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"Really, you're still so careless." Her movements were gentle, and her tone was indulgent.

But the instant her fingertips touched her collar, her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Yukino's shirt has a noticeable tug on the top button, and the threads are a bit loose.

How could my sister, who is always meticulous and a perfectionist, make such a mistake?

"Sister Yue/Yi Yi Wu Qi (Six) Go wash your hands first."

Yang Nai calmly withdrew her hand and walked towards the bathroom with a smile.

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom with a perfect smile on her face, but deep in her eyes was a cold and solemn look.

There were two different pairs of slippers in the bathroom.

Moreover, a very faint scent of shampoo, not belonging to Yukino, lingered in the air.

The mystery has been half solved.

"Yukino-chan, where did you put your clothes? I'll wash them for you."

Yang said in an unyielding tone.

Without waiting for Yukino's reply, she walked straight into the balcony where the laundry basket was placed.

A moment later, she came out carrying the underwear that Yukino had just changed out of, still warm from the girl's body. 4.1

She unfolded the small, pure white lace lingerie in her hands, as if she were merely checking for stains.

Then she saw it.

On that most intimate, most essential fabric, there was a tiny, barely perceptible, half-dry, damp mark.

Yang Nai's breathing stopped completely at this moment.

The smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling mix of shock, anger, and utter disbelief.

man……

Her pure and innocent, perfect sister who looked down on all men...

Did she really bring a man home?

Moreover, judging from these marks... they were definitely not just having tea and chatting!

That boy...

That boy with unfathomable, terrifyingly calm eyes!

Gu Chuan's image instantly flashed into Yang Nai's mind.

She gripped the bra tightly in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the force.

An unprecedented sense of crisis and anger exploded in her heart.

However, when she faced Yukino again, her face was once again adorned with that flawless, gentle, and warm smile.

"There's no problem. Yukino-chan's clothes are always so clean."

She said with a smile, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

"I can't let my sister be tainted by men of unknown origin."

"Absolutely not."

61 Eriri, who refuses to give up

The next day, Shuchiin Academy was as usual. The events of the previous night, like a secret guarded by the three of them, settled deep in their hearts.

During lunch break, in the student council room.

"Now that we both have secrets and a common enemy,"

Gu Chuan looked at the two girls, one practicing controlling the cold air and the other still feeling lingering fear about the "spiritual vision" ability, cleared his throat, and announced, "So, in order to make it easier for us to deal with these little troubles and to better keep secrets, I propose that we form a new club."

"A club?" Yukino and Fujiwara both looked up at the same time.

"Yes."

A mysterious smile appeared on Gu Chuan's face. "I've already thought of a name for the club. It will be called—Shuchiin Academy Paranormal Phenomena Research Club..."

He paused deliberately, and only when the two girls showed "understanding" expressions did he slowly add the second half of the sentence: "...also the Love Psychology Game Practice Department."

Yukino: "...I can understand the first half, but what is that psychological game of love in the second half?"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up: "Wow! Gambling! Are we going to play poker and Werewolf? I'm super good at those!"

Faced with their questions, Gu Chuan explained matter-of-factly, "Studying paranormal phenomena is to solve the physical problems of the world, while understanding the psychology of love is to solve the mental problems within our members. Only by combining the two can we be considered healthy. Alright, objections are invalid, unanimous vote passed, club established for the 15th year."

He made the decision directly, in an unquestionable tone.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the student council room.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a petite, beautiful girl with blonde twin ponytails walked in. She was wearing the Shuchiin school uniform, and her face showed a polite inquiry and a hint of anxiety. She was none other than the ace of the art club, and also a second-year student who was very famous in the school—Sawamura Spencer Eriri.

"Excuse me," Eriri said, her gaze sweeping around the room. She paused slightly when she saw that only Secretary Fujiwara and two other students she didn't know well were in the student council room.

She recognized Gu Chuan; he was a general affairs officer in the student council. He was quite famous on campus because of his outstanding appearance, and she would occasionally see him at student council meetings, but they didn't usually interact, so she didn't pay him any attention.

