Paradox H - ☆, Waiting for Dawn in the Dark

I don't know how to do this.
Ling Sinan stared at the English question on the test paper, searched for it on her phone for a long time, but still couldn't understand it.
So Ling Sinan dialed Fang Wen's number on her phone.
"Question 13 on the second page of the mock exam?" Fang Wen was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone before speaking, "I got it wrong too."
Ling Sinan sighed: "Fine, you become like those you associate with."
Fang Wen's laughter came from the other end: "Hey, but why are you asking me?"
"If I don't ask you, who should I ask? The only classmates I have in my phone are you and Shanshan. Her English is even worse than mine." There's also Gu Ting's number, which was forcibly recorded last time.
Fang Wen was exasperated: "Why are you making that call? What's your brother good for? He's the school's smartest brain, why aren't you calling him?"
“…” Ling Sinan rolled her eyes. “I’m a senior in high school, and he’s a junior!”
"Ling Sinan, are you out of your mind? Senior year is all about review, there's not much new material to begin with. And English is all about vocabulary and foundation. Besides, your brother came back from Australia. What are you still worrying about in senior year?"
That seems to make a lot of sense.
Five minutes later, Ling Sinan knocked on her younger brother Ling Qingyuan's door.
Before I could knock on the door a third time, it opened by itself; it had been ajar.
In the past two days, she and Ling Qingyuan haven't spoken much. She wanted to keep some distance so that they could both stay clear-headed.
"Qingyuan?" Ling Sinan leaned over and called to him, but there was no response. "I'm coming in."
When she entered the room, it was empty except for the bathroom door, which was closed, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Turns out they were taking a shower.
There are three bathrooms in this house: one in the master bedroom, one in Ling Qingyuan's room, and one in the common area.
However, she still felt a sense of novelty when she entered her brother's bedroom for the second time.
The little eyes glanced around the room casually before stopping on the bookshelf.
The bookshelf was neatly arranged, filled with original texts and scientific magazines whose names she couldn't even understand, all sorts of books arranged by name and category.
Her younger brother was far more outstanding than her, so the Ling family's education had its merits, since she was just an ordinary high school student struggling to keep up with the average.
Ling Qingyuan is a dazzling star among countless ordinary stars.
Realizing that she had been lost in a moment of infatuation, Ling Sinan quickly stopped herself.
Ling Sinan thought she should go back to her room and wait for him to finish washing up before talking to him. As she turned around, a few test papers slipped out of her arms.
She crouched down to pick it up, and inadvertently glanced up and saw a strangely colored notebook in the corner of the bookshelf.
The reason she found the color strange—she pulled it out, stared at the notebook, and couldn't help but laugh—was because it was a children's cartoon-covered notebook.
Is this something from when my younger brother was little?
He wouldn't have had such a notebook before he was six years old, so it must have been after he started school at seven.
Thinking about how she had missed the past ten years of his life, Ling Sinan couldn't resist opening it.
It's something for children, probably some kind of drawing or something.
Perhaps there will be some childish remarks, but that's not really a matter of privacy, is it? Ling Sinan told herself.
I was so eager to know what my younger brother was like before that I couldn't resist flipping through the pages.
The room was lit by a desk lamp, and the spot where she was squatting was somewhat dim.
Under the dim orange light, Ling Sinan stared blankly at the contents of her notebook.
Just flip to any page—
"The child was missing for 3 days, from May 2nd to May 4th of xx year."
"June 3rd - June 14th, xx year: 96 points in math (12 days)"
"My clothes were dirty for four days, from July 17th to July 20th, [year]".
"From August 27th to September 3rd, [year], [number] words were missed in 3 days"
...
...
"Retorted for 11 days from October 5th to October 15th, xx year"
"I skipped 9 days of piano practice from November 18th to November 26th, [year]".
"Fighting lasted 49 days, from January 12th to March 1st of this year."
"Bring potatoes home for 9 days from April 26th to May 4th, [year]"
—There is also an accompanying illustration and a line of small text next to this, and the blue pen seems to have been smudged by the liquid.
There's a picture of a puppy with a cross on its head, the lines of which are already blurred.
Although the small characters next to it are still quite immature, the beautiful handwriting is already beginning to show.
The text reads...
sorry.
Ling Sinan felt a tightness in her chest.
What's this?
Why wasn't it the innocent talk of a child that she imagined?
Her brow furrowed as she flipped through the pages, which were filled with dates and days, along with some inexplicable explanations.
The last few pages are filled with various class schedules, leaving almost no free space.
She abruptly flipped back to the first page.
The handwriting on that page was very neat, making it seem like it was added later.
— December 8th, xx year, 172 days since my sister came back
Ling Sinan's mind went completely blank for a moment.
