On Wednesday night, moonlight like diluted ink spilled into the room. As agreed, this night belonged to Yuhan.
The air conditioner in the room emitted a faint hum. Yuan lay on the bed, his heartbeat sounding especially heavy in the silence. Since the "rotation system" began, he felt like a body rented by different souls on different nights.
1. The Original Intent of Awakening
Yuhan lay on her side next to Yuan, her hair carrying a faint scent of soap. She looked at Yuan's profile, which appeared somewhat haggard under the moonlight, and felt a twinge of heartache, but more than that, an urgent possessiveness.
"An…" Yuhan called softly, her voice carrying a water-like tenderness. She slowly took Yuan's injured hand, whose bandages had just been removed, and gently pressed it against her rising and falling chest.
"Do you still remember… what it felt like when you first realized you liked me?"
Yuan's palm felt that astonishing softness and the rapid heartbeat. Unbidden, scenes from childhood to now flashed through his mind: her profile in the library, her back holding an umbrella in the rain, and that bloody first kiss in the darkroom. That purest, most primal infatuation with his elder sister broke through the numbness of recent days at that moment.
"I remember." Yuan's voice was hoarse. He turned over and tightly embraced Yuhan.
2. The Truth Beneath the Fabric
"Since you can't tell us apart… then now, you can reach inside and see if the touch… is exactly as you imagined."
These words were like a forbidden pardon. Yuan's hand trembled as he slowly unbuttoned the first button of Yuhan's silk pajamas, then the second, the third… As the pajamas slid open to both sides and moonlight fell upon her delicate collarbones and those snow-white, pure rises, Yuan's breathing completely unraveled.
He reached out, fingertips gently climbing that sacred hill. With no bra to obstruct, the touch was warm, astonishingly soft, and possessed the firm elasticity unique to a young girl. Yuan no longer held back. He covered it with his palm, feeling the wonderful fullness spilling between his fingers.
"Ah… An…" Yuhan let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly.
Yuan lowered his head, burying himself in that enchanting softness. He took the ruby-like trembling bud into his mouth, his tongue gently teasing and sucking. That flavor mixed with milky scent and body heat made Yuhan feel a heat surge from her chest straight to her lower abdomen, her whole body as if on fire, her nails unconsciously digging into Yuan's back.
3. The Edge of Collapse
Desire was like a wildfire out of control. Yuan's hand slid along her flat abdomen and probed into the edge of her narrow panties.
His fingertips touched an astonishing, dew-like muddy wetness. That hot, sticky sensation symbolized Yuhan's deepest desire. Yuan's mind exploded instantly. He rolled on top of Yuhan, his body's instinct craving a deeper union.
"Sis…" he murmured, his movements becoming urgent and bold.
However, when Yuan tried to remove the final barrier, Yuhan suddenly grabbed his wrist. She panted heavily, her eyes dazed yet carrying a trace of final panic and shyness.
"An… wait… I-I'm not ready yet…" she pushed him away, her voice tinged with sobs. "It's too fast… I'm really scared…"
That conservatism and shame from the honor student elder sister triumphed over possessiveness at this moment. Yuan froze in place, desire abruptly cut off at its peak.
Yuhan hugged Yuan tightly, resting her head on his chest, steadying her ragged breathing. "Sorry, An… give me a little more time…"
Yuan silently lay back down. In the darkness, he could feel the dampness and warmth lingering on his fingertips. In this "first come, first served" competition, although Yuhan had taken the lead, she withdrew her hand at the last moment out of fear.
4. The Ghost Beyond the Wall
In the next room, Yuxi stared fixedly at the wall. She heard the rustle of fabric, Yuhan's suppressed moans, and Yuan's heavy breathing.
She had fully upheld the "no sabotage" agreement, but her soul was being gnawed raw by jealousy in the darkness. She imagined how Yuan was now buried in his sister's embrace, imagined that wetness she too longed to be touched.
When the next room fell silent, Yuxi slowly loosened her clenched fist, her palm marked with blood from her nails.
"Sister… you really are too timid after all." Yuxi revealed a cold smile to the darkness. "Since you don't dare to cross over, then tomorrow… it'll be my turn to completely destroy his sanity."