Monday, noon, Far Moon Academy Student Council.
Yan Huan sat alone on the Student Council's throne, stretching his newly lightened body, and could not help but sigh.
"I didn't expect adding points to Fertility to actually be useful. I feel completely refreshed!"
Before living with An Le, Yan Huan had treated the Fertility attribute like a pair of worn-out shoes.
Now, after being ruthlessly squeezed dry by An Le, he saw Fertility as more precious than gold and jade!
With just two Attribute Points added to Fertility, Yan Huan felt a sensation of sweeping away exhaustion and returning to his true self.
'If I add a few more points in the future...'
He inhaled sharply.
In truth, Yan Huan still had not figured out exactly what Fertility enhanced. Just like the kidney-tonifying supplents he had seen in his previous life, it was a bit vague and unclear.
'Vitality? Endurance? Critical hit rate? Attack power?'
'Or is it all of the above?'
Yan Huan was not sure, but he could clearly feel that it was exceptionally good for him.
When Yan Huan woke up this morning, he felt completely relaxed, his entire body warm and cozy.
At this mont, his eyes were bright and piercing. His gaze swept across the Student Council Office like a male lion patrolling his territory.
That was, until the next second, when his gaze collided with a fat black cat staring back at him with dead-fish eyes.
"Ahem..."
He awkwardly withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking about such nonsense. Instead, with a shift in his thoughts, an illusory interface appeared before his eyes.
[Skill: Godly Hands]
[Level 6]
[You imdiately acquire advanced massage techniques and gain the following effects:]
[You can stack massage layers by continuously massaging a human target. As the duration of the massage increases, the comfort level of your massage will also significantly increase.]
[Maximum stacks are reached at 40 minutes. When the continuous massage duration reaches maximum stacks, your massage will gain the effects of inducing sleep and improving the target's physical constitution.]
This was the random reward he had chosen last night.
The other two options had been practically useless, but this one actually held so utility—especially considering that his top priority right now was to make Perfect Sakuranomiya fall asleep.
'Inducing sleep...'
As he thought of this, the illusory interface before Yan Huan abruptly changed.
[Advanced Waltz]
[Level 2]
[You have acquired advanced waltz dancing skills.]
This was another reward obtained from the slot machine.
Yan Huan's luck had been lacking last night. He had not managed to roll three identical Host portraits like the previous two tis, so the Reward Level he received this ti was relatively low.
'And the waltz...'
From the topic of dancing, it was not hard for Yan Huan to associate it with the ball at the end-of-term High Table Dinner, which gave him another headache.
'Forget it, that thing is still weeks away. Right now, I need to focus on this week's Culture Festival.'
"Speaking of which, it should be about ti..."
Yan Huan glanced at his mobile phone. Not long after, a series of light footsteps echoed from outside the door.
Hearing the sound, Myau-chan imdiately vanished from the desk. The very next second, the door opened wide, revealing Sakuramiya Hitomi dressed in a black school uniform skirt.
Carrying a small briefcase, her posture was elegantly outstanding. Upon seeing Yan Huan, she smiled faintly and greeted him.
"Good afternoon, President~"
"Ah, Sakuramiya, good afternoon."
Seeing one of the main figures arrive, Yan Huan crossed his hands in front of his mouth and returned the greeting.
His gaze quietly followed Sakuramiya Hitomi's petite back view as she set down her briefcase and went to boil water, his mind constantly repeating a single keyword:
'Sleep!!'
Yes, how exactly could he make the girl in front of him fall asleep?
Yan Huan already had a plan. He was just waiting for the other key figure to enter the scene...
"Sakuramiya, has the work assigned last Saturday been completed?"
"Ah, yes. I have already submitted the Word docunt compiling the classes for the Culture Festival to the Student Affairs Office, and I also carbon-copied it to your email."
Sakuramiya Hitomi blinked, turning her head to smile at Yan Huan.
"As for the official docunts from the Principal's Office, they are currently in my bag. I'll take them out for filing once I finish brewing the tea."
"That's excellent."
Yan Huan smiled slightly, looking at his mobile phone as he spoke.
"Yabashi Ki is still rushing the budget spreadsheet and needs to verify the equipnt. Ashley is also drafting the disciplinary regulations and personnel arrangents for the Culture Festival."
"As for the Culture Festival promotion, parent reception, and the work arrangents for the volunteers, Yurianna's side..."
