Great, we're doomed now!

She bit her lip hard, her face flushed red, but she couldn't suppress the tingling sensation that was gradually returning and shooting up her spine. She tried to use her superpowers to push Fubuki away...

Seeing her sister's reaction, Fubuki slowly curled up the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were no longer dazed, but became clear and excited, as if she had discovered some interesting new toy.

"Sister," her voice was soft, carrying an indescribable joy, "Do you remember what I said?"

Tornado turned around and glared at her: "What?"

“Good things should be shared with your older sister.” Fubuki leaned closer, her nose almost touching Tatsumaki’s. “I’m willing to give you my most precious treasure now—”

Her fingers slid from Tornado's shoulder to her collarbone and tapped lightly.

"The price is that my sister now has to call me 'Big Sister'."

"what?!"

Tornado's eyes widened suddenly: "What did you say?!"

Her voice rose eight octaves, and the blush on her face turned from shame to anger.

She opened her mouth, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse—she was the infamous Tremor Tornado, how dare her sister ride on her head?

But before she could speak, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye:

Behind Fubuki, a figure was vaguely approaching through the mist.

He was tall and imposing, with his bathrobe belt loosely tied, revealing his muscular chest and collarbone.

“My sister has always been so aloof... I’m not going to let this opportunity slip by.”

"Let me go! Fubuki, are you crazy?!"

"Sister, really... if you want to escape, I can't stop you at all, can I?"

"..."

"Come on, Ye Shou~"

Fubuki pinched her older sister's chin, revealing a domineering side she had never shown before in their sisterly relationship.

"Now, I'm in a superior position, and you're the challenger!"

Volume 11: To the Day of Destiny: Chapter 505: Killing is Just a Small Head Falling to the Ground (4K)

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, thin ribbon of golden light onto the bed sheets.

Ye Shou, who was being illuminated, opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, and slowly emerged from his slumber.

His body woke up before his brain did, and the sensation he felt made him realize something was wrong—he felt heavy, as if something was pressing down on him.

He tilted his head slightly, a tuft of fluffy green curls nestled in the hollow of his left shoulder. Tornado's cheek pressed against his collarbone, her breathing light and even, her eyelashes fluttering gently with each breath. Her arm draped over his chest, she curled up like a kitten that had found its nest.

The fierce look that usually stops a child from crying at night is nowhere to be found now... Looking at it this way, it's like a fairy that only appears in a fairy tale.

Exquisite features, ethereal气质, slender figure... and like a fairy, she doesn't wear clothes.

Ye Shou turned his head silently. To his right was Fubuki, her black hair cascading down his upper arm, sleeping even more soundly than Tatsumaki. Her thighs were pressed against him, her arms wrapped around his waist from the front, her entire weight resting on him, even her breathing carried a sense of exhaustion.

As expected, although Fubuki appears more mature, Tatsumaki still has better stamina...

The two sisters, one on each side, instinctively clung to Ye Shou like unborn babies. Fubuki leaned up, and Tatsumaki leaned down, with Ye Shou between their heads, causing their breath to tickle Ye Shou's "kikubi"...

Ye Shou dared not move... strictly speaking, he was afraid of waking them.

He remained in that position, his gaze shifting from the ceiling to the curtains, then from the curtains to the bedside lamp. His mind was blank; he didn't want to think too deeply, but the memories of last night still flooded back uncontrollably.

First of all, he doesn't consider himself a beast, and if last night's incident was an accident, then the main responsibility doesn't lie with him.

After all, he hadn't intended to do anything to Tornado... He was certain of that. While he wasn't exactly a saint, he wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress. Besides, Tornado was still young, and Ye Shou's impression of her hadn't changed. His strong sense of morality prevented him from having any evil thoughts.

The trigger for everything was Fubuki!

Sykes' death was not something she could easily let go of. She said, "If you choose this path, you have to bear the consequences," but when Fubuki buried her old friend with her own hands, there was a clear hint of sadness in her eyes.

