Mizuhito: Hair In The Shades Of Night

After an evening ball in Paris, Mizuhito and Yuriko are enthralled in a passionate 'dans'.

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A few years later...

Yuriko looks at the sky from the hotel's spacious balcony.

Under the sky is a road, full of dressed up ladies and gentlemen and the four-wheeled carriages. The road is bustling with activity.

But Yuriko likes the sky more than the glamorous spectacle.

The beautiful and twinkling stars. The clouds that appear pale pink because they reflect the lights of the city beneath.

Japan is also under the same sky, she thinks, the thoughts are enough to put her mind at ease.

Mizuhito: "What are you doing here?"

Mizuhito silently steps into the room while loosening his necktie.

The air around her brother is as tranquil and clear as she remembers.

Mizuhito: "Paris is a little chilly tonight, huh? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Yuriko: "I'll be fine. I'm not cold at all. It's actually perfect because I felt so hot from all the dancing."

Mizuhito is now a famous painter and when he was invited to a party held at the palace, Yuriko came with him to Paris.

They actually get invited to balls almost every night which is why Yuriko has been taking full-fledged dance lessons here.

She's become better at dancing now, but she still thinks that her body isn't mode for dancing.

And Yuriko still doesn't like the boisterousness that accompanies every ball.

As a popular painter, everyone wants to talk to Mizuhito, who is now referred to as Vicomte (Viscount) Nomiya. But since he has absolutely no intention of being away from Yuriko during parties, she always finds herself in the center of a circle of people.

And most people have noticed that the model of Vicomte Nomiya's painting is his younger sister.

The most admired among all of Mizuhito's paintings is "Hair in the Shades of Night" and it features a delicate and minute depiction of a woman's beautiful black hair, drawn using fine-point brushes.

Mizuhito: "Oh! It's such a beautiful starry sky."

Mizuhito steps out onto the balcony and gently circles his arm around Yuriko's shoulders.

Mizuhito: "You looked gloomy tonight... What's the matter?"

Yuriko: "...So you noticed. I should've known better than trying to fool you, brother."

Mizuhito: "Of course I noticed. My eyes have been following you since the day you were born."

Yuriko: "Pfft! And you're still as masterful with words as usual. Maybe we won't ever change, brother... You and I both."

Mizuhito: "...Is it something about the past?"

Yuriko: "Yes."

Yuriko smiles sadly and looks to her side, at her brother.

Yuriko: "The memories of those days are rushing to my mind... Tonight, they're even more vivid than usual."

Tonight's evening party has reminded her of the evening party that took place years ago- the one that marked the beginning of a series of misfortunes that befell her family.

She knows very well what caused those misfortunes. But Yuriko still isn't sure if she should discuss it with her brother.

Yuriko: "...Father and mother passed away. The manor was burnt down... and Majima disappeared." "A lot of things have happened since then... Coming at us like a hurricane."

Yes, various things happened after that...

The night the manor was set on fire was the last one of the misfortunes that the Nomiya household had to suffer.

After the incident, several strange events occurred.

But maybe they weren’t strange at all; maybe they were fortunate instead.

The first miracle that happened was this- the debt that had swelled to a large sum of money was written off, completely.

One day, Fujita told her that there was no more and Yuriko didn't have the slightest idea how it was possible.

When Yuriko asked her brother for an explanation, he revealed something that she had never known before.

There were supposed to be multiple creditors involved with the Nomiya household's debt, but someone bought all of the claims.

This person was an unknown nouveau riche and the same figure who secretly used their influence to enable Mizuhito to earn money by selling his body.

But neither Fujita, who took care of the transactions related to the household's debt, nor Mizuhito, who agreed to work as a prostitute, had met this person before. There was always someone else acting as the mysterious person's representative.

The debt certificate containing all of the household's debt was later sent to Mizuhito.

In other words, their household had no more debt to pay.

The Mysterious person who had been holding the Nomiay household's fate in their hands disappeared after that, vanishing like a cloud of smoke.

The mysterious person's disappearance was clearly related to a certain missing man, but no one in the household talked about it.

However, the fact that they no longer had any debt to pay didn't mean that their burnt manor would rebuild itself.

