I Became the Younger Brother of the Villainess

Stare…

Her rhythm was downright adorable.

“C-Could you stop staring? I can’t eat like this.”

Leticia finally surrendered. Smiling, I stood up, and she flinched, her fork frozen mid-air as her wide eyes followed my every movement nervously.

As I walked toward her, her trembling grew more pronounced. I couldn’t help but wonder what absurd scenario was running through her head.

“Leticia.”

“Y-Yes?” she stammered.

“Come to my room later tonight, okay?”

“…A-Alright.”

What’s with the sudden lisp?

I chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle her hair before turning to leave. She pouted but didn’t protest.

Leticia Tepes had come to a realization.

The once-fragile younger brother who had seemed so dependent on her had grown—enough to stand firmly on his own.

In just two short months, he had transformed.

Two months? Seriously? That’s too fast, she thought with a wry smile. Yet beneath the surface, there was something else—a pang of regret.

She had hoped he would rely on her just a little longer. She had wanted to remain his strong, dependable, and admired older sister—the one he could lean on whenever he needed.

It wasn’t until recently that she realized this longing was rooted in something deeper. Having spent so much of her life chasing after him, watching his back as he surged ahead, she’d developed an unconscious yearning—a tangled mess of admiration, insecurity, and affection.

When she finally acknowledged these feelings, they threatened to spiral out of control. The emotions—her pride, her self-doubt, and her growing fondness—created a chaotic storm within her.

It had been stressful, even suffocating at times.

But somehow, there was sweetness in it too.

Leticia understood one thing clearly, though: her brother wasn’t going to stay within her reach forever. He was growing, advancing, and moving forward in a way she couldn’t stop.

She sighed. Does it have to happen this quickly, though?

She had given everything in their match, hoping to secure a decisive victory and delay the inevitable. But in the end, she lost.

And it wasn’t even close.

How did he get so strong so fast? she wondered bitterly. At this rate, he would surpass even his former self within six months. The thought left a sour taste in her mouth. When that day came, would she once again find herself staring at his back, struggling to catch up?

Despite the ache in her chest, Leticia knew she couldn’t resent him. She didn’t want to be the kind of sister who held back someone she loved.

So, she let go of her lingering regrets. She resolved to be the best sister she could be—the kind who would support him no matter how far ahead he went. With that decision came an unexpected sense of relief.

She also found herself becoming a little more honest about her feelings.

Leticia admitted the truth to herself: she loved her brother—not in the way a sister loves her sibling, but in a way that went beyond those boundaries.

Still, she knew. To him, she was just his sister, bound by blood. That wouldn’t change.

He’s better off with someone like Daisy—or someone sweet and proper like that, she thought. The realization stung, but she accepted it. Surely, time would ease the pain.

Or so she believed.

But then, something strange happened.

Her brother started acting… oddly.

Out of nowhere, he scooped her up in a princess carry. Startled but unwilling to resist, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. If she’d already admitted to herself how she felt, why not savor the moment?

Yet as she rested against him, one thought kept creeping into her mind:

What’s gotten into him? Why is he acting like this?

Leticia had been stunned earlier—completely thrown off guard when her brother’s hand lingered boldly on her thigh. Shocked, she fled to the bathroom as her heart raced, confusion and excitement swirling inside her.

What was that? she wondered, clutching her chest as her heartbeat thundered. Her emotions were a chaotic mess—panic, embarrassment, and something else she didn’t want to name.

When she emerged from the shower, her brother’s face came unbidden to her mind. So did the sensation of his hand. The memory left her feeling strange, an unfamiliar warmth bubbling in her chest.

Did he do that on purpose? she wondered. Testing the waters, she deliberately wore a thin camisole and short shorts to dinner, her outfit chosen to draw his attention.

As expected, his gaze followed her with laser focus, lingering in a way that made her self-conscious. Flustered, she called a maid for a robe and draped it over her shoulders to cover herself.

But that wasn’t the end of it. He had the nerve to ask why she’d put on the robe, his tone probing.

From that moment, Leticia was completely off balance.

What’s gotten into him? Why is he acting like this? Her thoughts spiraled, bouncing between disbelief and… something else. Could he actually see me that way? No, that’s impossible… isn’t it?

