The cycle begins to repeat itself today.

Although I asked the question, I didn't have any expectations, because I didn't think it was March's laughter. That sense of familiarity felt even stronger than hers. Even though I had such an intimate relationship with March, she still didn't feel that familiar to me.

And my guess was right. March looked puzzled: "What laughter? Are you changing the subject?"

She looked at herself with some dissatisfaction: "I clearly told you that you can't lay a hand on Xiaoyin right now, but you didn't listen and secretly did this behind my back. Do you think I'm not important at all? Or do you think what I say is not important at all?"

She leaned close to my ear and said in a seductive voice, "I'll make sure you can never go to Xiaoyin again..." Her movements became increasingly restless. I felt my desire aroused once more, but I managed to restrain myself.

I wrapped my arms around March to prevent her from making any further moves, and slowly said, "Stop fooling around, it's not the right time yet. Neither you nor your sister have ever asked for this kind of thing."

March paused for a moment, uttered a single "you," and then after a long while, hugged me and chuckled again: "How can you be like this, getting the benefit and still acting innocent? How about I take the initiative a little more? Anyway, it's still early."

"More than that, I'm curious how you found out about me and Lin Yin." I quickly changed the subject. It wouldn't be a good thing to indulge myself any further, and now was indeed a bit inappropriate. I still had a lot to think about.

"Well, it's simple. You disappeared for so long yesterday at noon, and you probably couldn't get too close to Ye Yuqing yet. So where else could you go? Who else could you go to besides Xiaoyin? So I went to see her during dinner. I asked her if you were with her. Xiaoyin wouldn't lie to me. When she talks to me, I can tell whether she's telling the truth or not just by looking at her expression. I guessed it quickly. She was afraid I'd be angry, so she told me what happened..." March looked at me with complicated eyes: "Just because Xiaoyin wanted to surpass me in some way, you got her. The two of us sisters have become your playthings... You must be very excited now, right?"

"What would happen if you found out I wasn't with Lin Yin? By the way, you didn't do anything to her, did you?" I changed the subject.

"Of course I wouldn't do anything too outrageous to my own sister, I just let her tell me everything in detail... Her expression was really cute. But... if I don't find you there, while it won't make me particularly angry, I don't intend to be generous enough to accept someone else. Xiaoyin is my sister, and Ye Yuqing is also related to me, but the others... if you want her dead, you can go and have some fun with her." I felt an even more profound familiarity from March: "Although you can only do it once."

The girl I was holding didn't seem to make me feel warm anymore, but that feeling was already incredibly absurd. Our relationship now couldn't be described as a normal classmate relationship, nor a normal romantic relationship; the whole thing was already extremely absurd. Even in a normal romantic relationship, this kind of thing wouldn't happen.

Instead, I hugged the delicate body in my arms tighter: "I think that's more than enough, don't worry."

"Hehe... don't be so nervous. Although I usually don't allow it, but... I can recommend a few to you. I promise I won't interfere and will even give you opportunities. What do you think of the girls sitting in the same row as me? Although they're not as good as me, there are quite a few of them." I could hear the obvious encouragement in her voice as she said this, and she started to wriggle in my arms, rubbing against me.

She was indeed as I said, she had absolutely no intention of becoming a good child in my eyes... This deviated slightly from the purpose of my words, but my own behavior was no longer as simple as it used to be, and it was mixed with some darker things.

I gently patted the back of the girl in my arms. She seemed to understand what I meant, stood up, smiled at me with a seductive smile, and tugged at the hem of the dress she had specially worn today.

I shook my head at her, but she didn't understand. If it really came to that, I felt I would completely lose myself.

I watched as March squatted down in front of me again, only this time she pulled down the strap of her dress, exposing her beautiful figure to my view.

That should be fine, right?

I was filled with doubt as I enjoyed the girl's services, which were full of love and desire.

Chapter 169 The Silent World

After cleaning up the traces, March and I emerged from where we came from. She affectionately hugged my arm and walked with me. We headed towards the school. March kept asking questions like whether she was better than the other two girls, or she relentlessly revealed the characteristics of her classmates that might interest me, emphasizing how easy it would be to win them over. I didn't need to think too deeply to know what she was thinking.

I wasn't particularly interested in such things, responding simply to her. Sometimes she'd get bored, feeling my attitude was too cold, and throw a tantrum. But all I needed to do was slightly tilt my head, lower my head a little, and let my lips touch her cheek, or her lips, for a few seconds to easily resolve the issue. I was surprised at how skillfully I used this technique, and disappointed in my own surprise.

