Looking at Spencer blinking her clear eyes in front of him, Yan Huan could tell at a glance that she really just had a craving for barbecue.
Of course, perhaps it also contained a hidden desire for a kiss, but it certainly did not hold any intentions of catching him in the act of cheating.
But without a doubt, if he let Spencer go, a catastrophe would truly befall him.
The two of them had only just reached a point where reconciliation was possible, and he absolutely could not let all his previous efforts go to waste!
With this in mind, Yan Huan had no choice but to forcefully endure the discomfort of avoiding the incredibly cute Spencer, firmly making up his mind to refuse her.
However, with Spencer, the refusal itself was not the difficult part; the aftermath of the refusal was.
For ordinary people, a polite decline was a normal and common occurrence.
If they encountered sothing they did not want to agree to, they would simply find a random excuse to brush it off:
"Ah, I already have plans with soone else that day."
"Oh, I am sorry, sothing ca up at ho, so I will not be able to make it."
Whether it was true or not, the other party could not verify it anyway, so they would just take it at face value.
But with Spencer, it was absolutely not like that!
One must not forget, Yan Huan had only just utilized Spencer as a human lie detector.
She was already so overpowered that she could distinguish exactly which sentence contained a lie, not giving him an inch of leeway.
If she asked "why" even once, Yan Huan felt that anything other than answering "An Le is at ho" would be seen through at a single glance.
Therefore...
"Tap-tap-tap..."
Right at this mont, Yan Huan suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door from the outside.
Noticing this, he did not imdiately reply to Spencer, but instead patted her on the back and declared,
"Aruiya, hold on, soone is coming!"
"Awoo?"
Spencer did not suspect anything and subconsciously obeyed, preparing to jump down from Yan Huan's back.
Yet right at this mont, her blonde hair suddenly lit up brilliantly, as if sensing sothing.
An invisible wave rippled outwards, instantly enveloping both Yan Huan and Spencer within it.
Under the coverage of that invisible wave, Spencer instinctively caught a faint whiff of a bodily fragrance mixed with sweat, trailing along the subtle footsteps outside the door.
'The person outside is a girl awoo?'
For so unknown reason, the mont Spencer caught the scent of that fragrance, she beca as vigilant as a little lion whose territory had been encroached upon, as if deeply afraid that the newcor harbored ill intentions.
"It is okay, I will protect you awoo!"
She frowned and stared at the door. At the sa ti, the hands that should have released Yan Huan not only refused to retreat but advanced instead, gripping his body tighter and tighter, causing him to freeze in surprise.
"Huh?"
He turned his head to look, only to once again see that long blonde hair glowing like a miniature sun.
'No way...'
'What is going on?'
'Spencer, shouldn't your modifier belong to the plunder-genre? When did it change into a food-guarding genre?'
'Is this even right?'
"Click~"
Just as Yan Huan was marveling at this, the door in front of them opened, revealing Sakuramiya Hitomi standing at the entrance, dressed in a white kyudogi.
The mont she pushed the door open, a smile graced her face, and she subconsciously began to speak,
"President, Spencer, regarding the club's continuation deadline, I just spoke with the teacher in charge of clubs, and he has..."
Halfway through her sentence, her smiling expression stiffened slightly, and she froze in place.
How to describe this feeling?
It was just like in certain adult works, where a husband who had worked hard all day pushes open the door to his ho, full of anticipation to reunite with his lovely wife, only to witness a "hallway battle" right at the entrance.
'This is straight out of an NTR plot!!'
"Yan Huan, what is a club's continuation deadline awoo?"
At this terrible, ill-fated mont, the Spencer on his back chose to ask this question with a look of utter confusion, causing Yan Huan's face to darken upon hearing it.
He hurriedly straightened his back, letting Spencer slide down, and then looked rather unnaturally at the temporarily immobilized Sakuramiya Hitomi by the door, explaining awkwardly,
"What a coincidence, Sakuramiya. The two of us were just secretly watching you practice archery at the Archery Club opposite us..."
Hearing Yan Huan's textbook-perfect excuse, Sakuramiya Hitomi finally snapped out of her "statue-mimicking" state.
