Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 34

*Boom!* As he walked along the corridor, Yan Huan's pupils suddenly contracted. A strange sensation struck him in an instant.

A powerful electric current surged up his spine in reverse, slamming straight into his brain.

In that moment, his mind went completely blank, and then his body went limp.

"Ugh!"

'Huh?'

'What is this feeling?'

'Still…'

'Still more experts?!'

Yan Huan staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to catch himself against the wall at the last second.

But even touching the wall made his hand tingle and go numb, as if sinking into soft cotton. He quickly pulled it back.

"Haha... ha..."

Gasping for breath, his eyes widened. His body trembled slightly.

Just now, in that brief instant—

He had felt an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

That feeling had been mostly resisted, but if there hadn't been any resistance...

*Hsss!*

He didn’t even dare to imagine it!

Yet even so, the intense feedback lingered—right now, looking down...

"Classmate Niu Niu, the teacher didn’t call on you. Why did you stand up and answer?"

"Because I'm kind."

Yan Huan gasped sharply as a breeze brushed past, instantly cooling his cheek.

Only then did he realize—sweat had already started to bead on his forehead.

'Modifier.'

'Was that the effect of the fourth modifier?'

"Yan Huan."

Just then, Meow-chan appeared beside him, looking at him with concern.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just—*hsss*..."

The lingering sensation surged like a tide. Even though it hadn’t peaked, it was still hard to resist.

He bent over, cautiously scanning the surroundings. Everything was silent—not a single person in sight.

"The host of the fourth modifier is also in our school, but I didn’t see where she is."

"Wait a sec, Meow—Yan Huan, the resistance I gave you earlier seems to have been partially pierced."

"Pierced through resistance?"

Yan Huan asked in disbelief,

"What do you mean?"

Meow-chan leaned in, explaining anxiously,

"Basically, your resistance only worked at seventy percent. That modifier has a very special trait—it seems to partially ignore resistance. That's why you felt so uncomfortable."

'You—'

'Heavy armor-piercing, huh?!'

'It can even bypass resistance?!'

Still bent over, Yan Huan was too stunned to speak.

What was even scarier was that today, he had chosen to wear loose black pants. He didn’t even know why he picked such a conspicuous style.

And Stubborn Classmate Niu showed no signs of calming down—as if he’d entered "Gundam Mode."

(*) "Gundam Mode" is a playful reference to the anime "Mobile Suit Gundam," implying a heightened or exaggerated power state.

The sudden long-distance assault had left Yan Huan no time to react or find the culprit—and worse, voices were faintly echoing from the stairwell.

"Hehe, Yinggong, when can I come to your house again to see that kitty~?"

'It’s You’an Lina!'

"Mm, Meiyue is almost ready. How about this weekend?"

'It’s Yinggong Tong!!'

"How’s Saturday? I’ll come over on Saturday!"

"Sunday’s no good?"

"Aww, I’m going to Linmen’s game expo on Sunday—it’s a huge event, super fun. Yinggong, do you want to come with me?"

"Hmm, I’ll think about it."

"No thinking allowed! Every time you say 'think about it,' nothing ever happens! I think Yaqiao and the President are going too—didn’t they tell you?"

"...Is that so."

'Crap, Yinggong Tong and You’an Lina are back!'

Yan Huan’s pupils shrank. He glanced at his phone—there had been a message in the group chat earlier, but he had it on silent and missed it.

Yinggong: "President, we'll be back soon to discuss the upcoming Club Wars with you."

The problem was, in his current... bulging state, he absolutely couldn’t let them see him. If anyone from the student council found out...

His career as Student Council President would probably be over.

Hiding in the restroom was his best option—he just needed to wait until Little Yan Huan calmed down.

But here was the problem: he had walked with Spencer straight to the corridor across from the student council office—and this corridor only had one path to the top floor’s restroom.

He’d have to loop back around through the corridor by the student council entrance.

Along the way, he would definitely run into Yinggong and You’an Lina coming up the stairs.

So his only option was—

Hide at the corridor entrance and wait until they entered the student council office and closed the door. Then, he could sneak into the restroom.

Yan Huan bent over, leaning against the wall as he stepped into a blind spot at the corner, pressing himself against the cold tiles to cool down.

'Be good, Classmate Niu, behave!'

But Classmate Niu was still acting on his own—the undischarged yang energy was unstoppable. He wouldn’t listen at all.

Wearing a Western-style dress, Yinggong Tong and the lively You’an Lina reached the top floor and quickly arrived at the office entrance.

Yinggong Tong raised her fair hand and knocked on the door, softly calling,

"President, we’re back."

"..."

No response.

You’an Lina tilted her head, looking at Yinggong Tong.

"Is the President not in the office?"

She gave a playful "heave-ho" and gently pulled the doorknob, opening the door to reveal an empty room.

"Really not here—maybe the President went to the restroom. Let’s wait for him to come back."

You’an Lina ran over and flopped onto the genuine leather sofa, but Yinggong Tong wasn’t as carefree.

Yinggong Tong, ever curious and always monitoring Yan Huan, wanted to get to the bottom of things—even if he had just gone to the restroom.