I would never say I hate March; on the contrary, I like her very much. Her behavior, personality, appearance, and her passion for those things all attract me. Even though I was fighting her to the death not long ago, I can't feel any dislike for her. Even though what she said was something that I thought had reached the extreme of evil, it still doesn't affect my feelings for her.

The reason she acted this way wasn't her fault, it was her parents' fault, it was everyone else's fault. She was just a poor girl, and I had to help her; she needed my help too… I kept using these self-constructed reasons to excuse her, and then enjoyed all the new and deadly temptations she brought me. Everything she had done before was glossed over as if it had never happened, even though, in retrospect, those things really hadn't occurred.

I comfortably enjoy these girls' bodies, even Ye Zi, the girl who initially moved me deeply. If it were me now, could I really refuse her? Even though she never said these things, never indicated that she was willing to give her body to me for my enjoyment, now that my mind is filled with those thoughts, can I really control myself from actively touching her body? The thought of Ye Zi being obedient to me immediately makes me think of her body... When did I become like this?

My initial thoughts have long been relegated to a corner, covered in a thick layer of dust. I have no interest in even mentioning them now. Even the thought of uncovering the truth that was once so crucial to these girls has vanished. I seem to have lost most of my interest in everything; my mind is filled with images of these girls' delicate, smooth bodies… Am I really normal?

I've sacrificed so much for this, even died countless times. They were girls on the verge of death or crime, and I saved them all. Was I wrong to do this? I don't think so. I'm tired, I need rest. From simply taking a shower and sleeping at the beginning, to now having these girls do such disgusting things for me, my essence has changed. But where exactly has it changed, what has changed, and what caused it? ...What am I even striving for?

Ye Zi, San Yue, Lin Yin—all I can think about right now are their bodies. Even though the images aren't running rampant in my mind, they've left a deep impression… Is it really the intense impression left by this mental breakdown? Why do I keep fantasizing about those scenes even when I don't feel anything? Why do I feel a flame burning away my reason just because San Yue is holding my hand intimately? The thought of taking San Yue to a secluded place to toy with her keeps flashing through my mind. It has nothing to do with my mental breakdown; it's just because I want to do it, just because of that… Am I a beast that has lost its reason, driven only by desire?

No, I am a human being. I am a person capable of independent thought, with my own values. I didn't do these things to become like this. I am not a beast who only thinks about mating and satisfying its desires. I am not that kind of person, I am not. But I can't resist this feeling, whether subjectively or objectively, I am almost being controlled by it. I can't control myself when I'm around these girls; my body experiences a three-second delay. Even if I didn't originally intend to think about those things, the influence, though I don't know why, is very obvious and makes me think about them, and it controls me.

My senses were amplified, but I couldn't feel any external influence on me. The only amplified sensations were my touch and the stimulation that contact brought to my body. This was definitely not normal... This was never normal to begin with, and my current situation was never normal. March was standing right next to me, holding my arm, fiddling with my fingers, sometimes bending them, sometimes hugging them tightly with her body. What else could I feel besides these things?

wind?

There was a breeze at that time, and I could even see March's loose hair occasionally fluttering in the wind. She would shake her head slightly, and the smooth hair would fall back to its original place, restoring her to her charming and lovely state. But what about me? Where was the wind? I didn't feel even the slightest breeze, yet March's hair was dancing in front of me...

Have my senses been heightened, making me more sensitive to the outside world, or has only my sense of touch and desire been amplified? But if even my sense of touch has been enhanced, why can't I feel the wind that lifts March's hair at all? March turned her head and smiled at me, her mouth opening and closing. I could see that she seemed to be speaking, but I couldn't hear anything. I suddenly realized that I couldn't hear anything at all. Why? Why couldn't I hear a single sound? When did it start?

I felt as if I had been pulled into a silent world, surrounded by darkness, with only March and me standing in that darkness. March hadn't changed; she was still smiling happily.

I watched silently, forced to watch as March placed my hand on her chest. Through that soft layer, I could feel... her heart was beating, very slightly, very slightly... but it was gradually getting bigger, little by little, getting bigger and bigger, becoming more and more rapid... there was something there, as if I could touch it with the slightest movement, but I could do nothing, I couldn't control myself.

If you could move even a little bit, if you could move even a little bit, maybe you could make contact...

If we could get in touch with it...

Following my heart, I slightly opened the iron gate that imprisoned my desires, just a tiny bit...

"Hehe." A familiar soft laugh came from behind me, and I looked around in surprise.

Apart from the dimly lit streets and the flushed face of March, there was nothing else.

