Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 33: Oops, Added a Bit Too Much!

“Woo-woo... woo-woo...”

In no ti, several police cars arrived in the South District, sending scantily clad custors from a massage parlor in a nearby alley scattering in panic.

Yan Huan led Bai Yi out of the pub, where they encountered Zuo Jiangqin, draped in a fur shawl, her expression grim. She frowned at her daughter, who kept her head lowered, before shifting her gaze to the smiling young man beside her.

Zuo Jiangqin’s eyes brightened slightly. “Thank you for your help, Yan.”

“No trouble at all, Auntie. I didn’t expect to see Bai Yi here, but I’m actually her fan.”

Zuo Jiangqin raised an eyebrow at her daughter before smiling warmly at Yan Huan.

“Is that so? Let’s exchange contact information. If there’s ever an event, I’ll be sure to invite you.”

“Sure thing, Auntie,” Yan Huan replied cheerfully as Zuo Jiangqin added him on Plane. Then, turning back to her daughter, her expression grew cold again.

“Get in the car.”

“...”

Bai Yi nodded reluctantly but turned back to glance at Yan Huan as she climbed into the car.

Their eyes t briefly. Yan Huan offered her a gentle smile, and her eyes flickered before she finally stepped into the vehicle.

As the car door closed and the sirens blared, the police cars departed, leaving Yan Huan standing at the pub’s entrance. His expression gradually returned to its usual calm.

On his shoulder, a black cat appeared out of nowhere.

ow-chan let out a sigh of relief as it watched the retreating police cars. “I almost had a heart attack earlier, feeling her desire surge like that, ow~”

“Yeah, otherwise, I wouldn’t have grabbed that pudding ant for another table and handed it to her...”

The pudding hadn’t been prepared specifically for her, but sensing the atmosphere, Yan Huan had quickly adjusted.

ow-chan tilted its head, puzzled. “But how did you know she likes singing, ow?”

Yan Huan glanced at ow-chan, rubbing its head gently.

“This morning, she caused so trouble. I wanted to replicate what I did with Ye Shiyu and make her feel guilty, but it didn’t work—she barely reacted. So, I had to find another way to curb her aggression.”

He walked back into the pub as he explained, “I did so research on her. She’s been in a lot of variety shows and movies. Her looks are flawless, but the reviews for her performance and presence... not so much.”

“She called her mother earlier, complaining that her current work arrangents weren’t what she wanted. But when she spoke to Sister Tong, she ntioned wanting her mother’s approval.”

Yan Huan paused, then looked at ow-chan.

“Do you know why people crave recognition for certain things, ow-chan? It’s only when they’ve genuinely poured their heart and soul into sothing that they truly yearn for acknowledgnt.”

“If her mother’s arrangents aren’t her choice, she won’t give her best effort. And if she’s not giving her all, she won’t desperately seek approval for it. But those songs she made? She wrote, composed, arranged, recorded, and perford them all by herself. Each song took a significant amount of work, yet she kept releasing more. That’s why I’m certain her true passion lies in singing.”

ow-chan nodded in sudden realization. “So you pretended to be her fan and gave her the recognition she wanted, ow! That helped suppress her urge to use the Modifier!”

“Exactly...”

“But if you keep this up, won’t she eventually drop fragnts like Ye Shiyu, ow? You’ve already figured out how to deal with her so quickly. That’s impressive!”

Despite the praise, Yan Huan didn’t seem pleased. He ruffled ow-chan’s head and sighed.

“It’s not that simple. This thod works for now, but don’t forget—her mother doesn’t approve of her singing.”

Yan Huan’s calm gaze turned thoughtful. “Who am I to her? Just so random stranger. But her mother? That’s a whole different story. Between her mother’s disapproval and a stranger’s support, which one do you think weighs more? Besides, I’m probably not even a stranger to her—I’m more like an enemy she despises.”

By now, Yan Huan had returned to the pub. He stretched his shoulders and continued, “This only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause. To truly resolve this, either her mother has to acknowledge her, or she needs the approval of so many people that it drowns out her mother’s opinion.”