What are you looking at?
Ling Qingyuan's voice came from behind.
Ling Sinan turned her head, and for some reason, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
At that moment, Ling Qingyuan was still drying his head with a towel when he noticed his sister's unusual mood. He frowned slightly, and his gaze followed her down to the notebook on her lap. He suddenly froze.
Ling Qingyuan walked over and took the notebook away: "Sister is rummaging through my things."
Ling Sinan looked up at him, her eyes filled with an indescribable expression.
“What is this?” she asked.
Ling Qingyuan shrugged, opened the drawer and stuffed the notebook inside. "You saw it all, so you wouldn't know why you were crying."
“Your record of confinement?” Ling Sinan stood up, looking at him intently.
Ling Qingyuan turned around, calmly lowering his eyelids, his long, thick eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.
His lips curved slightly. "Ling Sinan, what brings you into my room?"
He doesn't like it.
I don't like seeing the pity and sympathy in Ling Sinan's eyes.
He doesn't want anyone's sympathy or pity.
"Qingyuan." Ling Sinan stepped forward and took his hand. "Isn't that right?"
Ling Qingyuan looked down at his two intertwined hands, then slowly raised his eyes: "Now you know what kind of life I've been living since you left."
Ling Qingyuan was undoubtedly favored.
As the only boy in the family, Ling's parents had the highest expectations for him. However, excellence requires proper discipline and guidance, which Ling's parents were clearly not good at—this can be seen from their attitude towards Ling Sinan.
Since his older sister Ling Sinan left, young Ling Qingyuan's temper has become increasingly unruly, and his parents have gradually lost control of him, which has caused them great anxiety.
But what can we do? Our son is our precious treasure; we can't hit him or scold him.
Then they suddenly discovered that there was also a method of discipline called solitary confinement, which did not harm the body.
From then on, Ling Qingyuan's childhood of confinement began.
Aside from attending classes and when necessary, during the closed period, Ling Qingyuan could never step out of the room.
There was no entertainment, only reading and doing exercises.
—Of course, all of this is for his own good.
The love one has for their son may not be as great as the love for an outstanding son.
Until Ling Qingyuan became the Ling Qingyuan we know today.
"Am I perfect?" Ling Qingyuan laughed shamelessly, then winked self-deprecatingly—
"Perfection comes at a price."
Only by becoming like this can he find a way out and the possibility of resistance.
What he didn't say was...
He considered other ways, an easier solution that could quickly end all the troubles.
But he didn't do that in the end; instead, he became the pebble that didn't drift with the current.
because--
"I have spent half my life in confinement waiting for you to come back."
"Because you said you would be back soon."
Suddenly, someone hugged me.
Ling Qingyuan tilted his head back and let out a deep breath.
The curve of his chin was as beautiful and graceful as a young man's face, and his smooth Adam's apple was taut, clean yet fragile.
Ling Qingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed.
She raised her hand and patted her sister who was clinging to her.
"That's enough."
Ling Sinan still refused to let go.
“Mom’s here,” he suddenly said.
Ling Sinan suddenly let go.
Ling Qingyuan shook his head and chuckled: "Still got the guts."
Ling Sinan sobbed, her eyes shimmering with tears as she looked up at him, like a lost fawn in the forest, her eyes filled with a tenderness that evoked pity.
Ling Qingyuan raised his hand, his fair fingers gliding past the corner of her eye.
“I told you, don’t look at me like that.”
"That will only make me want to fuck you more."
"Then Ling Sinan..."
"My feelings for you now go beyond just being siblings."
"Once you really start down this path, there's no turning back."
Ling Sinan had a dream.
In her dream, she opened her legs to Ling Qingyuan, indulging in sensual pleasures and engaging in wild intercourse—at school, on the bus, at home…everywhere bore the traces of their lovemaking.
Her brother's penis remained inside her body from beginning to end, never leaving.
Incest brought her not only shame, but also a strong sense of violating morality.
They even had sex in front of their parents, and to their parents' shock, the younger brother's semen sprayed inside her.
This was the most explicit and violent scene Ling Sinan had ever seen in her life, yet she reached an intensely pleasurable climax in her dream.
When I woke up, the area beneath me was wet, and the sheets were even soaked.
Ling Sinan sat on the bed, her fingertips tracing her dry lips.
Recalling the sensations in her dream, a fluid flowed from her lower body again.
This was the most comfortable she had ever experienced, a blissful and unforgettable orgasm...
It makes people nostalgic.
[It's precisely because he's your younger brother that you like him.]
She remembered what Ling Qingyuan had said to her that day.
[You and I share the same blood; we are kindred spirits, sister.]
Yes, they are kindred spirits.

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