Great, we're doomed now!

But she couldn't help herself. Was it curiosity, resentment, or... fear that her younger sister would be bullied?

After all, it sounded somewhat painful and repressed.

So, in a daze, she leaned closer... peering through the gap in the slightly ajar glass door, she saw that the bathroom lights were off, only the vanity light was on. The light wasn't bright, but it was enough to see what was inside.

Then her pupils suddenly contracted!

Volume 11: To the Day of Destiny: Chapter 504: Now, You Are the Challenger (4K)

Tornado froze, her eyes pressed against the crack in the door, her pupils trembling slightly, reflecting the overlapping figures in the bathroom.

The warm yellow light made the two figures stand out clearly, one tall and upright, the other with graceful curves, pressed tightly together, moving rhythmically like a dance.

Her face flushed instantly, turning red from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears!

This is unacceptable... at a time like this... have you even a little common sense?!

Tornado used her telekinesis to support her body as she slowly descended, concealing her presence to the extreme without making a sound. However, when her toes touched the ground, her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed. In the end, she managed to sit down slowly on the carpet in the corridor with her legs together.

She leaned against the wall, covered her face with her hands, and gasped for breath, like a drowning person who had finally climbed ashore.

……how so?

She knew she should leave, now, immediately, right away... using her superpowers to fly away!

Back in my room, I locked the door, covered myself with the blanket, and pretended I hadn't seen anything that day.

But she had no strength in her legs and couldn't remember how to use her superpowers at all... What's wrong with me?

—The thought swirled in my mind, only to be drowned out by the sounds coming from the bathroom.

Tornado found herself helplessly huddled in a corner, just like an ordinary person who had done something wrong, barely able to breathe.

The rustling sound continued. Tornado covered her ears, but the sound seemed to penetrate her skin, seeping through her fingers and into her mind, impossible to shake off.

Her ears were burning red... After hesitating for a few seconds, she couldn't help but turn to the side again, peek her head out slightly, and look back inside with her eyes.

The two people in the bathroom changed positions. Now, all you could see was Fubuki with her back to her, her hands on the sink, her waist bent into a flexible arc. Then, Ye Shou walked over and blocked Tatsumaki's view.

It was like he was giving her a back rub. The man stood behind her, one hand on her waist and the other between her shoulder blades, as if afraid she would slip.

...Tornado didn't know why she was looking, but she just couldn't take her eyes off it. The scene seemed to have some kind of magic, fixing her gaze firmly there, and she couldn't bear to blink.

They look so alike... The two sisters used to be quite different, so I didn't have this feeling, but now Tornado is like looking at another version of herself lying there, and she can't help but imagine what would happen if it were her...

Her breathing grew hotter and hotter, as if a small beast was rampaging through her chest, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Tornado instinctively pressed her hand to her chest, trying to control her racing heartbeat, but what she touched was a soft and elastic texture—she was stunned for a moment.

Oh, right, it's not a small hill anymore...

(Actually, even before it "grew up," the tornado wasn't flat; it was still somewhat round.)

This wasn't the feeling she was familiar with. Before, when she pressed her palm down, she could almost touch her ribs directly; her skin was as flat as a young girl's, at most at the level of a middle school girl who had just started puberty. But now, her fingers were sinking into something soft and warm. Although it wasn't huge, it was just the right size to hold in one hand.

Perhaps it was just too perfect and too easy to handle, because she subconsciously squeezed it twice.

"..."

Tornado lowered her head, looking at the slightly bulging curves under her pajamas, then glanced at the two overlapping figures in the bathroom, her mind wandering.

She didn't remove her hand; after the initial tentative probe, she bravely launched another attack. Her fingertips pressed down gently, feeling the unfamiliar elasticity... then she applied a little more pressure, as if confirming something or savoring it.

When you press your finger down, it sinks in a little, and when you release it, it bounces back. That wonderful, peculiar sensation, similar to that of a water balloon, makes her cherry lips part slightly.

Tornado didn't know what she wanted to do, but she felt quite comfortable like this. She just subconsciously and slowly rubbed her palms... The touch of her palms went from unfamiliar to familiar, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. Her breath hit her arm and it was almost burning hot.

"Hmm~"

She bit her lip, trying her best not to let her voice escape, but the suppressed gasps still echoed in the corridor, each one clearer than the last.

She can't hear her own voice now; all her attention is focused on the sensations and the images through the crack in the door, her ears automatically filtering out everything else.

However, the sounds in the bathroom suddenly decreased... In the scene that could not be seen from the angle of the door crack but could be seen from the reflection in the mirror, Fubuki, who was originally very engrossed, suddenly raised her hand and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her eyes widened, her pupils reflecting surprise and panic, as if something unexpected had happened to her. Then her body trembled slightly, as if trying to break free, but the man behind her didn't let go.

The moisture made the mirror a little blurry, but Tornado could vaguely see Ye Shou's arm reaching out from behind, one hand firmly encircling Fubuki's waist, and the other hand supporting her from the shoulders down, with an irresistible force.

Fubuki struggled a few times, but finding she couldn't break free, she simply lowered her head and bit his forearm... This wasn't teasing; it was a genuine, embarrassed, and angry bite.

But Ye Shou did not let go.

He even seemed to have become more "arrogant".

Tornado couldn't see the specific details clearly, only that the two figures were swaying more violently, and water splashed on the tiles with a crackling sound. Fubuki's body suddenly tensed up, like a fully drawn bow, and then went limp again, her waist unable to support her at all. She leaned against Ye Shou's chest, only her right hand stubbornly covering her mouth.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was pain or joy.

