Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 26

There's a saying that goes, "I could have endured the darkness, if I had not seen the light." If someone were to ask Yan Huan how he felt right now, he would most likely break down in tears as he recounted a story that was, essentially, "The Farmer and the Snake."

Only now, it had been reimagined in a modern setting—"Yan Huan the computer fixer and his adoptive sister, Ye Shiyu."

The moment Yan Huan looked up and saw the phone screen Ye Shiyu was holding, the purple vortex displayed on it tugged at his consciousness like a bottomless abyss.

Just like the hypnosis from last Friday, his body experienced a momentary loss of control and fell into a tingling purgatory.

Although Yan Huan could still move freely, it felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Beneath the mask of Perfect Expression Control, his face was filled with silent confusion.

'Why…'

'...did I make her mad again?'

He'd skipped his nap to kindly help fix her computer, and not only did she not thank him—she immediately raised her phone to hypnotize him?

'Where did she even pick up this bad habit? Japanese anime?'

As Ye Shiyu watched the handsome boy’s eyes lose their light and his expression go blank, regret filled her heart.

She had clearly reminded herself not to use hypnosis on him again.

And yet, here she was.

But if she didn’t act, and Yan Huan saw what was in the browser—that would be worse than death.

The phone in her hand suddenly felt heavy. Pressing her lips together and lowering her eyes, she whispered with trembling lips,

"I’m sorry."

But the boy before her had already been consumed by her greedy power, unable to comprehend the apology she so badly wanted to express.

'Since that’s the case, just delete the browser history quickly, then end the hypnosis.'

Ye Shiyu hurriedly grabbed the laptop from the desk, swiping at the touchpad to move the cursor and open the browser.

Unfortunately, the computer was still lagging due to a virus, and on top of that, she was a complete novice with computers.

Even on normal days, she found using a mouse uncomfortable—now using a touchpad felt like climbing a mountain.

"Ugh, hurry up! Chris is already waiting for us."

"Coming, coming!"

Just her luck—voices from classmates drifted in from outside the classroom, making Ye Shiyu’s heart race.

*Thump. Thump.*

She suddenly remembered—she was still in Yan Huan’s classroom!

Over the past few days at school, she'd learned just how popular Yan Huan was. If his classmates returned and saw him like this—

Ye Shiyu’s pupils contracted slightly, but her hands moved faster and faster.

After a long struggle, the browser finally opened, and the colorful search interface popped up, revealing the history.

"Women's Section:"

"Younger Man," "Younger Brother," "Older Sister and Younger Brother," "Hypnosis."

Ever since discovering this "treasure site" on Saturday, Ye Shiyu felt like she'd opened the door to an entirely new world.

A girl who had never been interested in R-rated content or movies was now diving headfirst into the "Women’s Section" every day, never wanting to come out.

She knew the content wasn’t exactly appropriate, but—

—it was just too captivating!

Especially when the female leads in the stories had all kinds of encounters with younger men, Ye Shiyu couldn’t help but get incredibly excited.

But now, staring at the search history, Ye Shiyu felt utterly ashamed.

Her cheeks flushed red, and even the now doll-like hypnotized Yan Huan seemed to shrink away, hiding his face behind the screen.

"Sorry, I’ll be done soon."

As for Yan Huan, watching Ye Shiyu frantically operate the computer, he immediately realized—

—there was probably something in the browser that could cause Ye Shiyu to suffer instant social death if discovered.

No wonder she reacted so strongly. Now that he thought about it, after he died in his past life, didn’t the police check his browsing history?

If they found something and passed it on to his family as a "memento"...

Just thinking about it, even now, Yan Huan had the urge to crawl back into his past life and snatch away the phone.

He was genuinely surprised—he never expected Ye Shiyu to be into that kind of content.

And what could she even get out of it?

Doll-stacking games?

Actually... now he was kind of curious.

With a blank expression, Yan Huan’s eyes subtly shifted, locking onto Ye Shiyu’s face in front of the computer.

Website page—closed.

History—deleted.

After finishing everything, Ye Shiyu let out a long, relieved sigh.

'Good thing I made it before Xiaohuan noticed—'

Huh?

Ye Shiyu froze, just realizing she had subconsciously used a pet name—Xiaohuan.

But—

—she didn’t dislike calling him that.

It felt like giving her most beloved doll a name.

"Xiaohuan."

Staring at the now squeaky-clean browser, Ye Shiyu murmured the nickname again, savoring the sound of it.

Right then, the dazed Yan Huan seemed to receive the signal and responded robotically,

"Shiyu-sis."

"."

Did he interpret her words as a command?

That’s right. In a hypnotized state, Xiaohuan would obey whatever she said.

Ye Shiyu blinked. She had originally planned to return the computer and end the hypnosis—her goal was already achieved.

