Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

After you abandoned the hypnosis app, your relationship with Yan Huan slowly returned to normal. With your mother's help, you began to treat your possessiveness with a calmer heart.

Throughout the three years of senior high, you always kept a proper distance from Yan Huan, accepting this poor younger brother who had never known family with love and affection.

In the end, he fully accepted you and your mother, melting into the family without the slightest barrier.

You grew closer and closer; he would tell you every interesting thing he saw, and you gradually became brighter, respecting his thoughts and his friendships.

Watching him flash that warm, sunny smile at you again and again, you started to believe that giving up the hypnosis app had been the right choice.

He told you, "You're the best big sister I've ever had." That's exactly how he introduced you to everyone he knew, including Sakuramiya Hitomi, the girl he seemed to get along with so well.

Hearing those words, you truly believed you were on the right track. Even without the hypnosis app, you would eventually possess him.

So you began a long wait.

So you watched, powerless, as Yan Huan and the petite Sakuramiya Hitomi grew closer and closer, telling yourself it was just his social life.

So you watched, powerless, as Yan Huan introduced you to her as his sister, as they entered a romantic relationship, telling yourself he was just practicing.

So you watched, powerless, as Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi walked down the aisle together, as she put on a beautiful wedding dress and exchanged vows with him in a kiss.

And you had to pretend to be happy while you watched them exchange rings?

You watched, powerless, as they traveled the world, madly in love, while you faced the children they brought into the world calling you "Auntie," taking care of them.

Only then did you finally understand: to him, you were nothing more than his "big sister."

Nothing more.

Defeat CG unlocked.

Ending A: Forever the Sister

He always saw you as family; you were the one who read too much into it, dummy.

Family is family, don't overthink it~

GAME OVER

Return to save point?

"Ye Shiyu's about to pop another fragment, meow!"

In Ye Shiyu's bedroom, Meow-chan glanced over and saw that the sight of Yan Huan's smile had shaken her resolve.

Crack-crack-crack—

Only Meow-chan could hear the phantom sound of something fracturing. Its eyes lit up with glee as it hurriedly warned Yan Huan.

So Ye Shiyu's this much of a lightweight, huh?

It hasn't even been that long and she's already going to explode three fragments in a row, meow!

At this rate, she'll be the first host to abandon the Modifier.

But just as Meow-chan opened its mouth to warn Yan Huan, the phone that had fallen to the floor suddenly flared to life on its own.

Boom—!

The gloomy sky overhead churned, lashed by night wind, until it could bear it no longer and erupted in jagged lightning.

Arcs of electricity twisted through the clouds, and moments later the rain came down in sheets.

Pitter-patter...

Gradually, Ye Shiyu woke from the nightmare, drew a deep breath, and her eyes regained their focus.

On the bedside table, the phone screen glowed with a deep-violet spiral, like a gaping maw lunging for Meow-chan.

"Meow!"

The sound of the Modifier fragment shattering cut off abruptly, and Meow-chan leapt in fright, landing on Yan Huan's shoulder.

Yan Huan blinked, not daring to look at the violet screen; he could only turn toward the growing storm outside.

Forgot to check the forecast...

Is it going to rain all night?

He looked away, then back at Ye Shiyu.

She was drenched in sweat, biting her lip, murmuring words he couldn't catch.

"D-don't call me auntie..."

"Hm? Shiyu sis, what did you say?"

When Yan Huan spoke, she finally seemed to surface from that horrific life-flash.

She blinked, seeing the still-young Yan Huan in front of her.

No Sakuramiya Hitomi flashing that hateful smile, no swarm of children calling her auntie.

Only then did Ye Shiyu let out a long breath.

"It—nothing, Xiao Huan."

She answered, then looked toward the rain growing heavier beyond the window and lowered her gaze.

"It's raining, Xiao Huan."

Hearing her suddenly soft voice, Yan Huan's glance toward the balcony froze.

"Yeah, the weather was fine earlier. Why the sudden downpour?"

"How are you getting home tonight?"

Yan Huan swallowed, turning to look at Ye Shiyu as she tilted her head.

Only then did he realize she was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown.

Boom—

The curtains whipped in the wild wind, and a flash of lightning—far harsher than gentle moonlight—lit up Ye Shiyu where she stood over him.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath. The bolt pierced the fabric, outlining every soft curve.

Yan Huan's pupils shrank.

Before he could look again, the light vanished, hiding that breathtaking sight in darkness.

His breathing hitched, as if the lightning had struck him, setting off a reaction he couldn't ignore.

"Shiyu sis, why don't you sit up first and we'll talk?"

"Sit up?"

