novelraw Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Click— The door swung open, and in the thick darkness of the bedroom, it was as if a purple sun had suddenly risen.
Yan Huan, who'd been lying with his eyes open, snapped them shut the instant the door cracked and that watery violet light seeped in. He feigned sleep.
He gave Meow-chan's bottom a gentle pat, and the cat obligingly leapt off the bedside, melting into the shadows.
First through the gap came a purple phone screen, glowing like a beacon. A heartbeat later, the door inched wider, revealing the tall silhouette standing outside.
Ye Shiyu.
Of course. In this house, no one else would be twisted enough to launch a midnight raid.
But you're way too cunning, Ye Shiyu!
Sending the phone in first—if I were still awake, one glance at the door and boom, instant hypnosis. And she'd even anticipated I'd lock the door.
Tch.
She'd prepared way too thoroughly for this ambush.
Yan Huan had planned to fake sleep anyway—awake or not, once that door opened, he'd be getting hypnotized. Better to play possum than give himself away with a "I never knew my Shiyu sis was like this" face.
With her rotten personality, she'd probably apologize while cranking the hypnosis up another notch.
Meow-chan had shifted into an undetectable phantom state, crouched warily by Yan Huan's pillow, eyes fixed on Ye Shiyu.
After confirming Yan Huan seemed deeply asleep, Ye Shiyu finally lowered her phone. The violet glow winked out, leaving the room to moonlight and darkness once more.
Click.
Clack.
The door shut, the lock slid home.
She brought a suitcase, Meow-chan whispered in his mind, voice trembling. She's in pajamas!
A suitcase?
Yan Huan didn't need to open his eyes—Meow-chan was his second pair now.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
As sweat beaded on his forehead, wondering what horrors lurked in that suitcase, light footsteps approached.
She was coming.
Meow-chan, spooked by the oppressive darkness, ducked behind Yan Huan—even in phantom form.
Yan Huan's muscles tensed beneath the covers.
Thud~
The suitcase settled on the carpet.
Then the soft rustle of silk against skin.
A floral scent brushed his nose, her breath grazing his lashes as she knelt beside the bed.
"..."
After a pause, her voice drifted down like a feather:
"You look adorable when you sleep."
Meow-chan peeked out, then froze, eyes wide.
"Meow?!"
Before Yan Huan could ask what she'd seen, Ye Shiyu gave him the answer.
The Ye mansion's guest beds were massive; Yan Huan lay on his side in the center, leaving space by the edge.
Which meant...
The mattress dipped slightly. A cool breeze slipped in as the covers lifted at the corner.
Rustle~
Her delicate scent invaded his warm cocoon. The pillow beneath him shifted more dramatically, her breathing growing heavy as ocean waves.
Every sense screamed: Ye Shiyu was now in his bed.
"Meow-chan, she—"
"She's sleeping next to you, meow!"
"I know! But—"
While they conversed in his mind, Ye Shiyu lay beside him, studying his face.
The resealed covers felt like another world. The added warmth made Yan Huan flush.
"Sleeping so soundly... that's good."
In her thin nightgown, phone her only accessory, she whispered:
"Your body heat..."
"..."
"Strong muscles, rising and falling with each breath..."
"..."
"Cute and handsome."
Her cool fingers brushed his clothes under the covers.
"Probably think I'm just some cold, weird older sister... Sorry, Xiao Huan, for being so distant~"
"Because if you knew what I really felt, you'd be terrified, right?"
No—I'm terrified now, Shiyu sis!
I'd take your old coldness, even how you were when we first met, over this by a million times!
"But I don't know what else to do."
Her grip on his clothes tightened.
"I want your smile all to myself. Your gentleness... all of you. Everything, mine alone."
"I know it's wrong. Evil, even. Stupid, definitely. But..."
But?
"That's only true for normal people, right?"
Normal people.
Yan Huan's heart skipped.
Oh no—
Even with his eyes closed, a sudden violet glow seeped through his eyelids.
Bzzzt!!
Like a purple abyss, her phone's maw swallowed his consciousness.
One glance and you're hypnotized, even while sleeping?!
That familiar tingling spread through his body. His eyes cracked open involuntarily, revealing her serene face inches away.
She tucked the glowing phone away, cheeks flushed.
"With hypnosis, anything's possible... so it's not stupid."
She pushed up slightly. Black hair and nightgown strap slid from her pale shoulder like polished jade.
"Evil? Xiao Huan, even with dolls, I'm thorough. What's mine, I retrieve—no matter where it falls."
Sitting up fully, she straddled him, smiling faintly in the shadows.
"Our family's wealth, my talents—all of it will support you for life. You won't need to lift a finger."
"All relationships are mutual possession. Spouses demand loyalty, siblings demand support."
"So even if I completely possess you... you'll possess me too."
Ye Shiyu lowered her gaze to the dazed Yan Huan beneath her, cupping his cheeks with both hands.
"The stepsister who loves you most, your closest friend... and eventually, your most devoted wife.
"Whatever you like, we'll do. I'll satisfy every request, because we belong to each other."
Yan Huan stared in a trance at her lithe figure, skin as white as warm jade, a face so cold it could topple cities.
When she looked straight at him, eyes glazed with rapture, a faint pink stained her cheeks.
"Besides, I'm no demon. I won't lock away every scrap of freedom. As long as it's not too extreme, I'll do my best to give you what you want."
She knew, of course, that the hypnotized Yan Huan couldn't answer.
So she turned away, lifted the suitcase onto the bed, and popped the clasps.
"Once the trance lifts, every order I give will vanish. But the app says everything that happens will stay in your body's memory.
"So the pleasure I give you while you're under—your body will remember it, Xiao Huan."
In the hazy moonlight Yan Huan caught a glimpse of oils, vials, and cup-like toys neatly arranged inside.