A glint flashed in her eyes. She didn’t even enter the office or close the door. Instead, a blurry image appeared before her.

[Room Barrier, activate!]

[View past surveillance footage.]

In the footage, Yan Huan was sitting at the desk, reviewing documents.

Then came loud knocking—just from the sound, it was clear someone was kicking the door.

*Dong! Dong! Dong!*

"Who is it?"

The President had said that.

"Me, Spencer."

'That person?!'

Yinggong Tong’s eyes narrowed as she watched Yan Huan stand and walk toward the door.

When the door opened—since the hallway wasn’t covered by the barrier—she couldn’t see Spencer’s face, only hear her irritating voice.

"I'm hereee, President~"

Even when addressing the President, that woman sounded disgusting—her tone always seemed to imply something more.

Sure enough, inside the office, Yan Huan showed a look of disgust.

Then, he turned around, glanced at the office, pointed outside, and said,

"Let’s talk out there."

"OK~"

'Talk outside?'

Yinggong Tong dismissed the blurry image, frowning as she looked out the door.

"So that means... right now, the President is alone with someone named Spencer?"

"Still not back yet?!"

"Yinggong, I wanna drink your black tea."

You'an Lina's voice pulled Yinggong Tong back to reality.

"Mm."

Frowning slightly, Yinggong Tong gave her a perfunctory response.

Seeing Yinggong Tong still standing at the door while she struggled to pour the tea, You'an Lina asked in confusion,

"Aren't you coming in?"

"I'm going to the restroom."

"Alright~ Hehe, Yinggong's black tea~"

Ignoring You'an Lina, Yinggong Tong quietly closed the student council door behind her and walked out.

Meanwhile, Yan Huan heard the door close and assumed they had all gone inside. Just as he was about to get up, Meow-chan beside him quickly stopped him.

"Don't move, Yan Huan! That Yinggong Tong is still outside, nya!"

(*) "Nya" is a Japanese onomatopoeia for "meow," often used by cat-like characters.

"Yinggong?"

Yan Huan sat back down. Squatting was just too uncomfortable.

At the same time, Yinggong Tong reached the corridor intersection.

A few steps forward and a turn to the right—that’s where Yan Huan was hiding. The left hallway led to An Le’s hiding spot, while the right led to the stairwell and restroom.

At that moment, the student council’s rooftop terrace felt like the calm before a storm.

Standing at the intersection, Yinggong Tong looked down and pulled out her phone.

She opened the Plane app, found Yan Huan's chat, and initiated a call.

(*) "Plane" may refer to a messaging or social media app within the story's universe.

Luckily, Yan Huan had thought ahead and set his phone to silent mode.

Sitting on the ground, the remnants of pleasure still lingered faintly. A bead of sweat slid down his forehead as he casually pressed the lock button.

He didn’t answer the call, nor did he hang up. He just let it ring.

*Beep... beep...*

Unable to reach him, Yinggong Tong grew increasingly anxious.

'That Spencer...'

'What could she be saying to the President?'

Turning abruptly, Yinggong Tong decided to check the restroom first. One of her two barriers this week had been set in the equipment room behind the gym.

(*) A "barrier" here likely refers to a magical or psychic defense mechanism.

Although she had a second one, it could only be used if the student council barrier was removed.

Unless absolutely necessary, she had no intention of doing that.

As she approached the restroom, Yinggong Tong softly called out,

"President? Are you in the restroom?"

On the other side, hearing her voice, Yan Huan let out a helpless smile and whispered to Meow-chan,

"As expected, she came looking for me."

"Nyaa~"

Meanwhile, An Le—the one who caused the mess—had also quickly hidden herself.

She had just seen Yan Huan staggering, barely able to stand, and couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

Crouching by the wall, hugging her knees, she frantically turned to Little Pinky beside her.

"W-What do I do? I-I didn’t mean for Xiaohuan to end up like this! I just..."

"..."

Little Pinky was completely speechless.

The original plan had been going smoothly—let her have a taste of sweetness, feel the thrill of using the modifier, then gradually increase the dosage.

Was there a flaw in the plan?

Absolutely not!!

But this idiot still managed to mess it all up.

'Damn it! I told you countless times to only give a little, and now look—you’ve filled up President Yan to the brim!'

'What were you even thinking?'

'Did you think you were playing one of your weird 18+ galgames?!'

(*) "Galgames" are Japanese dating simulation games, some of which may contain adult content.

'Now look! Because of this, An Le probably won’t use the modifier again anytime soon!'

'Ugh, why am I cursed with such a hopeless host?!'

And so, in that corner, two figures hid—

One was An Le, guilty enough to cry, and the other was Little Pinky, questioning its snake-like existence and on the verge of tears.

Just then, Yinggong Tong’s voice again echoed from the other side,

"President? Are you in the restroom?"

An Le, eyes brimming with tears, blinked and exchanged a look with the weeping Little Pinky.

Yinggong Tong called out once more, glanced around the empty surroundings, then stepped into the girls' restroom first.

Finding no one there, she squinted and walked directly into the boys’ restroom.

Normally, only student council members came to the rooftop. No one else ever did.

