"I'm sorry, Sister... it seems I've become a wicked girl," Primula Rosemary silently apologized to her beloved sister while teaching Rest some lessons.
She had known Viola for a long time, and when it came to her sister, there was nothing she couldn't see through. Viola, who was clinging to Rest with an air of confidence and pressing her chest against him, was internally anything but composed, as Primula could clearly tell. Viola was confused and flustered beneath her cool exterior.
"Sister is serious this time… I expected her to compete with me by wearing a negligee, but to go this far…"
As Primula rubbed her cheek against Rest, she acknowledged just how serious her sister was.
The Rosemary sisters were both dressed in negligees. Though they weren't overly revealing, they were not the type of clothing one would normally wear in front of a man. Surprisingly, it wasn't the assertive Viola who had first appeared in front of Rest in such an outfit, but the more introverted Primula.
"I'm not as beautiful or charming as Sister… That's why I have to work extra hard to get Rest-sama to notice me!"
With little confidence in herself, Primula had deliberately chosen a daring outfit. The effect was immediate—Rest's reaction to the sisters' appearance and the chest pressed against him was more than obvious.
"Rest-sama, you're blushing so cutely…!"
Seeing Rest's face turn completely red, Primula looked at him with the same expression one might use when adoring a small animal. She had always been uncomfortable around men. Being the daughter of a marquis, her fragile beauty often attracted attention at noble gatherings, but she had never felt anything but fear toward the men who approached her. Even when Cedric Everne recently ogled her chest, it had only filled her with disgust.
"Why, then, am I perfectly fine with Rest-sama?"
It was puzzling, but Primula felt no fear or discomfort around Rest. She didn't mind him looking at her chest, which she had always hated being stared at by others. On the contrary, it made her happy to be noticed by him. While she still felt some embarrassment, the joy of being admired by the man she loved overpowered her shyness.
"My chest is a little larger than Sister's… I never thought the day would come when this would be useful…"
Although their faces were quite similar, Primula had the larger bust of the two sisters. She had never been proud of this fact—if anything, she had found it a bit shameful.
"But now… this chest might be my only weapon. It's the one thing I have over Sister."
"Ugh…!"
As she embraced Rest's arm, wrapping it within her deep cleavage, he visibly trembled in response.
He's so adorable, Primula thought, deepening the smile on her lips.
"Hmph…!"
Viola, clearly fueled by competitiveness, clung to Rest more tightly.
"As expected of Sister… but I can't afford to lose!"
Viola had always claimed that she would marry a man stronger than herself, one who would bring benefits to the Rosemary family. She had spoken of sacrificing herself for the sake of their family's future. While Primula had admired her strong-willed sister, she had also felt a mix of inferiority and concern for her.
"I'm happy Sister has found someone she likes, but I can't give up Rest-san…!"
What a cruel twist of fate that both sisters had fallen for the same man. The old Primula might have stepped aside for her sister's happiness. But now, having experienced true love, her outlook had changed.
"The shining sun that is my sister… marrying the man I love, while I remain the moon, forever in her shadow…"
Primula wasn't mature enough to laugh and celebrate such a fate. She couldn't let Rest go. She couldn't give him up. She couldn't imagine anyone else by her side ten or twenty years from now. There was no one else she wanted to marry, no one else whose children she wanted to bear. These feelings only intensified with time, setting her heart ablaze.
"This is my first time feeling this way… So, this is love…"
Primula gazed at her sister, who, despite her composed facade, was clearly flustered as she playfully 'punished' Rest. She loved Rest. She loved Viola, too. Falling for the same man may have been unfortunate, but part of her was proud of it.
"I won't try to outsmart my sister. I love Rest-san, but I love Sister just as much."
She couldn't give him up, nor could she hurt her sister. So, there was only one path forward.
"I don't mind being the second wife. Perhaps we can welcome Rest-sama together. It could be fun to raise his children as a pair…"
As Primula indulged in such thoughts—thoughts that would undoubtedly cause Viola to faint from confusion—she pressed her ample chest against Rest's arm and ran her fingers across the body of the man she loved.