There’s a saying: “I could have endured the darkness, if I had not seen the light.”
If you were to ask Yan Huan how he felt at that mont, he would likely recount a tragic tale resembling "The Farr and the Snake."
Except, in this modernized version, it was "The Tech-Savvy Yan Huan and His Dutiful Sister Ye Shiyu."
The mont Yan Huan raised his head and saw the swirling purple vortex on Ye Shiyu’s phone screen, it felt as though his consciousness was being dragged into a deep abyss.
It was exactly the sa as the hypnosis he had experienced the previous Friday. After a brief loss of control, his body was overtaken by a tingling, numbing sensation—a bizarre purgatory.
Although he could still move freely, the discomfort was undeniable.
Behind his practiced smile, Yan Huan’s mind filled with question marks.
What the…?
What did I do to deserve this?
He had sacrificed his break to help fix her computer, and instead of gratitude, she hypnotized him without so much as a warning?
Where did she even pick up such bad habits? So Japanese ani?
Across from him, Ye Shiyu watched as the handso boy’s eyes lost their sparkle and his expression turned blank. Guilt washed over her.
She had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t use hypnosis on him again.
Yet here she was, doing it again.
But if she didn’t, and he saw what was in the browser… That would be worse than death.
The phone in her hand felt heavier as she bit her lip and lowered her gaze. In a trembling voice, she muttered,
“I’m sorry…”
But the boy in front of her, now trapped in her hypnotic influence, could not grasp her apology.
Just delete the browser history and end the hypnosis, Ye Shiyu told herself.
Hurriedly, she grabbed the laptop, using the touchpad to open the browser. But the virus-induced lag and her lack of computer skills made every action a struggle.
“Co on, hurry up. Chris is already waiting for us…”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
The faint voices of her classmates chatting outside the classroom sent her heart racing.
Thump… Thump…
She realized with a start that she was still in Yan Huan’s classroom.
In the past two days, Ye Shiyu had learned just how popular Yan Huan was at school. If one of his classmates saw him in this hypnotized state…
Her pupils shrank in panic as she frantically tried to speed up.
After what felt like an eternity, the cursor finally reached the browser icon. She clicked it open, revealing a colorful hopage and a series of search records.
“For Won:”
“Younger n, brother, siblings, hypnosis…”
Ever since Ye Shiyu had stumbled upon this “treasure trove” of a website on Saturday, it had opened the doors to a whole new world for her.
A girl who had never been interested in explicit movies or restricted content now found herself diving headfirst into the “For Won” section, unable to resist its allure.
She knew full well that these weren’t exactly “proper” things to watch, but…
The stories were just too captivating!
Particularly the ones about older won and their relationships with younger n. Every scenario made her heart race.
But here in the real world, staring at the search bar on the screen, she felt utterly mortified.
Her cheeks flushed as she reflexively tried to hide her face behind the laptop, even though the hypnotized Yan Huan was unlikely to judge her.
“I’m sorry… I’ll be done soon,” she whispered.
Yan Huan, for his part, had pieced together what was happening. Seeing Ye Shiyu’s flustered attempts to snatch the laptop and her frantic actions confird his suspicions.
The browser must have contained sothing that would cause her social death if seen.
Now that he thought about it, what would happen if police checked his browser history after his untily death in his past life?
If they discovered sothing incriminating, then handed it to his family as part of his “belongings”…
The very thought made him want to crawl back into his previous life and delete his own browsing history.
But what truly shocked him was the fact that Ye Shiyu of all people would be into such things.
What could she possibly be watching? So sort of puppet-building hobbyist forum?
No… Yan Huan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity.
His dazed eyes shifted slightly, observing Ye Shiyu’s flushed face as she hurriedly deleted the browser history.
Once the history was wiped clean and the browser closed, Ye Shiyu let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank goodness I made it in ti…
But wait—her earlier words echoed in her mind.
Did I really call him “Xiao Huan” just now?
