I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Lynn subconsciously turned her head, the usual admonition, "Go dry your hair," already on the tip of her tongue.

However, the moment the figure at the door was seen, the sound was choked in the throat by an invisible force.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the most dangerous pinpoints.

[Emotional Perception] In an instant, it issued an alarm far sharper than the one at the Yuihama family's dining table, one that was on the verge of overload!

It was no longer simply a matter of possessiveness or guilt.

Rather, it was a complex emotion he had never seen before—a contradictory, burning, and mixed feeling!

Standing there is the dome.

But it wasn't the Sora he knew, the one who wore cute bunny pajamas.

She was wearing a... a pure black slip dress that he had never seen before.

The extremely thin shoulder straps barely clung to her small, rounded shoulders, as if they might slip off at any moment, unable to bear the weight of her purity.

The light, silky fabric with lace trim clung tightly to the girl's body, which was not yet fully developed but already showed signs of curves.

The semi-transparent material made her dazzlingly white skin, as white as fine mutton fat jade, appear and disappear under the bright lights of the living room, creating a breathtaking sense of transgression.

That face, always expressionless, exquisitely beautiful like a doll, still retained its pure and flawless innocence.

But this purity, combined with the nightgown she wore that was full of mature and taboo implications, gave rise to an extreme, morbid beauty that made one's heart stop beating.

This dress…

That look in his eyes…

For the first time, his brain, which always managed to find the most efficient solution, encountered a blank that defied calculation.

3.3 Troublesome?

No, this is not a problem.

This was the most obsessive trouble he had personally pulled out of the abyss, and now, he chose to use the most extreme method to bring the entire abyss to his feet.

The living room was very quiet.

It was so quiet that Lynn could clearly hear the soft yet incredibly heavy "patter, patter" of those small, white, bare feet stepping on the cold wooden floor.

Every step felt like stepping on his heart.

The fresh scent of shower gel, still damp from the bath, mingled with the girl's unique, clean body fragrance. Catalyzed by the dangerous black fabric, it transformed into an aggressive, unsettling aura that domineeringly dominated his breath.

She walked very slowly, even somewhat unsteadily, like a young animal that had just learned to hunt.

But those gray eyes remained fixed on him without blinking, with an almost soul-burning focus.

That look seemed to say:

[Onii-chan... I know Yui is a good person. She's like the sun, warm and radiant...]

But I'm so scared...

I'm afraid you'll be drawn away by that light, and then, like Mom and Dad, you'll leave me all alone...

I have nothing left. If even you are taken away from me... I will truly break down completely.

So, before I completely break down...

Please prove to me... prove that even if you are drawn to that kind of light, I will always be the most important part of you that you can't let go of... okay?

She walked to the sofa and stopped.

The two were now less than half a meter apart.

Lynn could even see her long eyelashes trembling slightly from extreme tension and determination.

Before he could even react to this suffocating shock...

Qiong bent down.

Chapter 68: It's not a rejection, it's wanting to give you the whole world.

As she moved, a strand of soft, silver hair slipped from her shoulder and fell beside his cheek, causing a slight tickle and bringing with it an even richer, more unsettling fragrance emanating from her.

In Lynn's sight, that face, which was always as pale as a doll, was now uncontrollably flushed with a sickly, burning blush.

The red color spread from her delicate earlobes all the way to her graceful neck, creating a breathtaking contrast with the snow-white skin that was faintly visible beneath the semi-transparent black fabric.

Her grey eyes, at such close range, resembled two translucent gems moistened with moisture, clearly reflecting his face, which was filled with shock and complexity.

Her lips parted slightly, trembling as if she had mustered all the courage she had in her life, or perhaps she was making a silent invitation.

Then, under the gaze of his storm-filled eyes, with a mix of awkwardness and unquestionable force, he stepped onto his...

Soft and cool.

With a barely perceptible tremor caused by nervousness.

Lynn's body tensed instinctively, his reason screaming wildly that he should push her away immediately.

However, as soon as his hand rose and touched her slender, cold shoulder, he hesitated.

He could clearly feel that her whole body was trembling violently.

He knew that at this moment, Qiong was like a gambler who had put all his chips on the table.

Should I push her away?

The moment this thought arose, he felt as if he could hear the sound of her soul shattering completely.

This is a treasure he pulled out of the abyss with his own hands, but now he has to push her back with his own hands?

For the first time, his instinct to "avoid trouble" seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the weight of another soul.

In the end, his raised hand fell limply to his sides.

She was allowed to devour him almost frantically, desperately seeking that proof that made her feel at ease.

This touch was long and profound.

Without any skill, only the most primitive, almost unlimited possession and taking.

She was using this method to fill the inexplicable emptiness and fear in her heart caused by "hurting her friend".

In this way, she was confirming, again and again, the irrefutable truth to herself and to him—Onii-chan belongs only to me.

