(I’m sorry, Sister… It seems Primula has become quite a devious girl.)
As she tutored Rest, Primula Rosemary offered a silent apology to her beloved sister.
They had been together since birth; she knew Viola better than anyone.
Viola clung to Rest, pressing her bust against him with an air of effortless composure—or so she tried to appear. Primula saw right through her; her sister was actually panicking, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.
(Sister is truly serious about this... I expected her to wear a nightgown to rival me, but I never thought she’d take it this far.)
As she held Rest close, nuzzling her cheek against his, Primula felt the sheer weight of her sister’s determination.
Both Rosemary sisters were clad only in nightgowns.
While the garments they used as loungewear weren't overtly scandalous, they certainly weren't the sort of thing a girl should wear in front of a boy.
Surprisingly, it hadn't been the bold Viola who first decided to appear before Rest in such attire, but the supposedly introverted Primula.
(I’m not as beautiful as Sister, nor do I have her charisma... That’s why I have to work twice as hard to get Master Rest to notice me!)
Driven by her own insecurities, Primula had intentionally selected a more daring set of clothes.
The effect had been nothing short of spectacular.
Rest was reacting visibly to their outfits and the sensation of their breasts pressing against him.
(Oh, Master Rest, you’ve turned so red. How adorable...!)
Watching Rest flush a deep crimson all the way to his collar, Primula’s expression softened into one of pure doting affection, as if she were admiring a small, precious animal.
Primula had always been uncomfortable around men.
As a daughter of the Marquis, she possessed a fragile, ethereal beauty that drew constant attention at noble gatherings, though she was largely oblivious to her own charm. She had never felt anything but dread when those men approached her.
Even when she had encountered Cedric Ebern recently, she felt nothing but visceral disgust at the way he leered at her chest.
(And yet… why is it different with Master Rest?)
To her own surprise, she felt neither fear nor repulsion when it came to him.
The body she had once hated men staring at felt different under his gaze. If it was Rest looking, she didn't mind at all; in fact, the realization that he was noticing her filled her with a strange sense of pride.
It wasn't that she lacked modesty, but knowing the man she loved appreciated her beauty provided a rush of joy and a sense of superiority that far outweighed her embarrassment.
(My chest is just a little bit larger than Sister’s... I never imagined the day would come when I’d be grateful for that.)
Though the sisters had nearly identical features, Primula’s breasts were the one feature where she surpassed her sister. She had always been ashamed of that fact before, never happy.
(But from now on, this might be my greatest weapon. It’s likely the only way I can truly hold my own against her.)
"Ugh...!"
As she pulled Rest’s arm against her, enveloping it in her ample cleavage, he gave a sharp, startled twitch.
He really is so cute, Primula thought, her smile widening.
"Mmph...!"
Not to be outdone, Viola’s competitive fire flared as she clung tighter to Rest’s other side.
(Exactly what I expected from Sister... But I refuse to lose!)
For as long as Primula could remember, Viola had insisted she would marry only a man stronger than herself. She spoke of sacrificing her own heart for the sake of the Marquis House, as if her only purpose was the family's advancement.
Primula had always been proud of her sister’s resolve, even if it fueled her own insecurities, but she had also spent years worrying about Viola’s future happiness.
(I’m truly happy that Sister has finally found someone she can love. But even so, I will not yield Rest to her!)
What a cruel prank of fate, to have them both fall for the same man. Perhaps the old Primula would have stepped aside for the sake of her sister’s joy.
But now that she had tasted true love for herself, everything had changed.
(My sun-like sister marries the man I love, while I spend the rest of my life in the shadows, like the moon...)
Primula wasn't nearly selfless enough to smile and offer her blessing to such a future. She couldn't let him go. She wouldn't.
She couldn't envision a life ten or twenty years from now without Rest by her side. She couldn't marry anyone else. She refused to bear anyone else’s children.
With every passing moment, these desires intensified, a slow-burning fire that seared her heart.
(This is the first time... So this is what love feels like...)
She watched her sister deliver Rest's "Punishment" with a facade of confidence that barely masked her internal chaos.
Rest was precious to her, but so was Viola.
To love the same man was a misfortune, perhaps, but a part of her was also proud of the choice they had both made.
(I won't try to sneak around Sister. I love her just as much as I love Rest.)
She refused to betray her sister, but she refused to lose her love. There was only one path forward.
(I don’t mind being the Second Wife. In fact, sharing Master Rest might not be so bad. We could both bear his children and raise them together—it almost sounds wonderful.)
As she entertained thoughts that would likely cause Viola to faint from pure shock, Primula pressed the fullness of her breasts against Rest’s arm, her fingers trailing possessively over the body of the man she adored.