"Grumble~"
Rewinding the clock slightly, back to First-Year Class C.
"Hey, hey, did you guys look at the School Trip flyers?"
"I heard we'll be heading to a seaside hotel for the first few days. We even get to soak in the hot springs~"
"Hehe, I just want to go shopping in Tokyo."
Inside the classroom, the students had just gone on their lunch break. They huddled together in small groups, chatting about everything under the sun.
The boys were complaining about a specific patch in a certain ga that had nerfed their favorite characters into the ground, or joining forces to mock the newly introduced Trisolarans.
The girls, anwhile, gossiped endlessly, recomnding drama series they were binge-watching, handy little knick-knacks, and fun photo-op spots to check out.
In short, with midterms having just ended and the weekend School Trip fast approaching, everyone had completely lost the motivation to study. Their minds were entirely fixated on boarding that flight to Sakura Country.
"..."
Yet amidst this lively atmosphere, Spencer alone seed to be rejected by the very air in the classroom, leaving her struggling to breathe.
Everyone was displeased by Spencer's return, yet they were intimidated by her background and her incredible, superhuman strength.
Consequently, they had unanimously chosen a unified approach to dealing with Spencer:
Silence and distance.
All morning, not a single person had spoken to her, treating her as if she were completely invisible.
It was exactly how things used to be, yet it had never felt this painful before.
Because back then, she still had a friend by her side.
Spencer pouted and closed her notebook, which was filled with illegible scrawls and question marks, before turning to look at the seat next to hers.
Sitting there was a generously endowed girl: An Le.
Sensing Spencer's gaze, An Le raised her eyes and cast a fleeting glance in her direction.
This was already the umpteenth ti the blonde had stared at her this morning.
This ti, however, An Le did not remain silent. Instead, she looked up at Park Seo-moon, who was just about to stand up.
"Park Seo-moon."
"Ah?"
That single utterance seed to instantly lt the very bones in Park Seo-moon's body.
She stumbled, barely managing to catch herself by leaning against her desk.
Then, panting softly, she shakily turned her head to look at An Le.
"Wh-what is it, An Le?"
An Le stared at her, slightly taken aback, before she pursed her lips and asked,
"Later, could I swap seats with you?"
"S-sure!"
Hearing this, Park Seo-moon blushed and imdiately stood up to begin gathering her belongings.
Seeing An Le starting to pack up as well, she actually stopped what she was doing and hurried over to help An Le first.
"Let
help you pack. You... you can just stay seated."
"I'll help too."
"..."
Soon, the two cronies who usually trailed after Park Seo-moon also rushed over with flushed faces to help An Le pack, leaving An Le with absolutely nothing to do.
This bizarre scene completely short-circuited Spencer's brain. Unable to comprehend what on earth was happening, she could only stare blankly as An Le's seating arrangent was changed.
Before long, An Le was no longer sitting near Spencer. Her place had been taken by Park Seo-moon.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing..."
Truthfully, Park Seo-moon was sowhat bewildered herself as to why she was helping An Le.
But sohow, she couldn't shake the feeling...
That being around her, talking to her, and doing things for her felt incredibly good.
Following that subconscious craving, Park Seo-moon hesitated for a second before blurting out an invitation.
"Do... do you want to grab lunch with us, An Le? My treat..."
"..."
Originally, An Le had intended to reject the offer coldly. However, sensing Spencer's persistent gaze upon her, she considered it for a second before offering a faint smile.
"Sure."
"Then... let's go."
At that mont, most of the students in the class had already left for lunch and their noon break, leaving only the few of them behind.
From her seat, Spencer stared dazedly as An Le was escorted away by Park Seo-moon and her group. Unable to bear it any longer, she finally stood up and called out.
"An Le!"
"...What's wrong?"
An Le's footsteps paused briefly. Then, she turned her head to look back at Spencer.
Spencer hesitated, stamring for quite a while, before she finally avoided eye contact and murmured softly,
"Even if you don't want to hang out with
anymore, you... you don't have to force yourself to get bullied by them.
"Even though you don't see
as a friend anymore, if... if they ever pick on you again, I'll still step in to help."
Upon hearing those words, An Le's pupils contracted slightly.
Blue veins gradually popped on her forehead, and eventually, she couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Grab.
