Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 228

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“What’s done is done. Please try to understand. If we leave him as he is, he’ll die. It’s obvious what will happen to a deposed Crown Prince in Largol.”
“Then why not take him in as an adopted son like Luke? There’s no need to make him your husband….”
“Even with nerves as thick as mine, I can’t make a son out of someone who’s done such things.”
“!”
Mother, you startled me!
Glen bolted upright, and the blanket fluttered dramatically around him. His eyes widened as his trembling hands gripped my shoulders.
“Th-th-th-those kinds of things…! You mean…! What exactly have you done! How far did you go!”
Glen’s face twisted with fear, then crumpled into anguish. Tears welled up in his eyes like a spring, his pupils distorting as they threatened to overflow. I found my husband’s rapidly shifting expressions utterly fascinating, and I naturally began unfastening the buttons along the side of my dress.
I’d deliberately worn something easy to remove, anticipating this moment.
“I’m too embarrassed to say it in words. Shall I show you instead?”
“Eh? Sh-show me? What do you….”
I straddled Glen and kissed him as much as I had with Lucilucil and Jin, then whispered to him in the space between our lips.
“First, I can confirm we’ve gone this far.”
I paused at the boundary of his buckle and smiled.
“Beyond here, it seems I’ve never even seen.”
In an instant, my body swayed backward as he tumbled over me. The man, looking desperate and flushed a deep crimson, pressed himself against me. In a voice thick with tears, he reproached me.
“You’re terrible. Rosalite, you’re truly a terrible person.”
As if that were anything new.
Glen was utterly endearing.
“Please, Rosalite, s-save me.”
“Now, stop crying. It seems like I’m tormenting you.”
“Tormenting me, that’s….”
He protested even as he continued. I asked the flushed man various things—what felt good, how it felt good, what he wanted me to do for him in the future, and as a bonus, whether he could forgive me about the Lucilucil matter.
The man answered frantically, telling me to handle the Lucilucil situation as I saw fit. After all, hadn’t I been doing as I pleased all this time? He said he’d permit a second and third if I’d only spare him.
In the end, Glen wept openly. I hadn’t intended to make him cry, but he struggled to pull away with hiccupping sounds. His resistance was weak, though, and I was able to spend the deep night soothing Glen gently.
I felt incredibly satisfied. After more than sixty years of forced chastity, I’d finally reached the end. This was it—a true rendezvous. At last, a true rendezvous. I held Glen, who had fainted at the climax, close and closed my eyes. Exhausted from exertion, sleep came easily.

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“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
My aching back, my sore limbs, every muscle screaming in protest!
I stretched languidly, groaning as I rose from bed. Morning had arrived. The sky glowed yellow. Despite this being my first time, I’d pushed myself far too hard—I felt as though I might collapse at any moment. Glen was still lost in dreams. My body felt sticky and my throat parched, so I hastily summoned the servants. The moment they entered, they shrieked with congratulations as though crying out in alarm.
Glen was still sleeping, so I gestured for them to be quiet. As I pressed my index finger to my lips with a soft shushing sound, the servants quickly clamped their mouths shut and moved with practiced efficiency.
They cleared away my clothes, swiftly brought me a glass of cold water, and announced that my bath was ready before guiding me along.
After being attended to and washing away the night’s exertion, I emerged to find Jack Brown—his hair disheveled as though he’d leapt from bed the moment I woke—clapping his hands with tears streaming down his face.
“Congratulations, Miss. I always knew you could do it.”
“Of course! When I decide to do something, I do it!”
“I see it now, Miss. You truly are an extraordinary person.”
Well, I suppose I played my part, but much of the credit belongs to Brown’s wisdom. As I praised Jack’s mother, he promised to relay my words to her, further flattering me. My shoulders rose with pride, and I cleared my throat with an affected cough before opening the door to Glen’s bedroom, where I’d spent the night.
Inside lay a freshly changed bed with clean linens, and upon it sat a freshly cleaned Glen, fully dressed. The man regarded me with swollen eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Ah… good morning.”
“Good morning indeed!”
Why was he acting so awkward? Weren’t we far more intimate than this last night?
Intending to boast about our affair to Jack, I plopped down beside Glen, but the man flinched and shifted away. As I pursued him, scooting closer, Glen eventually found himself cornered and raised his arm to stop me, asking me not to come any nearer.
“I apologize, it’s just… I keep remembering.”
Remembering?
As Glen squeezed his eyes shut, I suddenly recalled something and shifted my gaze. Quite vigorous this early in the morning, aren’t we? After a moment’s consideration, I made a firm decision and gestured toward Jack.
“Jack Brown.”
“Yes?”
“Get out.”
“Right away! Have a wonderful time!”
Perfect!
After a vigorous morning session with Glen, I was famished and sought out the dining hall. Glen was equally ravenous, and we devoured our meal hastily, abandoning all pretense of etiquette as we laughed at the sight of food smeared around each other’s mouths.
Over the following days, I made the most of my vacation at the Hofen Marquis Residence. While I was there, I made my rounds and met the locals, and Glen showed me the places of his childhood. Of course, we made use of his childhood bedroom, and we also took advantage of the grounds where he once played freely on two healthy legs. Indifferent to day or night, indoors or outdoors, we were so relentless that eventually even the household staff began to complain, with Jack even scolding us as though we were wild beasts.
Well, strictly speaking, humans are beasts too. At my protest, Jack threw up his hands in exasperation and departed for Rocksburg ahead of us. Glen and I arrived two days later.
Word of our affair had already spread, and everywhere we went, people offered their congratulations. Father and Mother even called Glen aside to thank him for his efforts. My office staff had prepared a congratulatory cake and were waiting, and Luke presented us both with bouquets.
Though it was a post-hoc report, our honeymoon plans had been cancelled due to our vacation in Hofen Territory. When I apologized for this, Glen simply laughed, saying he’d already anticipated it.
To have found a man who understood me so well—I truly was blessed beyond measure.