Her confusion left her unable to enjoy the steak in front of her. She barely picked at it, her appetite vanishing with every glance he threw her way.

Even now, she couldn’t recall exactly how she had replied to his teasing. Had she scolded him? Dismissed him? She honestly had no idea.

And then there were his eyes. His gaze wasn’t casual or brotherly—it felt heavy, intense, almost predatory.

It wasn’t just unsettling. It was… exciting.

Her body betrayed her, heat pooling in ways she didn’t want to acknowledge. She threw on the robe to hide it, unwilling to let him see her so flustered.

As she sat at the table, her mind wandered to the past. She thought back to when her brother had been weaker, more dependent on her.

Back then, she’d convinced him to adopt a strict sleep schedule, insisting it was necessary to adjust to life at the academy. Once he was asleep, she had snuck into his room at night.

Her cheeks flushed as memories flooded back—his strong, calloused hands, his soft lips, his scent. That intoxicating, maddening scent that made her lose all reason.

Leticia could never forget. Even at his weakest, he had radiated an undeniable masculinity that overwhelmed her. It had reduced her to nothing more than a woman consumed by raw, primal instinct.

More than once, she had taken advantage of those quiet nights. She had indulged herself in ways she would never admit aloud. Did he know? Did he realize that they had shared their firsts together?

Those fleeting weeks, before Daisy arrived at the estate, had been the happiest of her life. Even now, the memory of them brought her comfort, despite the frustration of having to hold herself back since then.

But now, tonight—why had he asked her to come to his room?

She had resolved to let go, to move on. Yet the thought of him waiting for her in his room sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Her heart raced uncontrollably.

Leticia couldn’t help herself. She was, after all, hopelessly in love with her little brother.

I had spent countless hours agonizing over this.

It had been a month since I woke up in this world, inhabiting someone else’s life.

Was it really okay for me to act on these feelings for Leticia? Could I cross that line?

Even after deciding I wanted to, I hesitated. Leticia wasn’t just my sister in this world—she was my benefactor. She had saved me.

What if my feelings weren’t real? What if my so-called love was just a desperate attachment? A way to use her for my own survival?

No matter how justified my reasons might seem, wouldn’t that still be a betrayal of her trust?

Perhaps that was why I’d pursued Daisy so easily. Maybe I’d used her as a distraction, a way to escape the guilt I felt toward Leticia.

It had been effortless to justify being with Daisy. She wasn’t tied to my survival or my goals. It felt safer, cleaner. But deep down, I knew the truth.

I hated myself for it. For using Daisy to avoid my guilt over Leticia. For treating her as an outlet for feelings I couldn’t bring myself to confront. It wasn’t fair to her—or to me.

Day by day, I felt myself withering. Guilt weighed on me constantly—guilt toward Leticia, guilt toward Daisy, guilt toward myself. I was paralyzed, unable to move forward or turn back. Survival demanded that I press on, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was failing everyone around me.

I was caught in a web of indecision, trapped between my desires and my conscience. Unable to break free, I could only linger, unsure of how to move forward.

I met Christina.

Honestly, it wasn’t anything special. She’s a named character from the game, someone who could be useful if brought to my side. That was the extent of my thoughts—a mix of strategic planning and a desperate attempt to relieve the stress that had been suffocating me.

In the end, I got drunk. Or at least, I think I did. Maybe I wasn’t really drunk—maybe I just let my stress push me to a point where I could pretend I was. Either way, I let my guard down and spoke nonsense, using the facade of intoxication as an excuse.

And for the first time, I was honest. Not completely, but enough to let some of my true feelings slip out.

It was the first time I’d ever done that.

Christina accepted it. She listened, even comforted me. And in that moment, I thought, So this is why people are drawn to motherly characters.

She told me she was happy because of me. Her words caught me off guard. I hadn’t intended that at all—I had only seen her as a tool, someone to use to achieve my goals. But despite my selfish intentions, she said it was enough for her.

If that’s the case, then maybe Leticia would—

And Daisy, too—

…

No. Enough overthinking. Sitting here, spiraling into self-doubt, won’t change anything.

It’s time to stop rambling and make a decision.

I’m going to confess to Leticia.

Because no matter how much I try to rationalize or suppress it, one thing is undeniably clear:

I love Leticia Tepes.