But when she looked up and saw the handsome boy completely following her command, a strange, dark urge began to take root.

Especially since the school building was so quiet—only the two of them were in the classroom.

It was the hottest time of the afternoon, but since it was early spring, the temperature was just right.

The warm air brushed against the skin like feathers, making her feel tingly inside.

Ye Shiyu opened her mouth, but the words meant to end the hypnosis got stuck in her throat.

She really wanted to hear Xiaohuan call her "Older Sister."

That kind of name used in movies to obscure identity.

Desire began to spread from the void, making the phone in her hand seemingly glow brighter.

Then—

—just this one last command. Hear him say "Older Sister," then end the hypnosis.

With that thought, Ye Shiyu’s voice came out soft and slightly impatient as she said,

"Xiaohuan, say 'Older Sister' to me."

Older Sister?

The hypnotized Yan Huan looked slightly confused, but the muscles in his throat itched first.

Compelled to speak, he had no choice but to open his mouth.

"Older Sister."

Hearing the soft utterance she had longed for, Ye Shiyu’s pupils constricted ever so slightly.

In her ears, her heartbeat returned, rhythmic and intoxicating—

*Thump. Thump. Thump.*

'So. So good.'

But he wasn’t even looking at her, and his expression remained blank.

That was nice too, but—

—it still felt like something was missing.

Then—

—one last command.

After this, she would definitely end the hypnosis.

Ye Shiyu told herself this again in her heart.

"Xiaohuan."

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke,

"Please look at me… and then smile as you call me 'Older Sister,' okay?"

Instantly, the command coursed through Yan Huan’s facial muscles—but was nullified by his Perfect Expression Control.

When he had said "Older Sister" earlier, Ye Shiyu’s face had cracked slightly, allowing Yan Huan to catch a glimpse of the excitement leaking from her heart.

'No way.'

(*) Note for line 32: "Women's Section" likely refers to a genre-specific adult content category popular on Asian media sites, particularly aimed at female audiences.

Realizing something, Yan Huan felt a bit incredulous, as if he'd just uncovered a peculiar secret of someone else's.

After a brief silence, Yan Huan slowly lifted his gaze to meet Ye Shiyu's eyes.

Then, he smiled faintly and spoke softly to her again.

"Older Sister." It was a quiet afternoon in an empty classroom, just the two of them. The handsome boy stood bathed in sunlight.

The moment he smiled, it was as if he became one with the light pouring in from outside.

The dull haze of hypnosis was hidden beneath the warmth of that smile, making it feel like Ye Shiyu had never used the hypnosis app at all.

Yan Huan's incredibly vivid and charming smile made that single word—"Older Sister"—transcend warmth and take on a more affectionate tone.

*Thump. Thump. Thump.*

It felt like a scene from a movie had come to life, compelling her to act just like the female lead would.

A dark desire in Ye Shiyu’s heart seemed to take shape on her phone screen, the sticky purple hue appearing especially ominous.

She blinked, her long lashes casting shadows as she looked down, her black hair highlighting the blush on her cheeks.

'No. No, I can’t.'

'I already said—that was the last wish. How could I go back on it?'

Ye Shiyu's face flushed, and the right hand that had been about to reach for Yan Huan was suddenly pinned down by her left.

As her heart tumbled into inner conflict, her conscience and desire entered a boxing ring.

She glanced at the phone and realized only a few minutes had passed. Nearly ten minutes remained—ten minutes to do anything she wanted.

'Then... how about issuing one last command to end the hypnosis? That sounds fair, right?'

'No, no! You've already given two commands!'

'What are you even planning to do next?'

'This is a classroom! And just now, he even kindly helped you fix your computer.'

'It was your own fault for visiting that kind of site and breaking it. You asked him for help—and now you're repaying kindness with betrayal?'

'Ye Shiyu, are you really this despicable?'

Conscience delivered a powerful blow, knocking desire to the floor, leaving it unable to rise.

Wonderful!

In the mental boxing ring, Ye Shiyu's "panting" conscience looked down triumphantly at the defeated desire.

But it didn't expect desire to remain motionless, as if it had a secret weapon.

In the next moment, desire took a deep breath and shouted in her heart,

'But right now, you can do anything! He's hypnotized! The app will wipe his memory afterward—what’s the problem?!'

'What?!'

Conscience reeled in shock as desire’s momentum surged again.

'That’s right. I have this tool. So even if I do something, it won’t hurt Yan Huan at all.'

'As long as he doesn’t notice anything strange afterward, it’s like nothing ever happened.'

'The app still has time left, and within that window, just one last command.'

"Xiaohuan."

After a long struggle, Ye Shiyu finally seemed to make up her mind and addressed Yan Huan.

Her voice trembled slightly, but this time it wasn’t from guilt or regret—

It was excitement.

