[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m":3,"chapter-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-95":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},533111,785,"Chapter 95: One Week","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>A week before the results, the anxiety comes back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like before, when it filled every available space and left no room for anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is quieter, more persistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It settles somewhere under everything I do, like a low-frequency sound I can’t quite hear but can’t ignore either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I notice it when I wake up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not immediately, not in that first disoriented moment between sleep and consciousness, but a few seconds after, when my brain catches up and remembers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lie there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out if I feel different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which is the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I should feel done with it by now. The submission is over, the designs are out of my hands, there’s nothing left to revise or fix or improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s nothing left to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow that makes it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I get out of bed anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Routine helps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try to sketch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It used to be automatic, the way my hand would move without hesitation, lines forming before I consciously decided what I was drawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I hesitate just for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long enough to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Is this line right?*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a meaningless question, this isn’t for anything, there’s no standard it needs to meet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I draw it anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I erase it, redraw it, adjust the angle, stare at it longer than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fine the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the thought still lingers, persistent and unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*It could be better.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I flip the page and start something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staircase this time. Clean lines, simple geometry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway through, I stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because anything is wrong, but because I’m thinking about the competition again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About the version I submitted, about whether the proportions were slightly off, about whether the material choice in section three was too conservative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About whether—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I close the sketchbook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Set it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s nothing I can change now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it like this doesn’t do anything except make me feel like I missed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I don’t even know *what* I might have missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That lasts maybe ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I get through a page, then realize I haven’t absorbed any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words register individually, but they don’t connect into anything meaningful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain keeps drifting back to the same place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*What if it wasn’t enough?*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I close the book, set it down on the bedside table, stare at it for a moment like it’s personally responsible for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It isn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the frustrating part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no problem to solve here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By midday, I’ve already run out of distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The estate is too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe I’m just noticing the quiet more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk without really deciding where I’m going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down one corridor, then another, past rooms I’ve been in before but don’t really *use.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place is large enough that I can keep moving without repeating the same path, but the novelty of that wore off weeks ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it just feels... excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much space for one person with nothing to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I end up in the library again, not intentionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just happens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door is already open, light spilling in from the tall windows along the far wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shelves are exactly as they always are.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly organized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk along one row, letting my fingers trail lightly across the spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not really looking for anything specific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pull out a book at random.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flip it open, read a paragraph, close it again, put it back exactly where I found it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not the book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not actually trying to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m trying to *not think.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, predictably, isn’t working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The restlessness has settled in properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sharp enough to be panic, not overwhelming enough to be a spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just constant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A steady pressure at the back of my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try to ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That doesn’t help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try to reason with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That helps even less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*You did the work.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*You checked everything.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*You submitted something you were confident in.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of that is true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Objectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it doesn’t make the feeling go away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the problem isn’t logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the fact that I don’t know what’s going to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I hate not knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think about messaging someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t even know what I’d say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*I’m waiting for competition results and it’s making me slightly unbearable to myself.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That doesn’t feel like something that needs to be shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not dramatic enough to justify it, not serious enough to require help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should be able to handle this on my own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I always have before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought sticks with me longer than it should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I always have before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about it feels off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wrong, just incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t follow that line of thinking any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t want to examine it too closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night comes slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The estate gets quieter, or maybe I just notice the quiet more when it’s dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I change, get into bed, and lie on my back staring at the ceiling again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly like this morning, except now there’s a full day between then and now, and nothing has actually changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anxiety is still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still quiet, still persistent, still pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try to imagine how I’ll feel when the results come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relieved, maybe, or disappointed, or nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That last possibility sits strangely with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea that this thing I’ve spent months working toward could end with... nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reaction, no shift, just continuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn onto my side and close my eyes, open them again almost immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleep doesn’t come easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain won’t settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It keeps circling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to specific flaws, not to concrete mistakes, just to the idea that something might be wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something I didn’t catch, something I can’t fix now even if I knew what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhale slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try to let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just... fades slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough that I can pretend it’s manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough that I can lie here and wait for sleep to eventually take over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, it does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cleanly or peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because thinking about this any longer won’t change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now, that’s the part I need to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I don’t like it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1099,"2026-05-30T13:48:48.798Z","2026-06-01T04:31:23.281Z",1,"novelbin.me","a87e9f2da867bcfa838b8a08e5512c35ff7092260d1b30361c0ef4ff24b03b38","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-96","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-94",106,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-cover.jpg"]