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As night fell, Qiyun sat on the soft sofa in Yukinoshita's home, her long, graceful legs folded across the coffee table in front of her. Her gesture was quite indecent, and if Yukinoshita had seen it, she would have certainly scolded her.
But Qiyun paid no attention. He held Zaimokuza Yoshiki's manuscript in his hands, turning the pages one by one, making a rustling sound.
Well, aside from the usual grammar, the writing style was quite imaginative, vividly conveying the fantasies of a middle school boy. Perhaps, in some ways, this was also Zaimokuza Yoshiki's strength in writing.
"Ask Yukinoshita," Qiyun said, pulling out Yukinoshita's phone. Yes, Yukinoshita's phone. Although he had previously suggested that they each keep their own, Yukinoshita had declined, citing the risk of revealing the truth.
"Qiyun-san, are you worried about something?" Yukinoshita asked, perplexed.
"No..." Qiyun desperately wanted his phone back. It still contained so many of his personal resources; deleting them was out of the question. He'd carefully selected them, and he could only hope Yukinoshita didn't see them. If she did, she'd be sure to treat them well. They'd been his comrades, his companions through thick and thin, sharing countless lonely nights.
So now, he was holding Yukinoshita's phone, its case adorned with a wallpaper featuring a kitten. Even the interlocking wallpaper and profile picture were kittens. It seemed Yukinoshita truly loved cats, and Qiyun felt a pang of emotion.
He found his profile picture and opened the chat box. Unsure what to say, he simply searched for a "Are you there?" emoji and sent it. A cute, playful kitten appeared, holding a message.
"What's wrong?" Yukinoshita replied quickly.
"I wanted to ask what you were doing. I'm a little bored."
"Lying in bed, reading Zaimokuza's manuscript. Do you get bored at night, Mr. Pervert?" Yukinoshita replied quickly, her answer simple.
"The nights are long, and I can't sleep. I used to have so much to do at this time of year, so it was pretty fulfilling." Qiyun began to miss the nights of the past. He'd already started playing games by then, which was a bit tedious, but enjoyable.
After Qiyun sent this message, he saw it was read, but he didn't receive a reply from Yukinoshita for a long time. Qiyun couldn't help but wonder if he had said something wrong. Yukinoshita wasn't the type to deliberately ignore messages.
Just as Qiyun was wondering why, his phone dinged. It was a reply from Yukinoshita.
"Then don't go too far with my body tonight," she sent a meme with a speechless expression, a little man holding his forehead and sighing, and a close-up of the sighing expression.
Qiyun was surprised. Yukinoshita was so understanding. "I didn't mean that in the first place," she thought. Now that she heard this, Qiyun was starting to consider the feasibility of this action.
"Hahaha, how could that be? How could I possibly be that kind of person? Good night, Yukinoshita-san." Qiyun decided to end the conversation, fearing he might actually have some strange thoughts later.
"Good night," Yukinoshita replied briefly.
Qiyun closed his phone and set it on the table. Then, rubbing his eyes, he picked up Zaimokuza's manuscript again and began to peruse it.
"Ah," Qiyun stretched, feeling a little sleepy. He had already finished the entire manuscript before realizing it. Glancing at the time, he saw it was already past eleven.
"Get ready for bed," Qiyun put the manuscript aside and stood up to wash up. The moment he stood up, the Lust Trial system interface suddenly popped up before his eyes.
"What's going on? Is this what Yukinoshita mentioned earlier?" Qiyun looked at the interface, remembering what Yukinoshita had said today.
Just like last time, the text "The Lust Trial is about to begin. Please confirm with both parties involved" appeared on it. Below the countdown, the dimmed portraits of the two people remained.
Just one click, and that'll be all. Qiyun reached out to click his own profile picture, but her finger stopped just before it touched the screen.
Thinking he was now inside Yukinoshita's body, he thought, should he click on hers? So, he shifted her finger and tapped on hers.
