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Rosemary Marquis

Thus, Rest ended up staying at the Rosemary Marquis's residence.

He had lived as a commoner until he was ten, and after his mother passed away, he spent four years living in a stable.

Life at the marquis's house was unfamiliar, and he thought it might be a bit uncomfortable.

However, once he actually started living there, it felt quite cozy.

Maybe even too cozy...

"Rest-kun, is there anything you don't understand?"

"Rest-sama, you solve this problem like this!"

"......"

In a room that seemed a bit too much for a trainee servant, Rest was studying for exams, sandwiched between Viola and Primula.

Viola was on Rest's right, and Primula on his left. They were leaning in a bit too closely, peeking at his work.

Since they were inside the mansion, the two were dressed in what looked like loungewear.

Nightgowns... or maybe it would be more familiar to call them negligees?

The fabric of their clothes was a bit thin for being in front of a young man, matching their hair colors: Viola in yellow and Primula in light blue.

(What the... why are they teaching me while wearing such provocative clothes...?)

Rest was desperately trying to focus on the problems, but in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but be aware of the sisters.

But... this was the Rosemary Marquis's mansion. It was none of his business what the sisters wore. He had no right to comment.

(Speaking of which... I think I read somewhere in a manga that upper-class people feel nothing even when commoners see their skin... Does that mean I'm fine since I'm not conscious of it at all?)

"...Alright, I solved it."

"Yup, that's correct! As expected of Rest-kun! I want to reward you!"

"Rest-sama has a great memory! At this rate, you'll easily make it in time for the exam!"

"Ugh..."

The sisters snuggled closer to him.

A light floral scent wafted through the air. There were no shampoos or body washes in this world, so what was this smell?

What brushed against his arms was warm and soft. The thin fabric made it clear how curvy they were.

Rest wasn't so naive that he didn't understand what that sensation was.

His face naturally turned red, and his tongue stumbled over his words.

"Uh, um, Miss... well, you're right, uh...!"

"I'm not a miss. Call me Viola."

"It's Primula, Rest-sama♪"

"Ugh...!"

The two pressed their chests against him even more.

The soft, changing sensation of their chests was something he had only experienced with his mother in his past life.

(Could it be... that I'm here, dealing with such young girls...!)

Rest shivered, feeling a strange sensation run down his spine.

In his past life, Rest had died at seventeen.

The fourteen-year-old Rosemary sisters should look like middle schoolers to him.

However... everyone in this country had a Western appearance.

They say Japanese people look younger than others globally, but to Rest's eyes, the sisters looked like adult women, at least high schoolers.

(Considering my age in my past life, I'm practically an old man... and yet, I'm being toyed with by these girls...!)

"Rest-kun?"

"Rest-sama?"

"Ugh... Viola-sama, Primula-sama, you're too close. Please back off a bit...!"

"You don't need to call me 'sama'... but okay."

"Yes. I'll let it slide today."

The sisters giggled mischievously and stepped away from Rest.

The happy feeling faded, leaving him with a mix of relief and disappointment.

"Alright, let's move on to the next problem."

"This is an application of the previous problem. I believe you can solve it, Rest-sama."

"...I'll do my best."

(Concentrate... yes, focus on the problem! Don't think about the two of them!)

Rest tried to direct all his attention to the materials on the desk, ignoring the sisters.

(I'm a machine. Just a machine that solves problems with a blank mind. I don't know anything else. Solve, solve, solve... don't think. Feel! The sensation of their chests... no, not that!)

While internally scolding himself, Rest finished all the problems.

"I-I'm done..."

"Yes, good job."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Y-yes... thank you very much..."

Exhausted in many ways, Rest slumped into a daze.

The sisters were grading the problems while glancing at him... then they exclaimed in unison, "Ah!"

"Primula, there's a mistake here!"

"That's true, sister. And it's a basic error, too."

"Eh...!?"

When Rest hurriedly checked, there was indeed an incorrect answer among the problems.

It shouldn't have been a difficult question... the reason for the mistake was simply a lack of attention.

"Such a shame... I was going to give you a reward if you got them all right..."

"Yes... it's very disappointing..." 

The two of them spoke in unison, showing a slight sense of gloom.

"Is it... a reward...?"

I was really curious about what that meant. It felt a bit disappointing not to get a reward. At the same time, there was a sense of relief. It was a strange and indescribable feeling.

"I'm really sorry... Even though you both went out of your way to teach me. I'll be more careful so that this doesn't happen again..."

"Oh, then how about this, sis! Instead of a reward, how about we give him a 'punishment' instead?"

"Huh...?"

Primula said this as if it were a brilliant idea, her hands clasped together.

"That sounds great! Primula, you're onto something good!"

"Wait? What!? You two!?"

"You shouldn't resist. Stay still, Rest-kun."

"That's right. This is just a penalty for getting a simple problem wrong."

The two of them moved closer with delight on their faces. Once again, a soft pressure was pushed against Rest's arm.

"Yikes...!"

"Alright then, punishment time. Here we go...!"

"Rest-sama, please brace yourself...!"

"Eek!? What!?"

Rest let out a strange scream as the sisters began their punishment.

"Wow... Miss, that's a bit too bold..."

By the way, in the corner of the room, the maid accompanying the sisters stood with her face bright red. She thought it was inappropriate for young men and women to be in the same room, even if they were just studying... but being young and inexperienced, she was too weak to stop the sisters' actions.

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