A few days after the fire, their grandmother from their mother's side offered her own manor for them to live in, but they knew they couldn't stay there long.

After leaving the manor, the siblings were ready to face countless hardships in order to make ends meet.

However, the two of them were saved by an unexpected figure- Mizuhito's biological father, Count Shirakawa.

Although to be precise, it was Viscountess Fuijtani, the older sister of the late Count Shirakawa, who made the arrangements to help them.

Fujitani knew that Mizuhito, her brother's child, had been growing up as an illegitimate child of the Nomiya household.

Since Mizuhito's mother was not just any maid but a servant of Viscount Nomiya's household, the Shirakawas' distant relatives, the fact that Count Shirakawa had gotten her pregnant caused a skirmish among the count's extended family.

But then Viscount Nomiya declared that the newly born child was his own illegitimate child.

Thanks to the viscount, the Shirakawa family was able to hide the immoral deed committed by one of their own and they had always felt indebted to the Nomiya household.

When the Shirakwawa family learned about the many hardships that had befallen the Nomiya household, resulting in the loss of their home and reducing their number to just a pair of siblings, they decided to reach out and help after considering the situation.

They helped Mizuhito so that he could go to an art school and devote himself to painting.

But being a free spirit, Mizuhito hated the popular realism behind them for it valued only superficial and formulated techniques.

He graduated and submitted his works to various exhibitions, but he got rejected each time. He fell into a state of despair then.

But he decided to fulfill his dream of studying abroad in France, just like the late Count Shirakawa who went to Europe to study painting.

Mizuhito insisted that Yuriko come along, so she did, on the pretext of looking after her brother and studying foreign languages abroad.

Yuriko herself immediately agreed to her brother's offer because she was getting fed up dealing with endless marriage affairs.

And so Mizuhito and Yuriko went to France together. They got a place with cheap rent and lived a modest life at the beginning.

But Mizuhito never stopped putting out his works at the Salon and he gradually gained fame as a painter. Before long, his popularity rose rapidly.

He began receiving financial support from Japanese businessmen in France who were also active participants in high society there. By this point, the two of them could live without relying on the allowance remitted to them from Japan.

Now, There is not a single person in France who hasn't heard of Mizuhito the painter. They live in a gorgeous house in luxury, and they socialize with well-known figures.

Mizuhito's paintings which were not accepted in Japan now bask in acclamation in France.

And Yuriko finds it ironic. Her brother is a Japanese man through and through and she thought her brother would never have anything to do with Europa at all.

Mizuhito: "...Did someone at the party say anything that upset you?"

Mizuhito peers into Yuriko's gloomy expression and he seems genuinely concerned.

He looks worried as he strokes the stray strands of her updo along her nape. Yuriko looks up at her brother and smiles.

Yuriko: "No, not at all. Why would you think so?"

Mizuhito: "Well... I don't know, I guess it's because I've met many unsatisfied ladies recently. They hate that I keep drawing you."

Yuriko: "Oh? I don't think it just started recently, though. I think you have more women who are obsessed with you than you know, brother."

Mizuhito: "Haha! Please, I've heard that one a lot. But then... Why are you looking so blue?"

Yuriko shifts her gaze down to her feet, Her brother doesn't seem like he's willing to drop the subject, but should she tell him about it?

Then again, her brother is bound to find out one day. She should probably talk to him about it now so as not to lead him astray.

Yuriko heaves a small sigh, making up her mind. She really doesn't want to talk about it, but she has to.

She's recalling her past more clearly than ever today because she ran into someone unexpected today.

Yuriko: "...I met Shiba."

Mizuhito: "What!?"

Mizuhito exclaims in surprise, something she seldom does.

Yuriko fixes her eyes on her brother, unsure what kind of face she should be making now, and continues.

Yuriko: "Yes. He was at the party. He said he was doing business in Germany, but recently moved to France..."

Mizuhito: "What? Oh god... That man is here, in France?"

Yuriko: "He told me he wanted to buy your paintings, brother...."

Mizuhito: "Well, he'd have to kill me first!"

Mizuhito spits in anger and Yuriko flinches in surprise.

It's truly rare of her brother to raise his voice in anger in this manner. In fact, Yurio doesn't think she's seen him get mad ever since they started living together in France.