'It should be just about ti.'
Bang!!
In the next second, the main doors of the Student Council Office were thrown open.
'She's here!'
Yan Huan raised his eyes and looked toward the doorway.
Standing there was a pink-haired girl, also wearing a black school uniform. She was lowering her head, gripping a stack of docunts in her left hand and a pair of scissors in her right, her entire body trembling slightly.
"Yurianna?"
Sakuramiya Hitomi looked at the girl lowering her head and called out softly.
But the very next second, the pink-haired girl lifted her head. With hollow eyes, she tilted her head toward Yan Huan and asked blankly,
"Hey, hey, President, you should know, right? This weekend, we only had one day off..."
"Ah, I know."
Yan Huan nodded, a light sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Yurianna's eyes were dark and eerie. She slowly raised the stack of docunts in her left hand and spoke softly, like a malicious spirit,
"President, that was the most important day of the week...
"On Saturday night, there was a super delicious strawberry cake that's incredibly hard to queue up for~
"On Sunday morning, I had an appointnt for a manicure that just got restocked... Sunday afternoon, there was the weekly update of my ani...
"Now, all of that is gone! Hahahahaha!"
Yan Huan's mouth twitched stiffly. Looking at Yurianna, who was holding up the docunts and laughing like a maniac, he couldn't help but retort,
"Isn't the reason you completely bombed the midterm exams because you only focus on playing every weekend when you go ho?"
"Nonsense! I-It was just this week!"
"That's why everyone needs to work a bit harder for this week's Culture Festival. Once this is over, we'll be fine. We aren't responsible for the High Table Dinner..."
"Everyone?"
Yurianna tilted her head. Pinning the docunts under her left armpit, she reached out, took out her mobile phone, and opened Plane.
"Look here, President. Tell , how do you explain this?"
Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi both looked over and saw the Monts post that Bai Yi had just uploaded.
It featured a nine-grid photo collage.
There was a beautiful selfie of her smiling and making a peace sign, a selfie of her and Ye Shiyu drinking milk tea...
A picture of Yan Huan, An Le, and Spencer eating fried chicken together in the sa fra, an elegant photo of Sakuramiya Hitomi sitting in the main seat at night...
And the very center image was a beautiful bouquet of roses.
The caption read:
"A day participating in activities with the President~"
"Happy, happy, happy!"
'Bai Yi?!'
A light sweat broke out on Yan Huan's forehead. In the next second, Yurianna raised her scissors as if having a ntal breakdown.
She slamd the docunts onto the coffee table and imdiately charged toward Yan Huan, crying out,
"Waaahhh! You actually participated in such fun activities behind my back! The most hateful part is that you left all this work for
to finish!!
"President, do you know how I spent yesterday? I stayed ho from dawn to dusk doing howork and writing docunts!!
"Boohoohoo, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"
Yan Huan instantly stood up and began running around the Student Council desk to evade her.
"Wait a minute, didn't I give you these docunts starting last week?! You dragged it out until yesterday to do them?!"
"Waaahhh! But you assigned
new docunts last night!!"
"Sakuramiya and I have already shared so much of your burden for every previous event. This is the last activity! Do you really want to be a mascot forever?!"
"What's wrong with being a mascot?! Boohoohoo... I am a mascot, I just want to be a mascot!!"
"Aren't you lacking in dreams a bit too much?!"
"Nonsense! Being lazy and eating until I burst is my dream!!"
Yurianna chased after him with a tearful face while brandishing her scissors, while Yan Huan ran ahead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry but still dodging with ease. The two of them running back and forth made Sakuramiya Hitomi dizzy just watching.
Holding her black tea, she silently walked over to the coffee table and picked up the docunts Yurianna had thrown down.
But upon closer inspection, she had actually completed all of them.
"..."
Setting the docunts down, Sakuramiya Hitomi smiled faintly and took a sip of her black tea, simply watching them continue their roughhousing.
"Boohoohoo, I'm dying... I'm really dying of exhaustion..."
After playing around for a while, Yurianna lay sprawled on the sofa crying softly, looking pitifully like she had completely burned out.
Seeing her rest her head on Sakuramiya Hitomi's stocking-clad thighs, Yan Huan could not help but take a deep breath.
However, this move played right into his hands.
He pinched his chin, looking at Yurianna, and couldn't help but ask,
"Are you really that tired?"
"Really... boohoo..."
