The cycle begins to repeat itself today.

I opened the door and went inside. As if hearing the door open, my sister seemed to want to come over and say hello. She came out of my room, leaned against the door frame, and tilted her head to look at me: "You're back? You're really late today."

"I ran into something on the way and was delayed a little," I replied casually, glancing at the living room where even the lights were off. "Are Mom and Dad already asleep?"

"I just fell asleep. You came back too late." She shook her head and quickly came over. She had changed into her pajamas, but she didn't seem to care much about her state at home. I turned my head slightly, not looking at the differences between her and me. Meanwhile, my brain was filled with nauseating fantasies, like in school, those kinds of images starting to flood my mind without warning. However, among the many erotic scenes, I seemed to see my sister's face, which made my face turn extremely ugly, and even slowed down the speed at which those fantasies arose.

When my sister saw my expression, her expression changed as well: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

I shook my head. "No, I just remembered some unpleasant things. It's nothing serious. Have you taken a shower?"

"Didn't you see I've already changed into my pajamas and my hair is dry?" She spread her arms, revealing her figure more clearly, hoping she would pay more attention to this. I shook my head, about to walk past her to put on my pajamas and go take a shower, when she grabbed my collar with one hand and pulled me in front of her without a word. She then brought her close to my chest. I couldn't see her movements, but I could hear her seemingly smelling my clothes.

"what happened?"

"Why do you smell of perfume? It's faint, but it shouldn't be like this..."

"What perfume scent?" I asked, a little guilty. After a day of close contact with those three girls, it wasn't impossible for me to have some marks on me. They were all genuine girls, and quite pretty at that; it wouldn't be surprising if they dressed up a little and wore light makeup. Even my sister would deliberately use scented shower gel or something.

"Smell it for yourself if you don't believe me." She loosened her grip on my collar, and I pulled it up myself and smelled it... There was indeed a very faint fragrance: "How can you smell such a faint scent?"

"Don't underestimate my nose." She tilted her head back, as if it were about to reach the sky. But I was in a rather awkward position.

I remembered that I had told her about this before, and she was even offering me advice. I think there shouldn't be any problem telling her again now.

So I told her about Yezi again. Of course, I only told her about Yezi. As for the other two girls... if I told her, my image would probably be reduced to the lowest place in her mind, so I decided to leave it at that.

"Really?! That's amazing?" Her eyes practically lit up. She put away her phone, grabbed my arm with both hands, and my damned sluggishness kicked in again, along with my heightened senses. Because she was my sister, I'd been a bit careless and forgotten about it, but nobody else knew about it except me, and of course, my sister couldn't possibly know either. She shook my hand, occasionally brushing against her body with the force of the movement, which was definitely not a good thing for me.

I gritted my teeth and endured those three seconds before slowly speaking: "I'll tell you, just stop shaking me and let me go."

She chuckled and said, "I won't let you go until you tell me."

"Stop it..."

But she still didn't let go. So that's what happened? It seems not, because the previous times I seemed to have offended her, I would apologize when I came back. This time, that step was skipped, so something that had never happened before occurred.

However, if this continued, my situation would become very awkward. My senses became more and more acute in a way I didn't want to. I thought of the method I used on the rooftop to pin Ye Zi down while she took off her clothes. I tried to imitate it, and a wicked thought flashed through my mind. I took the opportunity to reach my hand towards her waist and scratch her twice. She immediately let go of my hand and moved to the side.

"How despicable, tickling someone like that." She protected her waist, but her eyes held a malicious glint: "Watch how I get my revenge."

I finally managed to escape her control, and naturally I didn't want to go back to the way things were: "Be quiet, I'll tell you after I take a shower, or if you don't want to listen, then do whatever you want."

"Well... alright then." She reluctantly conceded, "Honestly, how can you be so petty with your own sister?"

If I don't end up in that situation, then of course I don't care. As for now, forget it... I don't even have the slightest thought of that. I don't want to touch anything that should be avoided. My sister is already my most important family member. To destroy something like that because of desire is something only an inhuman person would do. No, perhaps no one could do that. The moment someone does such a thing, they no longer deserve to be called human.

