Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 309: You Will Like Me More

"Hah..."

At this mont, Yan Huan's towering figure occupied Tong Yingying's entire field of vision like an inescapable net. With a slight twitch of her nose, she felt overwheld by his scent, to the point where she could even feel his heavy, rhythmic breathing striking her cheeks.

That breathing sohow seed to carry a crushing weight, pounding against Tong Yingying's mind until she felt dizzy. She subconsciously turned her head slightly to the side, catching sight of Yan Huan's taut, slightly trembling arm muscles.

Seeing this, Tong Yingying seed to understand his current predicant.

He was like a bowstring on the verge of snapping, a volcano on the brink of eruption, teetering precariously on the edge of rationality.

However, she knew that whatever he might say in this so-called rational state was not what she wanted to hear.

Things like wanting her to stay away from the Modifiers, to stay away from the absolute ss of a situation he was currently facing...

In the end, wasn't that still a rejection?!

How was that any different from saying she wasn't as young as those little brats, or that her personality couldn't compare to those clingy, bird-like young girls?!

Rather than accept that, Tong Yingying would prefer to choose madness.

After all, just a mont ago, he couldn't bear to let her cry...

That was enough.

At worst, she would just fight it out with those little girls who had Modifiers later!

So what if they had Modifiers? Did having a Modifier make them superior?

She refused to accept that!

Yan Huan was hers. She had been pining for him for so long, and now that she finally saw a chance to claim her prize, why should latecors get to take the lead?!

"What... what are you muttering about?"

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Tong Yingying's eyelashes couldn't help but flutter slightly.

"Sister Tong, I an..."

She shot him a stealthy glare before imdiately averting her eyes, curling her lips as she softly interrupted his words.

"...Hey, Yan Huan."

At this mont, Yan Huan, who was being suffocated by the heavy burden of fertility, heard her voice through his steadfast endurance and subconsciously raised his head.

Beneath him, Tong Yingying's face was flushed. For the first ti ever, she revealed a girl-like shyness, raising the back of her hand to cover her mouth as she suddenly spoke with a trembling voice.

"Are you... are you really just going to stay locked up in here like this, waiting for that murderous madman with the Modifier to co back and deal with us?"

"..."

Hearing her highly suggestive words and seeing her eyes half-closed, completely giving up any resistance to let him do as he pleased, Yan Huan felt an explosive heat ignite within him.

"Sister Tong..."

"Mhm?"

Her voice trembled just as violently as her eyelashes did.

Yan Huan looked at her for a long ti, took a deep breath, and suddenly broke into a faint smile.

"It's good that you're quitting smoking early... Right now, your whole body carries a faint, wonderful scent I've never noticed before. It slls just like Armani's tea perfu..."

With that said, he gently lowered his head and reached out a hand toward her...

"Smack!"

However, just as his hand extended, an irresistible, massive force slamd into him a second later!

In the re blink of an eye, before Yan Huan could even realize what had happened, he found himself pinned underneath her once again.

He blinked up at the woman straddling him. Tong Yingying let out a cold snort and glared down at him.

"What Armani tea perfu? Which wealthy young lady from your academy did you sll that on?"

"..."

Yan Huan's face darkened, instantly rendering him speechless.

'How should I put this...'

'It gives

the absurd feeling of comparing her to a classic goddess, only for her to demand to know which street corner this "goddess" was from.'

"Hah..."

Just as he was rendered speechless by this thought, he suddenly noticed that Tong Yingying was lightly wiping her lips, her face seemingly even redder than before.

'Wait a minute...'

'Could it be that she actually understood I was complinting her, but...'

"Sister Tong, you... are you blushing?"

"Who's blushing?!"

Tong Yingying instantly got ruffled, glaring fiercely at Yan Huan as she grabbed his wrist in a vice grip.

"This is... this is punishnt! Do you understand?"

"Punishnt?"

Hearing this, Tong Yingying chuckled, a terrifying smile spreading across her face.

"What, did you think I'd be all delicate and frail like An Le? You've got to be kidding ! I don't even care anymore that we're inside that Sakuramiya Hitomi's Barrier..."

"Heh... 'Modifier Host'? Do you think I, Tong Yingying, am afraid of them?

"Yan Huan, even if they are Modifier Hosts, don't even think they can snatch you away from !

"You are mine."

Looking at the domineering woman leaning over him with fierce eyes, Yan Huan's heart almost skipped a beat.

Tong Yingying didn't care whether he believed her or not. Blushing slightly, she straightened her posture and reached out to pinch the buttons of her clothes.

"So, even if we're doing this, I'm the one taking the initiative! You just lie there and take it...

"Next, you better prepare yourself... prepare yourself to suffer."

Yan Huan stared blankly as Tong Yingying lowered her head, gradually drawing closer. He couldn't help but nervously swallow a mouthful of saliva, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

'Could it be...'

'Am I going to et my end here today?'

'D-don't, Sister Tong!!'

At this mont, in Reality outside the Barrier.

"I didn't expect you to actually do it, Sakuramiya..."

Yurianna looked at the smiling Sakuramiya Hitomi. Just as she was about to show a joyful grin, her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

A second later, her eye sockets gradually reddened, and teardrops spilled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Waaah... huu huu..."