Yuriko looks at her brother as if she's only seeing him for the first time and clenches her jaw.

It doesn't escape Mizuhito and he immediately relaxes before enveloping his sister in a tight embrace.

Mizuhito: "...I thought Lady Amami talked him into giving up on you, but I guess he's still trying."

Yuriko: "...He told me he saw your one-man exhibition. He complimented you a lot."

Mizuhito: "Mmph. I bet he said an obscene word or two to humiliate you, didn't he?"

In fact, Shiba did. But Yuriko chooses to hold her tongue.

Most of Mizuhito's paintings depict Yuriko.

And one of the most appreciated ones is a nude painting of her. Her black hair looks neat against her kimono, but when those dark strands drape against her bare skin, the combination is imbued with a bewitching sort of beauteousness.

Shiba used a few choice words to point that out. He said Mizuhito's paintings are oozing with his deep love for her and it’s so palpable that the audience will shudder in response if they gaze at the paintings long enough.

It's true that Mizuhito's paintings can be intimidating. Vicomte Nomiya is known for his paintings and they all have the power to stifle the audience with his obsession as each strand has been drawn with incredible tenacity and precision.

Mizuhito: "I would know. Among critics, there are those who say nasty stuff too- acting as if they know everything about painting."

Yuriko: "...I don't know much about painting either." "I like your paintings, brother, but I really don't understand a thing about cubism art surreal realism."

Mizuhito: "Hehe. That's okay, you don't have to force yourself to learn about those terms. I myself am not completely familiar with everything about painting. I just know that I find original expressions attractive. Each one of them is exhilarating and exciting." "Nowadays, foreign painters like me are popular because we offer unique expressions as a result of our homelands traditions. That's why painters like me are able to make a living."

Yuriko: "I'm just as clueless about the current trends- why people like what they like. But... I know your paintings have the ability to grasp the hearts of the people. I don't know if I'm making any sense, but... I think your paintings are really attractive."

Mizuhito: "...And it's all thanks to you. Do you know that?"

Mizuhito says, his voice thick with adoration.

Mizuhito: "You might find this surprising, but I can actually relate with that man's obsession."

Yuriko's hair falls to her shoulders. When did her brother take the comb from her hair?

Mizuhito's fingers are slowly stroking her hair, as gentle and hot as the fingers that used to wash her hair back then.

Mizuhito: "Anyone who catches a whiff of your sweet scent will never forget you..." "People are buying my paintings not because I'm good at painting. All of my buyers- they want you."

Yuriko: "...But not just any painter can paint me. It has to be you, brother." "I mean, have you looked at the hair strands that you drew? If you hadn't been touching my hair so much, you probably wouldn't be able to draw my hair with such detail."

Mizuhito: "Yeah... You're right."

Mizuhito lovingly caresses Yuriko's hair, which was entwined around his fingers, and places a kiss on it.

Mizuhito: "Your hair belongs to me… like your skin, your eyes, your lips, even the tips of your nails...they are all mine..."

While whispering sweetly, he groped Yuriko's body from on top of the dress and rained kisses all over her face.

Yuriko's body easily burns even with love through the cloth.

In France, her brother wanted Yuriko more passionately than when he was in Japan.

As the heat rises, the tip of his tongue sneaks caress Yuriko's sensitive mouth.

She never kissed anyone else, but a kiss with her brother is now tantamount to sex itself.

Yuriko was no longer able to stand still at the kiss that was so deep that the sound of water resounded.

Yuriko: "Oh... Brother..."

Mizuhito: "...Shall we go inside?"

With a blank head, Yuriko nodded absentmindedly, and Mizuhito picked Yuriko up in his arms and returned to the hotel room.

And just like that, they lie down on a luxurious bed.

Just when she was wondering if she would take off her clothes next time, a hand suddenly rolled up the hem of her dress.

Yuriko: "B-Brother...?"

Mizuhito: "...I want you right now... Can I?"

Yuriko: "Eh... R-Right now...?"

She hasn't taken off her shoes yet, and she is still wearing stockings, garters, and underdress.

No way, she wonders if her brother wants to do it while she is still wearing all the dresses and underwear.

Yuriko: "B-But... the dress will get dirty, so no..."

Mizuhito: "Don't worry. I'll be careful."