She smiled slightly, revealing a sowhat shy expression as she covered her mouth and giggled gently,
"I just feel a bit embarrassed having the President and Spencer watching my training~"
Beside him, Spencer also nodded and chid in,
"Yes awoo, yes awoo, and we also found out about the fact that you lied in your second sentence, Sakuramiya Hitomi."
'Do not say things like that at a ti like this, Aruiya!!'
Hearing this idiot Spencer completely expose his cover, Yan Huan was just a step away from clutching his face and reenacting the scream.
Hearing this, the beautiful eyes of the Sakuramiya Hitomi in front of them shifted slightly, landing squarely on Spencer.
She seed to have realized sothing, and even her smile grew a few degrees colder.
But in the next second, Yan Huan's figure blocked her scrutinizing gaze toward Spencer.
The mont she saw Yan Huan, the smile on her face returned to its usual elegance, even becoming a bit more adorable.
Right in front of her, Yan Huan maintained a dark expression and hastily interrupted,
"By the way, Sakuramiya, did the teacher ntion which day is the absolute deadline for the Doujinshi Society?"
"Yes, the final deadline given by the teacher is right before the end of the Culture Festival."
"So that ans we still have two weeks?"
"That is indeed the case, President."
Watching Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi converse, the nearby Spencer looked exactly like a little child unable to interrupt an adult conversation.
She glanced at Yan Huan on her left, then at Sakuramiya Hitomi on her right, before pouting her lips and asking in confusion,
"So, what exactly are you two talking about awoo?"
Yan Huan was just about to explain when Sakuramiya Hitomi beside him stated with a smile,
"It ans that your Doujinshi Society is going to be disbanded within two weeks, Spencer, and this place will be completely dismantled~"
"What?!"
Spencer's mouth fell wide open. Frightened, she spread her arms wide to guard the classroom full of items behind her, exclaiming in panic and helplessness,
"You... you cannot dismantle my Doujinshi Society awoo! All my doujinshi are still hidden here. If Mama finds out, I am finished!"
Unable to bear looking at Aruiya 'The Stubborn Holdout' Spencer beside him, who was ready to wager everything to protect her treasured possessions, Yan Huan shot a speechless glance at the sinisterly smiling Sakuramiya Hitomi and had no choice but to clarify,
"There is no need to panic. Actually, as long as you make up with An Le before then and get her to rejoin the Doujinshi Society, everything will be fine."
"Really awoo?"
Spencer's eyes lit up slightly as she stepped excitedly in front of Yan Huan and asked this.
Gazing at the cute and naive Spencer before him, Yan Huan did not know if his cute aggression was acting up, so he averted his gaze and added,
"Yes, though those doujinshi will still have to be completely disposed of later. Did we not promise Heather earlier?"
Upon hearing this, Spencer's expression, which had been full of hope, instantly collapsed, turning incredibly pitiful.
"Wuu... damn it awoo!"
She had beco even cuter.
'Oh my, Yan Huan, how can you be so wicked?'
...
Yan Huan was too embarrassed to et her pitiful gaze, so he helplessly turned his head to look at Sakuramiya Hitomi.
In response, Sakuramiya Hitomi simply wore an expression that said, 'I knew you would fall in love with this feeling too, President.' She then smiled slightly and changed the subject,
"Right, club activity ti is almost over, isn't it? President, are you not catching the school bus?"
"Ah."
The mont Sakuramiya Hitomi spoke, Spencer's eyes lit up again, a hopeful expression dawning on her face.
Clearly, she was dreaming of heading back to the South Ward together with Yan Huan.
However, erging from this little interlude, Yan Huan still had to face the fatal question from the very beginning...
'An Le is still at ho!!'
But right in the midst of this intense anxiety, Yan Huan suddenly thought of sothing.
'Ah, I have got it!'
The next second, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. While nodding his head, he scread from the bottom of his heart,
'Myau-chan, co quickly to my aid!'
'ow?'
"Oh my, look quickly."
"Ahhh, it is President Yan and Vice President Sakuramiya! Are they commuting to and from school together today?"
"How truly eye-catching."
