ask, I have my ways.

And people wonder why such a ‘sweet girl with wonderful future’ came to work with Byrlon for our unusual sort of business.

Chuckling, I moved towards the utensils area to grab a spoon. “So you’re staying here to savour your treat or do you need me to walk you out? Frankly speaking, I’m surprised you made it here at all.”

Scratching the back of her neck, Joais looked appropriately sheepish even though her lack of directional sense is more or less common knowledge anyway. “I met the twins, so they helped me get here. Actually, I’m looking for Je… uh, what’s his working name… ah, Owner. His father wishes for him to take care of things concerning his younger brother, and something came up. But I’m thinking of inviting him to my office another day so I don’t have to navigate deeper into this maze-house.”

Jeri? His younger brother would be Janz Dezarsuel, wouldn’t it? Interesting.

I hope the grin on my face isn’t too scheming. “I was just thinking of visiting him, and now I have a solid reason to. Come on then, I’ll walk you there. I’ll get a spoon for you.”

“Thanks, Me- I mean, Honey. Gosh, I have problems referring to you guys with your working names when there are clients around.”

Clients? Oh, she noticed. I tugged at the leashes and Lauraine opened the half-closed door fully from the other side of it. I left them outside because I didn’t think I’ll take this long. Both of them have their eyes fixed on the floor, but I could tell that they spotted Joais as a pair of pink cloud crept up their cheeks. Such lovely innocent boys, still so shy about showing their naked bodies to other people. Well, I can’t really blame them, they are still in a… fairly ‘excited’ state.

“Nah, they’re not really clients, but it’s close. They are my client’s new slaves, and I have two weeks to train them for a party.”

“Sounds like a packed schedule to me.” Joais whistled appreciatively as she moved to get a closer look. “Wait a sec… the Mecrian brothers? Then your client… is Mikell Lawrun?”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “The one and only.”

“Ah, the rumors are true then.” Her cat-like eyes were contemplative, and I could see her sharp mind working behind them.

It went without saying which rumors she was referring to. The father of the siblings ‘sold’ them off to Mikell to save his company and family from bankruptcy. A smart move, actually, for one in his position and so deep in debt. As per Mikell’s usual way of making things work, there was not a single official word about the deal. But the grapevine and the facts were enough.

The muted anger and bitter resignation in Lauraine’s and Eniarual’s eyes were enough.

My hands reached for their heads before I knew that they moved, and to my own surprise as well, I began to stroke their hair. I would say I did it in a motherly or sisterly fashion, as ‘mechanically’ was way closer to the truth. I could feel their surprise though, and I stopped quickly, wondering what the hell that was about.

Maybe Jeri is right. I’m not suited for training subs after all.

“Well, shall we be going?”

I resisted the urge to spew an inelegant reply such as ‘huh’ to her and contended with blinking at her with some confusion. Being pulled from one’s thoughts too quickly does that.

“All the ice-cream is going to melt if we continue standing here.” She tapped the round box in her hand, an extremely cheerful smile on her face. “Besides, I really want to be sitting down and enjoying some nice entertainment when I’m eating it.”

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I knew I’m a genius.

Watching the boys lick at the one popsicle they are sharing in such a completely innocent yet still kind of seductive manner is definitely a good idea. Watching the equally nude Alecis wrap his mouth around the thin slim piece of red colored ice and slowly slide it in and out of his mouth was the best thing I have seen in months. I have to actively check to see that my mouth is not open and that no fluid is making its way out of it. And I forgot all about the tub of ice-cream melting in my hands.

“Like what you see, Honey?”

I reluctantly withdrew my eyes from Alecis to look at Jeri, who didn’t even bother to hide the smirk that is the only thing showing on his mask covered face. The extravagant looking face-mask, which looked like something from a masquerade or a theatre act, covers his good looking features all the way from his eyebrows to the tip of his nose. It is annoying because it hides so much of his face, but it can’t be denied that it adds an air of mystery.

Much as I would love to ask him to take it off, I know he wouldn’t. It’s a permanent piece of his ‘identity’, because of who he really is. No Dezarsuel works at a brothel, no matter how high class it is. Openly, that is.

And it’s partly also because of the Mecrian siblings. They would probably be able to recognise him, as they used to belong to the rich merchant class that the Dezarsuel would associate and socialise with. Perhaps another reason why he didn’t want to accept the job.

I summoned a smile that I knew won’t reveal just how much I’m enjoying the entertainment, as Joais called it. “Of course.”

He too, smiled. One that tells me that he knew just how much I really enjoyed watching his newly recovered sub. “Glad you are.”

The curve of my lips widened a little more, though deep inside I’m very peeved at him. I know I should be grateful to him that he gave Alecis those specific instruction to treat the popsicle like it’s a you-know-what, but still! Why is it that both our male doms are such irritating know-it-alls with such sarcastic, unfriendly attitudes?! Him and Berni both!! Byrlon don’t count because he is a know-it-all.

“They are very good looking, after all.”

Joais cut in neatly again, bringing both our attentions to her. I got to admit that I somewhat forgot about her when I began treating my eyes to the wonderful display before us and she started talking to Jeri quietly. But now she glanced at us with an amused smile on her face, showing clearly that she know exactly what our exchange was about.

Am I that easy to read?

“You aren’t bad yourself.” Jeri returned playfully, although his tone made it apparent that he was serious with his compliment. Well, Joais is pretty good looking, though not in a dazzling way. If I lean more to that side, I will totally go after her. But too bad I don’t. Oh well.

“Nah, you guys are the ones who attract all the attention, and don’t you deny it. Me, I’m just sweet and cute, and pleasant to look at.” As if to prove her point, she stuck her tongue out in a way that should look better on somebody ten years younger than her, but she pulled it off. “Besides, I don’t earn money with my looks.”