Ye Shiyu froze. Just as she started to lower her head, another flash lit the room.

And in that instant she glimpsed how little she was wearing.

Her face flushed scarlet. She threw her right arm across her chest and her left hand between her thighs to block his view.

But that shy gesture was like jam on bread—only made it more enticing.

Even more suggestive.

"S-sorry, Xiao Huan."

She pressed her legs together, scrambled to her feet, and her toe accidentally brushed his hip.

Friction—like a match striking red phosphorus.

Boom—

Yan Huan sat up awkwardly, unable to stop his gaze from tracing the pale arch of her foot, the curve of her heel.

The damp scent of rain swept in, diluting the rich, sweet smell of Ye Shiyu's skin.

Was it really her natural scent?

Leftover body wash, skin-care, perfume?

Or just hormones doing their thing?

He swallowed and returned to the matter at hand.

"When the time comes, Shiyu sis, just lend me an umbrella and I'll call a cab."

Ye Shiyu switched on the light, and the room snapped into focus.

She looked back at him.

"Auntie Chen's a light sleeper; the front door would wake her. Mom's not home tonight. If you'd come in through the balcony it'd be hard to explain."

What?

Auntie Ye isn't home?!

Why didn't you say so earlier?!

Yan Huan's face stayed calm, but inside he heard a loud crack.

When he arrived, he'd figured that as long as Auntie Ye was here, Ye Shiyu wouldn't dare go overboard, so he'd come in without worry.

Now you tell me Auntie Ye's gone?

That's like walking straight into the tiger's den!

Only now did Yan Huan admire his own courage; he'd done something he never thought he'd dare.

Outwardly, he showed no fear. Instead, he turned the tables.

"If you hadn't been avoiding me for no reason, I wouldn't have had to."

She pressed her lips together, tightening her grip on her phone.

Beside her, Meow-chan panicked and whispered to Yan Huan,

"Stop poking the bear! Auntie Ye's gone and you're still this bold?! If she hypnotizes you now, no one will hear you scream!"

"D-don't panic, Meow-chan."

"You're the one panicking!"

Ignoring the cat on his shoulder, Yan Huan kept his eyes on Ye Shiyu. After a moment, she bit her lip, gaze flicking away.

"Xiao Huan... I messed up. I fought with Mom, so she took my electronics away..."

"Could you please stop asking about the details, Xiao Huan? Anyway, it's not your fault—I'm the one who's in the wrong."

She hadn't used any hypnosis; instead, she'd answered his questions as honestly as she could.

After speaking, she quickly changed the subject, looking toward the door. "Otherwise, why don't you sneak down to your room and sleep there?"

"But then how would I explain it to Auntie Chen tomorrow morning? Breaking into someone's room in the middle of the night sounds like something a pervert would do."

As she listened, Ye Shiyu's ears and entire face flushed red with embarrassment, clearly struck hard by Yan Huan's words.

Meow-chan beside them, staring at Ye Shiyu's tightly clenched phone, almost tearfully begged Yan Huan to stop talking. "Don't dig your own grave, meow!!"

Ye Shiyu turned her head, her small mouth slightly pouting as she looked at Yan Huan. "Then... then what should we do?"

Yan Huan glanced at the weather forecast on his phone and smiled slightly. "My phone says the rain won't last much longer. If you don't mind, I'll just wait here until it stops before leaving. Would that be okay, Sis Shiyu?"

"Mmm... alright."

Making Xiao Huan run back to the South District from Jinghe District this late would be too heartless, but the reasoning remained the same as always.

If she let Xiao Huan stay, she was afraid she might lose control again.

The bruises on her back from her mother's coat-hanger whippings still ached faintly, like a curse binding Ye Shiyu's actions.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time in Sis Shiyu's room, even if it's under these circumstances."

"Mmm. Because I usually do crafts in here, it might look a bit messy."

Yan Huan glanced around at the neatly arranged dolls in the wall cabinet, all seeming to stare at him, and couldn't help asking, "Sis Shiyu, with so many dolls watching you sleep, doesn't it feel creepy?"

Ye Shiyu sat back on the edge of the bed, shook her head, and asked in confusion, "Why would it?"

"Well... that's how it always goes in horror stories."

"Maybe it's because those dolls weren't made by those people, they're not their belongings, that's why they feel scary."

Ye Shiyu blinked, looking at Yan Huan. "Things that truly belong to you—you won't feel afraid of them."

"."

At her words, Yan Huan paused slightly, turning to look at Ye Shiyu.

She and the life-sized doll sitting on the chair beside her bed both stared at him expressionlessly.