Yurianna turned her tearful face back toward him, pouting as she spoke.
"Unless you arrange another activity and invite
to participate, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't get better! Boohoohoo!"
Beside her, Sakuramiya Hitomi chuckled and exposed her lie.
"I think you just want to go out and play, don't you?" "Hehe, no~"
"No, my foot."
At this mont, Yan Huan ca to her side and seemingly casually remarked,
"There are no more activities, but I can give you a little compensation."
"Compensation?"
Yurianna curiously raised her eyes to look at Yan Huan, only to see him pull out a pair of white gloves and say,
"I recently learned so incredibly powerful massage techniques. How about I give you a massage?"
"M-Massage?"
Yurianna blinked. The next second, her small face flushed completely red. She hurriedly reached up to cover her chest and shook her head frantically.
"Ah! P-President, have you beco so deranged that you want to make a move on ?!
"Ah, I'm sorry. Even though you are great, President, please forgive
for refusing...
"I-I don't want to beco a resentful wife constantly worrying about the President cheating at such a young age. I'm really, really sorry!!"
Beside them, Sakuramiya Hitomi revealed a helpless expression, just about to turn her head to comfort her.
But from the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of Yurianna's chest. Even though it was covered by her hands blocking the view, it was still more than a whole size larger than her own.
"..."
Sakuramiya Hitomi lowered her head and glanced at her own modest curves, then turned her head to look at Yurianna beside her. Her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
'Didn't I already kill Flat-Chested Sakuramiya?'
'Why... is it still so barren?'
It was completely different from killing Frail Sakuramiya and Lazy Hitomi. After killing those two, she was able to obtain almost completely opposite attributes.
For example, boundless strength, no longer feeling sleepy, and so on...
But it just had to be this Flat-Chested Sakuramiya. Even after killing her, she had only gone up one cup size.
Trying to make it grow any larger felt like violating the underlying code; no matter what she did, there was no movent at all.
"Even though I have no idea why your thoughts jumped to that level, for so reason, being rejected by an idiot like you actually makes
a little angry..."
Yan Huan revealed an inhuman smile while pulling on his white gloves.
"Alright, hurry up and lie down. I'm only going to massage your neck and back. I won't touch you inappropriately."
This massage technique required stacking for forty consecutive minutes before the sleep-inducing effect activated. If he only perford it on Perfect Sakuranomiya, it would probably seem incredibly strange.
There was no helping it; he could only use other people to stack the layers.
There were not many people he could logically use to stack the first half of the duration in front of Sakuramiya Hitomi—only the few mbers of the Student Council.
The first person Yan Huan thought of was his good friend, Yabashi Ki.
But that guy had been called away by Ashley at noon. Ashley was probably not very good with the disciplinary paperwork, so she had asked him for help.
Therefore, Yurianna was the only one he could use as a guinea pig.
This was also why Yan Huan had temporarily assigned her a new task last night.
He knew this idiot definitely wouldn't be able to handle it and would co causing a scene the next day.
He could take advantage of this exact opportunity...
Yan Huan's massage was ultimately aid at Sakuramiya!
"President, do you really know how to massage? I'm very delicate, so don't make
fall apart..."
Yurianna pouted and lay back down in Sakuramiya Hitomi's arms, speaking with half-belief and half-doubt.
In truth, her earlier rejection of Yan Huan's 'confession' was just a joke. They were very familiar with each other, so neither would take it to heart.
Otherwise, when asked who he liked right after school started, he wouldn't have instantly answered Yurianna.
"I guarantee you'll be fine."
Yan Huan gave a thumbs-up, then looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi and said,
"Sakuramiya, hold her down. Don't let her run away."
"Wait! Why does it sound like you're trying to hold down a pig?!"
"You said that, not ."
Yan Huan chuckled and gently placed his hands on Yurianna's back.
In an instant, the effect of Godly Hands activated!
"Mmm... don't say it, President... Wow, this is really amazing... If you worked as a masseur, President, you would definitely... mmm... rake in money..."
"Heh."
Yan Huan couldn't feel happy about that complint at all, nor did he focus his attention on Yurianna.
From the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at the clock on the wall and then at Sakuramiya Hitomi in front of him, constantly paying attention to her expression.
'The ideal situation is to stack over thirty minutes, then use the remaining ti on Sakuramiya...'
"Zzz... zzz..."
'Hm?'
But the next second, Yan Huan was slightly stunned, his hand movents slowing down.
