The Strange Encounter at Ye Qi’s Door

Clatter…

The bedroom door continued to shriek, echoing as it bounced subtly against the wall.

Yet, the atmosphere at my door at this moment was…

“…”

Silence.

“…………..”

Dead silence.

“…………………….”

‘This… what exactly…’

I saw a man and a woman standing outside the door, steam practically fuming from their eyes.

The man was, of course, Ye Sakaki—someone I would never admit was my own brother. He was a symbol of youthful shame compared to my current self, a dark corner of my memory. I would never, under any circumstances, acknowledge him as my sibling.

And the woman, naturally, was Tenshouin Youli, her small face inexplicably puffed up, more vibrant than a ripe apple.

‘What in the world is going on?!’

I clutched my swollen face and slumped against the wall in utter despair.

“Double-faced” was no misnomer; it was a physical reality for me, an accurate measurement calculated by volume. Capillary rupture had led to poor blood circulation in the injured area, accumulating in my “handsome” face and forming a veritable “fruit” of trapped nutrients.

‘Ugh… it hurts….’

‘….’

‘But…………..’

That body, as pristine as white jade, reflected a shimmering aura under the streaks of sunlight filtering through the curtains. Small and delicate, a tender form devoid of even the faintest down, she sat limply on the sunken, soft bed.

A face of delicate beauty, yet still so childlike, revealed a profound bewilderment. Her half-open eyes, like polished rubies, held an ineffable shyness, while a lovely blush adorned her exquisitely delicate, doll-like features, elevating her already flawless charm to another level.

Even more striking was that provocative choker. Though it severely detracted from my sister’s natural grace, it brought her ethereal aura down to earth, stirring an irresistible urge to protect and dominate.

Pffft!!!!

I clamped a hand over my nose. My already fragile capillaries could no longer contain it, and crimson liquid defiantly seeped through the cracks between my fingers, sliding down.

‘Ahhh! Ye Sakaki! What are you thinking?! That’s your sister! Your own sister! Are you a beast?!’

I plunged into a deep abyss of self-loathing.

****

Inside my room.

“Uhm… Little Qi… ah.”

Youli’s words seemed somewhat disjointed.

“That… what was that just now?! Seriously?!”

However, I showed no sign of responding to Youli’s words.

From Youli’s perspective, I was absurdly striking various chuunibyou poses by myself, as if trying to command the very heavens and earth, ceaselessly groping at empty air.

“Little Qi? Little Qi?”

‘What happened just now? That peculiar tactile sensation… Shouldn’t my ability be complete hydrokinesis? But what appeared just now felt like directly touching an ‘invisible’ object… What exactly is going on…’

“Little Qi… Little Qi, what’s wrong with you?”

‘But it shouldn’t be… Didn’t the purple-haired senior say… that the origin of abilities is linked to one’s inherent potential? But… my potential hasn’t changed in the slightest, has it?’

“Ah!”

Youli let out a piercing shriek right into my ear.

“Ahhh, what’s wrong? What happened?!”

I suddenly snapped back to my senses. Feeling Youli’s warm breath on my ear, a wave of panic washed over me.

“Oh~ Youli… Uh, Youli, why did you suddenly come to my house today?”

….

“Well~ It’s about some things… But Little Qi… could you explain something to me first?”

Youli’s tone seemed rather serious. But what was I supposed to do? Explain some “ability” nonsense to Youli? It was clearly a supernatural phenomenon! Even normal people wouldn’t believe it if they saw it, right?!

“Oh~ You mean that? That was my electric door~”

‘So your electric door can just snap off door locks? The furniture company must have grown up making weapons, right?!’

Youli’s expression looked quite natural… Yes! She must have believed it. My Youli is just that easy to fool, after all~

“What are you talking about? What door? What does it have to do with a door?”

Youli seemed confused.

“Uhm….”

“….It’s not about the door?”

I could only probe cautiously, as expecting a normal person to accept such “abnormalities” was simply too whimsical.

“So Youli… what do you want to ask?”