She blinked, realizing that she had unconsciously used the affectionate nickna only her mother typically used for him.
Surprisingly, she didn’t dislike it.
It felt oddly fitting, like giving her favorite doll a cherished na.
“Xiao Huan…”
Her voice softened as she murmured the nickna again, almost savoring the way it felt.
But in front of her, Yan Huan’s blank eyes seed to react. He responded in an equally dazed voice,
“Sister Shiyu…”
“…”
Was he interpreting her words as commands under hypnosis?
That’s right. In this state, he would do whatever she said.
Ye Shiyu blinked, intending to put the laptop back and end the hypnosis. Her objective was complete, after all.
But as she looked up, her gaze fell on the obedient, stunning boy sitting across from her, awaiting her next words.
The classroom was utterly silent, save for the distant hum of the spring breeze outside. It was just the two of them in this mont.
Warm sunlight filtered through the window, heating the room to a pleasant temperature, like a gentle feather brushing against her skin, stirring sothing deep within.
The words “end hypnosis” were on the tip of her tongue, yet they refused to co out.
What if… I asked him to call
“sister”?
The kind of ambiguous, identity-blurring title used in the films she had watched recently.
The thought spread like an invisible fla, making the phone in her hand glow even brighter.
Just one command. She would hear him say it, and then end the hypnosis.
With her voice trembling ever so slightly, she gave the order,
“Xiao Huan, call … sister.”
Sister?
Hypnotized and still a bit confused, Yan Huan felt an itch in his throat. Compelled by the invisible force urging him to speak, he opened his mouth.
"…Sister."
As Yan Huan softly uttered the word she had longed to hear, Ye Shiyu’s pupils involuntarily contracted.
Her heartbeat quickened, the rhythm echoing in her ears:
Thump… thump… thump…
It was… perfect.
But while Yan Huan called her "sister," his gaze remained distant, his expression vacant. Though satisfying in its own way, it still wasn’t enough.
Just a little more.
One last command. After this, I’ll definitely end the hypnosis.
Resolving herself yet again, Ye Shiyu’s voice trembled as she spoke,
"Xiao Huan, could you look at … and with a smile, call
‘sister’?"
The command registered in Yan Huan’s subconscious, activating the muscles in his face. But as his practiced expression managent took over, it dissolved into sothing natural and seamless.
When he had first called her “sister,” a fleeting glimr of excitent had escaped Ye Shiyu’s composed facade, and Yan Huan had caught it.
Wait a second…
A realization struck him. Could it be… she’s into this kind of thing?
For a mont, he hesitated, before raising his eyes to et hers. Then, with a gentle smile, he softly said again,
“Sister.”
In the stillness of the classroom, under the golden glow of the midday sun, the boy seed to rge with the light itself.
The hypnosis-induced blankness of his eyes faded behind his vibrant smile, making it appear as though no hypnosis had occurred. His lively, radiant expression infused his utterance of “sister” with a warmth that bordered on intimacy.
Thump… thump… thump…
The scene felt straight out of a movie, urging Ye Shiyu to emulate the heroine and take the next step.
The darker corners of her mind seed to ooze onto the glowing purple screen of her phone, the swirling hues growing denser.
She blinked, her long lashes veiling her downward gaze. Her flowing black hair frad her reddening face, enhancing her soft, flushed complexion.
No, no…
I already said this would be the last command. I can’t go back on that.
Ye Shiyu’s face grew hotter as she clamped down on her own right hand with her left, stopping it from impulsively reaching toward Yan Huan.
Her conscience and her desires were at war, clashing in an internal boxing match.
One glance at her phone reminded her there were still nearly ten minutes left on the hypnosis tir. The temptation whispered: One more command couldn’t hurt, right?
But her conscience struck back: You’ve already given two commands. What more do you want? This is a classroom! He was just trying to help you fix your computer out of kindness. And it’s your fault it got infected in the first place!
Ye Shiyu, are you truly this despicable?
