Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

Chapter 204 It’s Over

12 month 2 day.

early.

I occasionally actively seek out a state of virtual daze. Of course, there is no such word in textbooks, but I just think so.

Simply focus your sight on a certain point and actively filter out other clutter. It's like opening a wide aperture to blur the background when taking a photo of someone. Pursue depth of field.

What on earth made those holes?
The size is perfectly adequate for a van.

"...I'll go down and take a look."

The temperature has dropped a bit today. I can no longer bend over and expose my neck shamelessly.

My brother-in-law wore a jacket with a stand-up collar, not caring about his image at all… He turned up his collar. Particles of snow occasionally fell on his shoulders and hair… It was easy to form a picture that I thought was perfect.

If I could take a good picture of it, I might choose to use it as my computer wallpaper.

Ok.

Of course it can’t be a mobile phone wallpaper. Wouldn’t it be the end if someone saw it?

Isn't the skewed and twisted building dangerous? Even though it looks like the two sides together form a triangle.

What if people go in and the place collapses?
"Okay. Then I'll find a place to wait here. You can call brother-in-law if you need anything."

If you have any problem, you can shout immediately.

I also felt that if the building collapsed... I would die and my brother-in-law would be buried underground.

Is there something wrong with your thinking?

"..."

I watched my brother-in-law hammer the expansion bolts into place, then tie the ropes and go down without changing his expression. It must be very deep and high, and it would take at least half a minute to hear the echo after throwing something down.

He just had a small flashlight and a rope tied to his wrist, and he fell down without changing his expression.

There is a difference between my sister and I.

When my sister was in high school, there were many men who were attracted to her by her appearance, temperament, and family background. There is no doubt that anyone who dares to confess to such a dazzling sister must have an excellent image on the surface.

But soon, as they were ruthlessly defeated one after another, they were even defeated to the point of losing their will. Unfriendly names such as ice face, gossip, and female fist were spread. The charm of the sister's appearance was still there, but no one dared to confess to her casually.

What is the difference between me and you?

I don't hate men as much as my sister. I'm not as charming as my sister at the beginning, attracting so many confessions. After all, I always wear sportswear and don't deliberately pursue "decency" like my sister. It seems that it will be easier to get along with, right?

So, they would always send me some inexplicable messages after three days or a week. My view on men is that we are all in the same school, so why should we be so distant? I am also a human being, and I need to socialize. But they seem to be just like my bestie said, they only think with their lower body.

I gradually understood what my sister said before. The boys in school are very immature. When they see a girl, they always focus on her appearance and figure first, then look at themselves... If they think there is an opportunity, they will come and cling to her.

But what if society, men and women are originally structured like this?
In other words, men are meant to look at women with scrutiny and selection, and women are meant to accept being selected. Marriage is a derivative of the law of animals, in order to increase the ability to resist risks.

I was confused for a long time.

Until I saw with my own eyes that there were office workers who looked like homeless people on the train, chewing cheap bread without paying attention to the surprised and disgusted looks of people around them. Crumbs flew everywhere.

That is definitely uncivilized behavior.

But I suddenly understood. My sister was in a nursing home and couldn't recover and integrate back into normal life. Just because I'm not in a nursing home, does that mean I can integrate?

There is no necessary connection between the two.

Originally, I would grow up little by little, enrich my knowledge little by little, and develop a normal view of others in a normal society. But now it is different, and my life trajectory has changed.

I look at men and I judge them.

He's fancy and doesn't like it.

He's a jock, so he must always stink. Better not get too close to me.

He looks good, has a good family background, and good grades, but he is not as good as my brother-in-law. Why do I come to this conclusion? My brother-in-law is not handsome, and he doesn't have the body to participate in a bodybuilding competition. His speech and manners are not very elegant. Even my brother-in-law and I don't have the same hobbies.

At first, it was just a comparison. The more I compared, the more I fell into the memories that I had beautified.

I watched Leon the Professional alone in my private theater at home. I think that was when I got the idea to write… I wanted to draw a story where adults and children could finally have a happy ending.

Anyone who can laugh at that kind of story must be a terrible person.

But I just wanted to be happy at that time, because my sister and my father... all thought I was normal. I was hope and a role model.

The more I recall, the more I draw… I dream about what I think about during the day. I dreamed about some not-so-healthy scenes.

