I Became the Younger Brother of the Villainess

Chapter 15.1



Night had fallen.

By now, Leticia would usually have visited my room and left. It was the time I’d typically be preparing to sleep.

But tonight, I waited. Anticipation fluttered in my chest, a nervous energy that refused to settle. My eyes drifted to the preparations I’d made earlier. What had Daisy thought while moving those items into my room? Shaking my head, I tucked them into a drawer, saving them for later.

Knock, knock.

Then it came—a knock at the door, followed by a trembling voice.

“C-Can I come in?”

She didn’t wait for a reply. The door creaked open before I could say a word.

Leticia stepped inside, dressed in the same outfit I’d seen at dinner: a thin camisole that revealed her shoulders, collarbone, and even a hint of her stomach, paired with dolphin shorts that showcased her long, pale legs. The robe she’d nervously thrown on earlier was nowhere to be seen.

“…Why did you call me?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Her body, slender and delicate after overexerting her blood magic, seemed almost ethereal under the soft glow of the moonlight streaming into the room. Whether deliberate or not, her thigh flexed slightly as she moved, the motion drawing my attention.

She stopped a few steps away, maintaining a subtle distance. Unlike her usual confidence, she hesitated, lingering just out of reach and stealing nervous glances at me. Her unease was both endearing and a little amusing.

“Leticia,” I said softly.

“…Yes?”

My voice surprised even me—it was softer than I expected, warmer and more tender. Had I always been capable of speaking like this?

For so long, I’d felt like I was being chased, weighed down by an invisible pressure. My mind was restless, my heart gripped by constant anxiety. Even when I joked with Leticia, there had always been an edge to my tone, a sharpness born of stress.

Maybe no one else noticed it, but I had. I always had.

But now, my voice was different. It carried none of that tension. It was smooth, melodic—sweet, even.

Is this another strange vampire quirk? I wondered briefly.

“I have something to tell you,” I said.

“…Mm-hmm.”

“That’s not an answer. Come closer.”

“….”

She didn’t respond but stepped toward me anyway, her movements quick and light, before sitting on the bed with a soft thud.

Up close, her pale skin seemed to glow under the moonlight, almost luminous. Her platinum hair shimmered, catching the light like threads of silver.

Her red eyes quivered slightly, betraying her nervousness, and a delicate blush dusted her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, unable to stop myself.

“…Ugh. Is that what you called me here to say?” she huffed, turning her face away as if to hide her embarrassment.

“You’re really not going to let me finish, are you?” I teased with a gentle smile. “Just listen.”

When I spoke firmly, Leticia pressed her lips into a thin line, nodding quietly. Her head bobbed slightly, like a child being scolded.

Her body, once full and curvaceous, was now slender and lean—a result of overusing her blood magic. Yet, instead of diminishing her appeal, it stirred a deep, protective instinct within me.

I told her to listen carefully, but instead of speaking further, I let my gaze wander, taking in every inch of her.

No—I openly stared.

“… …”

Even under my blatant scrutiny, Leticia remained silent. Her lips stayed pressed shut, her composure admirable. Then, to my surprise, she closed her eyes and moved her arms—previously crossed over her chest—behind her back, almost as if to invite my gaze.

What a shameless, endearing sister.

“Hey,” I finally said, breaking the heavy silence.

“…Y-Yeah? Go ahead,” she replied, her voice quivering slightly.

After what must have felt like an eternity of teasing her with my gaze, I spoke. She nodded eagerly, clearly anticipating my words.

“I’ve thought a lot,” I began.

“About what?” she asked softly.

“About whether it’s okay for me to love you.”

“……”

The words hung in the air. She sharply inhaled, her breath catching in her throat. Hup.

It was clear she hadn’t expected me to say it so plainly. Her reaction was immediate—her pale skin flushed crimson, spreading across her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed shoulders. Embarrassment, confusion, and disbelief battled for dominance on her face.

Her camisole and dolphin shorts left most of her skin exposed, making the blush all the more visible. Watching the faint pink creep across her flawless skin was utterly captivating.

“There are things I can’t fully explain to you,” I continued, keeping my voice steady even as my heart raced. “But I have my reasons.”

“…O-Okay,” she stammered, still struggling to process my words.

“I’ve decided to make you mine.”

“Hi-Hiccup!” A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed by a startled hiccup as she flinched.

“But… I’m not sure if these feelings are truly mine.”

I lowered my head, searching for the right words. Was it okay to say this? Could I let her see the turmoil that had plagued me for so long?

Honesty was one thing, but laying myself bare like this was another. There was no guarantee my truth would lead to a happy ending. Still, I had resolved to be honest—at least about the part that mattered.

Some truths, however, would remain unsaid.

I’m not from this world. I come from a place where this world is just a game, and you… you’re just a character in it. How could I ever tell her that?

But none of that mattered anymore. Leticia wasn’t just a “character” to me. She was my Leticia—my sister, my family, and the person I loved most.

I had accepted myself as Scarlett Tepes. And in doing so, I had come to terms with the fact that Leticia wasn’t just a conquest or a target. She was the woman I loved.

Taking a deep breath, I continued.

“I was scared these feelings were selfish—driven by some twisted part of me that wanted to use you, to force my desires onto you without considering your feelings.”

Leticia, who had been flustered and shy moments ago, now sat completely still. Her expression grew serious as she listened intently, her red eyes locked onto mine.

There was no turning back now.

“I couldn’t tell if the one who loves you is the real me, or if it’s the me who sees you as a tool for survival.”

My voice faltered slightly, but I pressed on. She deserved to hear it all—the confusion, the guilt, the conflict. To hide this from her would be to undermine the bond we shared.

“Someone once told me,” I said, recalling Christina’s words, “that even if my intentions weren’t pure, the happiness I brought them was real.”

I lifted my head, meeting Leticia’s gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling slightly. Yet her eyes never wavered—they were locked on mine, focused, absorbing every word.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of my feelings began to lift.

“…The incident at Hailey Estate?”

Leticia’s trembling voice broke the silence. I nodded.

“Yes. That’s when I realized.”

You weren’t just a game character. This wasn’t just a game. For the longest time, the strange unreality of this world had clouded my judgment. I stumbled through it, unsure if I was living in a game or reality. But in that moment, everything became clear.

This wasn’t a world dictated by predetermined choices. It wasn’t a game bound by mechanics. It was a reality—one shaped by my words and actions.

And I had been a fool, letting the so-called game system dictate my every move, blind to what truly mattered.

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