The very next second, she gently reached out and gripped the chin of Park Seo-moon, who was standing beside her.
Park Seo-moon was startled, entirely unprepared for An Le to make such a sudden move.
She subconsciously wanted to resist, yet her body felt that there was nothing wrong with this at all.
Even though her mory had been erased, that lingering pleasure continued to tornt her like a gangrenous sore.
"Mmph..."
As a result, she failed to put up any fight, simply blushing deeply and pressing her lips tight.
Keeping her eyes fixed entirely on Spencer, An Le directed a question toward Park Seo-moon.
"Are you guys going to bully
anymore?"
"N-no..."
Park Seo-moon narrowed her eyes and shook her head frantically.
"Even if you bully ... I'd be willing..."
Spencer's eyes widened to the size of saucers, rendering her even more incapable of comprehending the scene playing out before her.
It felt as though she had ingested psychedelics and was experiencing vivid hallucinations.
Seeing Spencer's utter, unadulterated disbelief, An Le offered a faint smile and let go of Park Seo-moon's chin.
Afterward, she wiped her hand as if finding it filthy.
Recalling the incident she had witnessed earlier involving the disciplinary counselor, An Le cast a hollow look at Spencer, the smile fading completely from her face.
"You should just worry about yourself, Spencer."
'If Little Finger hadn't told
that Spencer's superpower is the hardest to deal with, and that I should prioritize the other two first, I would have...'
Suppressing the discomfort from the scene she had witnessed earlier, An Le said nothing more and simply turned to leave.
She left behind only Spencer, who remained seated there, utterly dumbfounded.
"..."
Stepping out into the corridor, An Le's footsteps faltered slightly. Beside her, Park Seo-moon was still obsequiously pestering her about lunch.
"What do you want to eat, An Le?"
An Le imdiately turned to look at Park Seo-moon, silently evaluating her condition.
She knew that this was the aftereffect of injecting an excessive amount of pleasure.
Even after her mories were deleted, the symptoms would inevitably reveal themselves.
As long as Park Seo-moon stayed away from her, the aftereffects would remain dormant.
But at this mont, An Le couldn't help but wonder:
'If I used the ability to inject excessive pleasure into Xiao Huan, making him completely and utterly fall for ... would that work?'
'To achieve an effect like that, the amount of pleasure I'd have to inject would probably need to be countless tis greater than what I accidentally slipped in the first ti.'
'Before, I only wanted to use Superconductor to steal Xiao Huan's first ti.'
'And once Superconductor ends, there won't be any severe aftereffects like this.'
'Which ans however Xiao Huan views
now, that's exactly how he'll view
after it's over.'
"..."
Hesitating, An Le closed her eyes and suddenly addressed Park Seo-moon and the others.
"You guys go ahead. I don't want to eat with you anymore."
"Eh? But..."
"Did you not hear
clearly?"
Park Seo-moon wanted to protest, but the mont An Le opened her eyes and glared at her, her legs instantly turned to jelly.
"...Alright."
Left with no choice, Park Seo-moon had to leave.
Yet even as she walked away, she kept glancing back at An Le with every step she took.
Her deanor resembled nothing less than an obedient servant, coming when called and leaving when dismissed...
Like a slave.
Pondering that word, and then associating it with Xiao Huan, An Le couldn't help but let out a long sigh as she closed her eyes.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
'If I do that, I'll definitely drain Xiao Huan's energy just like the other hosts. It would be harmful to him.'
'It's all my fault. I just have way too much dirty trash in my head, and sotis it just bubbles up at the most inappropriate tis.'
Bubble~
As her desire surged, the surrounding environnt gradually took on an unclean pink hue, and a faint, coppery scent began to seep in from nowhere.
And then, as she forcefully clamped down on her thoughts with restrained endurance, the illusory anomalies around her slowly dissipated.
"Hiss~"
On her shoulder, Little Finger revealed its true form and flicked its tongue.
"Oh my. Using pleasure will hurt Yan Huan, but you feel Superconductor's effects won't last long enough... Honestly, I think there's absolutely no need to agonize over this."
"Ah?"
An Le was startled by the sudden voice. She panicked and snapped her head toward the little white snake on her shoulder.
Only to see Little Finger wearing a look of sheer disdain as it spoke to her.
