Chapter 67: Spencer is Strong and Powerful

Chapter 67: Spencer is Strong and Powerful

“Compensation?”

Hearing this, Yan Huan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Spencer in front of him.

Today, Spencer wore a thin white windbreaker over a black sports tee.

She had a great figure, her curves rippling like waves.

The faint scent of ocean sports shower gel mixed with her fiery body temperature wafted through her long golden hair, exuding vitality like the sun.

Just one glance was enough to feel that athletic, strong beauty.

Her features were three-dimensional but not sharp, beautiful like the huntress goddess Artemis, yet so dangerously wild.

This was the first time Yan Huan had studied Aria Spencer’s appearance so closely.

Strangely, even though she possessed undeniable beauty, the dislike that others felt towards her always somehow overshadowed their appreciation for her looks.

As Yan Huan’s gaze landed on her, Spencer’s cheeks flushed deeper, yet her wicked smile didn’t fade.

She merely tossed her head back and said meaningfully, “Yeah, compensation, Yan President~”

“.”

In response, Yan Huan nodded expressionlessly and said, “.Alright, compensation means wiping the previous agreement clean. We’re even.”

“What?! Is that it? No way! You only ate a few of my crummy cookies, why should that agreement not count? You’re too stingy!”

“So, it’s been a while, have you thought it through? What do you want from that agreement?”

Spencer licked her lips but didn’t reply, instead crossing her arms and grinning.

“You want to end this so soon? What’s so great about that Sakuraguchi? Up to now, you two aren’t even together and haven’t done anything, right?”

“And so?”

Yan Huan looked at Spencer, trying to decipher what this smooth-talking brain of hers was planning.

“That Sakuraguchi Kyoko has a flat figure and a personality that’s boring and stiff; she can’t give you anything, but I’m different. I understand a lot—let me teach you, adult knowledge.”

“.”

Both Yan Huan and Meow-chan on his shoulder were momentarily stunned. They didn’t exchange glances but simultaneously showed expressions of “Just you?”

After a moment of silence, Yan Huan finally asked, “.So you really know a lot, huh?”

“Of course! I’m very experienced!”

Spencer’s face turned slightly red, but she still confidently patted her chest.

“Like holding hands and hugging, for example…”

“And kissing? What’s that like?”

Spencer’s expression froze, her blush spreading, causing a bead of sweat to glisten on her face.

In truth, ever since she got the “Oxford Dictionary” last Sunday, she had been contemplating what those overly complex actions really felt like.

Holding hands was simple enough; she just needed to casually let the cleaning maid hold her hand.

Hugging?

That was a bit embarrassing to ask the maid to do, so Spencer had tried hugging her large dog Peppa’s pillow instead.

That should be about the feeling, nothing special.

As for the following stages…

“Well, of course, I know that too! Don’t underestimate me!”

“Oh?”

Yan Huan looked at Spencer, who still had her arms crossed, turning her head away with a slightly flushed face. He smiled and said,

“Then what about XX?”

“!!”

Spencer maintained her pose, but her face turned increasingly red.

Her lips trembled, and her grin was barely maintained.

“Well, of course, I… ugh! Stop it! In any case, I’ve already thought of what I want as compensation!”

Her face was hot, and she stammered as if trying to show off her experience.

But as soon as she spoke, she felt her face burn even hotter, her mouth tingling and tripping over her words.

Even a fool could tell this was full of holes.

She had only picked up that manual at the comic convention two days ago, and it was just a “fragment,” not enough for any “instant mastery.”

So, deciding to change the subject, she wickedly grinned, red-faced, and extended five fingers.

“Private times, think of me as your girlfriend five times, each for fifteen um, half an hour?”

She seemed to have considered what kind of timing a certain scenario in a comic might require, but all she could picture were “panels”—no one had told her exactly how much time was needed.

Thus, Spencer first stated one time but then uncertainly glanced at Yan Huan and revised it.

“Let me show you what that Sakuraguchi Kyoko can’t give you, how about it?”

At the end, she crossed her arms again, flashing a self-confident smile.

Hehe, just wait, I’ll definitely make you show that expression.

Spencer silently etched Yan Huan’s frowning, serious expression into her mind, much like comparing the expressions of the leading lady on the first and last pages of a comic repeatedly.

As she pondered, her vibrant golden hair began to shine even brighter.

An invisible wave radiated outward, evoking a sense of disgust in Yan Huan.

Meow-chan on his shoulder let out a “meow,” and after a moment of thought, Yan Huan suppressed that feeling of revulsion.

If Spencer’s ability appeared to be about some theme he’d often seen in literary works from his past life, just like Ye Shiyu, underlying it was definitely some kind of special desire hidden beneath the surface of that Modifier’s ability.

Every time Sakuraguchi Kyoko was mentioned, Spencer would scoff, “What’s good about that girl?”

Typically, those who frequently belittled others didn’t actually feel as dismissive and unconcerned deep down.

