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Her dress dropped on the floor. She looked in my direction once. I held my breath and wondered if she could see me. She didn't show any awareness. Maybe it was a chance. If I had opened my mouth, I wouldn't have seen it.     

Christie stood up and kissed my mother's shoulder. Her hand cupped her breast and squeezed it. My mother closed her eyes and raised her head. I should have stopped watching. But I couldn't stop myself.      

I watched them together, making love to each other with such intensity. I felt something warm and sticky shoot in my hand.     

That must have been my first sin.     

"You taste sweet." My mother tapped Christie's chin. "Like always."     

"Dion, I only want to come in your mouth," Christie replied with sadness in her eyes. "I feel like I am cheating on you when I…"     

"If you are cheating on me, then I am also cheating on you." My mother embraced her. "Our relationships with other people are fake. What you and I have is the only truth."     

Christie bit her lower lip. For some reason, she didn't seem convinced.     

"Christie, do you remember how we met?" My mother climbed off the bed and walked in my direction. I pulled my hand out of my pants and moved toward the corner of the wardrobe. She opened the door of the wardrobe and looked at me. "When I was fourteen, I visited the orphanage with my father and mother to celebrate Christmas with the children at the orphanage. I was bored out of my mind. I went out for a while. In the garden, I saw you sleeping under a tree. The rays of moonlight illuminated your skin. I bent down on my knees to brush away a strand of hair on your face. You grabbed my hand and opened your eyes."     

Christie laughed. "I thought that you were a fairy."     

"Yes, and then, you kissed me." My mother looked at me with emotionless eyes. I felt ashamed and guilty. I wanted to apologize, but no words would come out of my mouth. I closed my eyes, afraid. But nothing happened. I felt her grabbing for something. She closed the door of the wardrobe, but there was still a slight gap. I realized that I was sweaty.      

"I fell in love with you at that moment," My mother added with a warm voice. "I used to find excuses to visit the orphanage."     

"You always brought me gifts." Christie looked at her with a smile in her eyes. "You were cute and clumsy back then."     

"Am I not cute anymore?" My mother pouted with a playful tone. I saw the object that she took from the wardrobe. Back then, I had no idea that the strange object was a strap-on dildo. I saw my mother tighten it around her waist.     

 "My Dion is the cutest one."     

"You are just saying it because you want me right now."     

"Ah… Dion… I mean it."     

Her hip rammed against Christe. The slick erotic sounds of penetrated the air. "Say it again then."     

"Dion, slow down… it hurts… Aaaah…"      

"You like it this way, Christie... You do, don't you?"     

"Y-Yes…" Christie was screaming my mother's name like a madwoman. "More… Please… Dion, I want… more…"      

I didn't care anymore. I inserted my hands inside my pants again and touched my rod that was already hard. I pursed my lips together to not make a single sound. My body was growing hot. I didn't know what I was doing either. I massaged my penis and felt it growing hard. I came for the second time. I felt tired. But Christie and my mother were far from exhaustion.     

Suddenly, the door was pushed open. My grandfather was standing at the door. He was wearing a navy t-shirt and blue jeans. I couldn't see Christie's expression when she looked at him. My mother also stopped and turned her head towards the door.     

I held my breath and wondered if my grandfather already knew about the relationship between Christie and my mother.      

And I found out the truth in the next moment.     

"How was the meeting?" Dionne didn't stop. Christie let out a muffled whimper when my grandfather joined them.     

"We will get the deal." He smirked at my mother. When my mother didn't reply, he said to her, "Dionne, how long are you going to stay away from home? I understand your need for independence, but I am lonely without you. You are my only daughter."     

My mother shrugged. "You don't lack women."     

He laughed. "But you are my flesh. Only you can satisfy me."     

"I know." My mother smiled at him. The look in her eyes changed into something dark. "Take me, Father."     

I was too numb at this moment. I didn't feel hot. I only felt disgusted. I wrapped my hands around my knees. However, I didn't stop watching. That was my mother's way of punishing me.      

***     

I don't know how long I sat in the wardrobe after they were gone. When I came back to my room, I had the urge to take a bath. I scrubbed my skin until it turned red. Still, I felt that I was not clean. I looked in the mirror. A horrible thought came to me. I didn't want it to be true. I was sure that my mother was not that cruel.     

After that day, I kept a distance from Adrian. I didn't dislike that boy, but I couldn't be with him either. I was carrying the weight alone. I pretended to oversleep because I didn't want to eat breakfasts with them. I didn't want to see them. I asked for meals in my bedroom. If it was possible, I wanted to forget what I saw. But it was gnawing on my heart like a poisonous worm.      

I wanted to go back to my father and my sister as soon as possible, but I was afraid of seeing my mother. Whenever I came across my mother, I was afraid. She treated me the same. There was no shame in her eyes while I was drowned in guilt and disgust.      

I was sitting in the garden that day. Adrian was in school at that time. I was gazing at the flowers in silence when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at my mother's face. She sat beside me. We didn't speak for a long time.     

"Do you find me disgusting?" She asked.     

"Yes." I replied, "Why did you show it to me?"     

"To let you know how disgusting you are." She said, "Now, you have my father's and my repugnant blood inside you."     

I became quiet. I didn't want to know. Kirishima Naoki wasn't my father. I was born out of a forbidden union. "Is Ayaka also…?"     

"Yes."     

"Please don't tell her." I realized that my tears were falling. I didn't want to ruin my sister's innocence. She loved Kirishima Naoki and she saw our mother as an angel. "She won't be able to take it."     

"I agree." Her voice was emotionless and cold. "I will let you decide what you want to do with her."     

I blinked my eyes. I didn't understand what she meant. She met my gaze and explained, "Christopher, your love for your sister might become the reason for her demise."     

Then, she told me about the Consortium of sinners -- a few hundred years old organization that ruled the world as its empire. In the past, there were seven main families that ruled this powerful organization until one of the families decided to take the reins for themselves. There was a silent war and the only surviving family was the Ash family.      

Before the other six families were wiped out, the Consortium would conduct a simple test to select the heir from each generation. If more than one person passed the test, they would allow a battle between the heirs until the only one remained. Lastly, the heir must do a sacrifice. The sacrifice had to be something that the heir loved the most. Whether it was an object or a life, it must be sacrificed at the altar.      

"What if I don't want to do it?"