Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 118: You Know, I’ve Always Had a Thing for Older Sis

"......"

Tong Yingying sneaked a glance at Yan Huan, feeling a bit guilty.

But then she thought—wasn’t this brat afraid that after exposing himself like this, she’d just snap and devour him whole while he was in this weak and pitiful state?

Besides, this was just a small, harmless quirk of hers!

What’s wrong with my XP?! My XP is perfectly normal! .jpg

"A crush on a pervert... Be specific, explain in detail?"

Deciding to dig deeper, Tong Yingying pressed on.

Yan Huan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He reached for the wine glass in her hand, only to have the back of his hand smacked at lightning speed.

"PA!"

"Hiss..."

Tong Yingying snatched the glass and the entire bottle away, massaging her temples in frustration.

"Your face is already so red after just one glass, and you still want more? No way. I’m confiscating it."

She never imagined there’d be a day when she’d be the one stopping Yan Huan from drinking.

Yan Huan sighed in defeat, rubbing his face.

The warmth of the alcohol contrasted with the coolness of his fingers, which felt strangely comforting.

"I need to figure out how to explain this to you, Sister Tong..."

"Hmm?"

Loose strands of hair slipped through his fingers, casting shadows over his eyes.

The shifting shadows blurred and transford into Sakura Palace’s face—smiling behind her hand, as beautiful as ever.

He found himself describing to Tong Yingying everything about her—the elegance, the gentleness, the loneliness that made people want to protect her…

But as he spoke, that perfect image of Sakura Palace in his mind slowly darkened.

Her body seed to split apart, releasing countless pairs of eyes that spread and covered every corner of his life.

His preferences, his schedule, his habits…

Yan Huan felt a chill creeping in, but he reassured himself:

At the very least, those eyes were filled with love for him.

He stopped there, choosing not to ntion how Sakura Palace had used a Modifier on him, attempting to rewrite his very perception of reality.

Tong Yingying, however, silently took out her phone.

Yan Huan, still feeling dizzy, looked at her and asked,

"Sister Tong, what are you doing?"

"What do you think? I’m calling the damn police!"

"...Huh?"

"ow?"

Yan Huan blinked, and even ow-chan, who had sohow appeared on the bar counter, widened its eyes at the shocked Tong Yingying.

"No, seriously, this is terrifying! This is absolutely at a ‘call-the-cops’ level. Damn, I never thought I’d actually be saying the words ‘call the police’ one day. This is beyond ssed up."

"......"

Yan Huan froze for a mont, suddenly realizing how much his standards for "normal" had warped over ti.

After encountering a mind-controlling hypnotist, a violent idiot, an invisible stalker, a drugging childhood friend…

Sohow, "being secretly monitored" had started to feel... acceptable?!

Seeing Tong Yingying reaching for her phone, Yan Huan, feeling overwheld, grabbed a wine glass from behind the bar and downed its contents in one gulp.

"Hey! Didn’t I just say no more drinking?!"

She imdiately snatched the glass from him, but Yan Huan was quicker—he grabbed her phone.

"Relax, Sister Tong. It’s already over."

The truth was, it was far from over.

In fact, it was just beginning.

Because Sakura Palace was the fifth Modifier user.

But for tonight, just for this mont, Yan Huan didn’t want to think about any of it.

"......"

Tong Yingying studied him in silence before speaking.

"Having your first love shatter like that must be rough... But maybe this is for the best. Seeing a person for who they really are is the only way to truly evaluate your relationship with them."

She paused before adding,

"Think about it—if she hadn’t been exposed, you’d just have a stalker lurking around you all the ti. That’s not good for either of you."

Yan Huan said nothing.

He simply laid his head on the bar, listening to the rain outside.

Drip, drip, drip…

Tong Yingying sighed.

"Alright, that’s enough for today. Co to my place and get so proper rest."

"......"

Without waiting for his response, she hoisted him up and carried him toward her second-floor room.

"Click."

She kicked open the slightly ajar door, tossed so scattered clothes off the bed, and then dumped Yan Huan onto it.

Damn.

With all that gym training, this brat had definitely gotten heavier. Carrying him up here had been a workout.

"Whew~"

She clapped her hands together, then turned to look at the dazed Yan Huan, who was lying on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a brief silence, she muttered,

"...Looks like tonight, I really have to switch to ‘understanding big sister’ mode."

The next mont, she reached up and untied the red ribbon holding her hair up.

"Whoosh…"

Like cascading roses, her long, crimson hair tumbled down, adding a deep allure to her presence.

Then, she slipped off her shoes and socks and climbed into bed.