"If that's the case, I'm really glad the doll I gave Sis Shiyu could be considered yours."

Ye Shiyu looked at the jellyfish plush on her bedside table and shook her head. "This doll... I didn't write my name on it, so... it's not mine yet."

"."

At this, Yan Huan didn't know how to respond.

Ye Shiyu had an incredible talent for effortlessly killing any conversation, something Yan Huan had experienced many times.

Seeing Yan Huan fall silent, Ye Shiyu realized she might have said something wrong again.

She opened her mouth, paused for a long time, then whispered, "But... having it here, I don't dislike it."

"That's wonderful then."

Yan Huan smiled helplessly, pulled over a stool, and sat a bit further away from her.

Ye Shiyu studied his expression, and seeing no change, finally relaxed.

With that relaxation came a yawn.

"Getting sleepy, Sis Shiyu?"

"No..."

"When I arrived, the lights in your room were already off. You were probably planning to sleep early today, right?"

"Mmm... I went to bed a bit earlier today."

"The rain should stop soon, then I'll leave."

At his words, Ye Shiyu glanced at him and proactively said, "Let's chat for a bit, then I won't feel sleepy."

Though not skilled at conversation, Ye Shiyu always tried her best to keep the topic going when with Yan Huan.

Yan Huan smiled slightly and asked, "Alright, Sis Shiyu, so why do you write your name on everything?"

Ye Shiyu paused, looking at him as she replied, "Because... I'm really afraid of losing them."

"Does writing your name prevent you from losing them?"

Yan Huan smiled helplessly, asking in return.

Ye Shiyu looked at him, silent for a long time before nodding.

"Pitter-patter~"

The rain outside continued, bringing in a slight chill, so Ye Shiyu lay on her side on the bed, pulling up some covers.

"When I was little, I lived in Tianjing with my mom. I remember my dad bought me some toys... one was a Barbie doll in beautiful clothes that I really loved."

"Our family wasn't well-off then, and both my parents were often away. When I came home from school, I'd talk to that doll."

Yan Huan quietly watched Ye Shiyu lying on her side, seeing her gaze absently wandering over the room full of dolls, as if searching for that childhood feeling.

But no matter what, she couldn't find any resemblance.

"Until one day, my dad made a mistake, and my mom did something terrible to him, so much so that he wanted to drive us out of the house."

"Mom didn't take any valuables, she only wanted me to leave with her."

"As we were leaving, Dad asked me whether I wanted to go with Mom or with him."

Yan Huan looked at her and said softly, "You chose Auntie Ye."

Ye Shiyu nodded, her expression calm. "I don't remember."

"I only remember that my dad was very angry, seemed very disappointed in me."

"So even when I wanted to take my favorite doll with me, he wouldn't allow it."

After a long silence, she spoke calmly again, "He snatched the doll from my hands... I remember crying, begging my dad to return the doll to me."

"But Dad said the doll didn't have my name on it, so it wasn't mine, and I couldn't take it."

"These were all very small things... I don't remember many details clearly. Only this sentence—I remember it to this day. So..."

Yan Huan quietly looked at Ye Shiyu lying on the bed, finally understanding why she always liked to write her name on her belongings.

Perhaps it was so that one day, when someone tried to take them from her, she could rightfully say, "This is mine, you can't take it away."

His eyes trembled slightly, sensing the heavy atmosphere in the room. Just as he was about to change the topic, Ye Shiyu spoke first.

"These are all things from long ago... Sorry for talking about this. Let's... let's talk about something else."

Seeing this, Yan Huan asked, "Alright, what else would you like to chat about, Sis Shiyu?"

"Mmm... that Vice President, Sakuramiya Hitomi... Xiao Huan, do you like her?"

"Li—"

Yan Huan, who had been smiling just moments ago, instinctively started to answer, but the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Meow-chan beside him immediately blinked and fearfully hid behind Yan Huan's neck, afraid that if Yan Huan's answer wasn't satisfactory, blood would be spilled.

No...

Why was she suddenly asking this?

"Sis Shiyu, this..."

Just as Yan Huan, sweating profusely, tried to find some room to maneuver in this critical situation...

He looked up and saw that Ye Shiyu on the bed had already closed her eyes at some point.

She lay peacefully on her side under the covers, her fair calves peeking out from the warm bedding, facing Yan Huan's direction.

Ye Shiyu seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Pitter-patter~"

The rain outside continued, but the thunder gradually subsided.

In the warm, lamp-lit bedroom, only Yan Huan sat staring blankly at Ye Shiyu's sleeping face on the bed.

After a long time, he finally whispered, "Good night, Sis Shiyu."

End of Chapter