"Excuse me, are Shinomiya-san and Shirogane-sensei not here? I have some things I'd like to discuss with them about the school festival art exhibition."

"Ah! It's Eriri-san!"

Fujiwara Chika immediately greeted them warmly, "President and Kaguya-san took the afternoon off!"

Eriri's face showed a hint of disappointment. Just as she was about to explain her purpose in detail, her gaze was drawn to several scattered photos on the table.

As a top art student, she has an extraordinary sensitivity to images.

The composition and content of those photos... were just too strange. The image quality was extremely poor, as if they had been taken through frosted glass, showing only a distorted, blurry, and indescribable outline. But the chaos and malice overflowing from the image made even this artist, who had drawn countless monsters, feel a strange sense of unease.

"What is this?" she couldn't help but walk over and point at the photo. "Is it some kind of avant-garde photography? The composition and the subject matter... it really feels crazy."

"That one! That's a ghost!"

Before Gu Chuan and Yukino could stop her, Fujiwara Chika leaned closer with a mysterious look on her face and whispered, "It was taken by Chuan-kun, a super scary ghost!"

"ghost?!"

Eriri was taken aback at first, then scoffed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Huh? Secretary Fujiwara, are you kidding me? What era are we living in? You still believe in this kind of thing! How could I possibly believe in such a thing!"

She crossed her arms, striking a pose of shrewdness that seemed to see through everything, but her slightly perked-up ears and eyes gleaming with curiosity betrayed her true thoughts.

“We don’t just believe it, we’re also researching it.”

Gu Chuan calmly took over the conversation. He pointed to Yukino and Fujiwara beside him and said in the tone of introducing researchers, "By the way, we are the newly established Shuchiin Academy Paranormal Phenomenon Research and Love Psychology Game Practice Department, and these two are valuable members with firsthand experience and potential abilities. As for the photos on the table, they are our firsthand research data, initially classified as Level 3 abnormal phenomena."

"Of course, believe it or not."

Gu Chuan shrugged, picked up his tea, and said in an official, uncompromising tone, "However, since you've overheard our confidential information, we're afraid we can't help with the art exhibition you mentioned for the time being. As you've seen, the Student Council's Special Operations Department has more urgent matters to attend to. We need to prioritize analyzing these potential pollutants that could threaten the safety of all faculty and students, ensuring their containment before they cause widespread cognitive harm. In comparison, while the venue application and budget approval for the school festival are important to campus life, their priority has to be postponed. So, you should wait until Kaguya or President Shirogane returns before discussing it further."

He spoke with such conviction that it was as if researching what ghosts were was a matter of national importance and an urgent official duty, while Eriri's art exhibition application was considered an inappropriate trivial matter.

"you--!"

Eriri was speechless for a long time after hearing his words.

What do you mean you don't have time to deal with miscellaneous matters?! What do you mean by "Special Operations Section"?! The school festival art exhibition is a key project of the student council, okay?! Are you trying to fob me off with such an absurd excuse?

A surge of pride welled up inside me.

"Okay!"

She straightened her back, a fierce challenge burning in her azure eyes. "You say there are ghosts? I don't believe it! Unless... unless you let me see it with my own eyes! Otherwise, I absolutely do not believe that you are researching monsters, but are just slacking off!"

As a seasoned otaku, she has fantasized countless times about a world of swords and magic, superpowers and urban legends.

Now, a seemingly real opportunity has presented itself to her, and her curiosity has long since overcome her reason.

"Let you see it with your own eyes?"

Gu Chuan wore a troubled expression, as if to say, "This is not a good situation." "Those things are dangerous, and it's not something you can just see whenever you want..."

"少鸸JX祁_翏韭=壹山扒卄/ 」?々啰嗦！ "

Eriri interrupted him, "Don't you have evidence? Show it to me! If you can't, you're lying!"

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you."

Gu Chuan sighed helplessly and pointed to the photo on the table.