"Eh, why are you crying?"

Seeing this, Perfect Sakuramiya blinked and hastily reached out a hand to comfort her.

But Yurianna waved her off, wiping the corners of her eyes as she laughed through her tears.

"Don't mind , these are tears of joy! Seeing my dear Hitomi actually pull it off makes Mama so very happy!"

'That tone of yours, like you're watching your good-for-nothing daughter finally grow up, is seriously annoying, Yurianna!'

"..."

Sakuramiya Hitomi's smile stiffened, but Yurianna kept blabbering on.

"Well, it wasn't a waste for

to give you that hydrangea hairpin after all. That hairpin was my absolute favorite, you know!"

"Eh? That hairpin was yours?"

Hearing Yurianna's words, Perfect Sakuramiya was montarily stunned, staring blankly at the pink-haired idiot in front of her.

eting Sakuramiya Hitomi's murderous glare, Yurianna remained completely oblivious, rely scratching the back of her head with a silly grin.

"Hehe, yeah! But the ending is what matters. As long as you take the first step, you're already halfway to success. Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Yes, quite worthy of congratulations indeed..."

Perfect Sakuramiya was almost ready to cough up blood, her fists clenched tightly, yet she still forced a polite smile.

"Phew..."

Just then, as they chatted, an ominous premonition suddenly crept over her heart, prompting her to glance back at the tightly shut door of the Barrier behind her.

Speaking of which, the situation inside the Barrier was now a complete ss because of Hitomi.

She had no idea where the other Sakuramiyas, including Self-Doubting Sakuramiya, had run off to...

"Hey, hey, but Sakuramiya... Did the President agree to it?"

"Hmm?"

Perfect Sakuramiya turned her head, eting Yurianna's excited, gossip-hungry expression.

"Mmm..."

Hearing this, Perfect Sakuramiya pondered for a mont, tapping her chin as she replied,

"The President didn't agree on the spot."

"Eh, eh, eh? Don't tell

the President..."

"No, no, no, he just didn't accept my invitation from earlier. However, the President will definitely accept my next invitation."

"...Why does this sound completely abstract, like taphysics?"

Yurianna shot her a deadpan look, making the remark.

"Hehe. You should look forward to the upcoming High Table Dinner, Yurianna."

Perfect Sakuramiya didn't elaborate further, rely turning back to look at the tightly shut door behind her.

"Well, I have so things to take care of, so I'll be going now."

"Oh, right, I've been delayed for quite a while too! Since I've gotten all the juicy gossip, Sakuramiya, could you help

give these official docunts to the President?"

"Mhm."

Yurianna turned around and skipped happily away. Perfect Sakuramiya glanced at the materials in her hands, then eagerly turned back and headed toward the Barrier, unable to wait a second longer.

"No... I can't do this anymore... spare ... woo... Yan Huan..." Not much ti had passed.

It was still the sa room, still the sa two people.

Except that near the bed, a few pieces of their clothing lay tangled and scattered on the floor, a sight guaranteed to bring a flush to anyone's cheeks.

On the pristine white bed, Tong Yingying, her eye sockets slightly red, clutched the bedding pitifully as she pleaded for rcy.

"..."

Behind her, Yan Huan retracted his hand, his face darkened with exasperation, completely unsure of what to say.

'Why does it feel like...'

'It was over before it even began?'

Looking at Tong Yingying's back view, and then down at his own hands, he found it sowhat hard to believe.

It felt exactly like turning into a Super Saiyan for the first ti and being utterly astounded by the terrifying combat power erupting from within.

'Was I too strong, or was Sister Tong just too much of a weakling?'

'Or could it be...'

'Was An Le just overwhelmingly strong?'

Yan Huan didn't know the answer. The irrefutable fact was that, after barely one round, Tong Yingying had been completely routed, left without a shred of strength to resist.

'And yet, just a mont ago, she had been boasting wildly about how she was going to teach

a severe lesson?'

'Still, I suppose there is a silver lining to this...'

'Because the ti was so short, the chances of Perfect Sakuramiya coming back and catching us red-handed are much lower.'

However, Yan Huan didn't have the heart to say sothing that invited a beating like "Sister Tong, you're really weak." He just asked with genuine concern,

"Sister Tong, are you okay?"

"I am not! It hurts so much, woo..."

"I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, Tong Yingying turned her head to shoot Yan Huan an annoyed glare and weakly kicked him with her foot.

For so unknown reason, seeing the usually fierce Tong Yingying exhibiting that pleading expression from earlier made his breathing quicken for a mont.

This also led him to gently grasp her ankle, unable to resist holding onto it without letting go.

"Woo..."

anwhile, Tong Yingying was extrely bewildered.

'Was that really what An Le's ntal technique taught? Why did it feel so wrong?'

When An Le had said those things, she sounded entirely at ease, very gentle, exuding a sense of profound tolerance and effortless mastery that could encompass all things.

'So why is it that when I take the field, I fail at absolutely everything?'

'It could honestly be described as an unmitigated disaster...'

