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"What's wrong, Qiyun?" A familiar voice came, and Qiyun felt his shaking body stopped, and on his right shoulder he felt the warm touch of Yukinoshita's soft hand.
The scene in front of him gradually became clear, and what came into view was Yukinoshita's delicate face full of worry. Under the furrowed brows, the deep blue eyes stared at his eyes closely, as if trying to see something from them. The pink lips were slightly pursed, indicating that the owner's heart was not at peace.
"What's wrong with Qiyun? You look pale all of a sudden. Do you need to go to the infirmary?" Yuigahama Yui also looked over here and asked Qiyun with a worried look. Hikigaya also looked over here. Although he didn't ask a question, he was also very curious about Qiyun's sudden abnormality.
"Nothing. Maybe I caught a cold last night and didn't pay attention, and now it's suddenly gotten worse," Qiyun said calmly. His thoughts were swirling, he made up a random excuse to brush it off. After a pause, he added,
"Yuigahama-san, congratulations on your successful cookie-making." He didn't even notice the slight tremor in his voice as he said "successful."
Yuigahama Yui might not have heard it, but Hikigaya and Yukinoshita beside him might have.
"That's not important. Qiyun-san, you should go to the infirmary. I remember I was like that last time, too. I thought..." Yuigahama Yui raised a finger, recounting a similar experience. But the awkward expression on her face and the slightly exaggerated movements of her hands made Qiyun realize she was making up a story to offer advice.
"That's great," Qiyun was about to rebuff Yuigahama
Yui when Yukinoshita suddenly spoke up.
"Then I'll take Qiyun to the infirmary. Yuigahama and Hikigaya will have to clean up."
Ah, I haven't even expressed my thoughts yet, and you've already made the decision for me. Qiyun was stunned by Yukinoshita's decisive attitude, but he refused to admit defeat and decided to put up a fight.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a strong force on his arm. He saw Yukinoshita's slender fingers on Qiyun's shoulder were constantly contracting. At this moment, Qiyun wanted to complain, "In ancient times, Lin Daiyu uprooted a weeping willow, and now Yukinoshita is holding my arm tightly, right?"
At this moment, Yukinoshita, with her back to Yuigahama Yui and Hikigaya, said those words, and at the moment when Qiyun wanted to speak, she stared at him with her cold eyes. The meaning in her eyes was self-evident.
Without waiting for Qiyun to respond, Yukinoshita suddenly grabbed her arm and walked outside. Qiyun followed behind her like a puppet, watching her long, black hair flowing behind her as she strode with undeniable grace.
As they passed Yuigahama Yui and Hikigaya, Dango watched them leave with concern, muttering things like, "Thank you for your hard work, Yukinoshita-san!" The Great Teacher, on the other hand, said nothing, though a hint of unease crossed his eyes as he watched the two of them. He then didn't dwell on the details and quietly gathered the materials on the table with Yuigahama Yui.
Neither of them exchanged any words on the way to the infirmary, perhaps knowing that the street wasn't a good time for conversation.
"Plop...Plop..." In the silent hallway, only the sound of Yukinoshita's small leather shoes could be heard, their rhythmic footsteps echoing throughout the room, like treading on Qiyun's heart, rising and falling with his own heartbeat.
Yukinoshita, standing in front of him, never looked back, still moving forward unwaveringly towards the infirmary. Qiyun looked at Yukinoshita's hand, which was tightly gripping him. The grip was so strong, as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would run away. Qiyun's emotions were very complicated. He did not struggle, but let Yukinoshita pull him like this, watching her figure sway gently in front of him. The setting sun in the distance shone down from the side, casting a radiant orange glow on her body. Her originally beautiful black hair reflected a dazzling orange-yellow luster, and even Yukinoshita, who usually had a cold temperament, became warm.
Yukinoshita never let go of Qiyun's arm. She didn't know why she did this, nor did she think about how explosive news it would be if others saw this scene. People would be shocked that Yukinoshita, who was as high and mighty as a flower on the mountain, would actually hold a boy's hand.
