Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 101: A Slightly Shaken Spencer

"…Alright, alright, enough reminiscing. You can’t even bring yourself to kiss him? How dull. Now that everything’s settled, can we leave already?"

Little Finger’s phantom form on An Le’s shoulder twitched in irritation as it listened to her sentintal musings.

It much preferred a direct, storm-like approach—these kinds of sweet, pure love stories only had a place in its dictionary when soone was stealing that love away.

Now that An Le had lost confidence from her previous failures, she was stuck indulging in these unrealistic fantasies, making Little Finger’s head ache.

With a dismissive remark, the snake-like entity vanished into thin air, leaving An Le to purse her lips in mild frustration.

"Seriously…"

People like An Le often muttered to themselves when alone, but when others were around, they tended to fall silent.

Now that Little Finger had disappeared, that familiar sense of loneliness returned.

She opened her mouth slightly, then looked down at the phone book on the table and murmured,

"I wish we could be as happy as we were back then… forever."

After a mont of silence, she reached out, closed the phone book, and placed it back in the cabinet where Yelena had left it.

She had no idea what was unfolding behind the curtain.

—Back to the mont when Spencer’s lips touched Yan Huan’s cheek.

Feeling the warm softness against his skin, Yan Huan’s body stiffened slightly.

Since she had kissed his cheek, he couldn’t see her expression—but he could see her flushed, pink-tinted earlobes.

Pinned down by Spencer’s ridiculous strength, Yan Huan felt as though he had four 100-kilogram dumbbells weighing down his joints.

Seriously, this girl’s strength was absurd.

That aside…

Why was she just staying there after kissing him?

Did she… fall asleep?

While Yan Huan was still trying to figure it out, Spencer’s heart was practically hamring against her ribs, threatening to burst from her chest.

Thump—thump—thump—

After all, this was her first ti doing sothing this bold.

She had read plenty of doujinshi, but experiencing it in real life was completely different.

Her limits had already been pushed to the max just by kissing his cheek.

Now, she had no idea what to do next.

So she simply froze in place, maintaining the kiss, waiting for Yan Huan to react first so she could take the opportunity to escape.

Backing away now, facing him directly, just felt… embarrassing.

Yes! That’s it! She’d just wait for him to do sothing!

But then—

From outside the curtain, a soft voice drifted in.

"I wish we could be as happy as we were back then… forever."

That voice…

An Le?

Spencer blinked in surprise.

She smacked her forehead internally.

Right—An Le and she were on the sa side!

For a mont, she had thought it was that annoying Ying Gong Tong outside.

Oops.

But no problem! Once she took Yan Huan for herself, she could always give him to An Le later.

That still counted as sharing, right?

Click—

The sound of a door closing.

Outside, An Le had left the infirmary.

Yan Huan glanced toward the door.

The next mont, a phantom black cat appeared at the edge of the bed and said,

"An Le is gone, ow."

"……"

Yan Huan took a deep breath.

No longer needing to suppress his voice, all the irritation he had bottled up toward Spencer ca rushing out.

His eyes flickered to her exposed, flushed earlobe—

And without warning, he leaned in and bit down lightly.

"Ahh!!"

Spencer jolted as if struck by lightning.

Her soft body trembled against him before she imdiately sat upright, face burning, hands flying to her ear.

"You—You bit ?!"

She gasped for breath, completely flustered.

It didn’t make sense. She had touched her own ears before, but never had it felt like this.

That hot breath, that bite, it was like it had burrowed straight into her brain, making her legs go weak.

Finally, her grip on his limbs loosened.

Yan Huan took the chance to arch his back slightly—

And with incredible core strength, he launched Spencer off him, finally breaking free from her vice-like hold.

He pushed himself up slightly, taking a much-needed breath.

"A dog bit

first. Why shouldn’t I bite the dog back?"

Spencer trembled as she clutched her ear.

She heard the cold edge in his voice, saw the way his expression darkened.

"……"

For a mont, she was speechless.

Then, her gaze drifted downward.

And almost imdiately, she snapped her eyes back up, face even redder than before.

Monts later, she schooled her features into a smirk, pointing at him mockingly.

"Hah! You call it a dog bite, but co on—if a real dog bit you, would you have felt anything?"

"……"

She grinned, then leaned in slightly, tilting her head.

"Be honest… you loved it, didn’t you?"

Just as she was about to throw in a playful insult, sothing clicked in her mind.

Her eyes widened.

Then—

She bolted backward on the bed, retreating as if she had just committed a war cri.

She looked like she was afraid he’d pinch her face or smack her again.

