I Don’t Trust My Twin Sister

If there is something like that, there will be no need for a sword in the future. It would be convenient because I wouldn’t have to bother cutting letters with a paper knife, and can I learn too? I looked at him expectantly and saw Ian with an embarrassed look on his face. Ugh, that doesn’t work.

 

“…okay. I won’t get you into trouble.”

 

“Sorry…”

 

“Ah! Try this! It’s really sweet. But, hey, there are grains in there, right? I could just scoop it up and put it in my mouth, but I don’t have a spoon? It’s okay, though! Hold the whole half like this and press it hard, and let the grains that pop out into your mouth. Put it right in! Then, oh O…!”

 

I closed my eyes tightly and opened them at the mysterious sweet yet sour taste.

 

“It’s delicious! You drink it too!”

 

Ian stared at her passion fruit and slowly moved it to her mouth. He seemed to think for a moment and then did exactly what I did. I shoved half of the passion fruit into my mouth, gulped, and swallowed it. What is that reaction? Is there anything that says you can’t eat it because it’s so hot? The man, who had been staring at me in anticipation but didn’t react at all, seemed bored and poured wine back into his glass.

 

“Let’s do it.”

 

“Wouldn’t it be better to stop drinking?”

 

“I haven’t had a drink yet. I’m telling you this out of anger because you seem to be constantly worrying, but I can drink the whole drink, so don’t worry. I’m not drunk at all. Are you?”

 

It just feels good. I was a little sad when we broke up yesterday, but now I’m drinking like this in my room… Smiling with satisfaction, I clinked my glass against his glass on the table and said, ‘Ta-da!’ He made a sound. I brought the wine to my mouth and took another sip. He blinked his eyes, dazed by the heat that enveloped his body once again. Then I smiled at Ian, who was looking at me.

 

“Do you like it?”

 

“…yes.”

 

Ian was a beat late, like someone who answered reluctantly. He was displeased with his attitude, but he was happy and accepted it. He got up from his seat and when I approached him, he looked at me with round eyes, which was quite cute. Ugh… Since I’m your older sister, even this dark guy looks cute. I patted Ian’s head, feeling once again the greatness of his years.

 

“You’re drinking well. Is Ian an adult now too?”

 

“…”

 

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at the frustrated man who gave him a compliment but wasted nothing. Rather than liking my sister’s touch, I just snorted. Ian lowered his head, raised it again, and then burst into laughter.

 

“Lawrence.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Are you an adult?”

 

“Well, I’m an adult. Even though I look like this, I’m older. I’m ten years older! What do you think? Do I look a little different?”

 

I put my hand near my collarbone and spoke in a calm and dignified voice.

 

“How do you look? Do you look a little older?”

 

He shook his head as he held me. No? I narrowed my eyes.

 

“You look like a drunk kid who drinks without knowing how much he can drink.”

 

“What do you mean? Do you think I look like I’m drunk? As I said before, I’m fine, I speak clearly and converse very normally. Look at how I walk. I walk in a straight line. They say you can’t walk in a straight line when you’re drunk, but I stagger around. It’s moving. It’s not me, it’s walking with the gait of an elegant lady.”

 

Ian chuckles, crosses his legs, rests his elbows on top of them, and lazily bobs his chin.

 

“Well then, miss, if you’re not drunk, then let’s finish talking about what we were talking about earlier.”

 

“What kind of story? Ah! About the children of the Marquis of Bepis? That’s right, that’s right, I was going to talk about that, but Ian kept taking things in a strange direction! Wrists and shoulders and alcohol and the like. Anyway, he’s an expert at changing the conversation.”

 

For a moment, an honorific popped out, but then the tone changed back to a more comfortable tone. You can’t do this, you’ll look like you’re going crazy. I wrote this because I wanted to see Ian being distracted and showing his weaknesses, not because I wanted to get drunk! I opened my mouth again, glaring at Ian with my eyes focused.

 

“Listen carefully, and I’ll repeat what I said earlier. If the Marquis of Bepis’s children are with the Pierrot clan, then what should we do with Berylte behind them, that bastard who really needs to be killed, Ian?”

 

Huh? What did I say? I blinked. Ian looked at me blankly. There was silence. Oops, did I make a mistake again? It seemed too late to collect the thoughts that naturally came out as I spoke. Ian looked at me quietly, raised the corner of his mouth, smiled softly, and held out his hand to me.

 

“Come on.”

 

It wasn’t any kind of puppy, but it slowly approached him. When I placed my hand on Ian’s palm, his large hand gently wrapped it around me. The size difference seemed to have doubled. It wasn’t a soft hand, but the skin didn’t sting when I touched it. His hard work could be seen in his moderately callused hands. Ian smiled softly and reached out his other hand to wrap around her waist and pull her body close to his. Naturally, it became a composition where I was looking down from slightly above. But my posture is a little embarrassing, what about this? Because of the ambiguous height difference, his breath touched my chest. He naturally pushed out his chest and his lower body curved. However, when he stretched out his lower body, his upper body leaned forward. Ian asked with a smile.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“…It’s a little uncomfortable.”