When I get to the critical point, I will wake up immediately.

That's easy to understand too.

After all, I have no experience and I have no idea what to do. Even if I dreamed that the people in the bathroom were me and my brother-in-law, and my sister was me waiting at the door, I would not know what to do secretly in there.

'Do you have a website like that?'

'ha? ’

Of course my best friend would be very surprised. After all, I have always been a good kid, so asking her for a porn website or something like that is unimaginable, right?
"At most I'll go to b2 to read some fan fiction."

Fan fiction?

'It's Nantong. Handsome guy, please stay.'

not interested.

"I don't know what's wrong with you... let me ask."

It is easy for a girlfriend to pull a boy from the fish pond and ask about the resource website. She complained that the man she was chatting with would definitely ask her this kind of question specifically, thinking that there was a chance.

I stupidly opened the website with QQ, but it was blocked by the security center. I shamelessly asked my best friend and found out that I had to copy the URL to the browser to open it. That was my first time to enter a risky web page with a red exclamation mark, and the various flashing ads made me feel uncomfortable.

'...'

So this is how men and women are.

It's like it was specially prepared by the Creator when he created humans. Women just happen to have a depression, and men just happen to have a place to make up for it.

Even though there are mosaics, it doesn't prevent me from imagining what it looks like.

After all, I am a reference. I also learned about the structure of men in physiology class.

I have doubts...

I have heard that kind of noise before, and I have heard the noises from my sister and brother-in-law next door in the supermarket. At that time, I thought that my sister and brother-in-law were arguing and my sister was crying.

Now I know it’s not about quarreling or crying.

Will it be comfortable?
I can't imagine.

But it doesn't stop me from dreaming. As if in response to me, I won't wake up suddenly at the critical moment when I dream about staying in the bathroom with my brother-in-law. There is a follow-up.

At that time, I simply found something wrong with my body after getting up. I also came to the conclusion that at least in my dream, I did something with my brother-in-law that was probably not much different from what I did with my sister, so it wouldn't hurt.

My sister is stupid.

I told her that love requires courage and directness.

But I was just a half-baked person. How could I be so absolute? I couldn't even confirm whether my brother-in-law was my brother-in-law at first. My father told me that if I could fool my sister... I could let my 'brother-in-law' play the role of my brother-in-law.

I was tormented for a while. But fortunately, my brother-in-law didn't need to play the role of brother-in-law. Because he was himself. My sister is not so easy to be deceived. My brother-in-law is not so easy to play either.

But here comes the problem.

My brother-in-law will marry my sister. He will definitely do that.

When my brother-in-law is not around, my sister and I are no different. We both cannot see our brother-in-law, and we both live in a society that already feels detached. It’s just that I hide it very well, while my sister suffers more than me, and there is no need to hide it.

Now my brother-in-law is back from the dead. Although it is unbelievable, it is the fact.

I bought the plane ticket excitedly, but then I thought about the dream I had and I gave up in despair.

From that moment on, I knew that I had committed a grave sin and had disrespected my sister and brother-in-law.

I shouldn't...recall so often, and demand so often that it brings me relaxing dreams like an addiction. If I had realized it earlier, I would definitely still be a lovely sister.

I had already started apologizing at that time.

'sorry. ’

I… got emotionally involved in the process of recalling the past. Too much fantasy and emotion would give me a pleasure like being addicted, but in reality, all of this would backfire, and after I finally saw my brother-in-law and sister being so sweet together, it became a source of pain.

just now.

Peeping into the bottomless hole. Debris and rubble were scattered around. Looking up, tall buildings were still standing outside... but they were all a little crooked. Like a undried clay sculpture that was deformed after being shaken.

The snow never faded from my sight. I squatted alone in the lobby a little further inside the cave. It should be the lobby of some company, right? There were some tables and sofas that were deformed by the concrete blocks... For some reason, the ground wire inside the wall was taken out, maybe they were planning to do some renovation.

"..."

Dream world.

dream.

I held out my hand, and it was clean... The lines on it were commonly known as a broken palm. They said that a broken palm represented a relationship or fate that one had been thinking about all the time, and it would suddenly and forcibly be severed.

I wasn't dreaming. If I was dreaming, I shouldn't have felt the deformed table corner hitting my butt when I sat down.