She didn't think about that. She just wanted to get him away, get away from that place, though she didn't know why. Perhaps it was when she turned back and saw that panicked look in her eyes, as if to say, "Take me away." When she came to her senses, she had already grabbed Qiyun's hand and was out in the hallway. But she didn't feel fear at that moment, instead, a sense of relief filled her. Her steps were brisk, a smile on her face, though it went unnoticed by anyone, not even Qiyun. She strode forward with him, unwavering. This was her, Yukinoshita Yukino.
The infirmary was deserted on the way there, a sign of good or ill. When Yukinoshita pushed open the door, it was silent. The health care worker, who should have been inside, was nowhere to be found. Although this suited her perfectly, the layout was simple: two single white beds in the center, a few chairs flanking them, and a cabinet of medicine leaning against the wall. The windows were wide open, the white curtains billowing in the wind.
After placing Qiyun on the chair, Yukinoshita closed the door of the infirmary without looking back, and the lock core made a slight tugging sound.
Hey, why are you closing the door? Qiyun is a little confused, but what comes to his mind is the scene in the h-comic. Some super friendly things will inevitably happen in the infirmary, such as negative distance contact between the body. Could it be... Yukinoshita wanted to beat him up. He felt that she was not used to seeing him after the trial mission. So should I run away now? I still bet that the attack power of Yukinoshita was not that strong. It just so happened that he could still treat her on the spot in the infirmary. Qiyun started to think about it again.
As Yukinoshita, who had closed the door, turned around and walked over, there was no expression on his perfect face as exquisite as porcelain, and there was no emotion in her azure blue eyes, as if her was walking in his own field.
As Yukinoshita drew closer, her delicate figure becoming clearer, Qiyun grew increasingly restless. His gaze darted around, as if he were sitting on a brazier filled with hot coals instead of a chair. He didn't know how to respond to Yukinoshita's subsequent questions. Should he continue to play dumb or tell the truth? Either way, he found it difficult to speak. The burning anxiety filled him, like a suffocating feeling like drowning, making it almost impossible to breathe. This unprecedented feeling frightened him.
Soon, Yukinoshita arrived and stood silently before him. Qiyun didn't dare look up, only to see Yukinoshita's small leather shoes and her delicate legs, clad in black over-the-knee socks.
The questioning voice he'd imagined didn't come, but a soft sigh. Then, a hand, warm yet slightly cool, gently touched his forehead. Yukinoshita's voice reached his ears, no longer cold and aloof, but indescribably gentle.
"Are you okay?"
Qiyun wanted to raise his head, but the hand on his forehead blocked his view and he could not see anything. He opened his mouth slightly and said,
"I..."
Qiyun wanted to say something, but after uttering a word, Yukinoshita stopped him softly.
"I'm glad you're okay."
There were no words, only Yukinoshita's gentle words of comfort. Though just a few simple words, they seemed to possess a magical power, gently soothing Qiyun's inner anxiety and pulling him back from the brink of drowning.
Suddenly, Qiyun felt a pressure on his forehead. The touch of the hair on top of his head told him that Yukinoshita had slowly lowered her forehead to his. Now, the distance between their foreheads was only separated by Yukinoshita's hand. Qiyun felt the ends of Yukinoshita's long hair sliding down his cheek as she leaned forward. It was a pleasant, slippery, tickling sensation.
Their noses were only five centimeters apart, and Qiyun could clearly feel Yukinoshita's breathing, their breaths mingling constantly. If he listened carefully, he could even hear the pounding of each other's heartbeats.
They remained in this position for a long time, neither of them speaking. The warmth from their foreheads seemed to transfer to Yukinoshita's palms, where fine beads of sweat began to appear.
Listening to Qiyun's breathing gradually calm down, Yukinoshita's heart slowly began to relax, and her mind began to reorganize its previous thoughts.
