Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 145

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#Episode 22: Rosalite at Twenty-Three (1)

When I arrived at the office, Lily and Violet gave me a withering glare. Jack Brown shook his head at me, muttering that he’d never expected anything from me in the first place. At my desk, Will Brown had left a message addressed to me on some sort of elaborate three-dimensional paper craft stationery.

If you have any issues with sexual function, you should seek counseling therapy starting immediately.

I fed the admittedly beautiful three-dimensional paper craft into the automatic shredder and flung open the window.
“My libido is perfectly fine, you absolute idiot!”
I bellowed loud enough for the echo to ring through the entire building—Will certainly heard that. So that’s why they’d been treating me like garbage; they’d been gossiping about last night among themselves.
But that situation was absolutely not my fault. I’d signed the cohabitation agreement and resolved to give my absolute best effort, to approach the matter with complete sincerity, and the rendez-vous last night had actually gotten off to a promising start.
Well, you see, once I’d undone all the shirt buttons, his pale skin was exposed and his clothes were disheveled, but his hair was perfectly styled and his face was so neat and composed—except he was getting flushed, his neck and face turning mottled red, tears glistening in his eyes as he lay on the bed, and well! Ahem! Cough! What woman could see that and not be… unable to proceed!
It was a perfect rendez-vous! There was no other way to describe it!
So I decided to dazzle him with a spectacular night, proudly displaying the belt-removal technique I’d practiced diligently with Violet.
And I was rejected. On top of that, I was told we should just hold hands for a while.
I simply cannot fathom what goes on inside Glen’s head. I formally confessed my feelings, but he didn’t even answer and just left for Beloche Territory. Diana refuses to sign the cohabitation agreement unless she gets what she wants, so Peter’s been drooling in front of her like a madman, and I hurried to get her signature thinking maybe this was a green light, and I prepared thoroughly… but he doesn’t seem to have any such intentions at all.
Sigh, I never imagined this scenario. I’ve always been so beautiful and well-proportioned that I’ve never once doubted myself, but perhaps…
After pondering briefly, I turned to Janet and Leon, who were entering the office with cheerful expressions, and posed my question.
“You two.”
“Yes, Rosalite.”
“What is it, Sister?”
“Do I perhaps lack sexual appeal?”
“Not at all? If you just call on me, I could attend to you tonight itself, Rosalite.”
“Me too.”
“You crazy bastard, you’re not supposed to say that.”
“Who’s the crazy one, you insane woman?”
“You are, you. Crazy inhuman garbage, disgusting Asterion Rocksburg.”
“You’re one to talk, with that ugly mug and all that flab piling up, forty percent body fat Janet Edanelli.”
“Hey! How do you know my body fat percentage!”
“I can tell just by looking!”
“That’s perverted!”
I see. I should probably stop them from fighting. When the two of them had actually started pulling each other’s hair, I ordered them to cease, and Leon and Janet both responded with a spirited “Yes!” before taking their respective seats.
They both answer well and listen obediently.
Well then, according to what they said, I am generally and objectively a beautiful, sexually appealing mature woman—so why does Glen insist on just holding hands and sleeping?
Progress may be important and all, but… he’s certainly conservative.
As I clicked my tongue and spun around in my chair, Glen opened the door right on schedule and greeted me awkwardly.
I felt a bit uncomfortable too and fumbled through my greeting, when suddenly Janet stood up and approached me, linking her arm through mine.
“Rosalite, have I really gained that much weight?”
“Hah, don’t worry about it. Leon’s just teasing you. Janet simply has… well-defined curves, that’s all. The places that should be slender are quite trim.”
Besides, did she really have to thrust her chest forward like that while crossing her arms? Her hair was already redder and more vivid than Luke’s, her eyes more striking, her facial features more pronounced, her lips more richly colored—everything about her was intensely saturated, and now she was pressing it all against me without restraint. It was unbearably awkward.
Feeling embarrassed, I tried to slide my body sideways to create distance, but then Leon suddenly sprang to his feet and came to my side, taking my hand.
“Sister!”
“Yes, what is it?”
“May I touch your chest?”
“No.”
“Ugh!”
Why do these two keep pushing their chests against me! Fine, you’re lucky to be in your growth years! You’re like children brimming with future potential!
“You two, please, let’s get back to work.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, Sister!”
At least they respond well.
Barely freed from the two of them and rolling my shoulders, I felt an intensely cold gaze from Glen’s direction. Something felt off, but I had to check, so I carefully turned my head. The man was staring at me with narrowed eyes, his lips twisted into a grotesque expression, his face deeply furrowed with displeasure.
Sensing an avalanche of nagging about to pour forth, I grabbed Leon the moment the lunch bell rang and headed straight to Sage’s Magic Research Lab.

“Sister.”
“Yes?”
“Do we really have to do this every single day?”
“Of course we do.”
Think about what you did before. Of course you need daily training until it’s corrected.
I told Leon, who was forcing himself to link arms with me while rubbing his chest against mine, that it was disgusting, then trudged over to Sage.
It was around the 14th or 15th loop when Asterion’s memories were restored… Given how much he’d attempted suicide back then, I should be able to figure out which loop it was just from Leon’s explanation. Anyway, after his memories from around that time returned, there was quite an incident.
The corrupted Excalibur incident left him with a broken arm, and the shock of memory restoration caused Leon to suffer severe separation anxiety. He refused to be parted from me for even a moment, and if I disappeared from his sight for even a brief second, he’d wail and destroy everything around him.
Eventually, he even knocked out Jack, who had been assigned to protect me that day, crawled into my room, and with wild eyes declared in a tyrannical male lead style that he’d never let me leave because I couldn’t die—so I struck him with lightning roughly equivalent to a first-circle spell.
Leon collapsed reeking of burnt flesh, and afterward underwent corrective therapy so he could calm down even when separated from me.
Well, since this wasn’t exactly a proven treatment method, calling it a “corrective experiment” was more accurate.
“Ooh, my daughter’s disgusting yet adorable little brother has arrived!”
“Ugh!”
While I received magic lessons from Sage, Leon was confined to the attic at the very top of the Magic Research Lab, tethered by a leash, receiving electric shocks whenever he thrashed about.
Jack Brown was enlisted for this experiment, lured in with a new wire watch as bait, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the process.
Since Leon could cause significant damage if he activated his aura, Jack—who possessed a sickle that blocked auras—was brought in. Whenever Leon thrashed, Jack would press a button to deliver electric shocks, and he seemed to find the whole thing delightful; his laughter could be heard echoing down to the lower floors.
Really, you should exercise some restraint. Because of the ongoing experiment, Leon had reached the point where he’d grab his throat and silently scream whenever he merely felt static electricity. Since I stayed close to Sage, I was witnessing this conditioned reflex experiment firsthand.
“Oh my daughter, at this rate you’ll achieve third-circle soon?”
“Really?!”
“Focus.”
“Kyaaaah!”
Why does he have to use electric shocks when he could just say it with words! Ever since this man handed Glen a camera, he’s been treating me rather roughly. It’s almost like he’s protecting Glen even more because of it.
“You, you supposedly consummated the marriage, yet you slept holding only hands with your husband?”
“Has that already reached Papa’s ears?”
“Oh my, I wonder if I’ll live long enough to see my grandchildren before I pass.”
“There’s Luke, you know. Luke.”
“He’s adorable, certainly, but watching a child grow up is such a delight.”
He speaks as though he’s raised children before, yet he has none of his own.

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