novelraw Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Back in her room, Ye Shiyu's laptop glowed on the desk, open to a search-engine page.
In the search bar, in bright, blinking letters, was a single word:
"Hypnosis."
She cradled a steaming cup of milk and sat down, tapped Enter, and the definition appeared.
"Hypnosis: a trance-like state of focused attention, resembling sleep yet not sleep, induced by suggestion."
Ever since yesterday—after the experiment on Yan Huan—Ye Shiyu had been obsessed with the effect listed inside her phone.
She'd never really understood hypnosis before. The APP's description—"absolute obedience"—had been her only clue to how it might work.
But after some quick research, she realized the real-world version and the one in her APP were miles apart.
In fact, no documented technique could produce the results she'd seen.
Ye Shiyu glanced at her phone and opened the uncanny APP. A violet vortex spun, then displayed phantom text:
[Uses remaining this week: 1]
So why did you come here?
She wondered, scrolling down the page.
"Hypnosis Debunked: How the Term Has Been Twisted"
"Book a Hypnotherapy Session"
"Hypnosis—A Myth Wrapped in Jargon"
Everything else was thinly veiled porn, titles so lurid she didn't even blush—she just rolled her eyes.
Page two. Her cursor froze.
A line near the bottom flashed red:
"Women's Section: After Hypnosis, My Annoying Stepbrother Became My Personal—"
The keyword "hypnosis" pulsed scarlet.
Ye Shiyu's thumb paused on the scroll wheel. She leaned closer, dark eyes glittering with curiosity.
Dragging the stubborn mouse—its sensitivity was abysmal—she inched the pointer toward the title.
Click.
The screen flashed white. Pop-ups blossomed everywhere.
"Bookmark us: www.XXX.com"
"Royal Casino—888 free chips just for signing up!"
"Live dealers dealing live!"
Ye Shiyu's lips parted in dismay. She wrestled the cursor, closing each scammy window one by one.
A video player spun its loading icon. Beneath it: "Route 1."
Then—red warning banner.
"This page contains sensitive content. Continuing may expose you to data theft, trojans, and viruses."
Two buttons glowed below.
"Close now"
"Ignore risk and continue"
Vir—viruses?!
Ye Shiyu's finger darted for "Close," but the player finished buffering and began to play.
A woman's voice, low and intimate:
"My mother remarried. Her new husband brought a son—my stepbrother, a little younger than me."
"He's everything I'm not: top grades, gorgeous, cheerful."
"The moment he arrived, Mom and my stepdad only had eyes for him."
"Why can't you be more like your brother? You're the older sister—stop sulking. If you won't go out, I'll take your brother."
"I get it. Kids like him win adults over. Still... why do I hate him so much?"
"With that thought, I used it on him—on the brother I despise."
"I'll turn him into—"
Ye Shiyu's finger hovered. Images from the mall flooded back—Ye Lan exhausted from helping her, Yan Huan teasing her into a smile, Mom ruffling his hair, scolding yet grinning ear to ear.
Compared to him, I must look like a gloomy mess.
Mom says I'm fine as I am... but when she sees someone so normal, does she wish—
Does she look at him the way she used to look at me?
Her breathing quickened. The mouse drifted right, settling on the second button.
"Ignore risk—continue."
The warning vanished. Ads flapped like flags on every side of the screen, slowing the feed to a crawl.
Maybe the ads are throttling the connection?
Computer-novice Ye Shiyu reasoned.
She dragged the sluggish cursor toward the first ad, hunting for the tiny "×."
Two layers, outer and inner—one closed the window, the other was a trap leading to more spam.
Carefully, squinting, she clicked the real X. One ad down. Then two, three, four.
After a small victory dance, she turned back to the player.
Still spinning. "Stuttering? Try a different server."
Server?
Ye Shiyu blinked at the options—Route 1, Route 2.
Click—Route 2.
The page refreshed.
All four ads reappeared, bouncing cheerfully.
Her pink lower lip jutted in protest.
"My mother remarried..."
But the new route worked; the video finally buffered and began.
Fullscreen. Ye Shiyu's eyes widened.
The story unfolded—backstory, rising tension, set-piece confrontations—each scene flickering across her pupils like a door cracking open into another world.
Whenever the on-screen action grew heated, her cheeks flushed.
She glanced back—bedroom door safely shut—then grabbed her headphones and plugged them in.
Time slipped away. The story swallowed her whole.
At last the screen faded to black. The woman's voice returned, soft and final:
"In the end, I used hypnosis to turn him into a helpless boy who can only call me 'Older Sister.' He's mine now."
"Maybe it's just an excuse, but I keep telling myself the same lie."
"Hypnosis was invented for one reason: to fulfill my filthy wish."
"I know it's despicable, but I'm happy. That's enough."
"End."
Ye Shiyu stared, stunned.
That's... disgusting.
All I wanted was to make him leave—nothing more.
And the sister in the video did... that?
Still, the sight of the bright, handsome stepbrother reduced to such pitiful whimpers—
No. Stop. It's just fiction.
Ye Shiyu, all you need is to get him to go away.
That's all.
She leaned back in the chair, breathing shallow, a faint, unhealthy flush rising on pale cheeks.
Her throat felt dry.
She stood up, turned, and headed downstairs for water.
By the time a movie would have finished, the house was completely dark. Everyone had surely fallen asleep.
Ye Shiyu filled her glass at the first-floor water purifier and drank several cups until the burning heat inside her finally eased. She exhaled, then poured another glass and started upstairs.
Halfway up the staircase, her gaze drifted inevitably toward Yan Huan's room. The phone in her hand lit up on its own, casting a seductive violet glow. Ever since she'd started using that app, she'd become inseparable from her phone.
She hesitated for a moment on the stairs. Then, almost against her will, she began to move toward his room. She raised her hand to knock, but reconsidered—he was probably asleep by now. Instead, her fingers found the doorknob.
Strange thoughts were driving her to do strange things. Normally, she always knocked before entering anywhere; it was a habit she'd cultivated. But tonight, she wanted to walk right in.
Click.
The knob turned fully, but the door wouldn't budge. Inside, Yan Huan slept soundly while Meow-chan's eyes snapped open. In the darkness, the cat's emerald eyes gleamed.
"Meow~"
It called softly, but Yan Huan didn't stir. The door was locked; no matter how hard she pushed, it wouldn't open.
Ye Shiyu froze, water glass in hand. The realization hit her—she'd gotten carried away. She'd actually considered doing something like this?
She pressed her lips together, drained the cool water in one gulp, then slowly released the doorknob. Turning away, she climbed the rest of the stairs and returned to her room.
"Meow?"
Meow-chan blinked at the knob as it settled back into place, then nestled back against Yan Huan's chest. But the cat didn't close its eyes, just kept watching the door.