"what."

I won’t feel cold and can’t help but blow out hot air and hold it in my palms.

I’ve done shit.

I mean, every day I let my brother-in-law touch me after he fell asleep. It was like Pandora's box. I thought it would be over once, but it turned out to be the last time. I thought it would be over in ten seconds, but watching my brother-in-law not feel anything, it took countless more seconds.

Being touched by my brother-in-law was different from the self-satisfaction and security I imagined on my own.

He can really touch any part of me that I want to be played with. When I think of my sister's gentle smile, I feel a strong sense of guilt.

But the shameful thing is... I can't help but have a stronger response.

I used my brother-in-law's hand.

I was touched by the baby cafeteria, muttering to myself, shamelessly asking him to decide between me and my sister. I even directly enlarged the gap between my legs and held them.

I heard.

Being teased by someone you like... can easily become weird. It seems to be true.

My most precious thing should be given to the man I truly love, the man who can accompany me for the rest of my life.

My brother-in-law doesn't meet the criteria. He has an older sister, and she's pregnant.

But now I have only one thing on my mind.

If only...

How about letting me become an adult through your hands?

It's a pity that I couldn't move my hand any further. But even this level was enough to make me tremble.

It turned out to be like this...

The woman in the material would be in that strange state. I gradually understood.

Trembling, restrained.

I can feel the baby's canteen congestion and the reaction.

This means...wanting more.

Ok.

That's why I wrapped my legs around my brother-in-law's hands.

That was shameless and despicable. It was a rotten thing to hide in one's heart, thinking that no one would know.

But no.

why?

The temperature of my brother-in-law's left hand was abnormal. It was like he had been holding something with sufficient heat for a long time. Moreover, that hand had obviously never touched me. At most, I just asked that hand to hug me or touch my face.

"Suck it."

I put my brother-in-law's hand to my lips. I didn't know what the smell was, but it was definitely not the weather or the quilt.

A bit greasy.

Some smell of sweat.

I have something itchy on my chin, very light... you can't even notice it if you don't look closely. It's hair.

"..."

Instantly, my body tensed.

It all became clear at once.

All of a sudden it all connected.

Why did my brother-in-law suddenly force me to change into appropriate clothes and make up so many excuses? If my brother-in-law really wanted me to protect myself better, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to explain so much. He would have asked directly. He would have explained after I asked.

When my brother-in-law takes a second look at me in a workout outfit that flatters my figure, it's not just because the outfit is provocative... it's because he's awake. He sees all the shit I do.

"..."

I sat on the floor next to the table, hugging my knees.

Brother-in-law, when will he show up? It's getting dark.

I'm not afraid.

Because I know very well that my brother-in-law will never abandon me.

The temperature seemed to drop again. I hunched my shoulders and hugged my knees.

Sitting cross-legged at this angle... your safety pants will be visible. What if you don't have safety pants?
Stockings.

I know my brother-in-law likes that kind of stuff. I'm not stupid, why my sister would change into different styles of pantyhose every day... I understand now.

can not stop.

Ever since I confirmed that my brother-in-law was awake, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

What does my brother-in-law think?

How does my brother-in-law feel?

What is my brother-in-law going to do to me?

Scold? Despise? Persuade?

Or...accept it?
Maybe my brother-in-law is lonely? My sister said that my brother-in-law is very lustful, maybe... he is also interested in me?

It was just that he couldn't speak up. He couldn't speak up to his sister-in-law, even if she was so rotten... he couldn't speak up.

"..."

The wind blew my hair in front of my eyes.

I finally saw a figure crawling out of the pit, carrying a flesh-colored object. It was the monster I hated.

"Brother-in-law encountered something dangerous?"

"Not really. To this extent."

"..."

There is a feeling that is hard to extricate oneself from.

Maybe it's an excuse.

Anyway, I suddenly understood my sister's feelings. Why did she want her brother-in-law to stay in the supermarket without doing anything? I was the same.

Hmm. Or is it just an excuse?
I thought, if that kind of thing would be very happy, why wouldn't I do it?
I can.

I do.

I'm already a rotten thing, I don't care if it gets worse. My brother-in-law already knows about it, even if he doesn't say anything... he can't treat me as his sister anymore. He will definitely think about my body, maybe restrain himself or keep silent.