Lying on her side, she studied Yan Huan’s lost expression before gently placing a hand on his cheek.

"Balancing studying, part-ti jobs, working out, and being Student Council President—you always seem so full of energy, like you have endless stamina. I thought nothing ever got to you."

"......"

Yan Huan blinked and turned his head toward her.

From within the soft, silky curtain of her long red hair, he could see her mature, beautiful face gazing at him.

Because of her posture, the hem of her black t-shirt shifted slightly, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone, her shoulder, and the softest lines of her figure.

"But the truth is, you do feel pressure, don’t you? You just bury it deep down."

Her voice was gentle, like a soft rain.

"It’s like swimming toward a distant shore—just because you see the land and have a goal, it doesn’t an you’re not exhausted.

"But when that illusion of ‘shore’ disappears, the exhaustion you’ve been ignoring finally hits you all at once."

As she spoke, Tong Yingying reached out and pulled him into an embrace.

For a brief, dizzying mont, Yan Huan felt like he had fallen into a bed of rose-scented cotton candy.

"It’s okay. It’s okay to be tired. There’s nothing shaful about it."

She gently patted his back.

"Sleep. When the rain stops, everything will be fine~"

"......"

Yan Huan bit his lip, showing no particular emotion.

But then, slowly, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Tong Yingying’s waist.

And in her embrace, he finally closed his eyes.

All five Modifier users had now been revealed.

No more hidden threats, no more unknown dangers.

Here, in Sister Tong’s arms, he didn’t have to think about anything.

Nearby, ow-chan hopped onto the bed.

Seeing the scene before it, it visibly relaxed, plopping down comfortably.

With its plump little body squishing out from its seated position, it looked like nothing more than a round, black fluffball.

"...Thanks, Sister Tong."

"It’s nothing…"

Tong Yingying smiled softly and continued in a comforting tone,

"Things that seem huge now won’t feel that way in the future. You just have to get past them.

"Like when I was a kid, I used to be terrified of snakes.

"And yet, once when I was drunk at the pub, I saw a talking white snake. It told

I was the ‘main character of this world’ and that it could fulfill all my dirtiest desires..."

Mid-sentence, Tong Yingying clenched her fist and punched the air.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp wind cut through the room as she smirked.

"I decked it with one punch. Maybe I was just drunk, but thinking back on it… I’m not even scared of snakes anymore."

"......"

"So really, it’s nothing. Just sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning."

Yan Huan’s consciousness blurred into sleep.

But beside him, ow-chan blinked.

Sothing felt off.

"ow?"

Tong Yingying held Yan Huan a little tighter, listening to the rain outside as she closed her eyes, intending to take a short nap.

But just as she was about to drift off, she suddenly heard a faint murmur from the boy in her arms.

"Ying..."

"...What?"

Her eyes snapped open as she glanced down at Yan Huan.

He seed to be fast asleep, just muttering in his dreams.

"...Sakura Palace..."

The next second, a very familiar na slipped from Yan Huan’s lips in a groggy whisper.

Veins bulged on Tong Yingying’s forehead.

"...I spent all this ti comforting you, didn't even get a single bite, and you're still thinking about her?"

"......"

But Yan Huan was already deep asleep and didn’t utter another word.

Tong Yingying had just barely managed to stay in gentle big-sister mode through an incredibly frustrating phone call. And now this? Hearing him mumbling another woman’s na?

Her entire existence was oscillating between a nurturing herbivore and a ravenous predator, flickering like an Ultraman’s energy warning light.

If she were in herbivore mode, none of this would matter.

But if she shifted into carnivore mode…

Then this 184cm, heartbroken, emotionally vulnerable high school boy lying defenseless in her arms...

What a struggle it would be to resist.

Especially after all the careful grooming she had put in.

A total victory for the "nurturing" archetype!

Sure, he was still a bit raw—not quite at his peak—but what was the harm in a little taste?

Just a small sample, to test the waters?

Tong Yingying licked her lips, her gaze shifting entirely into predator mode.

She gently laid Yan Huan flat on the bed, reaching up to sweep her long, crimson hair behind her shoulders.

Then, with breath as soft as orchids, she leaned down and gently captured his lips.

"Smooch~"

"ow!?"

ow-chan, previously curled up in its little loaf position, suddenly exploded into a full-body shock.

How did comforting turn into full-on kissing?!

And what was with that dominance?!

Tong Yingying’s kisses weren’t soft or gentle—they were aggressive.

It felt less like a kiss and more like she was consuming him whole.

Moving in, inch by inch, swallowing him deeper...

She didn’t even close her eyes.

She only half-lowered her gaze—like a cold-blooded predator savoring the sight of its prey slowly suffocating.