"If you ask , you should just climb right on top of him. He's a young man full of youthful vigor—he won't be able to resist."
"Wh-what are you saying, Little Finger?! Xiao Huan isn't that kind of person!"
"Heh. I might not understand n, and I might not understand Yan Huan, but I certainly understand what kind of person you are..."
Little Finger cast a sideways glance at An Le, interrogating her,
"Tell
yourself, how many of those vibrating toys have you broken alr—Mmph!"
Before it could finish, An Le's face flushed a deep crimson. She snatched Little Finger by the neck, instantly choking the snake until it went completely rigid.
"D-don't say another word... Uuu..."
"L-let go! You're gonna strangle
to death!"
Just as An Le was so overco with embarrassnt that literal pink bubbles seed to be popping up around her, Yabashi Ki happened to walk past while answering a phone call.
"Teacher Miyake, are you inside already? The President is in the lecture hall on the second floor of the Zhaixing Building, right by the Flower Room... Uh, never mind, I'll co pick you up right now."
Listening to the person on the other end, Yabashi Ki suddenly turned in a specific direction, as if the person he needed to pick up was over there.
"Okay, okay... You've already brought the sex education PowerPoint? You prepared it that fast? Ah, the Shuurei Academy Student Council also hired you for a lecture? You know people from their Student Council too?"
"..."
Watching Yabashi Ki walk away, An Le blinked rapidly before turning her gaze toward the Zhaixing Building.
'Xiao Huan is over there right now preparing...'
'A sex education lecture?'
An Le pursed her lips, then quietly made her way in that direction.
anwhile, Yabashi Ki was sprinting madly toward the School Gate.
Upon arriving, he didn't spot Miyake Fufu, but instead happened to run into Sakuramiya Hitomi, who was seeing her mother off from the campus.
"Vice President Sakuramiya!"
The woman dressed in a kimono slowly got into the car. Hearing the shout, the petite girl finally stopped waving goodbye and turned her head to look over.
"Yabashi, what's wrong?" "Did you see an older woman wearing glasses and carrying a bunch of bags?"
"Older woman?"
Sakuramiya Hitomi stroked her chin in confusion. Thinking that this hopeless otaku had finally figured out his love life, a hint of curiosity sparked within her.
"Aren't you a lolicon?"
"..."
Yabashi Ki opened his mouth, then hurriedly waved his hands defensively, entirely overheated as he shouted,
"What the heck are you thinking?! The guest speaker I invited for the sexual health lecture has arrived. I'm just here to escort her to the President!"
"I see..."
Sakuramiya Hitomi was just about to say she hadn't seen anyone, but imdiately after, a certain idea regarding the sexual health lecture suddenly popped into her head.
Therefore, even though the President had previously stated that he and Yabashi Ki would handle this alone, Sakuramiya Hitomi still offered,
"I didn't see her, but I can help you look. Also, I can go et the President with you afterward to see if there's anything I can assist with."
"Ah... sure, that works."
Yabashi Ki had no understanding of the complex twists and turns involved in all this—after all, the waters surrounding Modifiers ran exceedingly deep—so he just naively agreed.
"Yabashi-kun!! I'm right here!"
Right at that mont, an exceptionally energetic voice echoed from behind them.
Turning around, they spotted an older woman in casual clothes and glasses, beaming widely as she waved at them.
It was none other than the legitimate manga artist operating under the stage na "Sweet Parfait": Miyake Fufu.
anwhile, at the entrance of the lecture hall on the second floor of the Zhaixing Building.
In the quiet corridor, An Le leaned against the doorfra, secretly peeking into the spacious classroom.
At a glance, she spotted the young man leaning by the window, gazing outside.
The faint midday light from outside illuminated his handso features, creating a sharp contrast of light and shadow against the slightly dim interior of the lecture hall.
The shadows lent a striking three-dinsionality to him, perfectly outlining his chiseled jawline and the subtle bobbing of his Adam's apple.
His collarbone lay half-hidden beneath his white shirt, hinting at unspeakable secrets that practically begged her to explore them.
Everything about the scene seed to convey a singular feeling to An Le:
'Xiao Huan looks so incredibly delicious...'
"..."
Fearing that another sharp critique would make An Le so deeply ashad she'd try to strangle it again, Little Finger opted for silence.
