"Click~"
As the door creaked open, a deep purple glow pierced through the thick darkness of the bedroom, like a sudden sunrise in the night.
Lying in bed with his eyes open, Yan Huan quickly shut them the mont that eerie glow seeped in, pretending to be asleep.
He gave Miao-chan a light pat on the butt. Understanding the cue, Miao-chan leaped off the bed and swiftly disappeared into the shadows.
At the doorway, a glowing purple phone screen extended into the room first.
A second or two later, the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a tall silhouette standing outside.
It was Ye Shiyu.
Of course—it had to be her. In this house, no one else would be creepy enough to pull off a late-night ambush like this.
But seriously, Ye Shiyu, could you be any sneakier?
She actually stuck her phone in first, so that if he was still awake and happened to glance at the door, he'd get caught imdiately!
And on top of that, she even predicted that he’d lock the door...
Damn...
The level of preparation she put into ambushing him was insane.
Still, Yan Huan had already decided to play dead, because whether he was actually asleep or not, once that door opened, the hypnosis was inevitable.
On the other hand, if he reacted too soon—if he showed any signs of surprise, like a “Wow, I can’t believe you’re this kind of person, Sister Shiyu” kind of look—
Knowing Ye Shiyu’s twisted personality...
She’d probably just feel a little guilty for a second—before cranking up the hypnosis to an even higher level.
Miao-chan had now shifted into a completely imperceptible phantom state, lying low beside Yan Huan’s bed, watching Ye Shiyu warily.
Seeing that Yan Huan appeared to be deeply asleep, Ye Shiyu finally lowered her phone.
The eerie purple light vanished, and the room was once again cloaked in one part moonlight, nine parts darkness.
"Click..."
"Clack."
Then ca the sound of the door closing—and locking again.
Miao-chan tensed up, glancing at Ye Shiyu before whispering into Yan Huan’s mind,
"She’s wearing a nightgown... and she brought a suitcase with her!"
"A suitcase?"
Yan Huan didn’t need to open his eyes. At this mont, Miao-chan was his second pair of eyes.
"Tap...
"Tap...
"Tap..."
As beads of sweat ford on Yan Huan’s forehead, he grew increasingly anxious about what exactly was inside that suitcase.
And then—soft, deliberate footsteps approached.
Miao-chan, unnerved by the thick, oppressive darkness, ducked behind Yan Huan, even though it was currently in a ghost-like state and couldn't be seen.
Beneath the covers, Yan Huan’s muscles tensed slightly, his body instinctively on guard.
"Thud~"
In the silence, the suitcase was set down.
Then ca the faint rustle of fabric as her nightgown brushed against her skin.
"Hoo..."
A gentle floral scent filled the air, her soft breaths brushing against Yan Huan’s eyelashes at an almost intimate distance.
Ye Shiyu was squatting beside the bed, seemingly staring at his sleeping face.
...
After a mont of silence, her voice, as light as a feather, drifted into his ears.
"You look so cute when you sleep..."
Miao-chan, peeking out from behind Yan Huan, widened its cat eyes in shock.
"ow!?"
Yan Huan was just about to ask what it saw when Ye Shiyu gave him the answer herself.
The Ye family’s mansion was luxurious, and even the guest room beds were massive. Yan Huan was lying on his side in the center, leaving quite a bit of space near the edge.
So, in the next mont, he felt the mattress dip slightly under a new weight.
Then, a hand gently grasped the edge of his blanket and lifted it, allowing a wisp of cool air to slip inside...
"Rustle~"
Like a flower in bloom, the scent of her body seeped into the warmth of his covers, carried by the chill of the night.
The pillow beneath his head, like the mattress, sank deeper...
A warm breath, heavy like a rising tide, brushed against his skin...
Everything—the shifting weight, the scent, the breath—was telling Yan Huan one thing.
Ye Shiyu had climbed into bed beside him.
"Miao-chan, she..."
"She’s lying right next to you, ow!"