Tornado paused for a moment, then suddenly felt her heart pounding at a dangerously high rate.

Her hand was still on her chest, but somehow it had slipped inside her pajamas. The cool fingertips against her burning skin sent a strange, tingling sensation through her.

Her legs rubbed together restlessly, like the sweltering heat before a summer downpour, causing her sweat to soak through her pajama bottoms without her realizing it. This was truly embarrassing, but what made her feel even more suffocated was the constant, unreleased sense of frustration.

Without realizing it, his other hand reached down...

—A miscalculation.

This is probably a physiological problem that neither Ye Shou nor Long Juan could have foreseen:

Hormones.

Tornado and Fubuki are sisters who are very similar in many ways, except that their body size and height are completely different. This situation is very unusual and is not caused by chance, but by Tornado's superpowers growing too early, just like how too much exercise during puberty can affect development.

While the tornado, with its infant-sized body, is actually mature in all aspects, the various physical reactions that should have appeared are constantly suppressed by its superpowers.

This is related to Tornado's self-suggestion. Because she was kidnapped by a superpowered organization in her childhood, she subconsciously demands that she be a "strong person" without weaknesses. This sense of identity even takes precedence over gender.

In other words, Tornado often doesn't see herself as a woman, and even her menstrual cycle is stopped. It was only after meeting Yoru that she began to awaken her feminine consciousness.

...This may also explain why the two sisters have such different personalities.

After all, the levels of hormone secretion are different.

Ye Shou's reshaping of Tornado was equivalent to liberating her long-suppressed physiological instincts. The previous changes were all temporary, and Tornado always remained conscious, or rather, highly vigilant. Her mental strength was enough to suppress all "abnormal states," and she treated those surging palpitations as something like growing pains.

But now it's different. First, her physical condition is permanently fixed, and then, for some reason, she is in a state of being unguarded and even somewhat dazed... So, the first large secretion of hormones will naturally put the brain into an unprecedented period of "sensitivity," and the body will be at a loss and have no resistance because of this new feeling.

...The panting grew louder and louder without anyone noticing, but it was no longer just in the bathroom. Tornado had joined in and was gradually losing control of herself. The thought of concealing her presence had been completely banished.

"Ho..."

Tornado leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Everything was so jumbled up that she forgot how to regulate her breathing.

The sounds from the bathroom had stopped sometime ago, but Tornado didn't notice. All she could hear was the rapid beating of her own heart, so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. Her hands were still inappropriately placed, and the buttons of her pajamas were mostly undone, revealing a patch of pale, flushed skin below her collarbone.

At one point, she exerted force with both legs, and then she slowly came to her senses... Wait, what was she doing?

Tornado frantically tried to straighten her clothes, biting her lip as she prepared to flee the scene—

squeak~

The crack in the door suddenly widened.

The warm yellow light poured out of the bathroom and shone on her face, making her squint. Tornado froze instantly.

She slowly turned her head... Fubuki stood at the bathroom door, wearing only a bath towel, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks and neck, water droplets sliding down the lines of her collarbone and disappearing into the edge of the towel.

The younger sister's face still had a lingering blush, and her eyes were unfocused, as if she had just woken up from a long dream and had not yet fully distinguished between reality and illusion.

—Tornado's pupils suddenly contracted.

"you!"

"..."

Fubuki looked down at her. Those eyes, which were usually full of confidence and determination, now held something she had never seen before... something indescribable, sticky, and burning hot.

Are you scared?

Tornado instinctively shrank back.

"I...I just came to take a shower because I was sweating." Her voice became urgent and shrill, her words coming out in rapid succession. "I didn't peek! And I didn't mean to disturb you...You continue, I'll leave now—"

She tried to stand up, but her legs were as weak as noodles. She tried to support herself but couldn't and fell back down. Only then did she remember that she had superpowers.

After suspending itself in the air, Tornado, for reasons unknown, gritted her teeth and decided to turn the tables.

"You guys are being ridiculous!" Her voice rose several octaves as she tried to regain her composure. "In a place like this, at a time like this, I can still—"

Before she could finish speaking, Fubuki reached out and grabbed her wrist. Tatsumaki was completely taken aback by this action, and given her current slow reaction time, she was pulled into the bathroom in a daze.

The warm, moist air instantly enveloped her, and the humid fragrance filled her lungs, making her mind even more confused.

The bathroom lights were much brighter than those in the hallway, so bright that she could barely open her eyes. She could only squint and see Fubuki's figure swaying in the mist.

Click!

The door closed behind her.

Tornado leaned against the door, the cold touch seeping through her damp pajamas and against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She instinctively tried to push the door open, but Fubuki had already pressed down on her, one hand bracing against the door near her ear, the other pressing down on her shoulder.

He stepped forward and used his thighs to spread her legs apart.

—If this posture were between someone of the opposite sex, it would be enough to call the police.

"My sister is so cunning... She only saw my embarrassing moments, but she wanted to stay out of it. That's so unfair."

Something is wrong!

Fubuki's acting strange!

"you……"

Tornado's voice trailed off, her pupils trembled slightly, and she was completely enveloped in the aura of Fubuki, unable to move.

What are you going to do?

Tornado forced herself to speak, but her voice was so soft that it had no intimidating power whatsoever.

Fubuki didn't speak, but simply turned her head slightly, bringing her lips close to her ear.

Call ~

A warm breath brushed past her earlobe, causing Tornado's body to tremble violently. Her ears burned instantly from the tips to the base of her neck, and a soft groan escaped her throat uncontrollably.

The voice was soft and delicate, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, which startled even herself.