Yan Huan’s breath was stolen from him almost instantly.

"Mmph..."

His body instinctively struggled, his hands blindly groping at the sheets as if searching for an escape.

But before he could even think about breaking free—

Tong Yingying’s hands caught him.

There was no room for retreat.

Only the slow, suffocating tornt of a predator taking its ti.

"Smack..."

Just as Yan Huan’s expression twisted toward pain, Tong Yingying suddenly pulled away.

"Hah... Hah... Hah..."

Still half-asleep, Yan Huan gasped for air, desperately refilling his lungs.

Tong Yingying, on the other hand, wiped her lips and smiled in satisfaction.

"I’ll be taking your first kiss, thank you very much."

"......"

She cast a casual glance downward—

A little disappointed.

After all, when a guy’s unconscious, there’s no reaction.

Which is why "drunk sex" is always a myth and an excuse—because they always know what they’re doing.

Even if alcohol lowers inhibitions, it never overrides awareness.

"Alright, interest collected. Now get so proper rest."

Tong Yingying smirked as she traced a finger along his cheek.

Then, she leaned down once more and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"You’ve worked hard, Yan Huan."

"......"

With that, she took off his shoes and carefully tucked him in.

Only after making sure he was comfortable did she grab her phone, stand up, and quietly leave the room.

"Click."

The door shut behind her, leaving the ssy bedroom with just one blissfully unaware boy and one stunned, invisible witness.

"ow~"

ow-chan blinked.

It tilted its head, staring at the door Tong Yingying had just walked out of.

Then, it stood up, stretched lazily, and trotted over to perch on Yan Huan’s chest.

Like a tiny guardian beast, it settled in and did not move.

anwhile, at Sakura Palace’s residence in Jinghe District—

Nara flicked the thermoter in her hand before reading the numbers.

"Hmm, back to normal temperature. The doctor says you’re just weak from lack of proper exercise."

"......"

She packed the thermoter away and turned to look at Sakura Palace, who lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I already responded to your brother for you. He said sothing about visiting during the sumr break..."

As she spoke, Nara sat down beside the bed, her sharp gaze locked onto the dazed girl.

"So, did you finally co clean to Yan Huan today?"

Sakura Palace nodded.

Then, a second later, she shook her head.

"...I suppose... no, not really..."

"...Huh?"

Nara stared at her, utterly exasperated.

She wanted to grab this idiot and shake her.

"I told you so many tis—when it’s already gone this far, playing avoidance gas is a death sentence. Your only chance of survival was a full confession."

"But... but..."

Sakura Palace curled up, burying her face into the blankets.

"How could I just... openly admit it? I just can’t... I don’t have the courage..."

"If you don’t have the courage, that’s fine."

Nara folded her arms.

"But then accept the consequences. Right now, you’re spiraling because your plan didn’t work, and things might be even worse."

Sakura Palace clenched her chest in distress, her voice trembling.

"I just... I just wanted to keep things the way they were. Why does it have to be like this...?"

Nara sighed.

"What do I do now, Nara?"

At first, Nara looked frustrated.

But when she saw just how pitiful Sakura Palace looked, she sighed again, rubbing her temples.

"Alright, I’ll help you co up with a plan—but first, we need ground rules."

"......"

"You have to follow my instructions exactly. No more running away, no doing things your own way. Got it?"

"...Mm."

Nara clicked her tongue and stood up.

"Where are you going...?"

"Step one: taking down every single hidden cara you planted."

"......"

Sakura Palace’s lips parted as if she wanted to protest—

But then she rembered their ground rules.

So instead, she swallowed her words and asked:

"Then... after that, what should I do?"

"...Ojou-sama."

Nara rubbed her temples again.

"I call myself the ‘Chuunan Killer,’ but fixing a disaster this bad isn’t exactly my specialty, alright?"

She sighed.

"Give

so ti to think. You should focus on recovering."

Then, her expression darkened slightly.

"Because fixing your relationship with Yan Huan is going to be a full-on war.

"And it’s not just between you two, is it?"

Nara narrowed her eyes.

"Now tell ... what the hell is going on with Spencer?"

The mont the na Spencer was ntioned, even in her weakened state, pure fury erupted from Sakura Palace’s expression.

That woman.

If it weren’t for Spencer, none of this would have happened!

Her secret never would’ve been exposed.

Her Modifier never would have failed.

Sakura Palace’s fingers clenched into her sheets as the shadows around her seed to thicken, swirling like boiling mist.

"The mont the Club Competition ends..."

She narrowed her eyes, voice dripping with venom.

"I’m going to make Spencer disappear."