On the contrary, they likely felt this way because they understood others had advantages over themselves, leading to feeling anger over their own inadequacies and envy towards others.

Ultimately, this leads to a desire to rob others of the beautiful things they possess.

They hope to satisfy the void created by jealousy in this way, proving themselves superior to others.

Thus, the way to suppress Spencer’s Modifier was straightforward:

Prevent her from succeeding in her attempts at plundering.

After all, the target she desired to rob was none other than himself.

So, no matter what methods she employed, all he needed to do was endure, preventing her from tasting the sweetness of successful plunder to succeed!

Eh, why does it feel like a weird sense of déjà vu is appearing again?

And just what kind of power does this fool possess?

Without resorting to the Modifier, judging solely by her ridiculously naive demeanor…

The only thing to say is, the power of eagerness is absolutely strong.

Yan Huan glanced at Spencer, who was extending five fingers, nodded, and added,

“Fine, I accept. But just like before, you can’t let Sakuraguchi know.”

Spencer nonchalantly licked her lips and said,

“Okay, Yan President, then let me show you.”

As she spoke, she suddenly spread her arms, causing her loose windbreaker to slide down from her shoulders.

“Swish.”

It slid down slightly from her shoulders, stopping just around her elbows.

Underneath, she wore a sports tee, and the straps on either side revealed large patches of her fair skin.

A golden invisible wave emanated from her body, enveloping Yan Huan within.

In his mind, for some reason, even though he felt disgust towards Spencer before him, he couldn’t help but compare her with the “like” that was Sakuraguchi Kyoko.

Sakuraguchi Kyoko always dressed conservatively, and due to not exercising often, her body was thin and frail.

But Spencer was completely different.

She was tall, with well-defined muscles shaped just right—it looked so good.

When her fair skin was on display, it seemed to shine, radiant and brilliant.

And more fatally, unlike the petite and flat Sakuraguchi, Spencer possessed the kind of perfect curves that made one envious.

So large!

While Sakuraguchi’s small figure was quite cute, still…

That wonderfully athletic feminine beauty slammed into Yan Huan’s mind, eroding his feelings toward Sakuraguchi like a crushing blow.

“In the Dragon Kingdom, there’s an old saying: a good bird chooses the best tree to nestle in. It’s clear who excels and who falls short.”

“You always have the right to choose better, and even Sakuraguchi can’t stop you from seeking someone better, right?”

This thought caused Yan Huan’s heart to pause for a moment, as if he had found a reason to appreciate the beauty before him.

“Meow!”

On his shoulder, Meow-chan growled anxiously, and Yan Huan was suddenly pulled back to reality, regaining his sanity.

This girl’s Modifier activated again!

It had just triggered in the corridor, and now, not even a few minutes later, it activated again?

Does it have no cooldown?

What was that hypnotism by Ye Shiyu twice a week about?

Even worse, as Yan Huan barely pulled away from the allure of the beauty before him and raised his gaze towards Spencer again,

He found her blushing face, her forced smile, and her slightly dodging yet brightly staring blue eyes.

“I know, right now, we don’t have enough time for half an hour. But didn’t we just agree to give you a little compensation? A little taste of sweetness is no problem, Yan President.”

She took a deep breath, with a hint of awkwardness, however, her excitement seemed to be energized by Yan Huan’s shocked expression.

Thus, Spencer opened her arms wide toward Yan Huan, her voice trembling.

“Come here, let me teach you this.”

Yan Huan’s throat tightened slightly, as if he had a dry mouth, his body freezing.

He hadn’t chosen that ridiculous ability to enhance reproduction last Sunday, but why was it so hard to suppress now?

Hiss.

It must be the Modifier’s doing!

“Tap, tap.”

Just as Yan Huan pondered this, a barely noticeable sound of footsteps came from outside the restroom.

Yan Huan’s eyes immediately calmed down, feeling an intense sense of foreboding surge within.

Meow-chan glanced towards the door and vanished in an instant, reappearing on Yan Huan’s shoulder just a second later, speaking urgently.

“Sakuraguchi Kyoko is coming, meow!”

“!”

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan’s pupils constricted, and the next moment, he suddenly reached out to grab Spencer’s wrist.

As she felt Yan Huan’s large hand pulling her in, her face instantly turned bright red, nearly springing away.

“Wait.”

Outside the cramped space by the toilet, Spencer’s face was flushed, just as she was about to say something, Yan Huan frowned and warned her by glancing back.

“Shh!”

“.”

Seeing his completely unaffected and serious expression, Spencer first breathed a sigh of relief instinctively, but then felt annoyed.

How could this not be like the scenarios in comics?

He wasn’t affected at all?

At this rate, how would she even have a chance to take him away after five times?

Meanwhile, Yan Huan remained oblivious to Spencer’s emotions behind him. He was simply alert, listening as the footsteps outside the restroom paused at the door.

Then, like an icy-cold shadow, a chilling voice drifted in.

“President? Are you not done yet?”

“Ah, Sakuraguchi, sorry, my stomach hurts a bit.”

