Chapter 177: Beheading One’s Little Brother

Luca walked to the kitchen with the heavy, reluctant steps of a man marching toward his own execution.

He reached for the cleaver—a substantial piece of metal, heavy enough to chop through thick bones if needed.

He tested its weight in his hand, then ran his thumb gently along the blade.

Sharp. Definitely sharp enough.

He then looked down at himself, at the very obvious evidence of his body’s betrayal, and grimaced.

’This is going to hurt like hell.’

But it was necessary.

He moved to a waist-high table and positioned himself at its edge.

With a deep, resigned breath, he pulled his pants down just enough, then gripped his massive, rock-hard erection and slammed it down onto the wooden surface.

The impact was solid—almost like dropping a heavy log.

The table shuddered, and his penis lay there against the wood, thick and throbbing and impossibly hard, like some exotic vegetable waiting to be prepared for dinner.

Luca stared at it for a long moment.

“I can’t do this.” He muttered. “I can’t look my little brother in the eye while I do this.”

He grabbed a small cloth from nearby and draped it over his manhood, covering it completely.

The cloth now served as a blindfold for a condemned man—a small mercy so he wouldn’t have to see the look of betrayal in its eyes.

He took a final, shuddering breath, gripped the handle with both hands, and with a roar of forced resolution, he swung the blade down.

CRACK!

The cleaver bit deep, slicing through the cloth and the flesh beneath, burying itself inches into the solid wood of the table.

And then—

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Luca screamed, the sound tearing from his throat.

“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! MY PENIS! MY FUCKING PENIS!”

He collapsed back, clutching a thick towel to his crotch as blood began to bloom through the white fabric.

He gritted his teeth so hard they threatened to shatter, a frantic, pained smile plastered on his face.

Beside the embedded cleaver, the severed portion lay still under the blood—soaked cloth, abandoned on the table like a prize from a hunt.

Outside, the sudden, violent shouting reached Luna’s ears.

She was at the door in an instant, her voice high with alarm.

“Luca? Luca, are you alright?”

She cried, her hand hovering over the latch.

“I heard you scream! Did something happen? You sound like you’re in terrible pain!”

Luca gasped, his chest heaving. He almost blurted out the truth—No, Luna, I’m not alright, I just cut off my own damn cock and balls!—but he caught himself just in time.

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his voice to drop into a strained, gentle register.

“It’s alright, Luna.”

He called out, his voice trembling despite his best efforts.

“It’s…It’s fine. I just had a bit of an accident with a fruit knife. It went a lot deeper than I expected. There’s no need for you to worry.”

He wiped the sweat from his brow, focusing his will on his own body, forcing the circulation to constrict in his lower half to stem the flow of blood.

“Are you sure?”

Luna asked, her voice filled with lingering doubt.

“You sounded…different. Should I come in? I can help you bandage it, or get some medicine from the elders.”

“No!”

Luca shouted a bit too quickly, then softened.

“I mean, no, it’s okay. The bleeding has already stopped. But…actually, there is something else you could help me with. If you’re willing.”

He limped toward the window, leaning heavily on the sill.

He pushed it open, revealing only his top half to Luna, who stood on the elevated platform outside.

She looked at him with wide, searching eyes, noting the beads of perspiration on his pale forehead and the way his breath came in shallow hitches.

“What is it, Luca?” She asked, her concern shifting into a desire to be useful. “What can I do for you? Do you need water? Clean bandages?”

Luca met her eyes. His expression was calm, almost serene—the face of a man who had already endured the worst and was now operating on pure, insane logic.

“Can you do me a favor, Luna?”

She nodded eagerly. “Anything. Tell me.”

He smiled gently and finally said,

“Can you take off your top? I’d really like to see your naked breasts right now.”

Luna stood frozen on the platform, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly as if she were trying to clear a hallucination.

She had been mentally prepared for a medical emergency—fetching clean spring water, grinding herbs, or perhaps even a gentle massage to ease his trembling muscles.

But the words that had actually left his lips felt like they belonged to a different language entirely.

Slowly, a nervous smile crept onto her face.

“Can you…can you repeat that, Luca?”

Her voice was hesitant, uncertain.

“I don’t think I heard you properly. It sounded like you said something really absurd, so please—tell me I misheard.”

Luca didn’t hesitate. Didn’t soften the blow. He pointed directly at her chest—at the bountiful curves straining against her top and said,

“Your breasts, Luna. I want to see them. Take your top off.”

The words were blunt. Direct. Almost commanding.

Luna’s face erupted in flames.

She hadn’t misheard. He really had said it. He really wanted to see her naked breasts. Right now.

Instinctively, her arms crossed over her chest, shielding herself from his gaze and her mind raced in circles, unable to process what was happening.