"……"

Yan Huan clenched his fists but, after a brief pause, let out a sigh and sneered,

"Seriously? That’s it?"

"Huh?"

Spencer, still shielding her head, blinked in confusion.

Yan Huan’s smirk deepened.

"A cheek kiss? That’s sothing only kids do. Haven’t you read plenty of doujinshi? Surely you know what a real adult kiss looks like?"

A real adult kiss…

Spencer’s entire face turned crimson.

Her fangs clenched.

Her mind exploded with images she absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about.

Mouths…

Tongues…

That kind of…

Her eyes beca unfocused.

Then, shaking off the thought, she pointed at his lower half, about to refute—

But before she could, Yan Huan calmly said,

"This is a completely normal biological reaction. Didn’t they teach you that in health class?"

He spoke with a composed, matter-of-fact tone.

"During puberty, males experience hormonal fluctuations that can cause spontaneous physiological responses.

"Even without a girl being nearby, this can still happen—simply due to natural hormonal activity.

"In other words, it has nothing to do with you.

"If anything, this would’ve happened with any girl nearby. It’s just how the body works.

"Don’t tell

you never learned that in health class?"

Spencer’s jaw dropped slightly.

His serious expression made it sound… so legit.

Hormones… puberty…

Was that really in the curriculum?

Had she just… completely missed that lesson?

So…

Everything she did just now had zero effect on him?!

No wonder he wasn’t reacting like a heroine in those doujinshi, imdiately drowning in pleasure!

"……"

Watching her entire worldview collapse, Yan Huan finally let out a slow breath.

In reality, he had reacted to this idiot’s body.

He just refused to admit it.

As long as he acted confident and threw enough nonsense at her, this fool would never figure it out.

Nearby, ow-chan glanced at Spencer, who was nodding along in deep thought. Then, it turned to Yan Huan and let out a small "ow," its tone dripping with judgnt.

"Can’t believe this idiot thought she could seduce soone with tactics fit for a kindergartener… how pathetic—"

Mid-sentence, Yan Huan suddenly paused.

Because the mont he stopped focusing on the conversation—

He felt that strange, lingering influence creeping back into his mind again.

Yan Huan was silent for a mont before straightening his clothes. He dropped the sarcasm from his tone and simply said,

"I have things to do, so I’m leaving. By the way, this counts as one. You have four more chances left. After that, we’re even."

With that, he turned to leave, completely unaware that his dismissive remark had struck a nerve deep within Spencer.

Behind him, her jaw tightened, and she clenched her fists.

Just then—

Ding!

A ssage popped up from Bai Yi on Plane.

[I'm at the milk tea shop. What do you want? I’ll order first.]

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yan Huan casually sent a cat emoji in response before typing,

[One pearl milk tea, room temperature, less sugar. I’ll be there soon—]

Before he could finish typing, Spencer suddenly grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back onto the bed.

Yan Huan’s pupils shrank slightly. Just as he was about to turn around, Spencer’s fingers slid down and locked tightly around his own, intertwining their fingers.

"Seriously, this is so frustrating… Even if it’s just so puberty thing, you’ve never done this kind of thing with that damn Ying Gong Tong, have you?!"

Spencer’s head tilted slightly, her face flushed, but her gaze remained sharp.

She tightened their interlocked fingers before pulling him down, forcing him to lie back against her lap.

"!!"

His head landed directly on her closed thighs. When he looked up, he could only see half of her face.

He had to admit—her body proportions were… impressive.

"Spencer, you—"

Before he could finish, she suddenly leaned down, locking eyes with him.

"Don’t look down on !"

Her lips quivered as she spoke, her face burning red.

"It’s just a real kiss, right…? I-It’s nothing for !"

She squeezed his left hand tightly, her right hand cradling the back of his head as she slowly lowered herself toward his lips.

Yan Huan’s mind briefly wandered.

She was kneeling on the bed while he lay on her lap—how was she even planning to kiss him like this?

But as her head lowered, he realized sothing—

Her flexibility was insane.

Wait—was she actually going to reach?!

That was when the thought of dodging finally hit him.

Spencer had already squeezed her eyes shut, too nervous to even look at him. Her entire body, even her thighs, trembled uncontrollably.

But her long golden hair, unaffected by her hesitation, obeyed only gravity.

And because she was so flustered, she didn’t bother to move it out of the way.

Just as Yan Huan tried to escape, a cascade of silky, shampoo-scented golden strands fell onto his face.

His vision was completely covered by the warm, golden hair.

He froze.

The next second, sothing soft and warm, trembling slightly, gently pressed against his lips.