There was another possibility—becoming soone whose approval mattered more to Bai Yi than her mother’s, like a lover.

But Yan Huan had no intention of taking that path, so he didn’t voice it.

ow-chan blinked, as if trying to think of sothing comforting to say, but it couldn’t find the words. Instead, it nuzzled Yan Huan’s face with its furry head, letting out a soft, “ow~”

Yan Huan chuckled lightly and glanced around the pub. The atmosphere had returned to normal. Tong Yingying was back to holding a cigarette between her lips, ready to light it, clearly itching for a smoke.

Yan Huan casually plucked the cigarette from her lips.

Usually, Tong Yingying didn’t protest when he stopped her from smoking, but this ti, she reached out her hand and said, “Give it back.”

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow. “Still smoking? You said two days ago you’d quit. Carrying cigarettes and booze everywhere isn’t exactly a winning strategy.”

Tong Yingying slumped onto a nearby table, defeated.

“Yeah, yeah. A smoke-drenched old hag like

can’t compete with soft, sweet idols of the sa age. Did you see her crying? All delicate and teary, just like a drama heroine. Too sweet!”

Yan Huan nodded in agreent. “True. When your mom scolds you, all you do is scream, ‘Damn, damn, damn,’ over and over. It’s either this or that ‘damn’ thing...”

“Do you want

to tase you?” Tong Yingying glared, raising her stun baton.

Yan Huan quickly raised his hands in surrender, handing back the cigarette. “Fine, fine. Dealing with Bai Yi has worn

out, and now I have to deal with you. Here, take it if you still want to smoke.”

Noticing the exhaustion in his tone, Tong Yingying smirked, clearly enjoying his frustration. But she didn’t take the cigarette.

“Make

so pudding,” she demanded.

“Make it yourself.”

“Damn, I’m the boss here! Believe , I’ll dock your pay!”

“You’re the one who taught

how to make pudding. Mine’s not as good as yours, and you want

to make it?”

“I don’t care. Anything tastes better if I don’t make it myself.”

“Alright, alright...”

Yan Huan chuckled, and Tong Yingying humd in satisfaction, folding her arms.

That night, the South District had its small drama. But beyond that, all was as usual.

By Thursday noon, in the Year One girls’ restroom at Yuanyue Academy, a voice echoed from one of the stalls.

“Little Finger, do you think this looks better?”

An Le gazed at herself in the mirror, adjusting her freshly styled air bangs. The light fringe frad her youthful, makeup-free face, highlighting her pure and delicate features.

Since adding Aria Spencer as a friend, she had been pondering her hairstyle. Spencer had once remarked that An Le’s thick, black hair made her look like a ghost.

So here she was, trying sothing new, hoping it would make her feel braver about writing to Yan Huan.

The tiny snake perched on her shoulder, Little Finger, flicked its tongue, rolling its eyes in irritation.

“You let Spencer handle those bullies for you, and now you’re taking all her advice? Can’t you have a little backbone?”

“I just think Spencer’s really amazing...” An Le mumbled internally, looking sheepish. “Pu Shuwen and the others didn’t dare retaliate after she dealt with them. They didn’t even show up for school today. And besides, I always thought my hair was too thick. Maybe this will look better...”

Little Finger remained silent, silently brewing sches to get her to use the Modifier. This timid girl was driving it to the brink of despair.

Finally, Little Finger relented with a sigh. “Fine, it looks okay. But aren’t you curious about what’s going on?”

“About what?”

“Isn’t Spencer supposed to report to the Student Council at noon? That’s Yan Huan’s domain.”

“Spencer doesn’t like Yan Huan. I’m not worried.”

Little Finger nearly choked in frustration. “Are you an idiot? She scored 66 points—she’s as stubborn as a pig. There’s no way she’ll sit quietly while Yan Huan tutors her. What if she loses her temper and beats him up?”