The ntal blow landed hard, and her conscience declared victory, standing triumphant over her defeated desires.
Or so it thought.
Her desires, seemingly unphased, unleashed a final, devastating counterattack.
But he’s hypnotized right now. Whatever you do, the app will erase his mory afterward. What’s the harm?
What?!
Her conscience faltered, the balance tipping again.
That’s right. As long as he doesn’t notice anything once he wakes up, it’ll be like nothing ever happened.
Now, only her trembling voice remained to signify her internal struggle. Finally, she gave in, her tone trembling with excitent rather than guilt.
“Xiao Huan…”
Her face was flushed, her grip tightening on her phone as she gave the command,
“Can you beco a little brother who absolutely adores his sister and… act spoiled with ?”
...???
Even in his hypnotized state, Yan Huan felt as though a heavy blow had struck his brain. His thoughts were filled with question marks.
Sister Shiyu, your preferences… they’re a bit… unique.
Siblings can’t just… no, wait, you’re the one holding a hypnosis app. Fine, you win.
Yet even his hypnotized side seed montarily stunned by the complexity of the request, unsure how to execute the command. It stalled, as though unable to compute how to embody a “little brother who adores his sister.”
After a few seconds, Yan Huan felt an uncomfortable itch in his throat, signaling the words about to spill from his mouth. Words that could lead straight to social suicide.
Are you serious?
She used the hypnosis app to avoid social death over her browser history, and now she’s trying to make
socially implode?
Yan Huan’s eyes darkened as he suppressed the cringe-inducing words threatening to escape. If he had to comply, he might as well take control of the situation.
He paused, smiled brightly, and suddenly reached out, grabbing Ye Shiyu’s hand.
Smack!
Her soft, cold hand was enveloped in his warm grasp, the contrast between their temperatures almost shocking.
“!!”
Ye Shiyu’s face instantly flushed deeper, her entire body stiffening. She had never experienced such direct contact with a boy before. Her first instinct was to pull away, but Yan Huan’s firm grip left her no chance.
“Xiao… Xiao Huan…”
Her voice quivered as she tried to muster a protest. But before she could, Yan Huan seized the mont and interrupted.
Raising his eyes to hers, he spoke with a warm, sincere tone,
“Sister.”
Her movents froze completely.
Her mind blanked as Yan Huan gently tugged her closer.
W-wait… this isn’t how you’re supposed to act spoiled!
Ye Shiyu’s thoughts were in disarray. The physical closeness was overwhelming, and she realized too late that her vague command had been misinterpreted.
The hypnotized Yan Huan was following her orders, but how he executed them was open to interpretation.
anwhile, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from outside the classroom, growing louder by the second.
No… no, this can’t happen!
Her heart pounded wildly, her attempts to break free futile. Overwheld, she even forgot she could simply command him to stop.
The heat in her cheeks mingled with the moisture at the corners of her eyes, leaving her uncertain if it stemd from embarrassnt, excitent, or sothing else entirely.
The way Yan Huan had said “sister” felt like a curse, binding her completely.
Watching her growing panic, Yan Huan internally sighed. She really has a talent for making dumb decisions when using that app.
Still, before he could ponder further, the voices outside beca clearer,
“Oh, it’s Bai Yi! She ca to school today!”
“That’s rare…”
Relief washed over Ye Shiyu as she realized the voices weren’t from A-Class students. Snapping back to her senses, she quickly issued the command,
“Xiao Huan, stop!”
Yan Huan’s movents ceased imdiately, and his grip on her hand loosened.
Ye Shiyu stepped back, her heart still racing. She glanced at Yan Huan, then at her own hand, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions.
If he really adored a sister… would he always act like this?
She bit her lip, her confusion growing as the muffled chatter outside contrasted with the eerie silence of the classroom.
“Where’d she go?”
“Soone saw Bai Yi heading into the teaching building…”
“False alarm!!”
“Damn it!”
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