Chapter 170 An angry March

I felt the surroundings return to normal. March breathed enticingly, as if scolding me: "It was so much better there. Why did you have to wait until we were out on the street to do this? Or would it be more exciting to do it here? There doesn't seem to be anyone around right now. If you want... it's not impossible."

March's words quickly pulled me back to reality. I snapped out of that silent world and slowly looked around. Several seconds had passed by the time I finished doing so. March seemed a little unhappy that I was ignoring her.

"I'm talking to you." She grabbed my hand, placed it in front of her, and opened her mouth to take my index finger in her mouth. A strange sensation came from my fingertip, and I could clearly feel the movement of her tongue.

I was getting impatient and wanted to pull my hand away, but doing so would definitely hurt her, both physically and mentally. Fortunately, the three-second delay prevented me from doing so. My index finger was still in her mouth, and without thinking, I used my other fingers to pry open her cheeks, preventing her mouth from closing, and then pulled my hand away.

However, I couldn't perform that action so smoothly. I just changed the action to continue. I pinched March's face and kissed her in the dark street. I was a little worried that pulling my hand away would hurt her, so I was prepared to make things worse again. But while I was kissing March, I discovered something.

Although I still couldn't control my body very well, and such intimate contact kept bringing those images to mind, I was able to think about what I was thinking without being affected. March responded to me without any shyness; my body responded to her in place of my consciousness, while I thought about other things.

What just happened?

Suddenly, I couldn't feel or hear anything. Only the sounds emanating from my own body, March's heartbeat, and a soft laugh filled my consciousness. It felt very close, and it's been appearing frequently lately. What was I just doing?

Judging from March's expression and words, what I just did was definitely not something I could do in front of others, but that laughter woke me up. If it weren't for that laughter, what would have happened to me? What would have happened to March?

That laughter was still very familiar to me, unchanged. Leaving aside the most fundamental question—who made that laughter?—considering only my familiarity with it, and considering that its presence prevented many things from happening, if we were to roughly categorize it… was it helping me?

The first time I heard that laughter was on the roof of the main building, when I was with Lin Yin, just as I was about to be served by her. But by then I had completely lost control of my body. Even though I was puzzled by the laughter, I couldn't stop what was about to happen.

The second time was on the roof of the old teaching building. I rescued Yezi and, just as I remembered, let things continue as before. I held Yezi in my arms, doing nothing, when that laughter suddenly appeared. It made me suspicious, but the situation at the time didn't allow me to continue investigating, so I put it aside.

The third time was near my home. At the entrance of that residential area, I was puzzled because I couldn't see the drunk man. As I walked down the road, I faintly heard a soft laugh, but nothing happened at the time. It just appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly.

The fourth time, right here, just when I was about to lose control and something was about to happen, it appeared again, waking me up and preventing my relationship with March from developing any further.

What exactly does it want to do? What is its purpose in doing this? What is it trying to remind me of? And who is it? Is it male or female? Why can it appear at any time and in any place? Does it really exist? Does it have a physical form? Or is it just a figment of my imagination?

What triggered those laughs? What made them appear? Was it when I met these girls? No, that's not right. I didn't even see a soul near the entrance to that apartment complex. That doesn't make sense...

Why didn't that drunkard appear? I feel like I've forgotten something, forgotten something very, very important... But when I try to recall, the events from each rebirth overlap, and many different things happen at the same time, even things I have no memory of at all. Some are unfamiliar, some are familiar. There's too much information, too much clutter, and I simply can't sort it all out.

These recent bursts of laughter must be caused by something changing, or intended to change something. Their appearance has influenced something I don't know. For me, they've made me more aware and alert, but I have a feeling they're not there to have such a trivial effect. But damn it, I don't have a single clue whatsoever; I have absolutely no idea what it's trying to do.

I felt something gently pounding my chest. I snapped back to reality and realized it was March's hand. I slowly released her, and she gasped for breath, her face filled with confusion: "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

She took my hand, looked around, and said in an incredibly seductive voice, "Right now, there should still be quite a while... I don't want to continue with these small-scale operations."

My hands were being controlled and moved around by her. I felt that something on her body was wet, which completely ignited the raging fire within me. I felt extremely uncomfortable. But my mind was perfectly clear, and the flames burned without diminishing it in the slightest.

I easily withdrew my hand and gently patted her buttocks. She let out a soft moan, and her eyes seemed even more glazed over.

"This is punishment for what you've been doing to seduce me. Absolutely not today."

"You!" She was both anxious and angry, looking at me as if she wanted to devour me alive, while I looked at her with a half-smile.

This is the only way, absolutely not. If I take that step, I'm afraid I'll never be able to turn back.

