I Will Protect My Brother - Chapter 152

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Side Story, Episode 2
‘I’ll wait a few more days. He seems too preoccupied adapting to his returning senses.’
There was no rush anyway, so it didn’t matter. Rosien Wynyak gently stroked the back of Kalien’s head as he buried his face against her chest.
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After smell and taste, touch was the next sense to return.
He could feel tactile sensations before, but now his sensitivity had become far more acute.
Consequently, Kalien’s frequency of touching Rosien Wynyak doubled compared to before.
“So soft, Rosy.”
“…I know. I know too. You’ve said it a thousand times, Older Brother.”
“Smooth and warm. I can’t stop my hands.”
Kalien caressed Rosien Wynyak’s forearm as if entranced. It wasn’t just her forearms—her chest, waist, belly, thighs, buttocks…. Every part of her body with flesh became a target for his exploration.
Kalien kneaded Rosien Wynyak like a child playing with textures. Even without deep physical contact, merely touching her excited him enough that his cheeks and earlobes flushed with warmth.
“Go ahead. Do it. Who else would you do this with but me?”
Eventually, Rosien Wynyak surrendered completely.
She no longer had the strength to push him away. After another week passed, strange symptoms began appearing in her body.
“I think we should stop the olfactory rehabilitation training now.”
Rosien Wynyak spoke with a weary expression, her plate still in hand.
They were in the middle of lunch. Kalien had seated Rosien Wynyak on his lap under the guise of training.
While she ate, he rested his chin on her shoulder and identified different food scents—or so the training was supposed to be. Of course, olfactory training was secondary; Kalien’s attention was entirely focused on caressing her entire body.
Kalien, who had been rubbing the space between Rosien Wynyak’s waist and belly, asked her a question.
“Are you feeling unwell, Rosy? You’re barely eating.”
“My stomach feels a bit….”
The chicken stew she had eaten eagerly until yesterday now made her feel nauseated. Rosien Wynyak hastily rinsed her mouth with water, but even that tasted fishy, causing her to flinch.
‘I think I’m going to be sick.’
Even after she had a Servant quickly clear the table, her stomach continued to churn. Sensing something amiss, Kalien turned Rosien Wynyak around on his lap.
“Princess, are you hurt somewhere? Should I call Railo?”
“No need. I already went to Railo last….”
Rosien Wynyak, who had been responding listlessly, suddenly fell silent.
She had already visited Railo, the greatest physician currently alive, last month. There, she had received unexpected yet delightful news.
The cause of her physical discomfort was clear, so now she only needed to explain it to Kalien.
“You haven’t overexerted yourself recently, so why is this happening? You slept well and woke up fine.”
Even as Kalien’s eyebrows drooped with concern, he continued to nibble on her earlobe. According to him, the sensation felt so good that he simply couldn’t stop.
‘If he keeps clinging to me like this, he might figure it out on his own without me saying anything….’
Despite her fatigue, she found the thought amusing. When Rosien Wynyak suddenly giggled, Kalien laughed along without understanding why.
For now, she would keep it a secret and wait a little longer. Rosien Wynyak closed her eyes with joy, her heart racing at the thought of her secret alone.
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Kalien had keen intuition.
He had already noticed that Rosien Wynyak was hiding something. It began from the day his senses started gradually returning.
Moreover, starting last week, whenever he subtly tried to slip his hand beneath her clothes, she firmly refused him.
“I don’t want to for a while. It’s better not to strain myself for some time.”
Kalien instinctively sensed a shift in her emotional state.
When it came to Rosien Wynyak, his imagination knew no bounds.
‘Has she had a change of heart? Does she despise me now?’
Could she have grown tired of me?
That was an exceedingly bleak possibility.
Kalien stood before the mirror and studied himself with growing unease, scrutinizing his muscular, freshly-bathed form with meticulous intensity.
No matter how he looked at it, his physical form was impeccable—crafted with devoted care according to Rosien Wynyak’s preferences. Yet Kalien found himself contemplating this seriously.
“It doesn’t seem to be that reason.”
Rosien Wynyak herself would know better than anyone that she could never abandon him, regardless of her reasons.
Until her soul was torn into a thousand, ten thousand fragments and could no longer cycle through the wheel of reincarnation, Rosien Wynyak belonged to him. It was unlikely she had grown to resent that now….
“Have I been too presumptuous?”
Kalien in the mirror splashed his face with water. Merely thinking of Rosien Wynyak set his body ablaze uncontrollably, his heart pounding so wildly he feared it might burst through his ribs.
He had become so human lately. He slept a solid three hours each day, and savored the fullness that his five senses—long forgotten—now provided.
Kalien’s world grew more vibrant with each passing day, a paradise that unfolded only in Rosien Wynyak’s presence.
Yet whether that paradise extended to Rosien Wynyak herself remained uncertain.
Kalien tied his robe and emerged from the Bathhouse. Rosien Wynyak lay slumped over the Vanity, dozing fitfully.
She had lost considerable weight in recent days—an inevitable consequence of barely eating.
When her energy waned, she apparently opened the Planetarium to bathe in starlight, but even so, humans required proper nutrition to sustain themselves.
Perhaps he should instruct the servants to prepare something different tomorrow. Organizing such thoughts, Kalien brushed her hair behind her ear.
“Rosy, let’s go to the Bed and sleep.”
She offered no response, already lost to slumber. Kalien carefully lifted her into his arms. The moment he took a step, he tilted his head in puzzlement.
Rosien Wynyak’s body felt different from usual—heavier by the weight of a single feather.
In truth, the difference was scarcely enough to warrant the word “heavier.” Yet Kalien possessed keen intuition, and regarding Rosien Wynyak, he knew everything down to the individual count of her hairs and downy strands. (He could certainly count her hair if he set his mind to it.)
It was not merely her weight that had changed. Something was distinctly different. Her scent, for instance.
The subtle fragrance emanating from her body had shifted in the past two weeks—deeper now, more comforting.
Kalien laid her upon the Bed and slipped beneath the covers beside her. Then, over her thin nightgown, he began to slowly explore her form.
From her neck and shoulders, along her arms to her hands and fingertips, across her delicate breasts and the graceful curve of her waist, down to her pelvis….
“….”
Kalien’s hand stilled at her waist. His fingers, which had paused motionless, slowly drifted toward the area near her navel.
As he traced a slow circle around her adorable navel, Rosien Wynyak’s shoulders tensed slightly.
“Mm….”
Kalien carefully lifted her nightgown without waking her, revealing pale, bare skin.
“…Nothing appears changed.”
Her slender abdomen remained as flat as ever, no different from what he had always observed. Yet Kalien’s intuition whispered to him.
That something within was transforming—something subtle, yet undeniable.
Kalien lacked expertise in human physiological changes.
He knew with certainty that something was shifting, yet he could not discern whether it boded well or ill.
“If it were something harmful, you wouldn’t hide it from me, would you, Rosien Wynyak?”
Should she fall ill or suffer internal injury, she would inform him immediately—she understood that. If such a calamity befell Rosien Wynyak, Kalien would unhesitatingly tear the Revival Crystal embedded in his heart from his chest. She bore the obligation to calm him before that worst-case scenario transpired.
The wise Rosien Wynyak surely understood that to live the ordinary, humble life she desired, she must harbor not the slightest secret from Kalien—for that was the only way to keep him docile and obedient.
If Rosien Wynyak was hiding something, it meant that whatever it was wouldn’t be an obstacle to their future together.
“…It should be fine.”
Kalien suppressed the lingering unease and kissed her.

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