What, what? Ian was startled and turned his head. Someone had lifted him. However, it was too dark to see the face.
“…Who–”
“Got you, Miss!”
“Well done, Philip!”
Hesitation.
Ian stiffened. The voice that followed was familiar.
A short figure approached. Though the silhouette was still dark, the faint shimmer of silver could be differentiated.
“Thank goodness Miss found Count Gerwer going outside the dorm. Otherwise, you might have fallen again like last time.”
“Uh, I wasn’t late this–”
“Tuariče?”
“Gasp.”
It was good to follow Ian when he saw him leaving the dorm.
Richè, walking spiritedly, halted at the sound of Ian calling her name. Her eyes met Ian’s, full of clarity.
‘Did she hear my voice…?’
She must have.
His mind went blank.
“……”
“Haha……”
Philip awkwardly smiled, looking at the Count standing before him.
I’m going to die. Definitely.
Those furious red eyes are foretelling my future. You, will die.
“Sorry for suddenly coming and… frightening you…”
In the middle of the night, an immature knight like me must have irritated you by coming to the Count’s room.
Did I not know that the Count, who hates being with others, does not even have a steward? The reason I sneaked into your room tonight is…
Excuses swirled in Philip’s head. He was preparing to spit it out as soon as Deon asks, ‘Why did you come?’
‘He isn’t even asking…’
Leaning against the wall, the silent Deon was speaking through his expression.
Leave. Or die.
Deep down, Philip wanted Deon’s recognition. Regretting relying on someone else from the Ludwik family yet again, he blurted out.
“Miss Richè, wants to–”
“Why.”
“Right…? You’re curious what the Miss said…?”
“What?”
“No, never mind!”
Damn mouth. Philip waved his hand, clearly stating his reason for coming.
“Miss wants to see you briefly.”
Philip led him to a garden quite far from the academy’s dormitory.
Why is she here at this time of night?
Deon frowned and questioned Philip.
“Is she alone?”
“Miss Richè?”
Obviously, he meant Richè. Philip sensed the icy gap between him and his lord deepen, and licked his lips.
“She’s not alone. She’s in the gazebo over there.”
“Brother! Over here!”
Riche waved her hand from the sofa in the garden.
And beside her sat Gerwer Ian Dwayne.
In a flash, Deon walked up and stood in front of Riche.
“What are you doing with Gerwer?”
“Hello.”
Gerwer meeting my younger sister in the middle of the night. Moreover, Riche was just a child.
Regardless of the circumstances, as her older brother, I had to say something, no, many things. Father would have done the same if he saw it.
“You—”
“Sis, can I sleep with Ian tonight?”
But at Riche’s following words, Deon was at a loss for words.
What is Riche saying to me now?
‘Sleep with Gerwer?’
Me?
I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t speak. Noticing this, Riche cautiously added an explanation.
“Ian has sleepwalking issues. Last time because of it, he fell into the lake. I’m worried it’ll happen again tonight.”
“……”
Just let him fall in.
Normally I would have said that, but Deon was mentally jumbled right now.
‘What the heck is going on?’
My sister, who was even pretending to have a sore throat to avoid talking to Ian Dwayne until this afternoon, has suddenly become so close to him that it’s annoying.
And how did she even know that Ian Dwayne fell into the lake last time?
“Gerwer, have you met my sister before?”
Deon changed the subject of the question.
Because it was obvious that my naive sister would agree to anything if Ian Dwayne acted pitiful.
The explanation has to come from this side.
“Ah, that is…”
Hesitating to answer, Ian Dwayne exchanged glances with Riche. So, they’ve met. Deon snapped his fingers. I’ve decided. I can’t leave Ian Dwayne be. At that moment, Riche grabbed Deon’s hand.
“Sis, is it okay if I sleep with Ian?”
“No.”
“I see.”
Riche obediently nodded at Deon’s refusal.
She never planned to insist because she thought it was an unreasonable request from the beginning. Deon dislikes people, so it can’t be helped. Quickly resigning, Riche said to Ian,
“Sorry, Ian. Looks like I’ll have to sneak into the girls’ dormitory as we discussed earlier.”
Deon turned his head sharply towards Riche. What does that even mean?
What’s even more absurd is that Ian Dwayne seemed to know what this nonsense meant.
“It’s okay. You can sleep in my room. I can tie myself to the bed.”
“I tried that last time and you untied yourself. Use Philip’s room. You can leave in the morning.”
Their conversation flowed seamlessly.
Bed, body, room, morning… Are you kidding me?
“Still…”
“Hey, Gerwer.”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
If it weren’t for Riche being here, I’d have used my powers on Ian Dwayne.
Annoyed, Deon called out to Ian.
So, you’re saying if I don’t take Ian Dwayne with me, he’ll go into Riche’s room? No way.
“Come with me.”
“What…?”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