With a crisp "ding," Yukinoshita's profile picture lit up.
"Looks like I made the right choice," Qiyun thought. Soon, Qiyun's profile picture also lit up, indicating Yukinoshita had confirmed the result.
The countdown screen disappeared, replaced by the words "Confirmed Completed." Then, the familiar white light flashed again. Qiyun closed his eyes, and when she opened them again, he was back in her familiar space.
Qiyun quickly glanced around, and sure enough, he saw the figure. Yukinoshita was looking back at her, her pajamas still askew, the buttons at the chest unfastened, revealing a wide expanse of her breasts, the upper part of her breasts quietly peeked out through the gap.
Qiyun, feeling a feast for the eyes, was startled to discover that it was Yukinoshita's body, not her own. He quickly looked down and saw that it had indeed returned to his own body. He groped it up and down in delight.
"What's the matter, Mr. Pervert, haven't you satisfied your lust with me yet, so you're not going to let go of your own body either?" Yukinoshita's cold voice echoed in Qiyun's ear, causing him to look up in her direction.
Yukinoshita looked at Qiyun seriously, her azure eyes filled with calmness. She ignored the slits of her pajamas revealing her full breasts and fair skin, and slowly approached Qiyun.
"I think you've misunderstood me. Do I look so unsatisfied?" Qiyun shook his head in denial.
"...Then you..." Yukinoshita blushed suddenly, wanting to say something, but ultimately, she kept her mouth shut and turned her face away.
"What's wrong with me?" Qiyun was confused, unable to grasp Yukinoshita's thoughts. But he soon stopped thinking about it, as the Lust Trial had already been announced.
"The Lust Trial begins.
Mission: Write a lustful scene based on the two participants.
Mission Rules: Communication is prohibited between the two participants. The Lust Scroll will be collected upon completion of the timer.
Mission Duration: One hour .
Mission Failed: None .
Mission Completed. Points Reward: 5 points, with additional bonuses based on the level of lust, up to a maximum of 5 points."
The same robotic female voice from the first trial announced the rules for this trial. Qiyun was speechless as she stared at the task on the screen. "I just finished reading someone else's, and now you want me to write my own. The main point is, 'I'll make my own living, right?'"
Qiyun glanced in Yukinoshita's direction. "The trial rules say no communication, but I guess it's okay to take a look." The moment Qiyun turned her head, a white line quickly appeared between the two of them, spreading from top to bottom. Then, it instantly expanded, forming a new wall separating them.
Well, no need to worry about communication now. Now, I can't even see."
A pen and a piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of Qiyun. He reached out and took them. The texture was ordinary, the design was extremely simple, but there was no logo on it.
"Oh, let's get started. Write some erotica!" Qiyun sighed, picked up the pen, and wrote on the paper.
Qiyun had barely written the word "night" when the surroundings shifted. The once spacious and bright space darkened in the blink of an eye, leaving only the paper before her still emitting a faint glow.
So, was this how the trial scene was constructed? Qiyun, observing the suddenly changing scene, suddenly understood. It seemed this trial wasn't simply a test of literary talent, but rather a way to construct a realistic scene based on one's own ideas, thus achieving the effect of a lustful trial.
"It's a little exciting just thinking about it," Qiyun thought. Wouldn't that allow her to do things she'd previously wanted to but couldn't? And seemingly without worrying about others discovering her constructed scenes, wouldn't she be able to do whatever she pleased?
Qiyun's mind replayed the gameplay from the book he'd previously read. It was quite exciting, to be honest. Shouldn't he take advantage of this trial to try it out?
However, Qiyun was still somewhat curious about the fact that the trial used both sides as the subject matter. What would happen if he didn't choose Yukinoshita as the subject matter? Adhering to the principle of true knowledge through practice, Qiyun picked up his pen and wrote "Yuigahama Yui". The expected character didn't appear. Instead, the handwriting above began to slowly dissipate, and then gradually turned into nothingness.