Yuriko: "N-No we can't, I..."

She can't speak beyond that, and she turns bright red and keeps her mouth shut.

Yuriko was the type to get very wet. During the act, she would overflow endlessly. Already, her shorts are quite damp from just his caressing.

Even though she always ends up getting the sheets wet, she can't let the dress look like that. However, Mizuhito didn't seem to care.

Mizuhito: "It's fine if one or two dresses get dirty. I'll buy you as many dresses as you want."

Yuriko: "B-But brother..."

Mizuhito: "Don't worry... Ma petite princesse..."

Mizuhito half forcibly spreads Yuriko's legs, pulls her shorts aside, and hides his fingers there.

She protested with a small voice, but soon as his finger found that it was already moist.

Mizuhito: "What... you want it too, don't you?" "Just take off your shorts... leave everything else to me, and spread your legs... like a whore..."

Mizuhito's enchanting whispers make Yuriko tremble with embarrassment, but for some reason she obeys.

When she pulled the shorts down with her hot fingers, a moist thread was pulled from there. Listening to her thumping heartbeat, Yuriko spread her legs wide on the bed as her brother told her.

With a wet sound, her congested labia opens its mouth.

A thick honey leaked out from the gap, and the pink interior was twitching open and close.

Mizuhito: "Fufu... What a dirty view..."

Yuriko: "Please... don't be so mean... brother..."

Mizuhito: "Why? You're excited, aren't you..."

Mizuto knelt down in front of Yuriko and without hesitation pressed his lips all over the gap.

Yuriko: "Hyaaa. Ah..."

Mizuhito: "Hmm... fu... ha" "Ha, mnn, uh. Hmm, ha..." "Haa... fufu... You're so wet..." "You like being licked here, don't you...? You're wriggling happily..."

Cover it with his lips and bury the tip of his tongue in her vagina.

That alone makes Yuriko tremble and almost come.

Mizuhito: "Here too, it's so bloated..."

Yuriko: "Ah, ah, no, brother..."

Mizuhito: "You hate it? Don't you love this place...?" "Nn, nmu, fu, ha..."

Mizuhito smoothly peeled off her foreskin, exposing her most sensitive coral colored ball.

He kissed it, after sucking on it, he rolled it with the tip of his tongue as if playing with it, and flipped it up.

Finally, Yuriko could no longer endure it, and her hips convulsed.

Yuriko: "Hyaa, no! Ah, ah!"

Mizuhito: "Hmm... ah... See, I told you..."

She can feel her vaginal walls moving in small increments.

The love juice that leaked from deep inside dripped down, and Mizuto deliberately slurped it down with a loud sound.

Mizuhito: "Nfu, nn, nn, uh..."

Yuriko: "Haa...haa...ah, hya, no, don't lick it..."

Mizuhito: "Fufu...then it's about time, can I get inside you...?"

After carefully licking her sensitive vagina, Mizuhito finally lets go.

Yuriko: "Well, that's... b-but, at least let me take off the dress..."

Mizuhito: "...No way. I want to hold you in your ball gown."

Yuriko: "...Brother...?"

Only then did Yuriko realize that her brother was acting a little strange.

Then, at the same time Mizuto forcibly leans over Yuriko.

Mizuhito: "I love you... Yuriko..."

Yuriko: "Ah...! Ngh, uhm, ah!!"

Mizuhito: "Kuu... uh, fu, fufu… you’re already simmering inside..."

Yuriko was trembling with hot pleasure when Mizuhito opened it up with his tongue.

With everything going on with her body, something hot is pushed into her, and she feels like she's drowning in a strange sense of immorality.

It was the first time for Yuriko doing the act while wearing a dress, and Yuriko felt an unexpected excitement rushing up from the depths of her body in a somewhat perverted atmosphere.

Mizuhito: "Haa...as usual, your insides, they're the best..."

Yuriko: "Y-You’re terrible... Brother's clothes are wrinkled now, ah..."

Mizuhito: "It doesn't matter... just think of it as the two of us dancing a little violently."

Yuriko: "I-I can't, ha, ah"

Her legs were strongly held as she swallowed her brother even deeper.

When Yuriko's deepest feeling is hit in quick succession, the bottomless pleasure opens her mouth.