13 After an unknown amount of time, when the two finally separated, Qiong's forehead weakly pressed against his forehead.

The thin threads were still connected, like lotus roots. The exhaled hot breath was absorbed by him in the next second.

Qiong's body was still heaving and trembling violently due to excessive excitement and lack of oxygen.

That usually expressionless face was now a complete mess.

Her eyes were frighteningly red, and for the first time, those gray eyes were filled with uncontrollable tears, like two fragile glass beads about to shatter.

"Onii-chan..."

Her voice was thick with sobs; every word seemed to be a primal lament and fear squeezed from the depths of her soul.

A single, scalding tear finally broke free from her long eyelashes and slid down her cheek, dripping down.

Lynn tasted salty and astringent, and it was scalding hot.

“That home… was warm…” Her voice was broken and filled with self-loathing. “Yui… she radiated light… I saw it… even the way Mrs. Yui looked at you was bright… everything was alive…”

She buried her face deeply in Lynn's neck, her soft silver hair brushing against his chin, bringing a thrilling tickle.

"But I...I'm cold..."

"I...I'm not them, I'm just a cold, shadowy figure that will drag you down into the darkness...So, do you...also think she's better? Onii-chan...please...don't think like that..."

This is the most humble, fearful plea from a child who has been abandoned by the whole world, realizing that his only lifeline might waver because of his "mistakes".

She was scared.

She was afraid that her brother would think of her as a selfish, malicious, and annoying child because of what happened today.

She was afraid... that she would be abandoned again.

This fear is a thousand times more terrifying than losing a friend.

She buried her face deeply in Lynn's neck, her soft silver hair brushing against his chin, bringing a thrilling tickle.

Like a drowning cub, she used all her strength to draw upon the reassuring warmth emanating from him.

Then, in an almost sacrificial, broken voice, he uttered the ultimate words that were enough to shatter all of Lynn's reason and defenses.

Her body trembled even more violently, as if she were making an extremely painful decision, as if she were cutting her own soul.

"I...I actually envy Yui a lot..." She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled and thick with a nasal tone, "because the way she smiles...even Hiratsuka-sensei said it's like a warm flame..."

"She can become friends with someone as outstanding as Yukinoshita, and even someone as aloof as Hikigaya can look at her differently. She can even naturally approach someone like Hayama, who is surrounded by everyone, the real sun..."

"She can get along with everyone..."

As she spoke, she seemed unable to bear the self-loathing any longer. She suddenly raised her head, her gray eyes, completely soaked with tears, staring intently at him, filled with the purest fear that could break even the gods' hearts.

"This is... something I... I'll never be able to learn..."

"I will only make you cold too... I will only drag you down into the darkness..."

"so……"

She spoke with difficulty, each word seeming to be bitten out from deep in her throat with her teeth.

"If Onii-chan really... needs that kind of warmth..."

"Then... then I'll give her a little bit of my world... that would be fine too..."

She gripped his collar tightly, as if it were her only anchor in this world, and with her last breath, she wailed:

"As long as... as long as you're still willing to leave me a corner... that's enough..."

"please……"

"Don't throw me away just because I'm a nuisance... okay?"

boom--! ! !

Lynn's last line of defense, called "rationality," was completely shattered by this humble, even distorted, "deal."

What plans, what strategies, what fear of trouble...

At that moment, everything was blasted to pieces.

In his heart, there was only endless shock and pity that could completely overwhelm him.

He slowly, very slowly reached out his hand, and with an unprecedented, cherished gesture, he tightly, very tightly embraced the girl who was trembling, broken, and had sacrificed everything in his arms.

He could feel how cold her body was.

But he didn't speak; he just tightened his arms around her, as if trying to transfer all his body heat to her.

Lynn finally spoke slowly when the girl in his arms began to sob more desperately and softly because of his long silence.

His voice was hoarse and deep, yet it carried an undeniable and resolute power.

"Who said you're a nuisance?"

Qiong's crying paused slightly.

Lynn cupped her tear-streaked face and forced her to look into his eyes.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of languor, were now astonishingly bright, burning with a tenderness capable of incinerating the entire world, as well as an undeniable, authoritative majesty.

“Qiong, listen to me.” His voice was filled with suppressed rage, each word carrying a burning heat. “I’ll only say this once, and you’ll etch it into your very bones.”

"Take back that stupid thing you just said."

He stared at her slightly parted lips, his tone more forceful than ever before, "When did it become your place to decide how to give away my things to others?"

Qiong was completely stunned.

Lynn looked into her bewildered, tear-filled gray eyes, and felt a sharp pain in the softest part of his heart, but his tone did not soften in the slightest.

He wanted to use the most forceful methods to reinfuse her broken heart with a sense of security.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, in an almost divine tone, imprinting the final answer deep into her soul.

"You are neither an ice cube that needs the sun, nor a shadow that drags me into darkness."