"I KNOW THAT! But—"
As Yan Huan frantically conversed with Miao-chan in his mind, he remained unaware that Ye Shiyu, now lying beside him, was quietly watching him.
Under the covers, the addition of another body made everything feel inexplicably warr.
"You sleep so soundly... That’s good..."
She was wearing a thin, silky nightgown. Other than her phone, she hadn’t brought anything else.
Gazing at Yan Huan’s face for a long mont, she murmured softly,
"Your body is so warm..."
...
"And strong... Even your breathing reacts when you sleep..."
...
"So cute... and handso..."
Under the covers, her cool fingertips lightly brushed against his clothing.
Lowering her eyes, she whispered,
"Maybe, in your eyes, I’m just a cold and distant weirdo, huh...?"
"I’m sorry, Xiao Huan, for always being so cold to you~"
"Because... if you ever realized how I really feel, you’d probably be terrified, right?"
No, Sister Shiyu—I'm already terrified.
I'd much prefer you being distant. Hell, I'd take us going back to when we first t over this, a thousand tis over!
"But... I really don’t know what else to do..."
Under the covers, the hand clutching his shirt tightened slightly.
"I want to monopolize your smile. I want to monopolize your kindness... I want to have all of you, only for myself..."
"I know... This kind of thinking is wrong. It’s selfish... Maybe even twisted. But..."
But?
"That’s only wrong... for normal people, right?"
Normal people...
Yan Huan’s heart skipped a beat. Sothing felt off.
Not good!!
Even with his eyes closed, he could still sense the sudden burst of purple light piercing through his eyelids.
"Buzzzz!!"
In an instant, a gaping abyss of violet light swallowed Yan Huan’s consciousness whole.
So, as long as his eyes registered the glow—even if he was already asleep—he would still fall under hypnosis?!
That familiar tingling sensation surged through his entire body. His tightly shut eyes, which he had kept closed to feign sleep, involuntarily fluttered open, revealing a dazed and unfocused gaze.
And what t his sight was a cold and elegant girl, lying in his arms beneath the covers.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed as she gently withdrew her glowing phone screen.
Facing the entranced young man before her, Ye Shiyu’s expression remained unchanged.
"As long as hypnosis makes it possible, then it’s not foolish at all..."
With that, she propped herself up slightly beneath the covers.
Her black hair, along with the strap of her nightgown, slipped off her fair shoulders, revealing a temptation as pure and flawless as jade.
"As for being evil... Xiao Huan, even when it cos to dolls, I’ve always been serious and responsible. Anything that belongs to , no matter where it’s lost—even to the ends of the earth—I will always retrieve it."
In the shadows, she turned her head and smiled faintly.
Then, without hesitation, she sat directly on top of Yan Huan, gazing down at him.
"Our family is wealthy. My mother praises my talent, and I work hard. Even if you put in no effort at all, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."
The boundless wealth of Ye International, the unparalleled talent of Ye Shiyu—at this mont, it all felt like an invisible force, gently lifting Yan Huan’s very soul.
"Besides, all relationships in this world are, at their core, about mutual possession. Husbands and wives demand loyalty from each other. Siblings expect support from one another..."
"So, even if I completely possess you, Xiao Huan, you will, in turn, possess
as well..."
Lowering her gaze, Ye Shiyu reached out and cupped Yan Huan’s cheeks in her hands, her cool fingertips caressing his skin.
"The sister who loves you most, the closest friend you have... and perhaps even... the most devoted wife..."
"However you want things to be, that’s how they’ll be... I’ll fulfill your every wish... because we belong to each other..."
Yan Huan stared blankly at her—at her slender, graceful figure, her flawless, snow-white skin, and her breathtakingly cold beauty...
He watched as Ye Shiyu gazed straight at him with hazy, intoxicated eyes, her cheeks tinged with pink.
"Besides, I’m not so kind of demon... I won’t take away all your freedom. As long as it’s not too much, whatever you want, I’ll do my best to satisfy you..."
Of course, Ye Shiyu knew that Yan Huan, under hypnosis, wouldn’t respond to her.