Every time her brother's hard and hot shaft, which is buried tightly, rubs against the ripe mucous membrane, some love juice spills out.

While being shaken shallowly and deeply at different speeds, Yuriko couldn't help but let out a loud cry as he rubbed her breasts that had spilled out of the corset.

Yuriko: "Eek, ah, ah, ah, ah"

Mizuhito: "Oh...amazing...You really drive me crazy… pulling me into the abyss...it's irresistible..." "Haa...ah...Are you an angel or a demon...sometimes I'm not sure...ah, hah..."

Mizuhito passionately sucked Yuriko's lips and shook his hips violently as if surrendering to his impulses.

The intense wet sounds and the rustling of the dress swayed her ears. Her toes in high heels sway against the backdrop of her canopy.

Looking down from above, her brother was still in a tuxedo, with his tie slightly loosened.

Falling into the illusion of being hugged in the middle of an evening party, Yuriko felt unsettled, as if she was doing something wrong.

Yuriko: "Ah, no, brother, no~...!"

Mizuhito: "Why...? What do you dislike about making your body feel good?"

Yuriko: "B-Because, ah, ah!"

Mizuhito: "Isn't it nice... The sound of this rustling of clothes is just like another wonderful performance..." "Your wet sound is even louder today...fufu, it's proof that you're overflowing more than usual..."

Skillfully thrusting deep inside, his voice became hoarse.

She was dizzy by the dripping beauty of her brother looking down at her with misty eyes.

Her brother is always good-looking, but when he's in the act, there's a bewitching scent about him.

Mizuhito: "Haa, ha, ku, mnn... fu, ha" "Fufu... you must be a little excited, too? Tonight you seem tighter than usual..."

Yuriko: "No, brother is always ... ah, ah"

Mizuhito: "Ah... that might be the case... I'm so tense, I can't help it... I want to eat you, I can't help it..."

Certainly Mizuto was bigger and stiffer than usual. Yuriko's body, which is made to remember its shape by nightly love affairs, is sensitive to even the slightest change.

Her brother's alter ego tonight was as rigid as he could have been. He was so tense that it looked like she was being pearsted with a hot stone.

Even though the face in front of her is her brother's, she falls into the illusion that the lower half of her body is being controlled by someone else.

Mizuhito: "You belong only to me... you promise me you won't leave me..."

Yuriko: "B-Brother..."

Mizuhito: "Every time I go to an evening party, I feel uneasy... People who are enthusiastic about my paintings will surely fall in love with you... I feel uneasy about losing you..."

Suddenly, Yuriko remembers that her brother used to sell himself.

Her older brother who didn't confide in himself and was toyed with by rich people's entertainment every night.

A nobleman by nature, her brother must have been deeply hurt by selling himself for money, even if he himself indulged in idle love affairs.

To be honest, even after coming here, Yuriko was worried that her brother would make the same mistake again if they ran out of money.

In fact, there was no such worry, and the period of poverty was short. Her brother's career as a painter soon paved the way, and Yuriko no longer needed to worry.

But even so, Yuriko feels a strange sense of turmoil when her brother is surrounded by famous ladies in society.

Her brother was tall for an Asian, but his slender and lean appearance made him look like a young boy in the midst of sensual Westerners.

Mizuhito probably thought the same thing about his little sister.

In fact, in this land of intense racism, no matter how much fame you have gained, there are many people who look at the Asian siblings with disrespectful eyes.

As the popularity of Vicomte Nomiya increased in this foreign land, her brother was worried that his sister would be kidnapped, and she was worried that her brother might be taken as well.

In addition to that, tonight's appearance of Shiba made Mizuto's eyes go mad with fever.

Mizuhito: "That man... if he appears in front of you again, I won't let him..."

Yuriko: "... Nothing will change, brother... No matter who shows up or what happens..."

Mizuhito: "No, no, that's all I'm saying... I want you..."

Mizuhito throbs inside Yuriko.

Because he violently put something big and hard in and took out, her entrance had already melted, smeared with love juice and opened softly.

Hugging his panting sister tightly, and her brother let out a hot breath.

Mizuhito: "...Can I come inside you...?"

Yuriko: "What...?"