As the saying goes: it takes three years to learn how to speak, but a lifeti to learn how to shut up.
Only now had Little Finger truly grasped the profound aning of this proverb.
An Le lightly slapped her own forehead, attempting once again to flush out the dirty trash invading her mind.
Looking up again, she noticed Yan Huan frowning slightly, deep in thought as he stared at the scenery beyond the window.
Seeing this, An Le couldn't help but ask Little Finger,
"Little Finger, you ntioned before that those hosts would plunder Xiao Huan's emotional energy, and that would harm him, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Then is there any way to restore Xiao Huan's emotional energy?"
Little Finger shot An Le a dead-fish glare, hesitating before answering,
"The most straightforward thod is to get rid of my ntally deficient kin. After all, no matter how much you try to replenish it, you can never outpace how much they're draining."
"I know. But even if it's like drinking poison to quench thirst, at least before I fix everything, I want to try and help Xiao Huan..."
Staring at An Le—who now had a hand pressed to her chest and was seemingly radiating a holy, self-sacrificial light—Little Finger fell silent for a second before suddenly breaking into an evil smirk.
"There is one way. It's actually quite simple and direct."
"Wh-what is it?"
"Go over to Yan Huan right now and make as much physical contact with him as possible. The more surface area you cover, the better."
"Physical contact?!"
Hearing those words—especially the part about 'the more contact, the better'—An Le's face imdiately flushed red again.
Soon after, an unclean pink hue began to swirl around her, accompanied by that phantom coppery scent...
Clearly, the dirty trash in her mind had bubbled up once more.
"Uh-huh. I can just transfer a bit of the emotional energy I consud earlier over to Yan Huan."
"But... wouldn't doing that hurt you in so way, Little Finger?"
"..."
Looking into An Le's painfully sincere eyes, Little Finger froze, quickly avoiding eye contact as if it had been burned.
'This idiot...'
'I only made up that excuse to egg you into finally eating Yan Huan.'
'If it weren't for the fact that we're at school and soone's coming over soon, I would've even tricked her by saying she needed negative-distance physical contact to help Yan Huan...'
'If I told her that, this lovestruck idiot whose only thought is Yan Huan's well-being might actually believe it.'
'After all, An Le is the exact type of fool who'd help you count the cash after you sold her off.'
Still, perhaps because of that ti An Le declared she had saved it without expecting anything in return, Little Finger found itself bearing a tiny modicum of guilt for deceiving her this ti.
"It's all to help your precious Yan Huan anyway. It's no big deal, I'll just slowly suck the energy back out of you later."
Consequently, Little Finger looked away and paused for a long ti before speaking up.
"Alright, hurry up and go. I'll start regurgitating the emotional energy now. Let
warn you, if you don't touch him, it'll all go to waste!"
"Eh? O-okay!"
Seeing Little Finger taking direct action, An Le had no choice but to bite the bullet and commit.
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and peered back into the classroom.
By now, Yan Huan had already sensed the fluctuations of her Modifier and was surveying his surroundings vigilantly.
The mont he turned around, he locked eyes with An Le, who was pursing her lips as she stepped into the lecture hall.
"An Le, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, I... I was, um... just spending my lunch break nearby. I saw Classmate Yatsuhashi leave, so I ca over to take a look..."
"I see."
Yan Huan scrutinized her cautiously. After all, he had just selected that "Fragnt Refiner," causing his Resistance against An Le to drop.
Now that they were completely alone together, if she ended up injecting him with pleasure right before Yabashi Ki and the others returned...
His life as the Student Council President would be entirely over, wouldn't it?
"Still... taking your lunch break here?"
As ntioned previously, the Flower Room was located on the very outskirts of Far Moon Academy, and the Zhaixing Building was situated nearby. One could well imagine how remote this place was.
"Yeah, I like finding quiet places..."
Grumble~
As An Le was speaking, her stomach suddenly and embarrassingly growled.
She hastily clutched her tummy, pursing her lips as she looked at Yan Huan in mortification.
"An Le, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Ah, I was, um..."
"I'll go order so food for you. Wait right here."
Seeing her predicant, Yan Huan decided to go and order lunch for her.
First, he genuinely wanted to help her sort out her lunch.
