Just Who?

It was around 1 a.m. in Lehar City. Most folks had gone to sleep, but the city wasn't completely quiet. Some lights still flickered in windows, cars moved lazily on the roads, and that soft hum of life just... stayed.

From the top of Falcon Tower, everything looked different. Bigger, but also kind of peaceful. The city lights spread out like a messy painting—some parts bright, others swallowed by shadow. You could see all the way to the edge, where the big freight station sat like a pile of sleeping giants, containers stacked up like rough blocks. Beyond that was the shipping dock, where huge ships waited, still and heavy under faint blue lights. The water barely moved, and the moonlight made it shine like a sheet of glass.

Up here, the wind felt cool. Not cold—just enough to keep you awake. The tower was tall as hell. Falcon Tower really made everything below feel like little toys. You could stand there and see the whole city breathing.

Alven stood near the edge, one hand resting on the cold railing. He leaned slightly forward, letting the breeze mess with his black coat, the long fabric swaying behind him like a slow-moving flag. Some of his hair had fallen over his mouth, but he didn't bother fixing it. His eyes were fixed on the city below.

Just beside him, Rowan leaned back on the same railing, head tilted up, eyes on the sky. His sleeves were rolled up, arms bare in the cool air. A cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, the orange tip flickering every time he took a drag.

Alven looked toward Rowan, who seemed lost in thought. The moonlight flickered gently across his face.

"You've become a really good father," Alven said, a pale smile curling on his lips.

Rowan glanced at him, exhaled a cloud of toxic nicotine, then softly closed his eyes. He didn't say anything.

"Huh~" Alven exhaled sharply, turning his gaze back toward the distance.

"I can't believe it's been 20 years..."

His voice was calm, his eyes half-lidded. The wind howled faintly, slapping against their ears like a whisper that wouldn't leave.

"So... how many more years are you planning to keep hiding it?"

At that, Rowan slowly turned his head. His gaze darkened. He shifted, one hand resting on the cold railing.

"I saw those eyes today," Alven murmured, still staring at the distance. "They were just like his. I didn't watch him grow up, but I can guess what he's become."

"You're overthinking it," Rowan replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. It didn't reach his eyes.

"There's gonna be a day when you, me, and all of us will have to face it. What are you going to do then?" Alven asked, his tone low, the wind now slower, almost listening.

"You think I'll ever let a day like that come?" Rowan's jaw clenched at just the thought.

"It's not about whether we want it or not," Alven said quietly. "It's about the fact that someday… it will come."

Something about the way he said it—flat, firm—cut through the night air. They both felt it. It wasn't like when they talked at the house. No masks here. No bullshit.

"But what if I had told him?" Rowan asked, his fists curling slightly. "Do you think it would've helped anything?"

"That's why I told you before," Alven said, a bitter edge entering his voice, "you should've choked his throat the moment you had him."

Rowan's jaw locked, his fist tightening with fury.

"Alven!! Do you even hear what you're saying? Do you have any idea what those words could do to us? Besides... I made an oath. I swore I'd raise him as my own. I don't want that darkness to ever touch him. Why should an innocent soul suffer for the sins we committed?"

Alven stepped forward, his lower lip trembling slightly.

"You know which innocent soul you're talking about?" he said, his voice cracking. "I've seen those same eyes before. Even after decades, I still have nightmares of them. There were nights I couldn't even sleep because of this!!"

His voice shook, trembling with everything he had buried inside.

Rowan closed his eyes again and took a long breath. He leaned back on the railing, exhaling.

"I know how you feel... But Ethan—he's different. I, Aria, Rachel, Lilly... We've lived under the same roof with him for 20 years. I can tell... that fear you're feeling? It's not real. It's in your head. I raised him like my own son. No one in my family knows—except Aria. Even she doesn't know his true identity."

"Ha... Aria?" Alven let out a dry laugh filled with a mix of sarcasm and frustration. "She doesn't even know who you are."

"Yes," Rowan admitted quietly. "I never told her. Not about me, nor Ethan. She's... such a kind soul. A good mother. I just wanted her to raise my kids and nothing else. I left everything behind for that, didn't I? All I want now is a peaceful life."