 

“Okay?”

 

The moment Ian got up from his seat with a light answer, I turned my eyes and found myself lying on a soft bed. When did I become able to use magic like this? When I turned my head, I saw Ian’s face looking down at me from above. A moderate weight pressed down on his body.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“I was just looking at you. I thought Lawrence was pretty even when she was drunk.”

 

“I said I wasn’t drunk.”

 

“Okay. Then I looked at Lawrence because I thought she was pretty again. Okay?”

 

‘That’s enough.’ What, I snorted.

 

“I’ve been pretty since I was little, right? Whenever I and Ercia…that damn girl walked around together, I was always praised for looking like a doll. But as time went by, I got so tired that I couldn’t take care of myself, and Ercia… I took advantage of a day like that. To treat the one and only Fibul like that… The worst thing is, if it weren’t for my younger sister, it wouldn’t be strange if we buried Beralt together in the near future.”

 

I felt the man’s gaze looking down at me from above and smiled.

 

“Ian thinks so too, right?”

 

“…yes?”

 

“In times like this, even if you don’t know, you have to say yes, and even if you don’t think so, you have to answer yes. If you do that, you can at least get a kiss, did you understand?”

 

“…kiss?”

 

I saw his twitching appearance and smiled.

 

“But Ian failed, so no kisses!”

 

Ian looked at me blankly. His eyes were moist as if he was asking if it was really not there. You can’t look at me with that kind of face that makes me weak. Think about the size difference between you and me. I should be grateful that the black man is not saying anything even though he is on top of me. How long does he plan on staying up there anyway? He was a little tired, perhaps because he had been drinking or because he had been walking around all day. I quickly fell into sleep. I held back the strength in his eyes that was about to weaken. I forced my eyelids shut, thinking that if I fell asleep like this, I would be labeled as drunk, but my eyelids felt heavier than anything else in the world.

 

“…nodid not fail.”

 

“Why?”

 

Ian smiled softly and answered. The voice was right in front of me, but it seemed like it was coming from far away. I wanted to catch that voice from far, far away, so I stretched out my hand and wrapped my arms around his neck.

 

“Don’t go anywhere.”

 

I can’t believe someone says they love me. However, I opened my heart to Ian, hoping for that slight possibility. With my hope that may be my last. arkness swept over his closed eyes, but his ears were open. A low laugh was heard.

 

“It’s not going anywhere. It’s crazy good at chasing after it.”

 

“…I will at least look after you.”

 

“That’s a dangerous statement. Do you know what I’m going to do?”

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

I smiled pleasantly. His voice made me feel good.

 

“For example, I could press the back of my hand to your lips while you can’t see anything.”

 

“Does not matter.”

 

“I could take your cheek.”

 

“That’s okay.”

 

“Your lips too.”

 

Lips? I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy. I thought about it for a while because it was a somewhat important issue, but it was more of an annoyance.

 

“…Do whatever you want.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I could come into your room every night and kiss you.”

 

Somehow, I burst out laughing. You come into my room every night and kiss me? I thought about it for a moment and it felt good. What could be better than seeing his face for the last time every day and falling asleep? Curiously, I’m just happy to see Ian’s face. Would he be happy to see me at the end of the day and fall asleep?

 

“What do you think? Is that acceptable?”

 

“I’m not young. Besides, the two of us are not at odds with each other.”

 

“Then?”

 

I opened my eyes slightly. His face looked blurry. My hands were still wrapped around his neck. I rolled my eyes and stared at his lips. The pupil was red, thick, and shiny. I closed my eyes again. Then, I applied strength to my hands and made his large upper body bend towards me. Eventually, a little more weight lifted from above. The same goes for the lips.  opened my eyes right away. As I slightly parted my lips, I saw the cute face of my lover who was fast asleep. It was very lovely. It was fun to see the angry look he showed for the first time. He spoke without knowing what he was saying or how he was walking. Even hand gestures and new facial expressions that were not normally shown. When I tilted my neck, my hair fell down. I felt like I needed to tie it all together. I knew she was lovely, but when she smiled and smiled so loudly, it felt like my heart would stop. When Laurencea stared intently at her papers with her black hair neatly laid to the side, she seemed to have an air that was inappropriate for her age. Then, suddenly, she rolled her eyes and picked up another document, and her hand looked strangely sexy. It was the first time that a working woman looked sexy, but it wasn’t easy to get that feeling from maiden, who had just become an adult. However, Laurencea skillfully handled an atmosphere that was inappropriate for her age. It’s like she’s an older woman than me.

 

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