“Compensation?”
Yan Huan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as his gaze settled on Spencer.
Today, she wore a thin white windbreaker over a black athletic T-shirt, her well-toned figure outlined in smooth, wave-like curves. The faint scent of oceanic body wash mixed with her warm body temperature, lingering in her golden locks, exuding vitality like the sun itself.
In this close proximity, her beauty radiated athleticism and power. Her facial features, striking and well-defined, held a wild charm reminiscent of the huntress Artemis—dangerous yet captivating.
It was the first ti Yan Huan had scrutinized Aria Spencer up close.
Strangely, while her beauty was undeniable, it was often overshadowed by an instinctive aversion others felt toward her. That unshakable sense of distaste easily trumped any appreciation of her physical allure.
As Yan Huan’s gaze lingered, Spencer’s blush deepened, though her wicked grin never wavered.
She tilted her head confidently and said with a hint of amusent, “Yes, compensation, President Yan~.”
“...”
Yan Huan’s expression remained blank as he nodded slightly and replied, “Alright, let’s consider our previous deal canceled. We’re even.”
“What?! That’s it? No way! Just because I ate a few lousy cookies, our previous agreent is void? You’re so stingy!”
“Then why don’t you tell
what you want for our deal? It’s been a while now.”
Spencer licked her lips but didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, she crossed her arms and smirked.
“Trying to end this so soon? What’s so great about Ying Gong anyway? You haven’t even made any progress with her, have you? Nothing’s happened between you two yet, right?”
“And so?”
Yan Huan stared at her, curious to see what absurd logic her shallow thoughts would conjure.
“Ying Gong Tong—flat as a board, boring as a textbook—what can she give you? , on the other hand... I know a lot. Let
teach you so grown-up lessons.”
“...”
Both Yan Huan and ow-chan froze, their expressions collectively screaming, “You?”
After a beat of silence, Yan Huan finally asked, “So, you’re saying you’re experienced?”
“Of course! I’ve got plenty of experience!” Spencer’s confidence didn’t waver, even as her face turned red. She patted her chest for emphasis, saying, “Like holding hands, or even hugs...”
“And kissing?”
Spencer’s triumphant expression froze. The redness in her face spread like wildfire, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead.
Ever since she’d gotten her hands on that “Oxford Dictionary” at the comic convention, she’d been pondering the nuances of such complex behaviors. Holding hands? Easy—she had maids for that.
Hugging?
That was trickier. She’d managed it by hugging her oversized Peppa plushie, though it felt awkward and embarrassing. But anything beyond that…
“Well, of course, I know what kissing feels like! Don’t underestimate !” she stamred, turning her head away to avoid his gaze.
“Oh?”
Yan Huan’s slight smile grew as he observed her increasingly flustered state.
“Then… what about that?”
“!!”
Her composure cracked entirely, though she stubbornly kept her arms crossed and her chin raised. Spencer’s lips quivered, her forced smile faltering as her cheeks grew hotter by the second.
“Y-you’re so annoying! Anyway, I’ve decided what I want for our deal!”
Still flushed, Spencer fumbled over her words in an attempt to recover. Her confidence wavered, but she quickly plastered on her signature mischievous grin. Stretching out five fingers, she declared:
“You’ll treat
like your girlfriend five tis—half an hour each ti. Deal?”
The ti limit had been pulled from thin air. Her mind had only fleeting images of manga panels and storyboards, not concrete durations. After nervously glancing at Yan Huan’s face for confirmation, she revised her offer, “Or… let’s make it fifteen minutes per ti.”
“Let
show you what Ying Gong Tong could never give you. How about it?”
Arms folded, Spencer’s smug smile returned. In her mind, she envisioned Yan Huan’s serious, furrowed expression morphing into one of complete surrender.
As these thoughts swirled, her golden hair shimred faintly, almost as if it was glowing.
An invisible ripple emanated from her, stirring a sense of disgust in Yan Huan’s chest. ow-chan owed softly, alerting him to the subtle manipulation.