On the dusk-lit road leading toward the parking lot, the gazes of passing students all fell upon the two figures standing shoulder to shoulder on the pavent.
As the absolute pinnacle of Far Moon Academy, the Student Council held unquestionable influence over many aspects of all various activities.
And as the leaders of the Student Council, these two were naturally the center of attention for everyone.
Especially considering that this term's President and Vice President just so happened to be a boy and a girl whose various attributes and configurations were maxed out; it naturally sparked people's imaginations.
"Vice President Sakuramiya's body is so petite and delicate. If she were pulled into the arms of the tall and robust President Yan, she would surely feel a great sense of security, right?"
One of the young girls cupped her cheeks and said this.
Yan Huan, overhearing this, froze slightly. Even though his heart had completely filtered these words out, his gaze still inevitably lingered on Sakuramiya Hitomi's petite figure for a brief mont.
'Sakuramiya, she really is so small...'
'She feels like she could barely fill a handful, like her body could be completely buried within my embrace.'
'Holding Sakuramiya like that, it would probably be quite comfortable, wouldn't it?'
'Wait, what am I thinking about?'
'Could it be that I have beco so extrely thirsty lately?'
'Yan Huan, oh Yan Huan, you truly are...'
"No, no, no, I think it is the exact opposite. A student from a humble background in front of the Eldest Miss of the Sakuramiya family must definitely be the one being teased, right?"
"Exactly. Despite being such a strong young man, he can only gently cradle Vice President Sakuramiya's toes to express his loyalty to her."
Another girl holding an entirely different mindset also began to let her imagination run wild.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Sakuramiya Hitomi's face deepened slightly.
Her elegant posture, which gave off the vibe of being completely deaf to the outside world, tilted just a fraction, as if she were inspecting the princess shoes she had worn today.
'Using the tip of this shoe to lift the President's chin, that would probably be quite amusing, wouldn't it?'
'Hehe, just kidding.'
'Perhaps going shoeless and wearing only socks would be the best approach?'
"Why does it have to be such passionate content? It is either President Yan ravaging Vice President Sakuramiya, or Vice President Sakuramiya breaking in President Yan..."
"Am I the only one who thinks that their family of three walking together like they are on a spring picnic is incredibly heartwarming?" Finally, a rather perceptive girl offered this take.
'Huh?'
'Wait, family of three?'
Both Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi froze simultaneously, then turned their heads to look at the space between them.
Standing right there was Spencer, her arms crossed and a foul look on her face.
Evidently, she had also heard the envious or wildly imaginative whispers of the other students nearby, and was subsequently extrely displeased.
That was right, she had already been shoehorned into the role of the beloved eldest child by the passing students. How could she possibly tolerate that?
Thus, she too spoke up to voice her own dissatisfaction,
"I am hungry awoo, I want to eat barbecue!"
...
Hearing this, Yan Huan covered his face, montarily rendered speechless.
Sakuramiya Hitomi, on the other hand, smiled faintly, seemingly quite fond of this feeling of NTR striking back.
'How about it, Spencer?'
'Earlier in the club classroom, you seed to be strutting your stuff quite a bit while clinging to the President's back, didn't you?'
'Well, although I do not mind whatever happens between you and the President, as long as the President likes it...'
'However, hissing at
is absolutely forbidden~'
But just as Sakuramiya Hitomi was contemplating this, Yan Huan's body suddenly stiffened beside her, his footsteps halting altogether.
'Hmm?'
Sakuramiya Hitomi paused slightly, looking over at Yan Huan next to her.
Only to see him staring blankly straight ahead, his expression growing unnatural.
'What is the President doing...'
Just as Sakuramiya Hitomi was pondering this in confusion, she also raised her eyes to look forward.
Ahead of them, at the end of the road, she saw a red-haired woman wearing a white athletic suit standing by the roadside, arms crossed, sporting a highly aggressive smile.
Her figure was stunning. Compared to the barren... no, compared to Sakuramiya Hitomi, who had just recently undergone her secondary developnt, it was practically a crushing dinsional strike.
Likewise, in stark contrast to the elegant and dignified Sakuramiya Hitomi, that red-haired woman was practically overflowing with a wildly untad, primal feminine allure.