“Well… neither do I.” Our newest addition tapped his mask meaningfully. “I don’t need to, anyway.”

And it is true. Back when I was still involved with the circle, under Mikell’s tutelage, Jeri was already well-known despite his young age then. And now that he joined us, he had quickly won over a few of Berni’s regulars when our darling Earl opted to take some time off to look after Nickol. The poor kid caught some kind of flu and wasn’t allowed to even leave his bed.

“But it would be such an added bonus…” Before she could finish, her handphone began playing the tune of a popular rock song. “Oh excuse me. I have to take this call.”

Jeri waved at her to indicate that he did not mind as she stood up and went out the room, and turned to face me. “So… what brings you here?”

“Can’t I take a walk with them?” My fingers reached down to weave through Eniarual’s hair languidly. I could feel both siblings tense up for a moment, then relaxed when realizing that I didn’t really want to do anything. Yet another could-be-habit that I have to break them out of. “You didn’t book this room, did you?”

He pulled Alecis up by the sub’s collar and planted a kiss on those cold and red-tinted lips before slanting his eyes to peer at me through the holes of his mask. “Should I have?”

I hope I didn’t blush. “If you feel you need more privacy…”

“I’ll be sure to do that when I’m feeling particularly…. private.” Jeri’s hand trailed down Alecis’s back to rest on the back of that slim waist, stroking the skin idly with a lazy smile. “But…”

Damn cliff-hanging bastard. I forced a friendly inquiring tone. “But?”

“I’m feeling extraordinarily generous today.” He took the popsicle from Alecis’s fingers and slipped it into his own mouth even as he guided our dear Icicle’s hands to the front of his pants. “Don’t you feel that way too, Icicle?”

His newly recovered pet’s answer was to start tackling the button and zip in front of him, while Jeri sighed luxuriously and dragged his tongue slowly up the length of the shrinking popsicle repeatedly as Alecis did the same, albeit with something else. I’m dead certain that our newest’s eyes are on me, mocking and amused. Likewise, he is the main object in my vision, and I have no plans of changing that. Not with the wonderful display right there that I can’t seem to pull my eyes away, at least.

“If my leaving the room is what made things advanced to a more… interesting stage, I should do that more often.” I didn’t manage to hear the door open, with how engrossed I am, so I jumped when Joais’s cheerful voice sounded from somewhere behind me. “But as unwilling as I am, I really do have to go. Something cropped up suddenly.”

Jeri let up another sigh. “What a pity. We have only just reached the nice part.”

Joais smiled at Jeri’s words and replied with an impish tone. “Perhaps you can show me more the next time I visit?”

“Perhaps, perhaps.”

Somehow, I have a feeling they are not referring entirely to what Alecis is doing and possibly will do with Jeri. Not wanting to make a fool out of myself, I quickly changed the path the conversation was heading towards. Which means asking a much dreaded question. “Do you need help getting to the front hall?”

“If that’s not too much trouble. Gods know I’ll take longer getting out of this house than I take to travel from one end of this city to the other.” Joais sighed dramatically before her expression suddenly turned serious. “Oh, Angel says that Byr- gah, I mean, King is on his way here to tell Je- eh, Owner something.”

Byrlon coming personally just to tell Jeri something? Considering that Angel acts as our main line of communication, his making exception meant that it must be very important. Or he’s just plain bored and wants an excuse to drop by. Like what I did. Too bad I have to leave now. Life is so unfair.

“Well, since you’re in a hurry, let’s get moving shall we?” While rising, I left the tub of gooey liquid that used to be vanilla ice-cream on the ground and tugged at the brothers’ leashes. Between the two of them, the popsicle had vanished some time ago, and their attention were on watching Alecis servicing Jeri. Until now, that is. Nobody can ignore being pulled by the collar, no matter how gently it is done. “Come on, boys. Time to go.”

“Drop by again sometime, Honey.”

I can smell the insincerity in those words a mile away, especially as he has a fox-like smile on his half-covered face. But I intend on doing just that anyway. Just to irritate him.

With that firmly in mind, I led Joais and the two pets-in-training away from there, passing Byrlon on the way. He paused briefly to exchange farewells with Joais but I could tell that he was very preoccupied. That seriously made me wonder if he really had something important to tell Jeri. But I’m not curious enough to want to know what doesn’t concern me. Well… not since I did that and got caught by the Lawrun family for eavesdropping.

What I don’t know however, was that Byrlon all but took off in a run towards Jeri’s room after we became out of sight. And yet, despite his obvious hurry, he stood in front of the door for quite some time before he finally pushed it open.

Jeri plucked the mask off his face and lifted an eyebrow at the sight of a slightly out of breath Byrlon. “Gathering from the tension and unhappiness I feel from you… you have some news for me that aren’t good, right?”

Byrlon managed a tight smile as he made his way into the room and collapsed into one of the chairs in front of the Dezarsuel. “I should have known that nothing gets past you.”

“Janz tells me that often enough.” Those copper red eyes held a wisp of nostalgia but as quickly as it came, it disappeared. “So what exactly brings you here so urgently?”

“I received a phone-call from a special customer for a take-out of either you or Alecis, for tonight.” Byrlon paused, though it was not known if he did it to allow the two of them to absorb the information or to collect himself. “You two are designated as purely in-house so, normally I won’t even entertain the request for exceptions to be made. Especially since we have Berni and Jynette doing take-outs. But… this situation…”

Jeri’s eyes narrowed. “It is him, isn’t it.”

“Yes… it’s Mikell Lawrun.”

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