Yan Huan pushed past the unpleasant sensation, analyzing the situation. Spencer’s Modifier wasn’t random—it seed tailored to exploit her deepest desires.
Like Ye Shiyu, whose ticulous nature aligned with her Modifier’s abilities, Spencer’s power clearly stemd from a core psychological trait.
Every ti Ying Gong Tong ca up, Spencer would say, “What’s so great about her?” Her dismissiveness wasn’t genuine; rather, it betrayed a deep insecurity.
Those who belittle others often do so out of an acute awareness of their own inadequacies. For Spencer, it was jealousy—of Ying Gong Tong’s refinent, intelligence, and grace.
Her desire to steal what others cherished was rooted in a need to validate herself, to fill the emptiness born of envy.
The key to countering Spencer’s Modifier was simple: deny her success in her attempts to plunder.
And as it happened, her target was Yan Huan himself.
As long as he remained steadfast and didn’t let her savor the taste of victory, her efforts would be in vain.
Though... wasn’t there sothing oddly familiar about this situation?
Yan Huan studied her outstretched hand and five fingers, suppressing a sigh as he nodded.
“Fine, I agree… but as before, Ying Gong Tong cannot find out.”
Spencer licked her lips again, entirely unbothered by the condition.
“Got it, President Yan. Now let
show you...”
As she spoke, Spencer opened her arms wide. The loose white windbreaker she wore slipped off her shoulders, falling to her elbows with a soft rustle.
“Shhh...”
The motion revealed her toned arms and the expanse of pale skin beneath her black athletic tank top. The straps clung to her figure, highlighting her athletic build.
Her golden hair shimred under the fluorescent lights, and her confident grin grew wider.
“Let
show you the difference between
and that uptight Ying Gong Tong.”
A golden, invisible ripple emanated from Spencer, enveloping Yan Huan in its grasp.
In his mind, an involuntary comparison began to form between Spencer and Ying Gong Tong.
Ying Gong’s conservative attire and slender, delicate fra contrasted sharply with Spencer’s athletic build and perfectly toned muscles. Her exposed, luminous skin seed to radiate vitality, while her curves—so unlike Ying Gong’s petite form—left an undeniable impression.
So big!
While Ying Gong’s smaller figure had its own charm, the sight of Spencer’s strikingly feminine and athletic beauty overwheld Yan Huan’s thoughts.
Her words echoed in his mind:
"As the old saying goes, 'The wise bird chooses the right tree to perch on.' It's clear which is better, isn't it? You have the right to choose sothing better—sothing even Ying Gong Tong can’t stop you from pursuing."
For a fleeting mont, Yan Huan found himself searching for a reason to admire Spencer’s beauty.
“ow!”
ow-chan’s sharp hiss brought Yan Huan back to his senses, jolting him free from the spell. His logic returned swiftly as he realized Spencer’s Modifier had activated once again.
She already used it in the hallway. How is it back online so quickly? No cooldown at all?
In comparison, Ye Shiyu’s hypnosis ability—limited to twice a week—seed outright modest.
Shaking off the lingering effects, Yan Huan refocused his gaze on Spencer. Her slightly flushed face, feigned confident smile, and the glimr in her blue eyes betrayed a mix of arrogance and uncertainty.
“I know we don’t have a full half-hour right now,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But since I promised to give you a taste of your compensation, I don’t mind starting early, President Yan…”
She took a deep breath, her bravado faltering under the weight of her own words. Nevertheless, she opened her arms toward Yan Huan, stamring, “C-co on… let
teach you… this…”
Yan Huan’s throat tightened, and his body stiffened, an unfamiliar dryness creeping into his mouth.
This… unrelenting Modifier!
Tap… tap…
Before he could respond, faint footsteps echoed outside the restroom.
Yan Huan’s eyes sharpened as unease crept into his chest. ow-chan, who had vanished earlier, reappeared on his shoulder, her expression tense.
“It’s Ying Gong Tong, ow!”
“!”
Yan Huan’s pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he grabbed Spencer’s wrist.
Her face turned crimson as she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“You—wait—”
Her flustered protest was cut off as Yan Huan turned sharply, his expression a warning.