'Could it be that An Le was afraid of "starving to death the master by teaching the apprentice," so she deliberately withheld so crucial details in the technique?'

Tong Yingying, inherently suspicious, pondered over this possibility.

"..."

However, as her thoughts spun, she looked back at Yan Huan's handso face and well-built figure, radiating masculine vitality, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

This was truly the first ti she realized exactly what it ant when they said: what a miserable life she had been living before.

'Thinking about it carefully, his current physique was cultivated entirely by . I was the one who took him out to train night after night, and yet I wasn't even the first to taste the fruits of my labor!'

'Is that fair?!'

With this thought, Tong Yingying lay on her stomach on the bed, turning her head back to fix a dark, brooding gaze on Yan Huan.

"..."

eting her gaze, Yan Huan let out a sigh, propping up his cheek as he locked eyes with her for a few seconds.

At this mont, the flas that hadn't been fully extinguished—simply because Sister Tong was too much of a weakling—slowly receded, allowing rationality to return to his mind. It made him acutely aware of exactly what he had just done.

If deciding he didn't want to give up An Le, Spencer, Sakuramiya, and the others back in Sakura Country while beside a sleeping An Le had rely been a fleeting thought...

Then now, he...

He had genuinely taken the first tangible step.

This brought him an unprecedented sense of dread, a profound fear of the complete uncertainty of his future.

He knew better than anyone that if he mishandled this and the truth ca out, it would be an apocalyptic catastrophe.

Especially since none of the parties involved were ordinary people.

Modifier Hosts, incredibly wealthy young ladies with staggering family backgrounds...

"Click~"

Right at that mont, the previously shut door moved without wind, swinging open to reveal the Corridor floating in the void outside.

The flow of ti here was different from the outside world, which was why Perfect Sakuramiya had not yet returned.

But staring at that open door, Yan Huan developed a mindset that even he felt was abnormal.

It was regarding the Modifiers.

It was precisely because the Modifiers had shattered his peaceful daily life, reducing it to this chaotic state.

But conversely, the more chaos he experienced—such as the situation in this room now, or the apocalyptic descent of the evil god in Tokyo earlier—the more his mindset grew accustod to remaining calm in the face of change.

He hadn't forgotten that Myau-chan had promised him that even if the Modifiers of the other Hosts were resolved, all the rewards it had bestowed upon him during this ti would be permanently retained, not taken back.

This was his reward for saving the world.

"...What... what are you thinking about? You are absolutely not allowed to regret this!"

Behind him, Tong Yingying tilted her head and observed him for a long while. Suddenly, as if struck by so terrifying possibility, she scrambled over, pinning him beneath her and furiously shaking him back and forth.

Being tossed side to side, Yan Huan's face instantly darkened. He looked at her and said,

"Do I look like that kind of person?"

"..."

Tong Yingying blinked and pondered for a mont. Instead of looking pleased, she rested her weight against his chest and mumbled softly,

"So... does that an you're going to take responsibility for An Le in the exact sa way?"

"What are you muttering about?"

Tong Yingying rolled her eyes at him but didn't explain. She just sat up sideways, turning her back to Yan Huan.

"Nothing."

"..."

Yan Huan gazed at her back view as she gently reached up to tie her hair. Opening his mouth, he spoke softly,

"Sister Tong."

"Yan Huan."

Unexpectedly, Tong Yingying spoke at the exact sa ti.

She turned around, imdiately eting Yan Huan's eyes, and both of them froze montarily.

Yan Huan offered a slight smile, taking the initiative to yield.

"You go first, Sister Tong."

"Mhm."

Tong Yingying paused for a second, gathering her thoughts for quite a while before hesitantly saying,

"Earlier, you said the Modifiers were making your life abnormal... I acknowledge that. After all, I saw that terrifying situation firsthand in Tokyo..."

"..."

"Then what about after the Modifiers are resolved?"

Yan Huan blinked, looking at her.

She turned back, locking her gaze straight onto Yan Huan.

"I know you've always liked Sakuramiya Hitomi. Even if you hated her before, now, because of the Modifiers, the two of you are...

"But... what if, after the Modifiers are fully resolved, you end up liking

more than her? More than An Le? More than all the other girls?"

Yan Huan opened his mouth, but for a mont, he couldn't find the words.

But Tong Yingying's face fell, and she silently raised a fist.

"Is there really no such possibility?!"

"There is, there is."

Yan Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead as he hurriedly replied.

"Lately, I... I've been quitting smoking and drinking, and I've completely dropped all my previous bad habits...

"Now that my long-standing grudges have been avenged, the past has nothing to do with

anymore... I can also guarantee that my slate is completely clean...

"As for An Le...

"Since a special phenonon like the Modifiers exists, the two of us... can just be a little special for now... I won't get in your way when it cos to resolving the Modifiers. In fact, I'll even help you, but..."

Tong Yingying brushed back her red hair, her tone sporadic and intermittent.

But after a long hesitation, she finally bit her lip, raised her eyes, and looked directly into Yan Huan's face, enunciating each word clearly,

"On the day the Modifiers are resolved, you, Yan Huan, will absolutely, undeniably... like , Tong Yingying, more.

"I guarantee it~"