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I am deeply unfortunate. So unfortunate that I work under the scrutiny of the world’s most petty person and the third most petty person, and having barely carved out time to greet Lucilucil, I find myself stranded in a nearby hotel for the night due to worsening weather that has eliminated all ship departures—a misfortune rivaling that of Rosalite Rocksburg herself.
Beyond the rattling window, great avenue trees bent like bows in the wind. It was unjust. I could accept the reproachful glances from Glen, the third most petty person in the world, but receiving resentment from the most petty human of all was deeply unfair.
The completed Annex Building, Asterion’s residence, gleaming with gold leaf—surely that is not my fault. That it took such a form and appearance due to Duke Edanelli’s funding and design—how could that possibly be my responsibility? Of course, I anticipated that introducing a Largol-style palace into the Duke’s already discontented heart would have been quite a blow.
But what could be done about it? Where else should I have Lucilucil sleep? Continue keeping him in the Guest Room? He needs proper quarters, does he not? And I cannot very well have the three of us—myself, Lucilucil, and Glen—sharing a single room.
In any case, Father grew resentful that I was marring the beautiful aesthetics of the Duke’s Mansion, and whenever the opportunity arose, he would take tea time in front of the Largol-style palace construction site. William, Mother, and several regular visitors who were forced to attend these tea times would scold me whenever they saw me, saying it was all my fault. Most of them arrived looking like fried food coated in a delicate layer of sawdust, stone dust, and cement powder that swirled from the construction site.
Jack and I played Largol-style chess while I voiced my grievances. I had heard that this chess variant could be played with modified field configurations, but when that rascal Jack brought a three-tiered chess board field, I could do nothing but applaud his ingenuity. With height added to the flat board, the strategic possibilities expanded dramatically. One might call it three-dimensional chess.
The moment Jack proudly brought the chess board, I immediately registered the copyright and completed the trademark registration. I was consulting with Asterion on the detailed rules and discussing sales contracts with the Rocksburg Legal Team, but it seemed we could announce it to the public before the year ended. As for promotional expenses, with our proud Jack Brown being the most beautiful woman in Rocksburg for the next ten years, it was practically free.
I would simply have Ram Bart pose with Jack and hang a full-front advertisement at the Department Store—success was guaranteed.
How ironic, one might say. Will Brown, who scraped together money so desperately to become independent, is still being bled dry paying fines to the Royal Family, while Jack, who has no desire for wealth, has been steadily accumulating money since winning the Beauty Contest and now appears to be sitting on a fortune.
Truly… one never knows how life will unfold.
“For humanity’s sake, let us not touch our Luke, Luke!”
“That’s what I said—we should remove Luke before we started. But you wouldn’t listen.”
“However, without him, it feels incomplete somehow.”
That was true. The Luke chess piece was shaped like a chariot and was the most powerful piece aside from the Queen. It could move any distance in straight lines—forward, backward, left, or right.
If Luke’s biological mother chose his name drawing meaning from Largol chess, then surely his name carried this wish: that her child would become someone free to go anywhere he desired.
“Anyway, it’s getting late—aren’t you going to your room?”
“No, I am not.”
“Why?”
“Look outside. It’s eerie, is it not? Just like the day of the Crown Prince’s betrothal meeting.”
Hmm… what does that have to do with you laying out a thick mat on the floor beside my bed right now? When I posed that question, Jack blamed me again, cursing that I lacked delicacy and was insensitive.
“What happened on the island during the Crown Prince’s betrothal day?”
“Oh, various things. In the middle of the night, Rosalite Rocksburg’s ghost came visiting.”
“That’s it. You had a quasi-supernatural experience.”
“Mm… yes, I did.”
“Sleeping alone frightens me.”
I see. That was understandable. Thereupon, Jack stretched out the piano strings on his wristwatch, drawing a line on the floor, and warned me never to cross it.
“Since the Young Lady is a beast, I’m telling you in advance: if you cross this line, I will consider it an attack and report everything to Glen.”
“If you’re so worried about being attacked, why don’t you just go sleep in your own room?”
“I already told you—sleeping alone frightens me! What have you been listening to this whole time!”

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