It was the first time Yukinoshita had seen Qiyun so out of control. Based on her impression of him, he could be described as heartless. Although he always seemed full of energy when doing things, there was always an air of laziness. Even when surrounded by others, he would always involuntarily wander off to the sidelines. That indifferent look initially displeased her. Even when she accepted Hiratsuka-sensei's commission to change his twisted nature, she was not sure of herself. Moreover, Qiyun had no intention of cooperating at the time. She could only let it go, just fulfilling her responsibilities.
Yes, this was the original trajectory of everything. Yukinoshita could not correct Qiyun, and Qiyun could not integrate into the Service Club. They were like two lines from different planes, seemingly intersecting but never meeting.
Then came the Lust Trial, which changed everything. Honestly, when she read the content, she was filled with shame and indignation, even a touch of contempt, even suspecting Qiyun's involvement. Her proud nature wouldn't allow him to do something so degrading to her status, nor could she dishonor the name of Yukinoshita.
So when Qiyun bluntly pulled out his cock and told her not to look, Yukinoshita nearly laughed in anger. How could this man be so shameless? His frankness made her feel awkward. Confused, she decided to find a small corner to sit down. Yukinoshita Yukino would never submit to such a vulgar trial.
Hearing Qiyun's heavy breathing behind her and the rhythmic thump of her cock stroking , she felt a little uneasy. More importantly, a strange sensation spread through her body, further irritating her. Finally, she covered her ears, but Qiyun's voice continued to intrude into her mind.
Finally, she heard a thud, knowing Qiyun had ejaculated. She slowly lowered her hands from her ears, sat on the ground, and stared blankly at the white wall in front of her. In that moment, her mind raced with memories: family, school, herself, but most of all, her sister, Yang Nai. She couldn't help but wonder what her sister would do in this situation: follow the test's instructions, or find another way.
"If it were my sister, I'd definitely do better," Yukinoshita buried her head in her knees, her long, flowing hair cascading around her like a net. Yukinoshita hated herself now. Why had she been so compelled to rely on her sister? Wouldn't that mean she couldn't keep up?
"But, sister, I really want to know what to do."
No one, not even herself, could give Yukinoshita the answer.
She sat there, feeling a little downcast, for an unknown amount of time. Only when the reminder of the test reached her ears did she snap out of her thoughts.
Although she knew the warnings from the trial must have a deeper meaning, the clues were few and far between, and even she couldn't deduce anything. It wasn't until a slow, nagging discomfort crept in that she finally understood the true meaning behind the warning: it was forcing her to follow the test, or face punishment, even death.
"Huh? Death? Such a classic threat!" Yukinoshita scoffed inwardly. How different was this from the outside world? It was just a different approach, requiring only your submission.
Yukinoshita felt the discomfort slowly growing, but it remained at a mild level. If she gave in now and began masturbating, she would have more than enough time to climax and catch up with the test. So, should she follow the test's instructions, abandoning her reserved ways? And since no one else would know, as for Qiyun, after the test, she had many ways to keep him from telling anyone about what happened here. If necessary, she would even mobilize the power of the Yukinoshita family.
However, a feeling of fatigue suddenly emerged from the bottom of her heart. She felt sad for her previous anxiety. It would be better to just let it go. Dying here might not be a bad outcome. But in the end, she didn't get to see her sister. Unconsciously, she thought of Qiyun, the boy with the same eyes as her sister. Although it was only for a moment, she still saw it. She knew that kind of eyes could not be faked.
If possible, why not let Qiyun take a message to her sister, so that she would not feel so regretful.
But when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to start, nor did she know what to say. The relationship between the two was not familiar, and Qiyun's attitude seemed to be deliberately distant from her.
At this time, cold sweat began to appear on her white forehead, and the blood color on her face slowly faded and began to turn pale. She knew she had to speak quickly.
She still remembered that the moment she spoke and turned around, Qiyun was about to remove his pants with his hands. When he heard her voice, his tone was filled with resignation, as if he'd been delayed from doing something more important, even though he was only engaging in something as obscene as masturbation.