I have to leave here tomorrow. Where should I go? Will I be able to leave this dream faster by following a path that my brother-in-law knows but I didn't ask and I don't know?

"I still think this meat is a bit disgusting. Brother-in-law, please eat more if you can."

Actually, I’m not that pretentious.

I am just gradually experiencing the various feelings my sister has towards her brother-in-law, which I once could not understand.

Why do you care so much about your brother-in-law?

She was so kind as to tidy up her brother-in-law's clothes and smooth out the wrinkles.

Why did I keep looking at my brother-in-law even though I was so hungry? I was eating with big mouthfuls of food, which made me feel strange.

And why did he always complain to me, who was still a child at that time, that my brother-in-law didn't understand women's hearts at all?

I understand now. I thought the same thing.

I don’t care whether the environment is good or bad. As long as we sleep together and are close to each other, it’s fine. If you are willing to touch me… I will definitely be so happy that I can’t help myself.

If you accept me, I will cry.

Eat more. These are all my brother-in-law's achievements. I can't do anything useful. There is nothing that consumes much energy.

12 month 3 day.

early morning.

"..."

After my brother-in-law fell asleep, I tiptoed out to the room where clothes were piled to find a suitable one.

No.

I went to the damp basement floor to find a better one.

Actually, I am very inferior, right?
Otherwise, I wouldn't have only thought about the underwear that my sister asked me to choose. How would my sister feel when she put it on? Would she feel ashamed because the baby cafeteria exposed too much and was too provocative?

This kind of shorts looks like it covers a lot. But in fact, the important parts are hazy and semi-transparent. The lace decoration around the edges is completely see-through. After it is pulled up to the waist, I feel like there is air leaking when I walk.

I turned on the flashlight.

I looked in the mirror and braided my hair bit by bit. My hands were shaking.

I saw my cheeks flushed in the mirror. I had never been dressed so obscenely before. I didn't have the habit of changing clothes for anyone.

"Sister... I'm not bad either."

"My figure and appearance..."

"Am I... the same as you were when you were 18?"

My brother-in-law is not a good person.

I later thought about it and realized that my sister had been coerced to a certain extent in the beginning. And I actually hoped that I would experience the same thing as my sister.

"It's already... impossible for her to be my sister anymore."

Right?

So I have to go and I have to do it.

Letting my thoughts ferment, thinking about the bad results, thinking about how we will drift apart after I get out... I can't stand it.

My legs are still shaking.

The cool touch of black stockings and the soft feedback of high heels.

pat pat pat.

Better take off your high heels. I can't stand that noise, at least not now.

"Brother-in-law, you have feelings for me."

"He wants that, too."

"Ah."

"He's interested in me, just respond to that interest... don't think about anything else."

"..."

Gradually, I calmed down. Calmer than I thought, I pushed open my brother-in-law's half-closed door. There was no moon, and the flashlight was off. Naturally, I couldn't see anything clearly.

I can only reach out and touch it.

My brother-in-law's body is completely different from mine, he is very strong. Because he doesn't have a razor, he has a lot of beard.

Can you see it?

Do I look... obscene now?
You know how to unfasten it, right? Front button, just press it and it will open.

Will you see it?

There are no safety pants anymore. Only shorts so thin that they can't even be considered a line of defense.

Black stockings... I can wear them too. Maybe not as good as my sister, but I'm definitely not bad. My bestie always says that my legs are just right.

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have chosen to run every morning.

My skin is not as white as my sister's. At least my wrists and calves are not that white.

Awake, but silent.

Do you want me to take the initiative?
It doesn't matter. I know my brother-in-law has many things to consider, about me, about my sister, about other wives. And all I have to consider is...

"Wow..."

Like this, kneel on the mattress with one leg. Let you know that I am about to start.

Still no response.

That is tacit consent.

Then I lifted my other leg up, and this time I wanted to sit on my brother-in-law's stomach. Of course, even if I was light, I would still weigh about 100 pounds, and my stomach would definitely feel uncomfortable if I really sat on it.

So I put the weight on my legs. The drum just needs to be just barely touching and felt.

what.

If you like someone, will you think this way? Will my sister do the same? Of course I will.

Are your clothes lifted up?