“Shh!”
“...”
Staring at his no-nonsense gaze, Spencer’s panic gave way to a begrudging calm. Still, annoyance bubbled up within her.
How is this not going like the manga scenes? He’s not affected at all!
Her frustration deepened—if this continued, how would she succeed in even one of her five attempts, let alone all of them?
anwhile, Yan Huan listened as the footsteps outside paused right by the restroom door.
A cold, bone-chilling voice called out, “President? Are you done yet?”
“Ah, Ying Gong, sorry… stomachache,” he replied smoothly, though tension laced his words.
“...”
Hearing Ying Gong Tong’s voice, Spencer’s initial surprise quickly turned into mischief.
Outside, Ying Gong paused before speaking again.
“The club eting is about to start, and you’re still not back. So—”
“I know, Ying Gong. Go ahead without . I’ll be there shortly.”
“...”
There was no imdiate response, and Yan Huan’s brow furrowed slightly.
Outside, Ying Gong Tong moved deliberately, stepping into the adjacent won’s restroom to check each stall. Finding them empty, her narrowed eyes darkened as she turned toward the n’s restroom.
“President,” she called again, her voice carrying an ominous weight. “By the way, I didn’t see Spencer in L501 or L502 earlier.
“Do you know where she went?”
Yan Huan’s unease solidified into certainty—Ying Gong Tong suspected sothing.
Just as he was about to respond, a warm sensation abruptly wrapped around his abdon.
“!”
Spencer’s hands circled his waist from behind, her fingers pressing against his stomach muscles.
Caught off guard, Yan Huan staggered back into the stall door, the resulting thud echoing through the restroom.
He whipped around to see Spencer’s flushed face and mischievous grin.
You little…!
“Hehe…”
She licked her lips playfully, her hands on his stomach shifting downward.
Yan Huan quickly caught her wrists, but her strength was shockingly formidable—like grappling with a bull. His grip barely slowed her movents, and the second thud from his retreat against the stall door rang out louder.
“...President?”
Ying Gong Tong’s voice beca more focused, her proximity to the restroom unmistakable.
Spencer, reveling in the chaos, silently mouthed, What now, President Yan~?
Her intent wasn’t truly indecent—she wasn’t that kind of person. Instead, she thrived on causing trouble, increasing the chances that Ying Gong Tong might walk in.
Yan Huan’s expression darkened as he relayed instructions to ow-chan ntally.
In a swift motion, he spun around to face Spencer. The sudden movent startled her, causing her to stumble into his arms.
The proximity was electric. Pressed against Yan Huan, Spencer froze as her mind blanked entirely.
Her cheeks flushed even deeper as her senses were overwheld, her thoughts echoing the sa ntal overload she’d experienced when first encountering “those” comics.
Outside, Ying Gong Tong, now at the n’s restroom door, reached out to push it open.
“ow~!”
A soft, adorable sound halted her in her tracks. Turning her head, she saw a chubby black cat sprawled lazily on the floor, licking its paw.
Its large, clear green eyes blinked at her, its round belly exposed as it wed again, “ow~!”
So… cute!
Ying Gong Tong stared, her frosty deanor cracking slightly. She adored cats.
The black cat swayed its tail enticingly, walking up to her before brushing against her ankle.
“Aaaah!”
Ying Gong Tong’s heart lted as she knelt down to reach for the cat. But just as she extended her hand, the cat darted off, pausing briefly at the end of the corridor to glance back with an inviting flick of its tail.
“Don’t run!”
Montarily forgetting her suspicions, Ying Gong Tong pursued the cat, her heels clicking as she moved farther from the restroom.
Inside the stall, Spencer, still pressed against Yan Huan, was paralyzed with embarrassnt. With nowhere to retreat, she was stuck between him and the toilet.
Her golden curls lightly brushed against his throat, their faintly citrusy scent teasing his senses.
Yan Huan, stunned for a mont, glanced down at her flushed face. Her blue eyes, shimring with vulnerability, stared back at him from re inches away.
Their noses were almost touching.
And, of course, so were their lips.
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