That mature temperant, worlds apart from her own or even Spencer's, rushed forward like a tsunami, threatening to completely swallow up their youthful immaturity.
"Ah, is that the new physical education class advisor hired for Class A and Class B?"
"But her body looks so strong, and her figure is so nice... as expected of soone in athletics."
'New...'
'Physical education class advisor?'
'Aren't you that Tong Yingying, the President's boss?'
'No, no, no, although both of those identities seem sowhat out of place.'
Sakuramiya Hitomi blinked her eyes, instantly freezing in place.
Up ahead, the red-haired woman also narrowed her eyes. She shot a highly aggressive glance at Sakuramiya Hitomi and Spencer beside him, then walked over, lightly hooking her arm around Yan Huan's shoulder, and announced,
"Sorry, Yan Huan needs to work a part-ti job at the shop today, so he temporarily cannot keep you girls company~"
With Tong Yingying hooking his shoulder, Yan Huan's body stiffened slightly. He cast a glance at Tong Yingying next to him, and then, with an unnatural look on his face, turned to the utterly dumbfounded Sakuramiya Hitomi standing before him.
"Right, that is indeed the case. Sorry, Sakuramiya, Aruiya... hiss."
The mont he uttered the title "Aruiya," Yan Huan could feel the force of Tong Yingying's hand pressing down on his shoulder intensify by a few degrees.
He sneaked a glance at Tong Yingying, only to see her glaring back at him crossly.
'Crap, I forgot about that detail.'
However, in that exact mont, Yan Huan suddenly recalled sothing.
Previously, he had said the exact sa thing in front of Sakuramiya Hitomi, but since she had not shown any particular reaction back then, it had caused Yan Huan to lower his guard.
'Now that I think about it...'
Yan Huan froze briefly and looked back toward Sakuramiya Hitomi.
Unfortunately, the current Sakuramiya Hitomi was already so mind-blown that he could not read any specific information from her.
On the other side, Spencer, who had read so many doujinshi yet still failed to understand their intricate twists and turns, simply sniffed the air.
Jokes aside, if she actually understood, she wouldn't need a modifier's AI to fight her battles for her.
Right now, she scrutinized Tong Yingying, whose face was plastered with an evil grin, and then glanced back at Yan Huan.
'Surprisingly, there is no scent of a lie?'
Following that, she put on a bewildered expression.
Although instinctively she was still rather unhappy, she did not quite know what to say, and thus looked at Yan Huan sowhat despondently.
'As expected, Spencer's lie detector is not omnipotent.'
Just now, he had rembered that Tong Yingying was also at the school, so he had Myau-chan use a mobile phone to send a ssage to Tong Yingying.
He first agreed to work his part-ti job, and he made a firm decision to actually go do the job.
That way, when Tong Yingying ca to pick him up for the Nursery Rhy Tavern, the statent transford into the absolute truth.
As long as Yan Huan did not tell a lie like "I forgot about it earlier," he could successfully hide it from Spencer.
Seeing this, Yan Huan verified his inner hypothesis.
However, gazing at the pitiful little look in Spencer's eyes right now, a sudden wave of guilt washed over him.
Thus, to alleviate this guilt, he consoled her once more,
"Later, after you have made up with An Le, I will treat the two of you to a al in the South Ward together, alright?"
eting Yan Huan's comforting words, Spencer's hair instantly lit up with a golden glow again, as if issuing so kind of warning.
Yet enveloped within that golden glow, Spencer pondered for a mont, and still, based purely on her affection for Yan Huan, broke into a lovely smile.
"Mmm... okay awoo!"
The mont she spoke, her golden hair, which had been shaped like ox horns, instantly dimd.
Shortly after, it drooped down limply, until it slowly returned completely to normal.
Phew...
Like this, he had successfully navigated through it.
This was more than just the effort Yan Huan put forth to keep his life and avoid eting the edge of a yandere's cleaver.
Mainly, it was because An Le's condition had only just begun to recover a little. If he had not refused Spencer right now, An Le would definitely take a turn for the worse.
When that ti ca, in the event that another scene of Tentacle Purgatory played out in Linn...
