The cycle begins to repeat itself today.

Chapter 224 The Misguided Sense of Smell

Indeed, I haven't had much contact with girls. Most of the time, I have nothing to do with such creatures. Even when facing Ye Zi, San Yue, and Lin Yin, I always communicate with them based on words I vaguely remember from somewhere. But my sister is different... She is the closest to me, the best girl in the world to me before all of this happened, and she still is now... I can't tell which of the three girls I feel more strongly for my sister, but one thing is certain.

I can't bring myself to hurt my sister, and I can't treat her the way I treated Yezi and the others.

Because of my close relationships with these girls, I've developed some ideas about how I should treat them.

After gently untying my sister's arms from around me, I tilted to the side. She lost her balance and fell to the ground. Of course, I didn't let her fall. I caught her and lifted her up, gently placing her on the bed amidst her surprised expression. As I was about to stand up, scenes from my past fantasies flashed through my mind, only this time it was just my sister, lying on my bed with the same expression and posture.

What happened after that… I shook my head, trying my best to banish those thoughts from my mind. I looked down at my younger sister, who seemed to shrink back slightly, looking a little nervous: “What do you want to do?”

I placed my hand on her shoulder and asked her, "What do you think I want to do?"

What I didn't expect, or rather what I had partially anticipated, was that my sister would close her eyes under such circumstances. I sighed inwardly, but didn't let that emotion show. I simply pressed on my sister's shoulders and used my strength to turn her over. My sister isn't heavy, so this action wasn't difficult for me.

But when my sister rolled over, she tilted her head and looked at me, asking, "What are you doing now?"

"Seeing how hard you work every day, let me give you a massage. Don't you like it?"

I started massaging her shoulders, not knowing how much force to use, relying entirely on my instincts. My sister, who had initially been pouting and a little unhappy, gradually relaxed, swinging her legs on the bed and even directing me: "Use more force."

"Okay, is this alright?"

"Uh-huh."

It's fortunate that things didn't continue in that direction. As for the current situation, I also have questions for my sister, but I need to think carefully about how to ask them.

A few minutes later, my sister's legs stopped wobbling and calmed down. I took the opportunity to ask her, "Zhiyun, what's that smell on you? It's different from our shower gel... Did you eat something delicious?"

Zhiyun is her name. I don't call her by her name often, and she usually doesn't give me the chance to call her by her name. I only call her that when I take the initiative to start a conversation, but such times are very, very rare.

"Smell? What smell?" My sister sniffed her arm after hearing my question, but quickly frowned. "I just got home and took a shower. I don't smell at all. Are you trying to change the subject?"

"No. Don't you have a faint fragrance on you?" I moved a little closer to my sister and smelled the scent near her hair: "Right here in your hair."

"No, there's no smell." The younger sister gathered a lock of hair in front of her head and asked carefully, "There's still no smell. Are you sure you're not smelling your own body correctly? Or... are you just teasing me again?"

My sister looked at me with a displeased expression, and I naturally shook my head in denial: "Of course not. Didn't you smell it? Although it's a little faint, the scent should still be easy to identify."

"No." My sister probably noticed my slightly serious expression and started to frown and care about the matter as well, but her conclusion remained unchanged.

My sister is lying to me? But how could that be... Come to think of it, I didn't ask Yezi or the others if they smelled a similar scent, because that scent filled March's room with an incredibly strong aroma, and I also found that sachet in her room that seemed to be the source of the scent, so I directly confirmed that March must have known about it... Could there be something else I don't know about?

For example, only I can smell this kind of scent.

But is that even possible? I can definitely smell that scent clearly, but my sister says she can't smell it. I'm starting to doubt my own senses.

I massaged my sister's shoulders, clearly perceiving both the tactile sensation of her skin and the feedback from her body. I bit my tongue, the slight pain not diminishing at all; my sense of touch and pain should be fine. What I saw matched what I perceived with my hands, proving my vision was also normal. As for taste, I could easily find out by going to the kitchen later.

Only this sense of smell… I don’t have a good way to test it. I lowered my head again, almost burying it in my sister’s hair. I could even clearly feel her breathing becoming increasingly hot, and I could definitely smell that indescribable scent. Is there really something wrong with my sense of smell?

I sensed my sister's slightly uneasy movements, and realizing what was happening, I moved a little further away, a fake smile that was becoming increasingly practiced on my face: "I can smell the scent of the cutest girl in the world."

"You!" The younger sister seemed to become shy, and her shyness combined with a hint of anger also showed: "You still say you weren't just teasing me?"

"I didn't say anything wrong. Where else can I find such a cute little sister?" I held my sister down as she struggled slightly, preventing her from getting up. If I let her get up, we would start fighting again.

I couldn't just question my sister about something I didn't understand. I used those words to conceal my doubts, hoping not to cause her too much trouble.

"Is this the kind of tactic you use to appease your girlfriend?"

"Okay, don't move around, I'll continue." I didn't discuss that topic with her and silently continued massaging my sister.