So, she turned away and pulled the suitcase onto the bed, unlocking the clasps.
"Even though all the commands I give will disappear after hypnosis ends, the app says that everything that happens during this ti will be imprinted into your subconscious."
"So, Xiao Huan... the pleasure I give you while you’re hypnotized—your body will rember it."
Hearing this, Yan Huan caught a glimpse of the contents inside the suitcase through the dim moonlight—various oils, dicinal liquids, and toy-like objects resembling cups.
And beyond all of that, there was a custom-made rectangular seal, about the size of a human palm.
Following that—a cara with recording capabilities.
Ye Shiyu looked at Yan Huan considerately, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.
"They say in movies that this kind of thing will make you feel happy... Although I’m not ready yet to take things that far with you, Xiao Huan..."
She lowered her head, her cascading black hair veiling her blushing face like a shy, delicate bloom.
"But if we slowly get used to it together..."
Her exquisite features were now re inches away.
Her voice, once cold and emotionless, had softened into sothing tender—like a lullaby ant to coax a child to sleep.
"Hummm..."
The moonlight cast a faint chill, illuminating her face with an ethereal glow.
The wealth of Ye International—just a fraction of it could keep a family prosperous for generations.
The debt from his past life—the mortgage, the car loan, all the endless overti that had driven him to death—felt like nothing more than fleeting smoke in the wind.
With money, couldn’t he buy whatever he wanted?
And back then, all he had known was endless work, overti, and the occasional exchange of words with female colleagues—re formalities, chanical interactions, like gears grinding together in a lifeless machine.
His social world had shrunk, until the only won he ever encountered were the glamorous, unattainable beauties on the internet, separated by miles of digital distance.
But Ye Shiyu—she didn’t need filters or makeup to be breathtaking.
To have a girl like her as his wife?
Wasn’t that the kind of fantasy he used to have right before he worked himself to death?
But right now, before his very eyes—
Wealth beyond asure. A beauty beyond compare.
Everything he had ever dread of, within reach.
All he had to do was surrender himself. Let go of his own will.
And beco hers.
Wasn’t this exactly like what people on the internet always said?
Sister Shiyu, I don’t want to struggle anymore.
With that thought, Yan Huan’s muscles—once tense and resistant—slowly began to relax.
And the mont he let go, his body—already tingling from the lack of circulation—began to lose all sensation entirely.
His consciousness, along with his numbing body, seed to be sinking...
Pulled down by the alluring dream before him.
Perhaps...
A life without struggle, without effort...
Wasn’t so bad after all?
【DEFEAT】
【The mont you chose to surrender to Ye Shiyu, her hypnosis fully took control of your body and mind, making you her possession.】
【Soon, under her orders, you severed all contact with your female friends. But that wasn’t enough—eventually, even your male friends and older relatives were cut off as well.】
【In the end, you dropped out of school and moved into Ye Shiyu’s house, living with her day and night.】
【She worked hard, eventually inheriting Ye Lan’s empire, becoming a renowned and imnsely wealthy businesswoman.】
【True to her word, she loved you deeply, never wavering in her affection.】
【In a foreign land, away from prying eyes, the two of you married, and over the next decade, you had many children together.】
【But as her possessiveness grew, she began to fear even your interactions with your own children.】
【Eventually, under her orders, you were confined to a spacious underground room—its location known only to her.】
【You could browse the internet, ask for anything, and she would provide.】
【But you were not allowed to communicate with anyone. Not even through anonymous posts.】
【If she ever discovered you trying—there would be severe punishnt, followed by her tearful apologies.】
【When you asked for a pet to keep you company, she hesitated for a long ti before finally agreeing to get you a cat.】
【But when she saw you interacting affectionately with it on the surveillance feed, her jealousy erupted. One night, while you slept, she took the cat away—disposing of it in so naless street corner.】
【From then on, she refused to let you have any pets. Your only companion was her.】
【To prevent your loneliness, she switched to working remotely, staying by your side 24/7, caring for you ticulously.】
【Over ti, you lost all ability to take care of yourself—reduced to a lifeless shell, bound to the bed, utterly at her rcy.】
【But still, she loved you.】
【……】
【Defeat CG Unlocked】
【Ending A: Mutual Slaves】
【No need for effort, no need for hardship, no need for boredom, no need for thought】
【As long as we have each other, that’s enough】
【……】
【GA OVER】
【Would you like to return to the save point?】
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"ow!!"