His fingers, still intertwined with hers, felt her grip tighten—

Like a child clutching an elder’s hand when getting a shot.

"……"

Beside them, ow-chan’s tail bristled in shock before quickly averting its gaze.

Yan Huan, unable to see anything through the curtain of golden hair, had no choice but to rely on instinct.

Her lips were thin, yet not too small.

Warm, moist, smooth—

The sensation was fleeting, almost like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.

The sensitive nerves on his lips felt the faint warmth of her breath, that tiny wisp of air slipping past her lips and into his chest.

Since she was kissing him upside down, there was a natural asymtry—

The mont he unconsciously shifted, his lips brushed against her slightly fuller upper lip.

"!!"

Spencer jolted as if she had been electrocuted.

Panicking, she instantly pulled back.

Her golden hair, now slightly disheveled, frad her face, which was burning red.

She clutched her lips with both hands, eyes wide.

It was such a simple motion—nothing compared to the weightlifting she did daily—

Yet she was gasping for breath, unable to calm herself.

"Hah… hah… hah…"

anwhile, still lying on her lap, Yan Huan also stared up at her, montarily dazed.

He had to admit—

For soone who had lived two lifetis, this was his first real "Spencer shock."

Pop!

Inside the "Command Center" of his mind, the chibi-version of Little Head Yan Huan had already popped champagne, jumping around in celebration.

anwhile, all the other mini-Yan Huans sat stiffly in their chairs, grim-faced, silently watching Little Head Yan Huan dance around singing, "Today is a good day!"

The good news:

After two lifetis, the Era of the First Kiss had finally ended.

The bad news:

The one to end it—was none other than the idiot Aria Spencer, the person they least respected.

Every mini-Yan Huan buried their faces in their hands, looking absolutely devastated.

"What the hell do we do now…?"

"Where’s Ying Gong Tong? Soone fix this ss!"

"But… let’s be honest, it wasn’t that bad, right?"

"Shut the hell up!!"

Back in reality—

The phone in Yan Huan’s right hand, displaying his chat with Bai Yi, had sohow slipped from his fingers.

But his left hand… was still intertwined with hers.

Spencer, still panting, her mind in complete chaos, stared at the utterly stunned Yan Huan.

Her embarrassnt was suddenly overtaken by triumph.

She burst into laughter, pointing at his face.

"Hahahaha! See?! No way that damn Ying Gong Tong ever did this with you! Look at you—y-you—"

But mid-sentence, her smug expression wavered.

The mory of their kiss resurfaced in her mind.

Her bravado slowly crumbled.

Her confident smirk faded, her eyes turned misty with uncertainty.

"Ugh…"

She clutched her lips again but didn’t dare press down—afraid of making them even more sensitive.

A warmth spread through her, an unfamiliar heat she couldn’t quite describe.

"……"

Yan Huan sat up in silence.

He wiped his lips, then turned to glance at Spencer, still sitting on the bed, looking dazed.

She raised her gaze, as if about to say sothing—

But Yan Huan averted his eyes, straightened his clothes, and stood up.

Without a word, he walked toward the door.

Spencer blinked, montarily stunned, before quickly calling out,

"Hey, you—"

"……"

Yan Huan completely ignored her and left the room.

Click.

The door shut behind him.

Spencer opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to get up and chase after him—

But it was only then that she realized…

Her body was completely limp.

She couldn’t stand up.

Was it the aftereffects of her earlier "sickness"?

Or was it…

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, her face burned even redder.

A strange feeling welled up inside her, sothing foreign, impossible to untangle—

Like a ss of tangled strings, like molten lava spilling uncontrollably.

Indescribable.

Untouchable.

Click.

Just as Spencer was scratching her head, trying to figure out if she had successfully "claid" him or not, the door opened again.

Yelena stepped in, carrying a large package.

"Huh? Yan Huan left already?"

"Yeah, he—wait, who are you?"

Yelena approached the open curtain, looking at the flushed, dazed Spencer.

Her eyes narrowed slightly before she glanced at the table—

All the contraception supplies were still intact.

Then she checked the bedsheets—

Apart from so wrinkles, they were clean, dry, and unstained.

Only then did she relax and set down her things.

"I’m Yelena, the school nurse at Yuanyue Academy. But I also have another role…"

She turned to look at Spencer.

"I was once employed by your mother. I was her personal doctor. And now, I’m in charge of your health while you’re in Linn."

Spencer crossed her arms.

"Then why have I never seen you before?"

"Because you’re healthy. Healthy people don’t need doctors, do they?"

"…Fair point."