BINGO

I gasp out loud, while Dedan chortles naughtily and heads to her wardrobe.

As I still stare at her, gobsmacked, she goes through her clothes until she fishes out a bunch of outfits that do not look very Baelafort at all.

“My siblings and I are not allowed to take partners. We are to remain celibate until we are married off by our parents, but the body isn’t stone,” she says after dumping the clothes on the bed.

I don’t even have the bravery to check them one by one, so I just stare at them with the same expression I’ve had for the past few minutes.

“Look at my big bros. They’re more than thirty years old, so how are they expected to ignore temptation for so long?” She plops down on the bed. “Of course, we do things. Discreetly. To quench the thirst. Even though I’m stuck here this summer, I still need to get laid.”

Now I’m curious. Turns out this bunch isn't who I thought they would be.

“How?”

Dedan instantly smiles, leaning forward to me, her voice falling into a whisper. “You see, there’s this masquerade sex club that only operates on Fridays. That’s where I buy my orgasm while also reserving my identity.”

I don’t know why I’m whispering back. “What you said earlier… is it the reason your brother’s room looks like a sex room?”

Dedan shrugs. “You could say so.”

“Then why isn’t he hiding it from your parents? Even Finesse could access the room.”

“While all of us are cowards, Adam has more backbone. Everything he does is known to my parents, and they can’t stop him. Whenever they try, he messes things up more.”

In other words, he’s wild. Now I think I’m going to like Adam. Hopefully, he’s not as rude as insinuated.

“So even your posh twin does things?”

Dedan delays her answer for a while. Then her expression shifts into one of uncertainty. “Who knows? I don’t keep my activities from my brothers, but I try as much as possible to hide them from her. Her hypocrisy is top-notch, and she tries to curry favor by bringing the rest of us down in front of people, thereby making her the model lady. But, anyway, what do you say about my proposal?”

“Huh?” I’m a bit taken aback once again. I thought the sex comment was just a passing one. “You’re actually serious?”

“I am!” Dedan goes through the things she dumped on the bed. “Mama and Papa are abroad, so it’s game time. However, Cainan is their eyes and ears in here. If we are going, we’ll have to sneak out at midnight. Honestly, it would be a lot better if Adam were here.”

My eyes sparkle as another curiosity hits me. “And why is he not?”

“He’s on a business trip with Mama. They took Finesse’s twin, too.”

I nod constantly while puckering my lips in thought.

The last time I came here was eleven years ago, after Mom brought me to her workplace and her boss, Mrs. Linda Baelafort, took a liking to me.

Back then, I met the first twins, who were already adults, and the second twins, who were the same age as I was. The last twins were in a vocational center, so I did not see them.

Things are different now from then. I was ten years old, after all, which meant I didn’t have to deal with the pressure of keeping up a front like I have to now.

I have to pretend like I’m not from a family that never recognized courtesy. I have to fit into the elegant and poised image of a household of which the father is the esteemed president of the nation, and the mother is the owner of several billionaire enterprises that cover up to 65% of the country’s economy.

No pressure at all, except now Dedan has just elevated the ideas I already had in my head. 

This summer holiday lasts for a month, so what’s the harm in passing the time with something fun? I’m just not sure about the sex part until I see who I’m fucking.

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For a ‘discreet' club, it sure does attract proper attention to the windows with the flashing red and blue lights and a police report with the blasting music. Unless maybe there’s a sound-muffling system somewhere and the windows are blind.

Fortunately, it exists because where else in reality would my eyes have met the magnificent view in front of me right now—naked bodies slumped on couches across the huge hall, some on the floor or against the wall, all putting on masks and doing something that feeds pleasure.

The ones giving head are doing their thing, the foreplay is beyond sensational, and the display of several sexual positions is really heightening my sexual urge, especially since the hall smells of sweat, cigarettes, alcohol, and cum.

“Pick your man, Elioza. I’ll pay,” Dedan offers. “If nothing here suits you, you can always send me a message, and I’ll force my way into a VIP option for you.” She taps my shoulder lightly. “Bye.” Then she disappears into the shadows.

Now I’m left to view the red and blue world of sweaty skins and imagine their pants of pleasure as they indulge in their sexual pursuits without a break.

After a while of watching and stirring my own arousal, I head upstairs, which I saw Dedan do earlier.

The semi-dark corridor on the second floor has several doors, some locked, others wide open, revealing the chaotic orgy mess in them.

The scene that shocks me the most in one of the rooms is the Snow White and her seven cocks thingy mingled with BDSM. I’m surprised that she keeps screaming for more as well.

“Are you lost, lady?” a deep voice comes from behind me, causing me to shudder as I swerve around.

I have to look way up to see the face of the person who just spoke to me. Although it’s masked, I can tell a drop-dead gorgeous man when I see one. From the thickness and masculinity of his neck to the bobbing up and down of his Adam’s apple, then to the width of his shoulders and his inky dark wavy hair cascading down to his chin. They all scream ravishing.

“Elioza?” he whispers, his voice cracking at the end. 

My eyes snap into a round form as surprise washes over me.

“W… who are you?” I finally ask after many trials.

The man’s hand sets on his mask before the latter comes off. His defined facial bones cut through my mind, thick brows sitting above enthralling bluish-green eyes that subtly glow. Ever so appealing, with an edgy aura.

He gives off a Baelafort demeanor, only he's an actual Baelafort. One of the first twins.

“Babel… you came.”

The man’s brows crease as he tilts his head to the side. Then he takes two steps forward to cover the distance between us.

Even though he’s standing less than an inch in front of me, I don’t move back or cower. Instead, I tilt my chin up to stare him in the eye.

“If you try any shit here, you won’t like me,” I threaten, holding my breath, stiffening and tightening my hands into fists at my sides as Babel’s face leans down past mine to my ears.

“Do you not see the difference between my brother and me?” he whispers.

“Huh?” I take a step back to scrutinize him. Although I didn’t see the body of the fully clothed Babel earlier, there was no tattoo peeking from the neckline of the shirt the way it does for this guy. “Adam?”

“Bingo.”