Beside them lay a custom square stamp the size of a palm, and a camera with recording capability.
Ye Shiyu glanced at him, cheeks burning brighter.
"The movies say this will make you happy. I'm not ready to go all the way with you yet, Xiao Huan...
"But if we take it slowly, together..."
She bowed her head; black hair curtained her shy face like a moon-eclipsing flower.
"Either way, we have forty whole minutes this week. Let's take our time, okay, Xiao Huan?"
Her flawless face was inches away, her soft voice no longer the cold monotone from before. Instead, it sounded like a lullaby crooned to a child.
"Hum."
The moonlight chilled, sharpening every contour of her face.
As the heiress of Ye International, even the dust from her sleeve could feed a family for generations.
Car loans, mortgages—debts that had literally worked him to death in his last life—now seemed like smoke on the wind.
If you had money, you could buy anything, right?
Back then, overtime swallowed his days; the only "conversation" he had with women was handing off tasks to female colleagues—two gears grinding in a machine.
His social circle shrank to polished, distant beauties glowing on a screen.
But Ye Shiyu, bare-faced, unfiltered, was more stunning than any of them.
A girl like this, his wife?
Probably just a hallucination right before his last-life death.
Yet here she was—limitless wealth, breathtaking beauty.
All he had to do was surrender himself and become her possession.
Like that line everyone loved online:
"Shiyu sis, I don't want to work hard anymore."
The thought loosened Yan Huan's taut muscles. The moment he relaxed, the numbness from earlier spread until his whole body went limp.
His consciousness sank, dragged down by the sweetness in front of him.
A life without struggle... maybe not so bad?
[DEFEAT~]
[After you chose to obey Ye Shiyu, her hypnosis seized your body and mind, turning you into her property.]
[Obeying her commands, you cut contact with every female friend. Not satisfied, she later extended the ban to males, then even elders.]
[Eventually you dropped out of school and moved into her house, living together day and night.]
[She studied, worked, inherited everything from Ye Lan, and became a famous, fabulously wealthy entrepreneur.]
[She kept her promise, showering you with love.]
[In a private ceremony abroad, you married. Over the next decade you had many children.]
[But her possessiveness grew until she feared even your contact with your own kids.]
[On her orders you were confined to a spacious basement whose location only she knew.]
[You could surf the net, ask for anything—she'd provide it.]
[Yet she forbade all communication, even anonymous posts.]
[If discovered, punishment followed, then tearful apologies.]
[Lonely, you begged for a pet; after long thought she brought home a cat.]
[When the cameras caught you cuddling it, her rage flared; while you slept she carried the cat away and killed it in some unknown alley.]
[After that she refused every pet request. Only she could talk to you.]
[To keep you company she worked remotely, twenty-four hours of doting care.]
[In time you lost all ability to care for yourself, a bedridden wreck at her mercy.]
[And she... still loved you.]
[.]
[Bad End CG unlocked]
[Ending A: Slaves to Each Other]
[No effort, no hardship, no boredom, no thought—only each other, and that was enough.]
[.]
[GAME OVER]
[Return to save point?]
"Meow!!"
Beside him, Meow-chan saw the mosaic-blurred toy Ye Shiyu had produced and frantically batted Yan Huan's arm with a soft paw.
That tiny nudge snapped Yan Huan's vacant, hypnotized gaze into sudden focus.
He sucked in a breath, muscles locking tight, and swung an improvised counter-tool against the Modifier's effect.
"Yan Huan, are you okay, meow?!"
"I'm fine. I just saw the game-over montage flash past."
"Meow?!"
Keeping the dazed look on his face, he watched Ye Shiyu calibrate the camera and wondered where she'd learned all this.
A memory surfaced—fixing her computer while under hypnosis.
Ah, that's where.
His face darkened. He glanced at the wall clock.
The second hand crawled like never before; today Ye Shiyu had two full forty-minute sessions.
Without her command he couldn't move, so options were limited.
It's all on you, Meow-chan!
"Meow-chan. Auntie Ye's and Ye Shiyu's rooms are upstairs—fifteen meters, should be in range, right?"
"Hmm."
Meow-chan blinked, vanished, and reappeared seconds later.
"Covers part of their rooms, the hallway, and downstairs near the laundry and kitchen doors."
Only that much?
The mansion was too big; fifteen-meter radius sounded huge, but the bed near the balcony wasted half of it.
Still, no choice—forty minutes was out of the question.
He realized resistance depended on mental state. Once his guard slipped, the trance would take over.
Judging by the mosaic-covered items and the suspicious labels on the topical liquids, Ye Shiyu wasn't planning to waste a single second.
"Meow-chan, listen—"
Ye Shiyu had already set the camera on the nightstand.
With time running out, Yan Huan whispered urgent instructions.
While the cat licked a paw, wondering what to do, Ye Shiyu turned back, something in her hand.
"Rustle."
She climbed onto the bed again, gently grasped his wrist, and—like raising a dagger—lifted the object in her other hand high.
At the sight, Yan Huan hurriedly said to Meow-chan,
"Go! Meow-chan! I'm counting on you!!"
"Meow!"
Meow-chan gave a solemn nod, then vanished from the spot in an instant.
Clap!
The next second, a crisp sound rang out on Yan Huan's hand.
From the corner of his eye he glimpsed it—a red stamp had left its mark on his arm.
Ye Shiyu's cheeks were slightly flushed as she looked at Yan Huan and said softly,
"This is... a seal, Xiao Huan."
Seal.
Yan Huan froze for a moment. Beneath the slowly lifting red stamp, three Longguo characters appeared, etched into his soul like a delicious shiver:
"Ye Shiyu."
Yes, engraved on that seal was her very name.