I grabbed my clothes and went to take a shower. While showering, I recalled what I had said earlier. I felt the atmosphere was quite good, and using that approach directly would likely yield ideal results. A lot happened today, and I didn't want to start over because of something so trivial. Sticking to the previous outcome was a very safe bet for me.

Back in the room, my younger sister was already on my bed playing on her phone. When I entered, she quickly put down her phone, propped her head up with her hands, and swung her legs up and down, looking like a little child waiting for a story before going to sleep. I told her about it using the script I had already prepared. Perhaps because the previous unpleasantness was over, she seemed more concerned and somewhat unrestrained.

"So, how far have things progressed between you two? Have you kissed? Like this?"

While I wasn't looking, she braced herself on my knee with one hand, and I felt her face slowly moving closer to me.

Chapter 166 Humble Evil Thoughts

She moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of me. I hadn't even thought about how to stop her. Fortunately, she really just wanted to play a joke. Her face stopped about a fist's distance from me and didn't come any closer.

The problem was that I felt her knees tremble slightly as she braced herself against me. It seemed like she wasn't maintaining her balance. In those three seconds, I thought about what to say and what to do, and reached out to grab her shoulders to prevent her from losing her balance and falling.

"Stop fooling around, this is dangerous."

"Hey, let me tell you, if you meet a girl like this, and you put in a little more effort, you might be much happier than others during high school."

Her words carried a hint of something, and having had a fairly close experience before, I quickly understood. I rolled my eyes, supporting her body to help her stand upright to avoid any danger, and also to move her a little further away from me. I became slightly wary of her movements. Although she didn't seem to exercise regularly, her movements were surprisingly agile. I hadn't even had time to react before she brushed against me; I didn't know if I was too weak or if she was too light.

"But, such a proactive girl... I'm quite curious about what you did to make her like you so much. But never mind, I doubt someone with your personality would even know what they did. I think this is a great opportunity for you to get back to normal. Spending more time with her should help you become more like a normal person, right?" She said, resting her chin on her hand. "By the way, do you have a picture of her? I'd like to see it."

"No." I shook my head.

"Honestly, you didn't even keep a single photo. How could you do this? How heartbroken she must be! Listen to me carefully, girls are meant to be comforted, you need to..."

Then she launched into her long-winded lecture. I pretended to listen, but my brain automatically filtered out her words; I wasn't really interested in what she was saying. My relationship with the three of them was anything but ordinary, and the "usual" methods my sister suggested were completely ineffective against me. But her intentions were good, and I couldn't show impatience; that would hurt her.

After she had finished speaking, I saw her smack her lips, as if her mouth was dry from talking, so I didn't intend to let her continue: "It's so late, you should go to sleep."

"It's still so early." She said without even looking at the time, her eyes darting around. She lay down on my bed, taking up half the space. "I can sleep here tonight. Let's continue talking for a while. I can't sleep at all right now. Anyway, Mom and Dad get up later than us. By the time they wake up in the morning, we'll all be at school."

"Nonsense. Go back now." I wanted her to be more mindful of this. Although we are siblings, we were two different individuals before this. She is a girl, a grown-up girl, and I can't just have such intimate contact with her without restraint. I couldn't before, let alone now that I can't control my body at all, I can't let these things happen.

I wanted to forcefully push her out, but every time I touched her, that feeling would come back, making it impossible for me to carry out my plan. I could only sit in the chair watching her, talking to her, hoping she would stop acting so recklessly. But that's just her personality; how could she possibly obediently go back to sleep just because of a few words from me?

"I'll go back in a bit, I can't sleep if I go back now."

"I have class tomorrow, and it's already very late."

"No way." She pouted. "You're the only one who's having fun. All I do is stay home and play on my phone when I'm in class. It's so boring. Now that something fun has finally happened, you won't even let me hear about it."

"But I'm already very sleepy."

"Then let's talk about going to sleep. I'll go back to sleep after you fall asleep."

She rolled over, put her hands under the pillow, and hooked them up onto the sides, as if she wanted to sleep there. I couldn't really get angry at her, but I didn't want to continue talking either. I was really starting to get sleepy, not as intensely as before, but sleepiness was like a dam that had just been released and was now filling up again; there would always be a time when the floodgates opened.