Like a moviegoer watching the thrilling climax of a film.

Ye Shiyu's face was flushed. Her palm gripped the phone tightly as she looked up at Yan Huan and commanded,

"Can you become the younger brother who loves his older sister the most—and act spoiled with her?"

'???'

'No way.'

'Huh?'

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, Yan Huan’s brain felt like it had been struck by a blunt object, completely stunned.

'Shiyu-sis, your XP is kind of weird.'

(*) XP = fetish or preference (slang, often used in fandoms or anime culture)

'Siblings are just siblings. They can't be—'

'Whatever. Sis, you have a hypnosis app. You make the rules.'

The most ridiculous part was that not only did Yan Huan mentally freeze up, but even the hypnotized part seemed to crash—no command was executed for a few seconds.

It was as if even the app didn’t know how to interpret “the younger brother who loves his older sister the most” and “act spoiled.”

A few seconds later, an itch rose in his throat, prompting words that were so cringeworthy, imagining them made him break out in goosebumps.

The kind of words that would result in guaranteed social death if spoken aloud.

'You call that acting spoiled?'

'Ye Shiyu, you forgot to clear your browsing history and used hypnosis to avoid social death—but now, I haven’t even done anything, and you’re using hypnosis to socially kill me instead?'

'Then don’t blame me.'

Yan Huan’s heart darkened. He had no intention of obediently repeating the humiliating lines the hypnosis app was feeding him.

After a brief pause, he flashed a bright, sunny smile.

Under Ye Shiyu's expectant gaze, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.

*Pa!*

Her soft, boneless little hand was instantly engulfed in his scorching warmth. Compared to Yan Huan, her hand felt like early spring—cold and delicate.

"!!"

Ye Shiyu’s expression changed as her entire face flushed, as if burned by his body heat.

It was the first time in her life she had ever been this physically close to a boy. She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was firm, like iron clamps.

"Xiao Xiaohuan..."

She couldn’t take it. Feeling overwhelmed, she instinctively opened her mouth to refuse.

But before she could say, "Let go of me," Yan Huan seized the moment and cut in.

He looked up at her, his eyes warm as he said,

"Older Sister."

That one phrase froze Ye Shiyu in place—she actually forgot to resist.

She stared blankly at Yan Huan, and suddenly her hands began pulling harder, as if trying to close the gap between them.

'Ah. Ah?'

'No! This isn’t the kind of spoiled I meant!'

'He’s pulling too hard—'

'And it’s way too sudden! I wasn’t prepared at all!'

Only now did Ye Shiyu realize that perhaps Yan Huan took “acting spoiled” as a cue for physical affection.

Hypnosis would carry out her command, yes—but how it did so needed to be more clearly defined.

Just like a not-so-smart AI—it requires training to produce a model that truly understands human intent.

Even more terrifying was the sudden echo of footsteps outside.

It sounded like some students from Class A were returning!

*Thump thump thump.*

'No... this can’t be happening...'

Amid her wildly beating heart, Yan Huan still refused to release her hand.

She struggled, but couldn’t break free. In her panic, she even forgot to issue the stop command.

If someone discovered Yan Huan in this abnormal state, wouldn’t that mean—

Her cheeks turned crimson, her eyes slightly wet—but it was unclear if it was due to excitement or distress.

Just like that one word—"Older Sister"—Yan Huan's voice had become a spell, rendering Ye Shiyu unable to resist his excessive behavior.

Seeing her like this, Yan Huan was honestly at a loss for words.

Just like when he was hypnotized at Ye Lan's house—she really had a knack for these brain-dead ideas.

'Why not just say something? Just issue a stop command—wouldn’t that fix everything?'

But at the critical moment, it wasn't Ye Shiyu who broke the tension—it was a voice from outside the door.

"It’s Bai Yi, she came to school today!"

"How rare."

Turns out it wasn’t Class A students returning after all.

The voice outside snapped Ye Shiyu back to reality. She quickly spoke,

"Xiao Xiaohuan, stop."

Yan Huan’s movements froze, and he immediately let go of her hands.

Ye Shiyu stepped back slightly, still visibly shaken, her eyes darting between him and their recently joined hands.

'This...'

'If Xiaohuan really loved an older sister the most... would he do something like that?'

Ye Shiyu was confused, her heart swirling with an emotion she couldn’t quite name.

Meanwhile, the noise outside continued—a stark contrast to the heavy silence that lingered inside the Class A classroom.

"Where did she go?"

"Didn't someone from the support club just see Bai Yi heading toward the teaching building?"

"That's fake news!"

*Gan!*

(*) Note for line 204: "Gan" is a Chinese slang expression often used to convey frustration or annoyance; it can be loosely translated as "Damn!" or "Crap!" depending on context.

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