“.”

Spencer, behind him, felt a twinge of displeasure hearing Sakuraguchi Kyoko’s voice outside, but then her wicked smile returned.

Outside, Sakuraguchi paused slightly and then continued.

“The club’s time is about to start, and you still haven’t returned, so…”

“I know, Sakuraguchi. You go ahead; I’ll be right out.”

“.”

When that side went silent, Yan Huan’s brow furrowed slightly.

However, outside, Sakuraguchi had already entered the girls’ restroom, checking each stall one by one.

After seeing all the stalls were empty, her eyes narrowed, full of deep shadows, and she took step by step toward the men’s restroom.

“By the way, when the president came earlier, I didn’t see that Spencer in L501, nor did she come to Seminar Room L502.”

“President, do you know where she went?”

Feeling the external sounds drawing closer, Yan Huan wore a “just as I thought” expression.

After brewing his words for a moment, he smiled and was about to speak.

“I also didn’t—”

“Bang!”

However, the next moment, warm hands suddenly wrapped around Yan Huan’s abdomen from behind.

The two hands met right at his abdomen and suddenly closed in, gripping his muscles tightly.

“!!”

This sudden attack made Yan Huan lean back against the stall door with a “bang.”

There wasn’t a sound from outside, and Yan Huan quickly turned around only to see Spencer’s mischievous, wicked smile, her face flushed.

You rogue!

“Hehe.”

She grinned silently, licking her lips.

Those hands that had been resting on Yan Huan’s abdomen suddenly began to move downward.

Yan Huan hurriedly grasped her wrist, but that girl was as strong as an ox.

This grasp not only made it hard for him to stop her but instead pushed Yan Huan back against the stall door again, making a sound.

“Bang!”

“.President?”

Sakuraguchi Kyoko’s presence grew clearer, making Yan Huan know she was definitely right at the men’s room door now.

He shot a glare at Spencer behind him, but she was grinning as she made a gesture with her mouth.

“What to do, hmm?”

“Yan President~”

This girl wasn’t really trying to go further; it was purely mischief.

She wanted to distract Yan Huan and create noise, increasing the chance of Sakuraguchi Kyoko discovering them.

Fine, fine.

Yan Huan’s expression darkened as he whispered something to Meow-chan in his mind.

Then, just a second later, he suddenly reversed his position in the stall.

What had originally been a back-to-back stance turned into face-to-face, causing Spencer to bump right into Yan Huan’s embrace.

Experiencing the body of the opposite sex for the first time, her brain felt like it had been jolted, turning blank.

Just like that moment when he first cracked open Teacher Jiao Tan’s comic…

Brain overloaded, that was for sure.

And outside, with an expression that had turned icy, Sakuraguchi Kyoko leaned against the door, just as she was about to step into the men’s restroom.

Beside her, a suddenly adorable voice rang out.

“Meow~”

Sakuraguchi Kyoko paused slightly, turning to see a black cat curled up on the ground, licking its paw.

It exposed its fat belly to Sakuraguchi, blinking its clear, bright green eyes at her using an incredibly cute kitten voice.

“Meow~”

Oh.

What an adorable little cat!!

Sakuraguchi Kyoko opened her mouth, staring at the black cat lying there, momentarily frozen in place.

She loved cats the most.

“I…”

Sakuraguchi’s eyes became captivated by the plump black cat, glancing back at where she had just come from and then turning back to look at the cat.

But at that moment, the little cat perked up its tail and approached Sakuraguchi.

Then it jumped, rubbing against Sakuraguchi’s ankle.

“Ahahahaha!”

Where did this little cat come from?!

So proactive!

It must want me to take it home, right?

It has to be!

Sakuraguchi opened her mouth, shaking as she stretched out her hand, seemingly wanting to hug the fat cat.

However, the next moment, that black cat mischievously glanced up at her and scampered off, swishing its tail as it beckoned her.

“Meow~”

“Sakuraguchi, I’ll be right out, you go ahead.”

“Ah, okay.”

Sakuraguchi turned to look at the restroom, her original sixth sense temporarily derailed by the sudden appearance of the cute little cat.

After thinking a bit, she figured just such a tiny amount of time—the possibility of that Spencer girl simply escaping to dodge the activity seemed quite likely.

It wouldn’t be weird to think of her as a pervert who’d follow the president into the restroom.

I was just overthinking it.

Disrupted by Meow-chan, another wave of golden, invisible energy emerged from within the restroom, causing Sakuraguchi to naturally let down her guard.

She took a deep breath, turned to head down the corridor, but only saw the tip of a black cat’s tail peeking out from the stairs.

“Kitty, don’t run!”

Sakuraguchi bit her lip and, taking a few steps towards the stairs, tried to catch up to Meow-chan.

Thus, she strayed further away from the restroom.

Of course, she couldn’t see, at that moment, in the restroom, how Spencer flushed with embarrassment was caught in Yan Huan’s embrace, with the toilet behind her. She felt at a loss, unable to retreat or progress.