I racked my brains, but that was the only solution I could think of. Although I felt a little guilty towards my sister, I figured it should be fine as long as she didn't find out.

I stood up and went to the spot on the bed where she was sitting. When she saw me standing next to her, she was about to roll to the other side. I quickly reached out and pressed down on her shoulders, staring at her face for three seconds. She seemed a little embarrassed.

"Okay, stop fooling around. I'll bring you her picture tomorrow, and I'll tell you the rest honestly. Now go to sleep. Girls shouldn't stay up late; it'll make you age faster."

She paused for a moment, then made a funny face: "What do you know about girls? You're just lying."

She still didn't get up. I silently apologized and started imagining what would happen after I pushed my sister into her room. I felt my body move freely again. I held her shoulders and helped her sit up from her lying position. She pouted but didn't resist much. As I pushed her towards her room, I said, "Remember to show me the photos tomorrow, and tell me the rest of the things properly."

"Hmm," I replied casually, stretching out my arm to create distance between us, so she wouldn't notice my awkwardness.

After pushing her into the room, I had just begun to withdraw my hand when my dazed state instantly took over.

"What's wrong? Changed your mind and want to sleep with me?" She turned to look at me, her eyes full of laughter, as if she were joking.

I finally pulled my hand back and shook my head at her: "Don't make such inappropriate jokes. Go to sleep early."

"I know, really, so serious. Goodnight." She stuck her tongue out at me and then closed the door.

But I might not be able to sleep well in my current state. I glanced down and then walked towards the bathroom.

As I breathed a sigh of relief, I seemed to faintly hear a familiar soft laugh. I tensed up, but the sound never came again. I shook my head, washed my hands, went back to my room, lay down, closed my eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Chapter 167 A Feeling of Unease

I closed my eyes, sleepiness gradually enveloped my mind, and I quickly fell asleep. When I regained consciousness, all I could perceive was darkness. This wasn't darkness caused by insufficient light; it was a place where I could see absolutely nothing, not even a glimmer of light. This was definitely not my bedroom.

I tried to move my hand, but I still couldn't control it. I could feel its presence, but I couldn't do anything or see anything. The only thing I could feel was the movement from inside my own body. I could hear my heartbeat, breathing, and even the sound of my pulse. It was eerily quiet.

I quickly recalled a similar experience I had before, which was the same as now. I could only see darkness, and I could hear and feel nothing except myself, along with the strange sensation that swept over my entire body afterward.

This time was no different. I felt something touch my fingertips, a… silky, soft sensation. I can't think of a more suitable adjective, but this is probably the most fitting. The object that touched me didn't seem to exert any particular force, as if a thin veil was gently covering me, yet my sensation was so clear…

I realized that my senses had become unusually sharp at that moment.

I could clearly feel the area I was touched begin to expand and move, from my fingers to my palm, wrist, arm, shoulder, neck, and finally my cheek. It went from a point to a line, then a surface, but it didn't continue to expand. I felt its shape, like a hand gently stroking my face. I began to relax, and it seemed like I had no control over it.

I quietly experienced all of this, because there was nothing I could do in this situation.

I felt that hand gently stroking my cheek, rubbing it for a while, then moving down my skin, back to my neck, to my chest, my abdomen, and even further down. Starting from the toes of my right foot, it seemed as if another hand belonging to the same owner was beginning to move upwards, the two hands tending to converge in one place, just as I had imagined.

My body reacted to all of this. I felt a hand gripping and sliding, and something pressed against my lips... It was the same object. I could feel my tongue roaming freely in my mouth. My body trembled from the intense stimulation before finally calming down.

That feeling began to fade; I felt it drifting away from me. When I could no longer feel any pressure on me, in this absolutely quiet place, where not a sound could be heard, I heard a… soft laugh. It was so familiar, so very familiar, so familiar that it felt as if I could reach out and lift its veil of mystery, yet I could never quite reach it.