So Qiyun wrote "Yukinoshita Yukino" again. This time, after putting the pen down, the handwriting did not dissipate before his eyes as before. Instead, Yukinoshita Yukino appeared before him in her school uniform, her long, soft hair draped over her shoulders. Two strands of black hair were tied by red ribbons on the sides of her ears and fell down in front of her chest, reflecting the considerable bulge on her chest.
The figure beneath her school uniform was exquisitely curvaceous. Beneath the skirt, she wore her signature black, white-trimmed, over-the-knee socks. Above the socks, the delicate, smooth skin of her thighs shone. The faint presence of her absolute domain exuded a youthful beauty. Her rosy face, smooth skin tinged with rosy white, her small, cherry-like lips slightly parted, her azure eyes calmly gazed forward, though their expression was dull, lacking a touch of spirit, making them seem lifeless.
"Yukinoshita-san?" Qiyun called out tentatively, but received no response. It seemed she was merely a false form constructed by the Lust Trial. Apart from anything else, from the outside, there was no difference at all.
"Yukinoshita Yukino slowly undressed," Qiyun wrote.
She saw Yukinoshita raise her hand, slowly reaching it to her chest, undoing the laces of her school uniform, and then began to unbutton her shirt one by one. With the subtle sound of the buttons, the fair skin of Yukinoshita's chest became faintly visible. As her shirt continued to be pulled down, the blue bra covering her breasts also came into Qiyun's sight, and the pink ravines on the girl's chest also rose and fell with the sound of her breathing.
The clothes slowly fell off, revealing her graceful figure. Her smooth white belly seemed as smooth as mutton fat, and her arms were as soft as willow branches, slender and well-proportioned. This fair skin was enough to make any man's heart flutter.
With her hands on her waist, two jade fingers rested on the hem of the pleated skirt, and she leaned forward slightly, about to take the skirt off her body. At the moment of leaning down, Yukinoshita's two delicate breasts were exposed to Qiyun's eyes. Because of the leaning forward, Yukinoshita's beautiful hair fell on both sides, as if forming a portal in the middle of her chest, making Qiyun's eyes involuntarily focus on the middle.
She saw a graceful and slender swan neck as white as snow, a delicate body with a side curve outlining a deep arc on her smooth back, and the white jade breasts under her bra were tightly erected. The slightly grooved cleavage in the middle set off two bright and tender pink nipples, like bright cherries on milky white ice cream, making people salivate.
Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her charming figure gradually revealed itself. Her pleated skirt had long since fallen to her knees, leaving her blue panties covering her private parts exposed in the air. A few strands of her black hair swayed gently like petals falling on water. At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.
Finally, Yukinoshita was left with only her blue, girlish underwear, but her hands continued to move, as if she had to remove all the restraints on her body to complete the scene Qiyun had asked her to draw.
"Ah, stop, stop, stop, don't take that off yet," Qiyun said, wondering if it was a bit too fast, as she hadn't yet figured out what to do next.
Qiyun noticed there was no written word on the paper, but Yukinoshita, just as he'd imagined, stopped moving. A new line of words quickly appeared on the paper: "I request that Yukinoshita cease removing her underwear."
Yukinoshita stood expressionless, her cool, delicate face devoid of any shyness at being left in just her underwear.
"It seems constructing a lustful scene doesn't necessarily require writing it down on paper; it's more about executing your own ideas," Qiyun realized.
"Turn around," Qiyun commanded in his mind, and Yukinoshita spun around just as he'd imagined.
"Ah, why does this feel like hypnosis? I'm clearly not part of this faction." Qiyun felt something was amiss. The rigid, stiff Yukinoshita before him felt so unfamiliar, so he decided to add some context.
"Yukinoshita should behave as usual."
So, wasn't this still hypnosis? Qiyun felt tricked, convinced there was no difference.