She needed to vent, to clear those messy thoughts from her mind.

So after Tatsumaki fell asleep, Fubuki took the initiative to come close to her by the bedside... not with her usual dignified and gentle demeanor, but with an aggressive and almost domineering attitude.

When Ye Shou was pushed onto the bed, he could still see Tornado sleeping soundly beside him out of the corner of his eye. Her face, which resembled Fubuki's by seven parts, was completely unguarded.

He should have refused, or at least moved Tatsumaki to another room first. After all, unlike Fubuki, he was still somewhat rational.

...but in the end, it didn't.

At that moment, certain wicked aspects of Ye Shou's personality took over. Looking into Fubuki's provocative eyes and experiencing the shameful things she deliberately did in front of her sister, he couldn't help but feel a bit... well, you could say he was ready to give up.

Ahem, that scene in the bathroom was actually the second round; the first round happened right next to Tatsumaki's bed.

When Tornado woke up midway through the night and peeked through the crack in the door, Ye Shou was not unaware of it.

He could even feel that burning, trembling gaze on his back. If he had stopped then, or even just pulled up a towel to cover himself, things might not have turned out the way they did.

But he only tried harder...

Seeing Fubuki biting her lip and not daring to make a sound in his arms, and seeing her desperately suppressing her emotions under her sister's gaze, Ye Shou felt an inexplicable sadistic feeling welling up inside him.

He wanted to argue a bit here. You see, Ye Shouyi always cherished his lover, and was very gentle and even accommodating in matters of love... But in that situation, it was quite difficult to resist playing pranks, but it shouldn't be his main responsibility.

I wanted to see more expressions of loss of control on that always composed, aristocratic face...

At this point, Ye Shou knew he couldn't stop now.

Once Fubuki's competitive spirit is ignited, it won't be easily extinguished. She can't show weakness in front of her sister, let alone admit defeat in front of Ye Shou. Since her shameful side has been seen, she has to drag the other person down with her so that the relationship between the two sisters can return to equality and ensure that no one will use this incident to tease the other in the future.

This is what is known as the "inhibitory power of shame"!

...That absurd contest continued from the bathroom to the bedroom, from late at night until the early hours of the morning, until the two sisters were completely exhausted before it finally stopped.

Looking back now, Ye Shou feels that the responsibility should be divided into three parts:

Someone did indeed succumb to temptation. But Fubuki was the instigator, and Tatsumaki also bears some responsibility—who told her to peek?

Thinking of this, Ye Shou couldn't help but sigh softly.

With his right hand resting on Fubuki's pillow and his left hand on Tatsumaki's pillow, this seemingly blissful scene of enjoying the company of two women was actually not so pleasant. If it weren't for his special physical condition, he would have gone numb long ago.

And it reminded him of the posture of Jesus being nailed to the cross...

But while others only need to endure the pain, he has many more things to consider.

For example, how to get up now, what to say when they wake up, and how to face the two sisters in the future.

"Ugh!"

Ye Shou sighed again... but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but curl up.

He had to admit that last night's experience was wonderful, perhaps even one of the best he could remember, and despite the various troubles that would follow, it was absolutely worth it!

Men are such simple creatures~

It's not that he hasn't experienced similar scenarios; thanks to a certain maid, he's seen all sorts of different styles.

But this time was different. Fubuki and Tatsumaki were, after all, sisters. Their similar faces and completely different voices made it fun to distinguish them in the dark by touch and humming sounds—all of which was shrouded in a strange sense of taboo.

Ye Shou was not a morally bankrupt person; on the contrary, he knew all too well what he should and shouldn't do. But it was precisely this clarity that made each act of depravity carry a sinful pleasure.

He walked on the edge of taboo, telling himself it was wrong while simultaneously craving more.

Tornado, usually so assertive and unyielding, was like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck yesterday in front of Ye Shou—flailing its teeth and claws but utterly powerless to fight back. Even its usual sharp tongue was shattered under the relentless barrage… its mouth was effectively shut.