After the soft laughter faded, I don't know how much time passed before I felt I could control my body again. I immediately opened my eyes and sat up abruptly in bed. All I could see was darkness, not completely obscured. In this world, moonlight accompanied my vision. I was still lying in my room, and I couldn't see anything unfamiliar except for the things already in my room.

I reached out and touched my arms, chest, and even my entire body, carefully checking every part. I hadn't lost any part of my body, but I hadn't gained anything either. My whole body was dry, so dry that it felt somewhat rough to me, and that's always been my impression of myself. There wasn't any strange liquid suddenly appearing.

Was this a dream? I don't think so. This feeling was far too real for me. At that time, if I really wanted to wake up, I definitely would have already. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't hear anything, I could only honestly experience it all.

I suddenly felt uneasy, so I got out of bed, opened my bedroom door, and went out. I reached the front door and turned the doorknob, but I didn't find anything wrong. I also checked the guest room, but didn't see anything strange.

I wandered around the living room and balcony, but found nothing. The same went for the dining room and kitchen. I went to my sister's room. I felt I must be seriously ill, beyond cure, but to dispel my doubts, I quietly opened the door a crack. It was pitch black inside. I peeked in briefly but didn't see anything strange. My sister's blurry figure was sleeping on the bed, and in the quiet, I could even hear her even breathing.

There seemed to be no problem here, so I gently closed the door. Reaching the door to my parents' bedroom across the hall, I hesitated for a moment, but then opened it anyway. It was pitch black inside, but I could see two people lying on the bed; by the moonlight, I could make out they were my parents. I tiptoed a few steps inside, hoping to see if anything was hidden by the other side of the bed, but I found nothing.

I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly slipped out of the room.

Nothing strange happened in my house, and... the things that happened when I was unable to move couldn't have been done by my family. It must have just been a rather vivid dream.

I lightly slapped myself, without making a loud noise or hurting much. It was just to teach myself a lesson for being such a scumbag who sneaked into my sister's and parents' room in the middle of the night.

This should just be a side effect of constantly retracing my steps. The fact that my body hasn't shown any suspicious symptoms is the best proof. Perhaps it's just that something happened between me and Lin Yin on the rooftop during the day, causing my condition to change again.

I went to the bedside and checked the time. It was already 5:10. I wanted to keep sleeping, but I couldn't fall asleep. I remembered my promise to March, so I simply changed my clothes, packed the things I needed for class today, quickly and quietly washed up, and then went out.

At this time, the sky was still very dark. If it weren't for the streetlights and moonlight that allowed me to see the road, I probably wouldn't have been able to move an inch in such light.

I slowly walked towards the agreed-upon place, feeling myself calmer. However, upon seeing the hidden March nearby, my desires erupted without warning once again.

Chapter 168 The Malice of the Unruly Hair

Sitting on the stone bench, which I'd simply cushioned with a piece of paper, I sighed comfortably, even squinting my eyes for a moment, my consciousness seemingly leaving my body. It wasn't until I heard a cough that I looked down at March, her face flushed, a mixture of reproach and allure gazing at me.

She licked her lips, swallowed something, and looked into my eyes: "Want to continue?"

"...That's it." I gave my answer three seconds later. Perhaps because I had just vented, I found that my desire was not as strong as before.

A few minutes ago, I arrived at the bridge and saw March again. But the moment I saw her, my brain went haywire again. March didn't notice anything unusual. She walked over quickly, hugged me tightly, and sensed my physical condition. After a moment of surprise, an alluring expression appeared on her face. She pulled me into this abandoned park and did the same thing as her sister.

Although it was still very unfamiliar, it was also quite stimulating for me. After some time to relax, I felt a little better, and my brain stopped hurting. Only the images of March were increasing in my mind.

In March, she helped me straighten my clothes, then stood up, sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned against me: "Does this feel comfortable?"

I nodded noncommittally, but my movement was slowed by March's touch, giving her the illusion that "after hesitating for so long, it seems you can feel even more comfortable."

"Stop fooling around." I reached out and hugged her, stopping her from doing anything unnecessary.

"Hmph." She snorted lightly, "Don't think I don't know what you and Xiaoyin did yesterday at noon."

I was surprised, and then I remembered that strange laughter: "Was that you laughing over there yesterday?"