Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 144

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With anxious anticipation, I waited for time to pass. Remarkably, before the workday ended, Rosalite finished her duties and dismissed us all with a wave. We exchanged celebratory high-fives, and I rose from my seat, thinking I might finally have a chance to speak with her. But Rosalite swept out of the Office with Leon, leaving me behind.
Strange—she never so much as glanced at Leon except during meals. What had changed?
“We’ve been waiting for you, Glen.”
Two red-haired figures with exhausted faces approached me. Luke and Janet explained they had handled my duties in my absence and cheerfully announced it was time for a pleasant handover.
I was trapped with them until evening. Luke, having dumped everything onto me, handed the calculator to Janet with an impossibly refreshed expression and returned to the Department Store.
But that calculator was a gift I’d ordered for Rosalite. Why was Luke using it and passing it to Janet?
“Well, I’ll be staying at the Mansion for a while longer. I look forward to working with you.”
That’s not my complaint. That calculator—I ordered it for Rosalite…
“Then I’ll take my leave. If you need anything, just come to the room next to Rosalite’s. I’m staying there.”
Why are you in the room next to Rosalite’s? I wanted to ask why she wasn’t using one of the many Guest Rooms available, but the woman left without waiting for a response. I tried to follow, limping, but Janet had vanished. Despite her high heels, she moved remarkably fast.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Glen.”
You were waiting for me too? When I’d asked why she wasn’t leaving, it seemed Violet had been waiting all along. The woman who emerged from the Maidservant Lounge held her skirt and bowed respectfully before me, then let out a deliberate cough.
“Shall we start with dinner? Or would you prefer a bath first? Or perhaps…” she trailed off with a suggestive laugh.
“….”
What was wrong with this woman? Her sinister laugh unsettled me, but prioritizing my hunger, I decided to eat first and headed toward the Dining Hall in the Main Building.
I encountered the Rocksburg Duke at the entrance to the Dining Hall. He welcomed me with overwhelming enthusiasm, embraced me, and his eyes even glistened with tears.
I… honestly, I would have preferred such a welcome from Rosalite rather than the Duke…
But I couldn’t show it, so I returned his warmth and dined alone with him. Rosalite and Leon were nowhere to be seen at dinner.
After the meal, Violet appeared from somewhere and rushed over, offering me a choice between a bath or… that laugh again. Since I didn’t understand what that laugh meant, I chose to bathe. The woman led me with a deflated expression.
The woman brought me to Rosalite’s Chamber.
“This is…?”
“Starting today, you’ll be sharing a room, won’t you? Oh, did I perhaps get the date wrong?”
“No! That’s right! Yes, today is the day we share a room!”
I stammered in confusion, and the woman covered her mouth with a knowing smile before opening the door.
Calm down. Even if we’re sharing a room, my partner is Rosalite, so nothing extraordinary would happen. She was the one who suggested we start as friends. Surely she’d arranged for two beds in her Chamber so we could each sleep soundly in our own.
I am not a fool.
I had anticipated this much. I had come to Rocksburg with all my expectations abandoned in Veloche. If there were two beds, I planned to push them together and confidently declare, “We’re husband and wife now—let’s at least hold hands!”
First, moving that large bed alone would be heavy labor, so I should stretch a bit.
“…?”
But strangely, there was only one bed in Rosalite’s Chamber. Why only one? Had they forgotten to bring another? Puzzled, I asked Violet why there was only one bed, and she tilted her head before answering.
“The Young Lady’s Chamber has always had only one bed.”
“But we’re sharing a room together…”
“Then it’s only right that there’s one.”
“…?”
What? What is this situation? Why is there only one bed?
“Well then, Glen, shall we prepare your bath?”
“…!”
No, no, why are you doing this!
Violet was trying to remove my outer coat, so I clutched my jacket tightly and stepped back.
“Why… why are you doing this?”
“You need to wash up. I’ll call more people to attend to you.”
Call more people? I was startled and said it wasn’t necessary, but the Unknown Woman tilted her head again in confusion.
“Alone, I won’t be able to time things properly until the Young Lady returns, and there are many things to prepare… Hup!”
Violet took a breath, then suddenly her eyes sparkled. I couldn’t understand what the woman was saying.
“Ah, I see! You’re quite the strategist, aren’t you? Rather than a prepared meal, it’s that, yes, with your own hands, yes, layer by layer, I understand now.”
No, I didn’t understand any of that, so why did you figure it out on your own?
The woman left me with instructions to call if needed, then abandoned me alone in Rosalite’s Chamber. …Being alone like this makes me nervous somehow. If I wait here, will Rosalite arrive?
Based on what Violet said, it seemed Rosalite would take some time to arrive, so I still had a moment to spare.