Beside him, Miao-chan’s fur bristled in horror as it watched Ye Shiyu pull out a collection of ominous-looking, heavily censored “toys.” Panicking, it used its soft paw pads to nudge the increasingly dazed Yan Huan.
That light push was all it took.
Yan Huan’s previously unfocused, hypnosis-clouded gaze suddenly sharpened, snapping back to clarity.
He took a deep breath, his muscles—once relaxed—imdiately tensed up again. Summoning every ounce of resistance he had, he fought back against the effects of Ye Shiyu’s modifier.
"Yan Huan, are you okay, ow?!"
"I’m fine… I just had a full-on montage of a defeat CG flash through my head just now..."
"ow?!"
Keeping his face expressionless—maintaining the facade of still being hypnotized—Yan Huan glanced at Ye Shiyu, who was busy adjusting her cara.
Where did she even learn all this…?
The mont that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly rembered—
That ti he helped her fix her computer… and ended up getting hypnotized.
Oh.
Yeah.
That’s where she learned it from.
His expression darkened. Turning slightly, he glanced at the clock on the wall.
The second hand’s movent had never felt so agonizingly slow.
Because today, Ye Shiyu had two full hypnosis attempts.
A total of forty minutes.
Without her command, he couldn’t move while hypnotized. His options were extrely limited.
That ant—he was counting on Miao-chan.
"Miao-chan… Ye Auntie and Ye Shiyu’s rooms are upstairs, right? About 15 ters away? Should be within range?"
"Uh…"
Miao-chan wasn’t sure. It blinked out of existence in an instant.
Seconds later, it reappeared beside Yan Huan, owing urgently.
"It should just barely cover Ye Shiyu’s and Ye Lan’s rooms upstairs, plus part of the hallway. Also, a bit of the downstairs laundry room entrance and kitchen doorway..."
That’s it, huh…
This mansion was just too damn big.
A 15-ter radius sounded like a lot, but since Yan Huan’s bed was closer to the balcony, half of that range was practically wasted.
But there was no choice.
He couldn’t afford to let Ye Shiyu have the full forty minutes.
He was beginning to realize that his resistance was directly tied to his ntal state.
The mont his will wavered—he’d be truly hypnotized.
And judging by the assortnt of… questionably censored objects she had pulled out, along with the sketchy labels on those external-use liquids…
She had no intention of wasting a single second of these forty minutes.
"Miao-chan, listen carefully. You—"
Across from him, Ye Shiyu had finished setting up the cara, placing it carefully on the nearby table.
Ti was running out.
Yan Huan quickly whispered a few instructions to Miao-chan.
As the tiny cat processed what it needed to do, its mouth slightly agape, Ye Shiyu had already turned back—carrying sothing in her hand.
"Rustle..."
She climbed back onto the bed, her delicate fingers gently wrapping around Yan Huan’s hand.
Then, in her other hand, she raised sothing high—
Like a knife poised for a decisive strike.
Seeing this, Yan Huan imdiately called out,
"Go! Miao-chan! It’s all on you!!"
"ow!"
Miao-chan nodded solemnly—then vanished in an instant.
And at that exact mont—
"Smack!"
A crisp sound echoed as sothing pressed against Yan Huan’s hand.
Glancing down from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a bright red imprint left on his arm.
Ye Shiyu, her face flushed, looked at him and whispered,
"This is... a mark, Xiao Huan..."
A mark...?
Yan Huan froze for a mont.
His gaze lowered—
And beneath the slowly lifting red ink, three distinct Chinese characters stood out.
Ye Shiyu.
Yes—
The stamp was engraved with her full na.
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