’Why would he ask something like this? ’

’What had gotten into him? ’

They had been having such a sweet, romantic moment just minutes ago, and now—

Luca saw her reaction and immediately realized how insane his request sounded.

The pain had made him blunt, had stripped away all subtlety and left him speaking raw, unfiltered thoughts.

He held up a hand quickly.

“Actually—forget it. Forget I said anything, Luna.”

He forced a gentle smile through the agony he was feeling.

“I’m sorry. That was completely out of line. Please, just…can you go get Nyx or Lulu for me?”

“Either of them would probably be willing to help without hesitation.”

Luna’s eyes trembled in alarm upon hearing this request.

Get Nyx or Lulu? For the same request? So he could see their breasts instead of hers?

Her mind flashed to Lulu—always so close to Luca, always touching him, always getting attention.

And now he wanted to call her here for something intimate while Luna stood aside and watched?

Absolutely not.

The embarrassment and shame that had consumed her moments ago vanished in an instant, replaced by something far fiercer.

Her eyes hardened with determination. Her jaw set.

“No, Luca.” Her voice was firm, resolute. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you. There’s no need to call anyone else.”

“Luna, you don’t have to force yourself.” Luca shook his head, still trying to be reasonable. “You’re clearly uncomfortable, and you have no experience with this kind of thing.”

“It’s better to call someone who—”

“No.”

She cut him off, stepping forward. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that was almost comical given the situation like a tiny warrior preparing for her greatest battle.

“I will show you my breasts. Not Auntie Nyx. Not Lulu. me.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “Only me.”

Before Luca could respond, her hands moved to the buttons of her dress.

She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t second-guess.

With quick, determined movements, she undid the buttons and pulled the fabric down, letting it pool at her waist.

Beneath it, a simple fabric bra contained the generous swell of her chest and even through the material, it was clear that she was carrying quite a lot.

Then, without pausing, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra.

The moment it came free, gravity took hold.

If Luca’s ears could hear sound effects, they would have registered a series of soft boing sounds as her breasts spilled free and immediately began to bounce.

Once. Twice. Three times.

They swayed gently, settling into place, their sheer weight keeping them in motion longer than smaller breasts ever could.

And once Luca set his eyes on them, he gulped.

They were magnificent.

Large and full, like two perfect fruits hanging from a branch. Her skin was flawless, smooth as silk, with not a single blemish to distract from the view.

The curvature was exquisite—round and full at the base, tapering slightly to where two perfect pink nipples stared back at him like curious little eyes.

They were the breasts of someone full of life. Youthful. Bountiful. Absolutely stunning.

Luna, for her part, was fighting every instinct screaming at her to cover up.

This was the first time anyone had ever seen her like this.

The vulnerability was overwhelming. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears.

But she held her ground.

Instead of hiding, she pushed her chest forward slightly, presenting herself to him. Making sure he got a good look.

Luca saw the determination in her eyes—the fierce resolve behind the obvious nervousness.

She wanted this. She wanted to help. She wanted to be the one.

He made a decision.

“Come here.” He said softly, beckoning with one finger. “Bring those beautiful breasts closer to me.”

Nervous but committed, Luna stepped forward until her chest was inches from his face.

Luca leaned in.

He studied them with scary intensity—the smooth skin, the perfect circle of her areolas, the way her nipples had tightened under his gaze.

He even leaned closer still and took a gentle sniff.

Luna shivered. Her nipples hardened further, betraying her body’s reaction even as she tried to remain still.

Luca then pulled back slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Something was becoming clear to him, but he needed more data.

“Can you shake them for me, Luna?”

She blinked, flustered.

“Sh-Shake them? How? Like this?”

She cupped one breast and moved it up and down.

“Or like this?”

She swayed side to side, making them wobble.

Luca shook his head. ”

Just jump up and down. That should be enough.”

Luna nodded and began to jump.

Her breasts went wild.

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

With every bounce, they flew up and came crashing down, jiggling and wobbling like two puddings caught in an earthquake.

The motion was hypnotic, mesmerizing, utterly captivating.

It was also painful for Luna—without support, the flesh slapped against her chest with each jump, the strain noticeable on her face.

But she kept going. For him.

“Stop.” Luca said after a moment.

She stopped, breathing hard.

“Come closer.”

She stepped forward.

“Closer.”

She moved until she could feel the warmth of his breath between her breasts.

And then Luca did something that made her gasp.

He dove forward, burying his face completely in the soft valley between her breasts.

His nose pressed into her skin, his cheeks cushioned by the generous mounds on either side.

“L-Luca?! What are you—”

“Shake them.”

He mumbled, his voice muffled by flesh.

“I want to feel them slapping against my face. Just shake my face.”

“Suffocate me with your tits.”

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