...
Pondering this, Yan Huan looked over at Sakuramiya Hitomi again.
Before he could even speak, Sakuramiya Hitomi smiled on her own, waving her hand at Yan Huan as she said,
"So that is how it is. You have worked hard, President. I will be taking the bus back then. See you tomorrow, President."
"Ah."
As a result, it was Yan Huan who was caught off guard by her completely natural assault, leaving him feeling rather awkward.
After saying her piece, Sakuramiya Hitomi evaluated Tong Yingying, who was beside Yan Huan, one more ti. She displayed a thoughtful expression before smiling and taking her leave.
With that, both Sakuramiya Hitomi and Spencer turned around and left, leaving only Yan Huan and Tong Yingying alone at the edge of the parking lot.
"Phew."
Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Tong Yingying beside him with imnse gratitude.
"Sister Tong, words cannot express my gratitude. You truly saved my life! You are an absolute hero who has just succeeded in saving the world!"
Hearing this, Tong Yingying released Yan Huan's shoulder and scoffed.
"Hehe, you had better have been saving the world. If I ever find out that you were just using
as a wingman for your mischief..."
Upon hearing this, Yan Huan gently grasped Tong Yingying's wrist, placing her hand squarely on his chest, and stated with a solemn expression,
"Sister Tong, feel my chest. What do you feel?"
Tong Yingying also grew serious. As she felt around, she gave it a few light squeezes, and then declared earnestly,
"The mouth-watering pectoral muscles of a male university student? I am not entirely sure, let
feel around so more..."
Yan Huan's face darkened. He promptly pushed her taking-advantage hand away and was forced to answer his own question,
"What the heck are you talking about... what you should be feeling is my heart full of utmost sincerity!"
"Hehe, compared to sothing you can neither see nor touch, I would much rather touch your pecs."
Tong Yingying shot Yan Huan an exasperated glance, then swiftly hooked her arm around his shoulder once more.
Following that, an evil smirk crept onto her face. As she pulled out her car keys, she proclaid,
"However, it has been a long ti since you last ca in for your part-ti job. It is rare for you to take the initiative and offer to co over today... hehe, I will not let you off easy today, so you had better prepare yourself... prepare yourself to be monopolized by
tonight."
"Ah?"
Hearing this, Yan Huan paused slightly, unable to stop himself from swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"Ah... I am dead tired..."
That night, at Yan Huan's ho.
Yan Huan lay flat on his stomach on the bed, shirtless. Behind him, An Le, dressed in pajamas and with her hair tied up, extended her pale hands to gently massage the sore and aching muscles on his back.
Feeling that pair of soft little hands caressing his back, Yan Huan let out a long sigh of relief and could not help but mutter,
"Is this heaven, An Le?"
"Eh? Eh?"
Hearing this, a slight blush tinted An Le's little face, but she continued to knead the muscles on Yan Huan's body, casually saying in an incredibly gentle tone,
"As long as you like it, Xiao Huan... Is it comfy like this?"
"Mm, it is far too comfortable..."
"Hehe~"
However, as the massage continued, Yan Huan suddenly rembered sothing important.
Over the past two days, there had been far too many peculiarities regarding Sakuramiya's body, leaving Yan Huan sowhat baffled.
This was largely because Sakuramiya Hitomi was extrely restrained in utilizing her modifier, basically never having used it on Yan Huan.
If it were not for that scandal being revealed back then, Yan Huan reckoned he still would not know about Sakuramiya Hitomi's identity as a host even now.
Therefore, he still needed to gather so relevant intelligence...
With these thoughts in mind, Yan Huan turned his head to look in the direction of the coffee table.
Over there, Myau-chan was still practicing the Phantom Breath Technique he had most recently learned from Sage Haki with Little Finger...
Staring at the utterly bored Little Finger, Yan Huan hesitated for a mont before finally deciding to ask,
"Little Finger, I have a few things to ask you..."
"Huh? What do you want to ask?"
Both Myau-chan and Little Finger turned their heads, looking at the dead-serious Yan Huan as he continued to speak,
"Tell
everything you know regarding the modifier on Sakuramiya."
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