“Yan Huan... He’s not mine...” An Le’s face turned crimson at the implication.

“This isn’t the ti to argue whether he’s yours or not! Did you even hear what I said? Get moving! We need to check what’s going on!”

“Alright, alright...”

Reluctantly, An Le left the restroom and crept upstairs toward the Student Council office.

Her heart thudded faster as she approached, but she stopped at the hallway window, peeking nervously at the office door from a distance.

“What are you doing? Go closer!”

“I... I can’t. I’ll just watch from here...”

Little Finger sighed in exasperation. “Just kill

now, will you?”

Blushing, An Le continued to watch, though she couldn’t see much.

A few monts later, Spencer appeared, striding confidently up the stairs. She kicked the office door lightly to announce her arrival but didn’t enter.

To An Le’s surprise, Yan Huan stepped out alone instead.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, mirrored by Little Finger on her shoulder.

“What the—how did you know they’d co out?!”

“Uh... I didn’t...”

An Le scratched her head, looking embarrassed, leaving Little Finger speechless.

anwhile, Yan Huan glanced at Spencer, who stood with her arms crossed. After a mont, he pointed down the hallway.

“Over there...”

At the mont, Yan Huan was the only one in the Student Council office, but Ying Gong Tong was expected back shortly. She’d ntioned in the group chat that Little Cat was recovering and that she’d return around noon.

To avoid any potential conflict between Aria Spencer and Ying Gong Tong, Yan Huan decided to take the conversation with Spencer elsewhere.

Spencer frowned but reluctantly followed him down the hallway. anwhile, a stealthy An Le trailed behind, positioning herself on a distant balcony overlooking their location.

“Did you get the email I sent you?” Yan Huan asked, his tone impassive.

Spencer, hands stuffed in her pockets, smirked. “This is your responsibility, isn’t it? What about that Ying Gong girl?”

“This has nothing to do with Ying Gong.” Yan Huan turned back to look at her, his face cold.

“Sure, sure...” Spencer shrugged dismissively.

Stopping at a corner, Yan Huan turned to face her, his deanor all business.

“The Academic Affairs Office is clear on this: from now on, you’ll attend my study group twice a week in person and complete extra assignnts for

to grade and submit for review.”

Spencer looked at him incredulously. “I don’t even do the howork teachers assign. You think I’ll do yours?”

“You’d better start now.”

Spencer folded her arms and sneered. “What if I don’t?”

“Then the Academic Affairs Office might contact your parents.”

Her sneer faltered. Looking uncomfortable, she scratched the back of her head irritably.

“You promised

one condition before. I’m using it now—I’m not joining your study group!”

Yan Huan sighed, exasperated.

Seriously?

Wasn’t she trying to beco so kind of "top player"? Yet here she was, using her one condition to avoid studying.

Could he let her off that easily?

He pondered for a second, then let a hint of relief slip onto his face.

“Fine, I’ll try. I’ll see if I can request an exemption for you.”

“...”

Spencer gritted her teeth at his apparent eagerness to be rid of her. But compared to dealing with weekly assignnts or having her parents notified, she begrudgingly decided to use her condition.

Crossing her arms, she nodded and turned to leave.

But Yan Huan called after her. “Hold on. Let

make this clear: I’ll try, but if it doesn’t work, there’s nothing I can do—it’s the school’s policy. Regardless, once I’ve made the attempt, you’ll delete that photo, and we’re even.”

“What?”

Spencer’s eyes widened, her fangs faintly visible.

“You can’t guarantee success, and yet you want

to use up my condition for this?”

“What other choice do you have?” Yan Huan’s expression twisted into disdain.

“It’s not my fault you scored so poorly—66 points! You’re miles below the second-to-last. If you’d done slightly better, this wouldn’t even be an issue. With your score, all I can do is my best.”

“You’re saying I’m stupid, aren’t you?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

Yan Huan’s calm gaze didn’t flinch, his words cutting deep.

That subtle once-over he gave her, the silent comparison he seed to be making—it wasn’t hard to guess who he was thinking of.