Second, it gave him an excuse to avoid being alone with her. He could simply wait until Yabashi Ki and the others arrived before coming back, thus saving himself from having his head clamped by her Modifier.
Yan Huan smiled faintly and moved to slip past An Le toward the door.
Seeing Yan Huan about to leave, An Le pursed her lips, recalling exactly what Little Finger had just told her...
Grab.
A soft sound echoed within the classroom.
A soft hand had tightly grabbed the very tips of Yan Huan's fingers.
Yan Huan paused in surprise, turning his head to look over his shoulder at An Le, who was reaching out and holding onto him.
His body stiffened slightly, terrified that the very next second, a torrential flood of pleasure would surge through her palm into him.
But, nothing happened.
Instead, he rely felt the contours of her palm and fingers, perceiving their soft touch with exceptional clarity.
"...What's wrong, An Le?"
Yan Huan voiced his inquiry.
An Le's small face was slightly flushed. Keeping her head bowed, she frantically asked Little Finger in her mind,
'This... this should be enough, right?'
Watching her desperately clinging to the very tips of his fingers, Little Finger dramatically rolled its eyes.
Holding hands was one thing, but she was barely even holding a fraction of them!
What, was he going to lose a chunk of flesh if she grabbed a bit more?
"No way, absolutely not! The surface area of contact on your hand is way too small. It needs to be bigger! You need to at least press your bodies together a little bit!"
"Ah?"
Hearing this, An Le's face turned completely crimson.
Trembling, she looked up at the bewildered expression on Yan Huan's face and painfully forced a smile.
That smile was an awkward mix of shyness, nervousness, and joy, making it look far worse than if she were crying.
"Xiao Huan... I... I have sothing I want to tell you in secret..."
'What are you trying to say?'
'Are you going to pull a Reiner and tell
you're the Armored Titan? Or rather, tell
you're a Modifier host?'
'Please no...'
'Anything but that...'
"What is it?"
"C-co a bit closer... I'll whisper it to you..."
"There's no one else here, you can just..."
Seeing Yan Huan trying to stall, An Le simply couldn't hold back anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, instantly lunged forward a step, and pressed herself firmly against him.
Yan Huan's pupils contracted slightly. He was just about to step back, but her generously broad chest had already made contact with him.
Registering the sensation, he subconsciously glanced down, only to unfortunately find his entire field of vision engulfed by her ample bosom, rendering him entirely incapable of looking away.
Squish~
It resembled an embrace, yet the way she slightly turned her head toward Yan Huan's ear sohow lacked a certain degree of intimacy.
"X-Xiao Huan... um..."
"Ah? An Le, what exactly are you trying to say?"
She pursed her lips, anxiously trying to formulate a fabricated secret.
In reality, her mind was a jumbled ss, and her heart was pounding out of her chest.
Thump... Thump...
'Little Finger, are... are you done yet?'
Seeing her finally take the initiative to initiate an intimate act with Yan Huan, Little Finger chuckled evilly.
Just as it was about to put on an act by lifting its tail to approach Yan Huan, it suddenly caught sight of sothing terrifying from the corner of its eye.
As An Le engaged in this intimate behavior with Yan Huan, and as the desire and satisfaction within her heart swelled even further...
The spot on her arm where the bruise had previously ford was abruptly overlaid with a pale hue that resembled snake scales.
Right now, that pale discoloration was steadily spreading, pulsing in perfect rhythm with her heartbeat.
"..."
Little Finger blinked, seemingly realizing sothing.
Subsequently, it hurriedly and stealthily shifted its gaze away, pretending it hadn't seen a thing.
Thump!
Exactly at that mont, the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor suddenly echoed from right behind Yan Huan.
Both Yan Huan and An Le froze simultaneously, snapping their heads toward the doorway.
There in the doorway stood Miyake Fufu, hands clamped over her mouth as she stared in absolute shock at the two embracing figures in the classroom.
Beside her stood Yabashi Ki, who was silently flashing Yan Huan a thumbs-up, as well as...
As well as Sakuramiya Hitomi, who looked as if her soul had just been launched into orbit.
anwhile, at Miyake Fufu's feet, a handbag had dropped to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere.
That was the sound they had just heard.
Coincidentally, a round and plump Purple Mood had slipped right out of the pile...
Landing right at the feet of An Le and Yan Huan.
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