Chapter 171 Reasons for Evasion

"Stop joking, okay?" She stared intently at me, something seeming to be swirling in her eyes. "I'm feeling really bad right now... I've listened to everything you asked, please don't do this, okay? I can get angry too."

"But it still won't work today," I said, switching to a flippant expression before her intimidating aura could fully materialize. "Why don't you try to solve it yourself?"

"You really are a complete villain..." She stared at me, licked her lips slightly, glanced around, and quickly spotted the alleyway on the road. She then pulled me towards it. I had expected her to force herself on me, and I was also struggling with how to resist in this situation, but my worries seemed unnecessary.

As we walked into the alley, March let go of my hand and went to the wall. Right in front of me, she took care of herself, just as I had said. Her movements were somewhat stiff, as if she wasn't used to doing this in front of others, but I couldn't see any resistance from her. She embodied the meaning of "submissive" and was trying her best to entice me to break the words I had just spoken.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I watched helplessly as March finished everything, and I felt increasingly miserable. Yet, my actions remained under the control of reason; I made no move. At that moment, the only sound in the alley was March's panting.

I was somewhat surprised that March was willing to listen to me to this extent. I had been prepared to compromise and even participate in the discussion, but she didn't seem angry at all. I just watched, as an observer, until March looked at me again. Perhaps that's not quite accurate, because March had been watching me the whole time, still constantly tempting me.

Although my thoughts were somewhat turbulent, I wasn't touched by March, and I was still able to control my body, maintaining a detached, spectator-like state. Of course, this doesn't include the part where my body also reacted.

March ended, and panting weakly, he said, "Is...is this satisfactory? You actually just watched like that? Are you even a man?"

"I'm doing this for your own good," I said casually. "The first time might hurt quite a bit, and if you give anything away and arouse suspicion, it would be a huge loss. I need you to do a lot of things for me. Now is not a good time to do this kind of thing."

"See this dress I'm wearing?" She tugged at the straps and hem of the dress a few times. "I wore this so it would be convenient for you. Or do you think I really don't care about anything else?"

“Don’t think you’re the only one doing this for the first time. I’d like to find a more comfortable place, and I need to take much longer than we are now. We have plenty of time, don’t we?” I narrowed my eyes, and she seemed to have heard some good news, her eyes brightening.

"Oh, I see... I see. I can accept that reason. I was going to let you suffer like this, but since you gave such an excellent answer, I'll help you out."

March once again moved toward me, her dress more like a hanging garment than a wearing dress; she hadn't properly arranged it, yet it looked exceptionally alluring.

Given the current situation, I couldn't refuse March. I convinced myself with this reason and then accepted the third service in March today.

The burning desire didn't subside as I relaxed; instead, it intensified after March's service ended. I struggled to control my body, helped March tidy her clothes, and thankfully, nothing like that happened again in the short distance from the school gate.

"Do you want to come again tonight?" she asked me. I shook my head: "I'm going back with Yezi tonight."

"Tsk." She clicked her tongue. "But then again, no one's home. You'll have plenty of time to play with her after school. I'd be happier if you could save your first time for me, but I won't mind if you can't. If it makes me more comfortable, I wouldn't mind."

I chuckled, beginning to understand what girls were really thinking. While I couldn't articulate any specific pattern, I didn't believe March's explanation. Perhaps if something more intense happened between me and Yezi that night, she might not hold a grudge, but she certainly wouldn't be indifferent. Everyone has jealousy, especially girls in this situation.

I didn't answer, but she seemed to understand what I meant. She glared at me, then grabbed my arm and bit it hard, as if venting her dissatisfaction.

"Whatever. Tomorrow morning, at the same time, you have to come." She let go of my hand, took a step into the school, and her whole demeanor suddenly changed, transforming her back into the unapproachable Lin Xue.

I shook my head and slowly walked into the school. At this time, there were already some signs of activity in the school. The activities that had just taken place in March had already reached the edge of the school's surveillance range. This part of the surveillance was occasionally made public to warn idlers in the community in case someone caused trouble near the school. When I walked into the school gate, these signs of activity became more obvious.

In both the main building and another old teaching building less than fifty meters from the main gate, many classrooms already had their lights on, and people were starting to go in and out. This old teaching building didn't have many classrooms, but it hadn't reached the end of its service life yet; it should be considered the main teaching building for the first-year high school students. The first-year classes in the main building had only moved there because they had no other classrooms.

I glanced around briefly and prepared to turn and leave; there was no benefit for me in staying here.

However, I did think of someone, and I don't know why I thought of her. This made me take another deep look at the first-year high school building.

That person is my sister.

Chapter 172 Remaining Doubts