Chapter 225 Familiar Late Night

Once I got further away, that highly recognizable yet indescribable scent disappeared. The source of this scent was indeed my sister; I could smell it even when I got close, and it became clearer the closer I got. And although the contact wasn't long, the scent definitely had an effect on me. I looked down at my sister's back as she lay on the bed. Rationally, I wanted to look away, but I couldn't help but observe the differences between her and me.

Fortunately, the effect wasn't severe. I bit the tip of my tongue to distract myself... Perhaps because I've been biting my tongue so often lately, even a slight bite no longer provides enough stimulation; my tongue feels numb. This is hardly a good thing.

I stopped what I was doing, and at the same time, my sister turned her head to look at me: "That's it?"

"Still not satisfied?" I couldn't help but want to laugh, but then I felt a little frustrated thinking that this state of mind didn't stem from her true feelings. "Get up, it's already 12 o'clock. Change your clothes and go to sleep. You have to get up early for school tomorrow morning."

"Tch, that's so perfunctory." Although she said that, the younger sister still straightened up, stood up neatly, put on her slippers, and walked out the door: "I'll let you off this time. Go to sleep early. I'm going back to my room to play."

"You should go to bed early too."

"I know, I know."

My sister came out of her room and closed the door behind her. Two seconds later, I stood up again and quietly went to the door. I pressed my ear against the door, and since it was very quiet, I could vaguely hear the door closing. I figured my sister had probably gone back to her room and closed the door. I turned off the light, slowly opened my own door, and quietly walked out of my room to my sister's door.

I could see the light shining through the crack under the door, and I could hear some noises inside, including my sister's laughter. I confirmed that my sister was in the room, and then I quietly went back to my room and closed the door.

Without turning the light back on, I changed my clothes and decided to lie in bed for a while. I didn't plan to fall asleep because I had to go to school later, after my sister was asleep. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind was filled with jumbled thoughts, but I couldn't organize them. It was like a murky pond with no fish to catch.

Fortunately, the window in the room was slightly ajar, and the breeze blowing in from outside forced out the stale air inside. The room wasn't very warm either; it was cool and perfect for sleeping. I lay on the bed and unconsciously closed my eyes. When I came to, all I could see was darkness.

I realized I was probably sleepy and tried to open my eyes and sit up to avoid actually falling asleep, but...

Suddenly, that familiar scent surged up from all directions, slowly spreading upwards from my back like a spider spinning its cocoon, gradually engulfing me like a rising tide. Within seconds, the scent became incredibly strong. I was startled and tried to open my eyes and sit up in bed to see what was happening, but once again, I was unable to move.

No matter how hard I tried to control my body, no matter how much I couldn't move it even an inch, this had happened before, and then...

I felt someone kiss my lips.

It was a feeling that was both somewhat familiar and utterly strange to me. This feeling didn't come from the act itself, but from the person who performed it. Some time ago, in this same place, something similar had happened. Just like before, I was unable to move, feeling as if I were enveloped by something…

The same feeling made my memory clearer. I had experienced something similar a long time ago, and almost exactly the same thing happened to me again.

I felt my body gradually being exposed to the air, and a pair of hands slid over my body, pressing down on my shoulders and pushing me onto the bed. I felt someone sit on top of me, leaning down and pressing close to me, kissing me in that position. My sense of touch clearly transmitted the other person's smooth skin to my brain, and the soft body pressed tightly against me—it was a girl.

My mind was flooded with the most absurd thoughts I'd ever had. I struggled, but my body was completely immobile; only the distinct sensation of touch was reaching me with crystal clarity. I remembered methods I'd successfully used in this state before. I carefully felt the girl's body against mine, trying to match her movements with my hands. I wanted to see with my own eyes everything that was happening to me—and in an instant, in a very short moment, I regained control of my body.

My hand rested on her waist, pressed against her skin, my arm feeling the soft fabric of her clothes. I still clearly remember that touch, because just a few minutes, or maybe ten or twenty minutes ago, I had touched the same fabric. I opened my eyes, and in the darkness, under the faint starlight, I saw a blurry but recognizable face.

That was the face of my only sister, the only relative I considered to be the closest person in the world, the only one who had a positive feeling towards me.

I'm so close, so very close... because what I'm doing right now is something I never thought I'd ever do in my life.

My mind went blank; I could only watch helplessly as my younger sister slowly raised her head. She looked at me, her back to the ceiling, but her eyes seemed to shimmer with silvery moonlight, soft and captivating. A gentle breeze blowing in from the window stirred her slightly parted drowsiness, but it did nothing to diminish the rich fragrance. This picturesque scene, however, became the most terrifying reality for me.

In this environment, my sister's familiar voice rang out once again.

"Staying out all night, taking a shower outside, not bringing my phone... I told you, I'm just... that angry."

Although it was a familiar voice, it had a colder tone.

Chapter 226 The Secret of Bloodline

I froze, speechless, unsure of what to say. I just stared at my sister's cold, ambiguous expression, a half-smile playing on her lips. There was no familiar emotion in her eyes, no gentle, joyful smile I usually saw.

