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It was too bad that Bel's mink was a box animal, Jill would have loved a warm, furry new stole, or maybe something to pet while smirking at his two new pets. Pets, a royal ruler always needed pets, like an American president needed dogs, or Byakuran-sama needed suck-ups. Now Jill had two pretty pets of his own. Untrained, wild pets, but that was the best kind! Just like that stallion Olgert had gotten him for Jill's 16th birthday. The stallion had been so wild, so feisty, so dangerous, and then Jill had broken him.
Jill had loved that horse, just like he loved Bel.
"Shishishi…" Jill jerked on the strings tied to his brother. Bel jerked, shifted, danced a little to Jill's tune, just like Bel should, just like Bel would for the rest of his life. "You look so cute tied up there, little brother."
Bel's jaw worked, his teeth working to bite through the gag, to say all those nasty, cruel, hurtful things Bel was always thinking. 'Die', or 'cockroach', or 'die, cockroach, die'. Nasty, hurtful things, not the sort of things that a peasant should say to a king.
Jill leaned over the side of his throne, reached down and patted the head of his cute new kitten. "A cat may stare at a king~" Jill said, stroking his cute kitten's hair. Cute kitten, sex kitten, that stupid silly frog hat hadn't done his kitten any favors. Chains and skimpy outfits suited his kitten so much better. "Right, Fran?"
Jill had loved that horse, just like he loved Bel.
"Shishishi…" Jill jerked on the strings tied to his brother. Bel jerked, shifted, danced a little to Jill's tune, just like Bel should, just like Bel would for the rest of his life. "You look so cute tied up there, little brother."
Bel's jaw worked, his teeth working to bite through the gag, to say all those nasty, cruel, hurtful things Bel was always thinking. 'Die', or 'cockroach', or 'die, cockroach, die'. Nasty, hurtful things, not the sort of things that a peasant should say to a king.
Jill leaned over the side of his throne, reached down and patted the head of his cute new kitten. "A cat may stare at a king~" Jill said, stroking his cute kitten's hair. Cute kitten, sex kitten, that stupid silly frog hat hadn't done his kitten any favors. Chains and skimpy outfits suited his kitten so much better. "Right, Fran?"