Ying Gong Tong, right? The diligent, intelligent Vice President?

Of course, she was better in every way. Better grades, better deanor, even a single strand of her hair must outshine Spencer.

Spencer’s temple throbbed with veins as she failed to notice she’d fallen into his trap.

“Heh, I’ve changed my mind, Yan Huan.”

“What do you an?”

“I’m not using my condition. I’ll join the study group.”

“You’re going back on your word?”

“Yeah, I’ll participate in the group. As for that condition... you just wait, Yan Huan.”

Unfazed, Yan Huan pulled a small note from his pocket and handed it to her.

“What’s this?”

Spencer took the note, her frown deepening as she read it:

“Three Years of High School, Two Years of Mock Exams,”

“The Complete Hundred Practices of Mathematics,”

“A Comprehensive Guide to Grammar and Reading.”

“???”

Spencer’s jaw dropped as her eyes t Yan Huan’s mocking smile.

“Alright then. Please ensure you’ve purchased all the required materials for our study group by next Monday. Missing even one? Well, you know what happens.”

Spencer glared at him, her teeth grinding. This infuriatingly smug boy...

Just wait, Yan Huan...

“Hmph!” Spencer spun on her heel and stord off.

Yan Huan’s expression remained icy as he watched her go, his face a perfect mask of irritation.

From her distant perch, An Le couldn’t hear their conversation but sensed the tension.

“Are they... fighting? Xiao Huan looks so upset...”

She didn’t realize his expression was deliberately exaggerated to provoke Spencer.

An Le bit her lip, worry clouding her face.

On one hand was her childhood friend, and on the other, her newly ford friendship. She didn’t want them to argue, especially if it made Yan Huan upset.

Sensing her emotions, Little Finger’s eyes glead with a sinister light.

Could this be... the opportunity?

Suppressing its excitent, Little Finger spoke smoothly, “Do you want to make Yan Huan happy again?”

“I do... but I’m scared to face him. Maybe I could talk to Spencer later and ask her not to argue with Xiao Huan...”

“Idiot. Do you think she’d listen to you?”

“...”

True enough—Spencer was headstrong and unlikely to heed her words.

“I have an idea.”

“Little Finger, you do? Really?”

“Of course. Didn’t I tell you before? You can manipulate people’s pleasure. Happiness cos from pleasure—just give him a little to cheer him up.”

“R-really?”

Little Finger snorted confidently. “Naturally. And this isn’t a bad thing. You’re just trying to make him feel better. Maybe it’ll even stop him and Spencer from fighting.”

“...”

An Le swallowed nervously, the idea tempting her.

She wasn’t doing anything wrong, right? She just wanted to help Xiao Huan...

Maybe she could try it?

“How do I use that ability?”

Finally!

Little Finger barely contained its glee, ntally celebrating its victory.

“You just have to focus. Lock onto him, and send a little pleasure his way,” it explained, feigning calm.

Focus?

An Le followed its instructions, and a wave of invisible energy spread outward, forming a massive 15-ter radius.

Within the range, her vision locked onto countless targets. But her sole intention was to make Xiao Huan happy, so she concentrated on him.

Two wisps of mist—one red, one white—appeared before her. Confused, she looked to Little Finger for guidance.

“The red mist induces pain, while the white mist brings pleasure. Just direct the white mist into him,” it clarified.

White mist, then?

An Le hesitated, then cautiously guided the white mist toward Yan Huan.

However, being her first ti using the ability, the mist moved far more freely than she anticipated. Before she could stop it, a massive surge of white mist poured into Yan Huan.

“Ah! I-I added too much!”

Clamping her hands over her mouth, An Le froze in panic as Little Finger stared at her in shock.

Girl...

You’re more ruthless than I thought!

A mont later, Yan Huan, who had been heading back toward the Student Council office, abruptly froze mid-step.

A tidal wave of electrifying pleasure surged up his spine, crashing into his brain like a thunderclap.

“Boom!”

Done.

Done for.