It will directly contact my skin drum. My stomach is very hot. Haha, I can't feel obvious abdominal muscles after falling asleep. Could it be that I deliberately inhaled a little before so that I could feel it more clearly?

But it doesn't matter if you don't have abs. What does it matter if you have abs or not? I'm not sitting like this for that kind of thing.

I'm going to kiss.

Still no opinion?

I am a little obsessed. Some whiskers prick my chin, and my brother-in-law's lips are a little chapped...but the lip gloss I just applied smells good, right? It can also moisturize my brother-in-law's lips.

what.

Got it. Behind the drum, I felt it. Something trying to break through the pants.

I didn't dare touch it before because I was afraid my brother-in-law would wake up.

It doesn't matter now.

I can hold it.

And then... is this uncomfortable?
Then, do you want to touch the baby cafeteria? It doesn’t matter, I want to do this, I am shameless... holding my brother-in-law’s hand. It’s all my fault.

Brother-in-law, don't think too much. Just put all the blame on me. I'm a sister who grew up to be a bitch.

Can't continue the performance?

I had such strong evidence in my hands that I could feel its fluctuations even through my pants.

Really.

Even after all this, my baby cafeteria still has no charm? It doesn't matter if you press it a little.

I covered my brother-in-law's hand which was resting motionlessly on my chest.

I feel a little dizzy and my head feels congested.

so shy.

Not only was the brain congested, but the baby's canteen was also congested. My brother-in-law must have caught the change completely.

and so.

I'm going to speak.

"That's true..."

"Actually, my brother-in-law has been awake all the time. Right?"

Then, as a mischievous move, he tightened his grip a little more.

He asked in an almost trembling tone.

"..."

I felt my brother-in-law trying to pull his hand away, but I could still increase my strength to stop him.

Is it not good?
Compared to my sister, it’s not bad, right?

I'm going to continue.

Poor, hateful, wanted.

“That’s too much.”

"My brother-in-law just watched me like this... doing terrible things."

"unacceptable."

"so……"

Continue, pressing your brother-in-law's hand even harder.

"Brother-in-law...can you feel it?"

"My heart is beating really fast right now. Super super super fast... I feel like it's going to jump out."

"..."

"Brother-in-law, you don't have to be patient."

"Do whatever you want to me. Well, I can do anything. I am willing to do anything. As long as I am your brother-in-law."

"..."

There are thoughts coming and going.

This means that my brother-in-law has strong feelings for me.

So happy.

Brother-in-law, you didn't treat me as a child. You treated me as a woman.

so shy.

If my brother-in-law saw me now, he would be embarrassed to know my current state.

"Xiao Xi..."

"don't want!!!"

why?

When I heard my brother-in-law's tone, which seemed to be very entangled and sad, I got angry.

Many images that I couldn’t capture flashed through my mind.

An inexplicable sadness almost rose to my throat.

As a result, I couldn't help but roar.

"..."

"Brother-in-law, please...don't talk."

I leaned over and continued to kiss him eagerly. The dead skin on my brother-in-law's lips disappeared, and I smoothed them all down.

"Brother-in-law, kiss me, does it feel good?"

"..."

"Just treat me as your sister, isn't it the same?"

"..."

"Look, I'm wearing the same clothes as my sister, and I have manicures too... I have a nice figure, right?"

"..."

"Brother-in-law, please... don't reject me. You can even call me Yao. Please... don't even think about anything."

What the hell am I talking about?
Why are you crying again?
it's OK.

I'm calm and I can do more.

Unzip your brother-in-law's pants.

Everyone says that men think with their lower body... My brother-in-law does the same, right? Just start right away.

"Xiao Xi."

"..."

"I have always treated you as my own sister."

I couldn't move. I also forgot that I should bear the weight on my legs and couldn't sit directly on my brother-in-law's stomach.

Why am I thinking about weight bearing now?

There are more thoughts than my mind can handle.

"Don't think about anything. Put on my coat first."

"..."

I made a very serious mistake.

That's what my sister wants to avoid as much as possible. It will cause trouble for my brother-in-law.

I was shaking all over, and rightly so, because I was afraid.

It's over.

From now on, I will not be a sister, nor will I be treated as a woman. I will just be a stranger that I don’t want to meet.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

Why did my sister cut her hands to hurt herself?
Will that really relieve the pain?

(End of this chapter)