"A peaceful family?" Alven scoffed. "With a nuclear weapon under the roof?"

Rowan said nothing.

"I got a call from Ravel a week ago," Alven said, stepping back a little. "He passed on a message from Mrs. Shizuka. It won't take long before the ORDER calls us back. We might have to return... again. And if I'm guessing right... it's about the new heir."

Rowan froze. He didn't even blink. The silence stretched like cold steel between them.

His throat felt tight. Still, he forced the words out.

"If it's about the new heir... that means—"

"Yeah," Alven nodded. "The Jougrams have decided to choose the next heir. And as you know, there are four of them. Fortunately... they still don't know Ethan is alive. At least not yet."

His words hit Rowan like a brick. Even though Alven had clarified the situation,

All Rowan could feel was a heavy squeeze around his heart.

"Rowan, we have to pay for what we did. It's today or tomorrow, just a matter of time," Alven said with a sigh.

As for Rowan, he stood still, looking at the sky. The sin he had committed was too grave to forgive. With all this in mind, he just closed his eyes.

This man didn't have a shred of an idea of what was happening in his house. The missile he was raising was already digging into his woman—and worse... there was more to come.

Ethan stared at Aria's used, soaked body—legs still spread, thighs twitching, her pussy dripping thick trails of his cum.

Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, mouth open as she tried to catch her breath.

"Damn… You're leaking all over the place, Mom." He chuckled low, grabbing his half-hard cock and stroking it slowly, watching as it started to throb again.

The sight of her messy cunt, still glistening and twitching, was enough to make him rock-hard in seconds.

"Nnnh~ Ethan… You're hard again…?" She whimpered, voice barely a whisper. Her face flushed, pupils dilated, body already reacting again.

He leaned over her, spreading her legs wider, the inside of her thighs glossy with sweat and cum.

"Round two, Mom. I'm not done with you."

Her breath hitched—"W-Wait—"

But he didn't. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her on her stomach, her ass jiggling as she fell onto the wet sheets.

Cum still leaking down between her thighs.

"Look at this fucking mess..." Ethan growled, slapping her ass hard. "You're dripping like a busted pipe, Mom."

"Ahh~! Ethan!" she yelped, biting the sheet.

He spread her cheeks, letting the thick cum ooze out in slow strings, then lined himself up again.

"Time to shove it back in~"

"Nnnfghhh~!"

He slammed it in all at once, the sloppy squelch echoing in the room. Her pussy gave no resistance—it was loose, soaked, and aching—but still clung to him like it didn't want to let go.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~"

Ethan pounded into her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, making her ass bounce with every thrust.

"F-Fuck~ You're hitting too deep—!" She cried, nails digging into the sheet, her body jerking forward with every slam.

"You can take it, baby. Your slutty little cunt knows who owns it." He leaned forward, biting her neck, then licking the sweat off her back.

Aria's legs trembled again, her voice choking on moans. Her pussy gushed around him, "Splurt~," more squirting mixed with his previous cum flooding out.

"Yes~ Yes~ Fuck me like that~ Don't stop~!" she screamed.

Ethan grunted, picking up the pace, slamming her deeper, harder. His cock pistoning into her like a machine.

"Mmh—Ahh~ Again—! I'm gonna squirt again~!"

Her body snapped. Legs kicked, arms went limp, and her pussy exploded all over him again. A full-blown fountain, soaking his thighs and her sheets.

"Holy fuuuck~" Ethan groaned, barely holding himself back.

"Inside—cum inside again—fill me up!" Aria begged, shaking like a broken doll under him.

"Here it fucking comes—!"

"Spurt—Spurt—Spurt—"

He emptied himself deep into her again, stuffing her womb with another thick load. Her pussy quivered, her moans now weak whimpers.

Ethan pulled out slowly, watching his creamy cum ooze out from her pulsing entrance. Her hole twitched around nothing, stretched, used, and leaking nonstop.

She collapsed flat on the bed—ass up, face buried in the sheets, completely wrecked.