"This guy's quite interesting," Yukinoshita felt a sense of lightness in her heart for the first time.
"Does Qiyun consider himself a sincere person?"
Yukinoshita didn't offer any words of advice, but rather asked a question. She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to ask this question; it just popped into her head, and it was clear Qiyun hadn't expected it either.
His answer was ambiguous, the key unclear, and instead he told her that the answer couldn't be found. It was a truly novel response. However, when Qiyun suggested that it would be better to ask her sister, Haruno, Yukinoshita felt a little sad, knowing she might never see her sister again.
Perhaps it was the growing fatigue that made her suddenly want to tell Qiyun about her sister; if she didn't, she might never have the chance again.
She remembered that she seemed to have said a lot, about her sister, about her childhood, about her own thoughts. Perhaps because of what she said, Yukinoshita suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
"I'm sorry, I made you, Qiyun, share this unhappiness without your consent. I'm really a bit cunning," Yukinoshita said silently in her heart.
Sure enough, after hearing what she said, Qiyun couldn't help but respond to her. Is he angry? Is it because of what she said? Yukinoshita thought so, but soon Qiyun started to list her shortcomings, saying that she shouldn't imitate her sister. The words were not sharp, but every sentence hit her sensitive spot accurately.
While Qiyun's words made sense, she still felt angry. Before this, everyone her age had always treated her with awe, and any malicious remarks were simply based on jealousy. Such blunt remarks were rare, and she finally couldn't resist threatening.
However, she was defeated by Qiyun's "leg play year" speech. In the end, Qiyun said something that he would never forget: "You have to solve the problem yourself, in your own way." This statement had the same impact on Yukinoshita as if you had told Qiyun that the world was round. Yukinoshita felt as if her mind was buzzing. This statement told her that her principles and direction for the past decade were wrong. She wanted to argue, but she couldn't think of any rebuttal. It was as if she was slowly starting to agree with the statement.
Looking at Qiyun, who lay on the ground like a child, Yukinoshita suddenly smiled, a smile of relief. For the first time, her expression, as solid as ice, began to melt. She decided not to dwell on it anymore and instead said to Qiyun,
"Thank you, Qiyun-san, it's nice to meet you."
Perhaps this was the first time Yukinoshita had expressed gratitude for the Lust Trial.
Then, fatigue washed over her once again, making it difficult to speak. She was breathless after only a few words.
"So this guy has potential to be a chatterbox? I thought he didn't like to talk," Yukinoshita thought to herself, watching Qiyun's incessant chatter. Although her words were mundane, she listened attentively, laughing along at the amusing bits. But fatigue washed over her like a tide, and from being able to manage a few sentences at first, she struggled to utter even a few words.
If Qiyun had turned around at this moment, she would have noticed something was wrong with Yukinoshita, but he remained obedient and didn't look in her direction. This was what Yukinoshita had hoped for. Please don't look back, let this trial end. It was a pity he didn't leave her with a message.
The dizziness grew stronger, her eyelids fluttering, her vision blurring. Gradually, Qiyun's figure faded, and only the intermittent sound of her voice could be heard. Yukinoshita tried to respond, but her pale, bloodless lips parted slightly, and no sound came out. With great effort, Yukinoshita raised her right hand and reached forward, trying to brush away the darkness.
"Second phase of the test is complete." The second hour had passed, and a new punishment had arrived. The hand that had been stretched forward slowly fell before it reached her.
"Qiyun-san, next time, I will definitely respond properly." With these thoughts, Yukinoshita's vision darkened, and she fell heavily to the ground.
Is that her sister? Yukinoshita desperately chased the figure ahead, but no matter how hard she tried, it only grew further and further away. Why does it seem like I hear Qiyun's voice again? Why is he so anxious? ....Oh, what is that? It's cold. Is it raining? It turns out that it can rain in dreams.