Then should I examine the bed for a moment? It looks like one piece at first glance, but there might be some device hidden to surprise me. Since Sage is good at making such things, maybe pressing a button somewhere would split the bed into two.
“…Nothing.”
There’s no split down the middle, and there don’t appear to be any hidden mechanisms. I searched the bed thoroughly with effort, but couldn’t find anything, so I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned my cane against it diagonally.
I don’t know. I never anticipated a situation like this. I understand nothing. I couldn’t see even a hint of Rosalite’s true intentions. In fact, was the cohabitation agreement I have just a product of my imagination? Or perhaps I simply failed to verify it properly, and something like an unfair treaty was written there instead? If not that, could it be that reading it vertically revealed it was an April Fool’s joke?
“Glen, are you there!”
“Ah!”
Thinking that Rosalite might do something like that, I was rummaging through my inner pocket to check the contract again when the door suddenly swung open.
Rosalite entered the room with confidence, looked me over from head to toe as I sat on the bed with satisfaction, then swiftly kicked off her shoes, threw off her coat, and pulled her stockings down with her toes.
Since I could see her bare legs in the process, I turned my head away thinking I shouldn’t look, but suddenly my body tilted. Rosalite, who had approached without warning, pushed me onto the bed, and while I was bewildered, my head sank into softness, but then Rosalite made a strange sound.
“Hehehehe, tonight I won’t let you sleep.”
This woman has definitely been corrupted by something wicked. I understood what Rosalite intended with those words, but I just felt a chill run down my spine. This isn’t right. If we proceed like this, it will become a lifelong regret for both of us.
“Wait, wait just a moment, Rosalite.”
“Tch, what’s with the resistance?”
I hate this!
I wanted to get up, but whether it was my position, the effect of gravity, or simply Rosalite’s overwhelming vigor, I couldn’t move an inch. My shoulders were pinned and aching, and as Rosalite was undoing my buttons one by one, she apparently lost patience and suddenly grabbed my shirt and tore it apart, causing me to cry out involuntarily.
“Nooo!”
“Be quiet! If someone sees, they’ll think I’m assaulting you!”
That’s exactly what’s happening!
I brushed away Rosalite’s hands and barely managed to grab the front of my shirt, my hands trembling terribly and tears threatening to spill. I truly never anticipated a situation like this. What on earth happened between her and Lucius that made her so bold?
“Rosalite, please stop…”
“…”
Wait, why did she suddenly stop? At my plea to stop, Rosalite paused for a moment, then furrowed her brow deeply. And in a grotesque manner, she twisted her lips upward and let out a bestial laugh—kehehehe—then in an instant, she undid my buckle, yanked my belt away and threw it. The speed at which her hands moved to undo my pants button was almost eerie.
I simply couldn’t endure this any longer.
“I told you to stop!”
“Kyaaaah!”
With all my strength, I pushed Rosalite away, and she tumbled from the bed, rolling across the floor. It seemed she’d hit her rear end hard, and I hurried to get up, but since my pants and shirt weren’t properly fastened, I awkwardly rose while holding my clothes at the top and bottom.
“A-are you alright?”
“What is the meaning of this!”
“…! That’s what I should be asking!”
Because Rosalite raised her voice, I too grew angry and shouted back, causing her to flinch and gauge my reaction.
Taking a deep breath to calm my bewilderment, I fastened the buttons of my undergarments and outer clothing securely, then patted the bed beside me.
“Please, sit. We need to talk.”
Rosalite continued to eye me cautiously before scurrying over and collapsing onto the bed beside me. Oh, Rosalite was absolutely adorable just then—no, that’s not the point.
“Where did you learn such behavior? And why, of all things, did you suddenly attack me like that?”
“Didn’t you suggest we consummate our marriage first?”
“That may be true, but didn’t you say we should start as friends?”
“That’s right. I did say that.”
“Then, if you truly considered me a friend, why did you push me onto the bed like that?”
“Friends can do such things too.”
“What kind of friend shares intimate relations!”
Rosalite covers her ears as if exasperated. But if you keep avoiding this now, how am I supposed to make you understand!
“There are friends with benefits in this world, aren’t there?”
“So, Rosalite—are you my friend with benefits?”
“No, that’s not quite it…”
“Was your interest in me purely physical?”
“Ha, what’s there to see in your body anyway.”
“…!”
“Ah, no, I misspoke. Your body is… yes, it’s a body in demand! A slender figure like yours—there are plenty of people who desire it, and they can’t get enough of… oh, blast it! That’s not what I meant at all!”
Rosalite, please just stop talking. Feeling utterly absurd, sorrowful, and pitiful, I buried my face in my hands. Rosalite then flustered about, retrieved a handkerchief from the drawer, and offered it to me.
“Please, don’t cry. It’s entirely my fault.”
“I’m not crying!”

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