I'm currently pinned down by my sister, feeling overwhelmed by that ever-increasing scent. Thoughts that weren't there before, or rather, thoughts I'd deliberately ignored, are relentlessly flooding my brain and taking control of my body. My body is reacting in ways I absolutely shouldn't be, and it seems my sister, sitting on top of me, has sensed this reaction; a sinister smile has appeared on her face.

"So, you're having feelings for your sister?"

I wanted to shake my head and argue, but I couldn't do anything. I could only stand there, watching her hands roam over my body. Even through my clothes, I could feel the touch of her palms. Gently pressing against my chest, she slowly lowered her head once again.

As I watched her face slowly approach, I was completely helpless. I tried to turn my head away, back away, and even tried to push her away from me, disregarding the possibility of hurting her. But all of this was in vain. My sister's lips pressed against mine once again, this time more passionate and more excessive than before. I felt something soft sliding through my mouth.

I felt incredibly disgusted. This wasn't a real physical reaction, nor was it disgust towards my sister or what she did. It was an extreme ethical and moral discomfort I felt because of what my sister did, and even because my body was enjoying the process.

My hand unconsciously slid from my sister's waist to her thigh, feeling her body through the fabric.

I felt my sister's hand sliding downwards... This can't go on, it can't continue like this... But how can I stop this from happening? What should I do?

My heart started pounding rapidly, and in the end, I had no choice but to resort to the old method.

I no longer actively suppressed my actions, responding to my sister's kiss in accordance with my body's instincts... No, I no longer have the right to call her sister... After doing such a thing, what right do I have to call her that?

My tongue and Zhiyun's tongue intertwined, and my hands slid along her thighs. With a hint of something more, I guided my hands to stop Zhiyun's downward movements, then pulled her hands to her sides and wrapped my arms around her body, pressing her against me. Although every inch of Zhiyun's body was pressed against mine, at least she wouldn't carry out her original intention.

The delicate body in my arms gradually grew hot. After what seemed like an eternity, perhaps feeling a bit breathless, Zhiyun had to lift her head again, panting right in front of me, her chest heaving. After a while, she suddenly laughed again: "My figure, compared to your girlfriend's, which one is better?"

I cannot answer this question, nor is it possible for me to answer it. My hand remained extended, and only in this way could I manage to speak briefly with Zhiyun under these circumstances.

Why do such a thing?

"What is it?" she asked me in return. I paused for a moment, organizing my thoughts.

"That's right, things like this are happening now..."

"Wow..." She narrowed her eyes. "Your hand is still touching me, and you can still ask such a question. How come I never realized you were so shameless?"

Even after it was brought up, I didn't stop. I couldn't stop; this was the only way I could talk to her right now. At least until I found another feasible solution.

"Zhiyun...we are siblings, you should know that doing this kind of thing is wrong, right?"

"Hmph~ Yes, we're siblings." Zhiyun snorted, but she didn't seem to be in a good mood: "How do I compare to your girlfriends? Answer me that question."

"..."

“Don’t think that silence can solve the problem. If you think we’re evenly matched…” Zhiyun propped herself up on the bed and created some distance between us. Then, she put one hand on her collar and slowly unbuttoned the top button… Underneath her pajamas was her fair skin, and judging from what I had just felt… she probably wasn’t wearing anything underneath: “Let’s compare this side.”

"...Yours is better." I had no choice but to answer. As for the content of my answer, after spending so much time with Yezi and the others, I wouldn't say in front of Zhiyun that she was inferior to the other girls. Given her current state, I didn't know what would happen if I made her unhappy.

"Oh, I see..." But Zhiyun didn't stop. She unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time until the clothes were loose on both sides, barely covering part of her private parts. I could also confirm that Zhiyun wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas and could see the bulge in her body. "Then why don't you want to do the same thing with me? You didn't come home last night and only came back after taking a shower today. If you say you didn't do anything, I won't believe you no matter how hard you try."

"Why is there any reason? We're siblings. We absolutely shouldn't do something like this, right?"

"You mean, if we weren't siblings, you'd agree to be with me?" Zhiyun smiled. "Then there's no problem."

I understood her unspoken meaning, but this surprised me even more: "Zhiyun, what are you trying to say?"

"Didn't you already guess?" She placed her hand on my waist, pulling my clothes up slowly. She slid her hand across my skin as if caressing some precious porcelain. "We're actually not siblings."

"How could this be...? Are you lying to me?"

“I’m not lying to you. I’ve known about this for a long time. I’m not our family’s child.” She let out a sigh of relief. “When I found out, I was actually a little happy. You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a very, very long time… My parents’ room can’t hear anything from here…”

"Don't do this..." I wanted to stop her, but once I tried to make that thought a reality, I couldn't move at all, and Zhiyun's clothes slowly slipped down.

"I'm no worse than anyone else..."

I closed my eyes, sincerely hoping to wake up from this nightmare immediately.