Looking down, he saw Yurianna lying peacefully in Sakuramiya Hitomi's arms, her mouth slightly open, her breathing well-proportioned and steady.
'She fell asleep!!'
'It's only been two freaking minutes!!'
'Aren't you way too much of a weakling?!'
As she slept, Yurianna's lips trembled slightly, murmuring sleep talk in her daze,
"President... kill... kill you..."
"..."
Yan Huan's face darkened. He wanted nothing more than to slap her awake.
"Oh my, President, it seems Yurianna has fallen asleep..."
But right now, Sakuramiya Hitomi was still in front of him, covering her mouth with an expression of surprise.
She caressed Yurianna's cheek, gently reaching out to pat her chubby face. The sleeping Yurianna mumbled, "Aba aba," in response to the pats.
"It looks like the President's massage really made Yurianna feel relaxed~"
Feeling Sakuramiya Hitomi's mischievous hands, Yurianna pursed her lips and subconsciously reached out to grope her.
As a result, her hand lightly bumped against Sakuramiya Hitomi's chest, and she mumbled groggily,
"Sakuramiya... must be wearing breast pads lately... But why, even with pads, are they still so... small..."
"..."
Sakuramiya Hitomi's smile stiffened slightly, turning into a forced smile.
Seeing her aura grow increasingly dangerous, Yan Huan broke into a light sweat and hurriedly withdrew his hands.
He glanced at the ti, sighed, and could only make a desperate attempt as he asked,
"I can't tell if I've practiced too well or if she's just too tired."
"It must be because the President has practiced so well. However, why did the President suddenly think of practicing massage?"
Yan Huan hesitated for a mont, but he still looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi and said softly,
"You went through a lot of trouble helping out with Spencer and An Le previously, so I wanted to do sothing to repay you... I was thinking of giving you a massage to help you relax..."
"Eh?"
Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi's eyes shrank slightly, and her small face gradually turned red.
Seeing her reaction, Yan Huan braced himself, leaned in closer, and asked her,
"Sakuramiya, how about I give you a massage as well?"
Looking at Yan Huan, who was now so close, Sakuramiya Hitomi pursed her lips, subconsciously shifting her gaze.
Right at that mont, a strand of hair slid down and brushed against her forehead, the tickling sensation causing her body to tremble slightly.
She hastily reached up to tuck her long hair back, but at the sa ti, she turned her eyes back to him, revealing an elegant and gentle smile.
Pursing her lips, Sakuramiya Hitomi whispered,
"Okay, President."
'Will Yan Huan confess his feelings to
today, or... will he confess tomorrow?'
At this mont, in Year B Class, Bai Yi pinched a flower. Plucking its petals one by one, she thought this to herself with a slight blush.
Every action from yesterday in that room still felt as vivid as if it had just happened.
Even just thinking about it slightly now caused her heart to race and her face to flush.
Especially last night—whenever she thought about it under the covers, she would smile foolishly and uncontrollably roll around in bed.
"Hehe~"
Right now, she fought back her smile and pulled out her mobile phone. Rereading the Plane conversation she'd had with Yan Huan from last night to today, she felt exceptionally sweet inside.
'The Monts post I made yesterday should be obvious enough, right?'
'In the caption, I only ntioned Yan Huan as the "President," which already carries a very strong hint of ambiguity.'
'Sure enough, many girls in the comnts are trying to fish for information.'
'Ah, I really want Yan Huan to confess his feelings to
right now...'
'That way, wouldn't it be nice to beco boyfriend and girlfriend a bit earlier?'
"Mmm... but, urging him like this makes
look desperate."
Bai Yi was currently in a contradictory state. In her heart, she desperately wanted Yan Huan to hurry up and confess, allowing her to officially claim her proper status as his 'girlfriend.'
Yet, she was afraid of repeating the sa mistakes as last ti, so she felt a bit timid and hesitant.
"Besides, the Student Council is busy with the Culture Festival right now. Would I annoy him if I did this?
"Ahhh, whatever! I'll just go look for him, using... hmm, treating him to a al as an excuse.
"As long as we spend more ti together, the chances of Yan Huan confessing will definitely increase!"
Thinking of this, Bai Yi imdiately jumped up for joy.
She tossed the flower, now completely stripped of its petals, into the dirt. Then, humming a song and lifting her skirt...
...she happily trotted off toward the Student Council Office.
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