Yuriko's heart beats wildly at the sudden question.

Until now, he was always throwing up semen outside her body worried about the what-ifs.

However, her brother suddenly says that he wants to put it inside. Yuriko couldn't fathom what that meant, and was perplexed.

Yuriko: "But brother...then..."

Mizuhito: "I want proof of my love for you..."

Yuriko: "...!"

So that's it. Yuriko felt like she was witnessing the depth of her brother's attachment to her, and she trembled.

Even if they are not blood related, they cannot get married because they are registered as siblings in their family registers.

Even if they were able to legally marry by some means, they would already be known as siblings in Paris.

If it comes down to it, Mizuhito would probably brush off any rumors, but Yuriko wanted her brother to stay in the sunshine.

Yuriko: "...But what if something happens, what will we do..."

Mizuhito: "We'll say they were adopted. You secretly gave birth outside the country, and then say you took them from an orphanage.” "Besides, eventually I will give up my Japanese nationality... I'm thinking of becoming a French citizen. I'm sure it won't be impossible for me to marry you then..."

Yuriko: "Brother...Do you really want this...?"

Mizuhito: "Of course. I've been thinking about that for a long time..." "I want to start a family with you...a happy, bright family...!"

Yuriko: "...A happy family..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, large tears spilled from Yuriko's eyes.

And if she took a closer look at her brother, tears were also shining in her brother's eyes.

Yuriko wasn't the only one who remembered the tragedy of the past when Shiba suddenly arrived.

They have a tragic past. At that time, they lost everything, were exhausted, and the frozen sadness healed little by little with the warmth of each other's skin.

Still, their wounds were too deep. Those gruesome and shocking events will never fade away no matter how many years pass.

Yuriko: (And... brother... has always been worried about his birth...)

Mizuhito must have been starving for the love of his family for a long time. He tried to fill it with a woman's skin, and misplaced his feelings for Yuriko.

It wasn't that Yuriko didn't want to have a child with her brother. She only thought that she didn't need her desire to be a mother for her brother's success.

But it may have been a misplaced dedication. It was her brother who wanted a family more than anyone else.

Yuriko: "...Alright, brother..."

Mizuhito: "Really...? Will you forgive me, Yuriko...?"

Yuriko: "There is nothing to forgive... I want one too... I want to give birth to brother's child."

Mizuhito: "Ah..." "You... I didn't think you would say such a thing...!"

Mizuhito kisses his sister deeply.

They pressed their lips together deeply, entwined their tongues, panted, and ate each other's lips until they were out of breath.

They looked at each other passionately, embracing each other, and began to shake their bodies.

Mizuhito: "Haa, haa, ah, ah" "Ah, ah... amazing, I can't... ah..."

Yuriko: "Hmm, uh, ah, ah, brother, I want it... brother took it out and put it in me..."

Mizuhito: "Kuh, ha, ha, fu, uh..." "Ah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

He pushed up the back of Yuriko's knees and thrust violently against her hips.

Unbelievably, Yuriko felt her brother's shock deep inside and convulsed.

The deep and powerful thrust causes the vagina that is soaked in the throat to cramp and the uterus to contract violently.

Mizuhito: "Haa, ah, ah, nn, ku, haa" "Ah, ah, ah, already, I'm coming, coming, ah, ah..." "Haa, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Yuriko: "Hyaa, ah, ah... ah...!"

Mizuhito thrust something hot into Yuriko's innermost part, and she trembled.

Yuriko flew to an unprecedented climax. She felt, in the hazy corner of her consciousness, that she had received her brother's semen in her womb.

Mizuhito convulsed several times while burying the full length, and Mizuhito released everything into Yuriko's body.

Only their rough breathing shakes the air in the room.

While stroking her sweaty hair, Mizuhito looked at Yuriko lovingly and smiled.

Mizuhito: "...I am extremely happy right now..."

Yuriko: "Me too, brother..."

Yuriko rubbed her brother's cheek with a pout.

She will protect this person— for all eternity.

Naturally, such determination springs up in her heart. Her first acceptance of her brother's semen also seemed to bring out Yuriko's inner motherhood.

Mizuhito continued to caress Yuriko's hair lovingly.

Now and as in the past, with the same delicate fingertips.

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