"You've already seen the photos. If you're willing to risk seeing them, there are ways."

Gu Chuan explained, "Their existence is similar to a certain '897' concept, so if you can accurately depict its true form, you'll probably be able to see the real ghosts. Of course, this is also very helpful for us to analyze its structure and weaknesses. So, Sawamura-kun, are you confident?"

"Hmph! It's just drawing this kind of messy stuff, what's so difficult about that!"

Eriri, spurred on by his words, instantly felt her pride as the genius artist "Eri Kashiwagi" surge through her. "Send me the photo! I'll draw it for you tonight! I'll show you what real professionalism is!"

She confidently took out her phone and exchanged contact information with Gu Chuan.

"Done!" Eriri waved her phone triumphantly after receiving the photo, as if she had already won. "I'm off now, wait for my good news!"

After saying that, she left the student council room with her head held high, like a proud little peacock.

Watching her departing figure, Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't help but show a hint of worry on her face.

"Is it really okay to let her go through that kind of thing alone? She's just an ordinary person..."

Fujiwara Chika nodded like a chick pecking at rice; she knew better than anyone how terrifying those monsters were.

“Q*卄U《#-N1?7锍仪僘?;'尔酒児?放心.

Gu Chuan's face once again revealed that inscrutable smile. He sat back on the sofa and leisurely picked up his black tea.

"She'll be alright."

He paused, looking at the two still worried girls, a hint of a hunter's amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Moreover, this is a good opportunity to test the aggressiveness and strength of those little cuties."

"It also provides our new members with a memorable practical lesson."

62 paintings that came back to life

Late that night, the Sawamura family's enormous, castle-like mansion was completely silent.

Eriri locked herself in her private studio. This was her absolute territory, the birthplace of the genius artist "Eri Kashiwagi". The walls were covered with her proud works, expensive art supplies and reference books were piled up, and top-of-the-line equipment such as graphics tablets and computers were readily available, all showcasing the owner's talent and extravagance.

Right now, she's working on her latest doujinshi for the upcoming Comic Con.

But after completing her assigned tasks for the day, she felt no sleepiness whatsoever. The scene that had unfolded in the student council room during the day, and the somewhat mysterious boy named Gu Chuan, kept replaying in her mind.

"Hmph, it's just a blurry photo. What a pretentious charlatan."

Eriri pouted, her competitive spirit surging up once more. She pushed her drawing tablet aside and solemnly took out a set of antique drawing tools she had treasured for a long time, supposedly from medieval Europe—a quill pen made of ebony with a slightly cold aura emanating from its handle, and a bottle of special ink as thick as night, seemingly capable of absorbing all light.

“To deal with ghosts, of course you need the most ritualistic tools.” She found a perfect excuse for her childish behavior, a confident smile spreading across her face. “I’ll show you the true power of this young lady, Kashiwagi Eri!”

She projected the photo Gu Chuan had sent onto the wall and examined it closely.

Although the image was blurry, her intuition as a top-tier artist allowed her to glean a trace of design aesthetics born from a nightmare from the chaotic and distorted outlines. She licked her lips, and a creative flame ignited in her eyes.

She spread out a sheet of the finest drawing paper, picked up the antique quill pen, dipped it in the cold ink, and the nib danced across the paper.

"rustle……"

The pen tip grazed the paper, making an extremely subtle and pleasant sound. Eriri was completely immersed in her own world, countless lines were born from her pen, constructing that indescribable horror.

However, as she continued drawing, she gradually sensed that something was amiss.

The air conditioning in the studio was set to a constant temperature, but she felt a chill rise from her back, and her fingers holding the pen became stiff. The ink seemed even colder than before, and even emitted a faint, rusty, metallic smell.

"Is it just my imagination? Did I get too engrossed in drawing?"

She shook her head, trying to dispel the discomfort, and continued to bury herself in her work.

She began to paint the most crucial part of the monster—the distorted eyeballs that covered its entire body.

However, just as her pen was about to touch the pupil of the last eyeball...