Chapter 1

My brother, Christian, kept running off to his buddy Lucas's place every single day, complaining that his ass hurt and that he needed some "treatment."

I tagged along once—and that was when I found out what kind of "treatment" he was really getting. They were having sex. Yep, using his backside.

I tried to warn him. Told him that kind of stuff was supposed to be one-way only—and dangerous if he wasn't careful.

Sure, people talked about freedom in love, but my brother, he took "freedom" a little too far. And people around here weren't ready for that kind of love. That it could ruin everything for him—his job, his future, our family's reputation.

Eventually, he gave it up.

Later, he broke things off with his "buddy" and married this gorgeous rich girl our parents set him up with.

But on their wedding night, he actually begged her to use a little toy on him—back there.

She lost it. The whole thing blew up, and soon everyone knew.

Christian was humiliated. He blamed it all on me.

He broke my arms and legs, then threw me into a pit of snakes. "If you hadn't made me dump my boyfriend," he shouted, "I'd be the happiest man alive right now!

"I wouldn't be a damn joke!"

When I opened my eyes again, it was the day he first went to Lucas's place for that so-called treatment.

"Don't worry, Victoria," Christian said, all smiles. "Lucas's the best proctologist in town. Just a hemorrhoid flare-up—he's helping me out."

He tiptoed a little, rubbing his butt while talking, his face calm and elegant as ever.

But in my mind, I could still see the moment he shoved me into that snake pit. My back went cold with sweat.

It took me a while to steady my breath. "Uh… whatever makes you happy," I said quietly.

He smirked, pulled a small cylinder from his pocket, and slid it in his ass.

A long sigh escaped him, his face melting into this satisfied grin. He didn't even try to hide it anymore.

"Ah… you wouldn't get it," he said, half-laughing. "A man's kind of pleasure—it's different. When you get yourself a boyfriend, let him try it on you. You'll love it."

I just smiled faintly and said nothing.

He could talk that openly because he thought I'd never expose him—and because Lucas was the man I'd secretly loved since I was a kid.

The only person I ever told that to was Christian himself.

In my old life, on my eighteenth birthday, Christian even encouraged me to confess my feelings.

So I did. But when I showed up at Lucas's place, I saw him in bed—under my brother.

Christian's moans ripped through the air, straight into me.

I froze in the doorway, too stunned to move.

Then he looked up, eyes smug and gleaming, like he was saying, "See? The man you've loved for ten years—he loves me."

I cried the whole way home. Couldn't stop seeing them together, my brother under Lucas, begging for more.

I wanted to tell Mom. I really did. But when the words reached my lips, I swallowed them.

Dad died young. Mom raised us alone. She was old-fashioned, and there was no way she could've handled finding out her precious son was a gay.

And worse—that he was the bottom.

She'd been praying for a grandchild for years, waiting for Christian to get married and settle down. And now…

"Victoria, , I'm warning you—keep your mouth shut!" Christian cut me off on the way to school, looking every bit like the self-righteous wife. "Yesterday? We did it on purpose.

"Lucas went through all that trouble just to shake off a pathetic simp like you."

I hadn't slept all night. My brain felt foggy, numb.

Right then, all I wanted was to get away from him.

I took a deep breath, turned to leave—but he yanked me back. "Hey, loser, you're not gonna say anything?"

I rolled my eyes. "Doctor says the butthole's a one-way exit, genius. You keep playing that hard, one day you'll be too loose to hold your own crap in."

He froze, then immediately pulled out his phone to Google it.

When he found out I wasn't lying, he called Lucas right then and there—cussed him out, called him a liar, and dumped him on the spot.

Less than a month later, he married some rich beauty his coworker had introduced him to.

Didn't expect that to fix him, though.

On their wedding night, he pressed a rolling pin into his blushing bride's hands and begged—on his knees, voice husky— "Babe, slide it in. I need it."

She came from money—a spoiled rich girl who only married my brother because he looked clean, gentle, that tall fair-skinned type girls drool over.

Turned out she got herself a full-blown bottom instead.

She lost it. Went completely hysterical. Then she leaked a video online of my brother bent over, begging for it.

Overnight, he became the town joke, the walking punchline of every dirty story.

And who did he blame? Me. Said I ruined things between him and Lucas, that I'd do anything just to tear them apart.

To get revenge, he broke my arms and legs, threw me into a pit full of snakes—left me to die.

Thinking about it now still made my skin crawl.

But since we share the same blood, I wanted to try one last time to talk some sense into him. "Even if it's just for your hemorrhoids, maybe don't stick everything up there."

He suddenly blew up, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Lucas says I'm a natural. Says I'm silkier than chocolate melted on your tongue. Says my hole's a damn wonderland.

"What the hell would a dried-up virgin like you know, huh?!"