Her resistance was gently pushed aside, and she didn't even have a chance to utter a complete sentence before Ye Shou used his greater experience to lead her around.

At this point, the advantage of the scumbag... no, Ye Shou, becomes apparent: he has experience opening doors to new worlds for others more than once, and has even refined some techniques to provide a smoother and more gentle experience.

Normally dignified and composed, Fubuki becomes a completely different person in bed. She guides Tatsumaki like an older sister, teaching her all sorts of things and making her lose face in front of her. In the end, both sisters lose control, their eyes becoming cloudy and burning, as if possessed by something.

Their physical abilities were already at least A-rank hero level, and with the added boosts of their superpowers and the Holy Grail Mark, they could easily handle matches of average difficulty. Ye Shou wasn't using any special methods, relying solely on his base stats, and he was actually finding it a bit challenging…

If an ordinary person were to be played like this by these two sisters, they would probably need to call an ambulance.

Ye Shou gave a wry smile and looked away from the ceiling. He tried to move his fingers, but his left hand was pinned down by the tornado, and his right hand was numb from being pressed against the snow pillow.

He tried carefully to pull his hand away, but as soon as he moved, Tornado frowned, mumbled something indistinctly, and hugged him even tighter like a sloth.

The sleeping Tornado and the awake Tornado are completely different people. She doesn't have that aggressive demeanor that's always ready to argue with people, nor does she have that condescending arrogance. She's just an ordinary girl.

Tornado is always on edge. Ever since her childhood, when she was imprisoned in a laboratory by a superpowered organization, she has been constantly on guard against everything around her. She doesn't allow herself to show weakness, doesn't allow herself to depend on others, and even denies that she is also someone who needs to be protected.

This state lasted for so many years that she thought this was how she was supposed to be... but the body doesn't lie.

When she finally let down her guard and fell into a deep sleep, her body instinctively sought warmth and snuggled into Ye Shou's arms.

Looking at her, Ye Shou suddenly felt a gentle touch on something deep within his heart:

She was just a little girl after all.

This might sound a bit far-fetched, but Ye Shou might only be developing real feelings for Long Juan now... Once exposed, his reputation as a scumbag will be cemented.

"Ye... Sister... mmm~"

Fubuki on the right rolled over, letting out a soft hum, and tightened her arms around him. Her face was buried in Ye Shou's shoulder, her breathing warm and even, and her hair brushed against Ye Shou's nose, carrying the faint scent of shower gel.

Fubuki sleeps much more peacefully than Tatsumaki, but her possessiveness is evident in her sleep as she holds onto Ye Shou tightly, as if to make sure he won't suddenly disappear.

At this tender moment, the tornado suddenly moved.

First, her fingers curled slightly, then her brows furrowed slightly, as if she had encountered something unpleasant in her dream. Her body shifted restlessly, and she rubbed her head against Ye Shou's shoulder a few times, making muffled noises.

I'm about to wake up!

Ye Shou's heart tightened, and he instinctively closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and kept his body stiff and motionless.

...pretending to be asleep.

Although this move might not work on Fubuki, Tatsumaki shouldn't be that sharp-witted, so it should at least be able to fool her, right?

Tornado nuzzled against Ye Shou's collarbone again, her cheek pressed against his skin, the warm touch slowly bringing her consciousness to the surface. The next second, her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.

What comes into view is a clearly defined collarbone, and... teeth marks?

Tornado blinked, her brain not fully activated yet. She just stared blankly at the tooth mark for two seconds, her mind a complete blank.

Then memories flooded back, like a burst dam, unstoppable!

The steam in the bathroom, Fubuki's hazy eyes, Ye Shou's burning hot hands, her uncontrollable panting, and those scenes she dared not even think about flashed through her mind one after another, as clear as if they had just happened yesterday... no, it was yesterday!

! ! ! !

My body started to turn red from the base of my neck, spreading all the way to my ear tips, cheeks, and chest. I looked like a boiled shrimp, and all my muscles tensed up.