All the stalls were open. It was completely empty.

"..."

'He’s not in the restroom.'

Yinggong Tong walked back to the corridor intersection, her mind replaying the earlier scene.

She distinctly remembered Yan Huan pointing somewhere and saying, "Over there."

That meant their conversation likely happened on this floor.

If he wasn’t in the restroom, then—

Her sharp gaze swept toward the direction where Yan Huan was hiding. She lifted her foot and began walking that way.

"Yan Huan! She’s coming!"

Meow-chan, startled, quickly turned to warn him.

But as it turned, it saw Yan Huan with his eyes closed, chanting something under his breath.

"Frozen for eternity, all things still; heart calm, breath still, witness my divine self."

"What are you chanting, nya?"

Yan Huan opened his eyes, panting. Though a trace of lingering pleasure remained on his face, looking down, it seemed Classmate Niu had been spiritually released and converted to the mystic path.

(*) "Classmate Niu" may be a humorous euphemism or nickname for a body part.

He finally exhaled in relief and gave Meow-chan a weak smile.

"A mystical tool from my past-life abstinence training."

"..."

Meow-chan opened his little kitty mouth wide, unable to speak.

Yan Huan adjusted his clothes, then slowly stood up. His expression was fully composed, thanks to Perfect Expression Control.

(*) "Perfect Expression Control" may refer to a supernatural or game-like ability to maintain a neutral face.

And so, just as Yinggong Tong, frowning, came looking this way, she ran into Yan Huan turning the corner.

They bumped into each other. Yan Huan froze for a split second, then smiled and said,

"Yinggong."

"President?"

Yinggong Tong looked up at him. At close range, she noticed he was slightly out of breath, a fine sheen of sweat on his face.

'What... happened?'

Alarms blared in her mind, but she asked casually,

"Where did the President go just now? I called, but you didn’t answer."

"Ah... my phone?"

Yan Huan feigned ignorance, quickly pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and replied with mild regret,

"Sorry, I was busy with the study group and didn’t notice."

"Study group?"

Yinggong Tong glanced toward the hallway Yan Huan had come from. It was empty, with a few classrooms—maybe he had been in one of those.

But what mattered most was...

The President’s current condition...

Had he just exercised?

Why did he look a little tired... and a bit...

Unsatisfied?

Even with resistance, the lingering traces of pleasure on Yan Huan’s face hadn’t completely faded—something Yinggong Tong definitely noticed.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, a jolt ran through her.

'Unsatisfied?'

'What kind of thing would leave someone feeling unsatisfied?'

He had just gone out with Spencer. He seemed perfectly fine before... but now—what had happened?

"Huh?"

Yinggong Tong's mind went completely blank, but her heart began to tremble.

"President, is the study group issue related to that Spencer?"

"Spencer?"

Yan Huan was momentarily stunned, then replied,

"She did come by just now, but she left quickly."

But as soon as he said that, he felt something was off.

*Hiss*

'No, why does this sense of déjà vu feel even stronger?'

'Going out alone with the blonde... and when the protagonist arrives, he finds the heroine pretending to be fine after having been ravaged by pleasure.'

'Could that pleasure also be part of the blonde's modifier?!'

'But if that's true, then Spencer's modifier is way too powerful, isn't it?'

'It includes conscious-level manipulation, the ability to alter room rules, and now even this irresistible pleasure...'

'No, that seems unlikely.'

Yan Huan privately speculated that the power which attacked him earlier might have come from another modifier's host.

However, looking at the worried Yinggong Tong standing before him, he couldn’t help but become genuinely concerned about what kind of effect Spencer’s modifier might have on her.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said,

"I had a fight with her. That girl didn’t want to join the study group, and things ended on a sour note. I don’t really get along with her, so maybe it’s better to let Yaqiao handle it."

Hearing this, Yinggong Tong quickly spoke up,

"President, please let me help too. I’ll take responsibility for her."

"Mm, Yinggong, of course you can help. But I think it’s better if you take on some of the other tasks from me or Yaqiao instead."

"Why?"

Yan Huan smiled at her and explained,

"Even I got angry because of her. Yinggong, you’ll probably end up in a bad mood too—and I don’t want that for you."

"Eh?"

Yinggong Tong’s eyes widened slightly, then she quickly averted her gaze.

"What about Yaqiao? Won’t he get in a bad mood too?"

"Hm, that’s why I said let him help too. We’re both pretty easygoing. Since it’s a school-assigned task, we’ll just do our best. If You’an Lina were a bit more diligent, maybe she could even handle Spencer more effectively."

"Hehe."

Yinggong Tong covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Walking beside Yan Huan, she gradually closed the distance until they stood shoulder to shoulder, heading together toward the student council office.

"Maybe we could even let You’an Lina act as a backup."

"That’s true."

From down the corridor, faint voices of conversation drifted over.

An Le couldn’t resist lifting her head and stealing a glance in that direction.

What she saw was Yan Huan and Yinggong Tong—an attractive pair—talking and laughing together.

Xiaohuan looked at Yinggong Tong, his eyes seemingly full of her.

Yinggong Tong also covered her mouth and giggled, her shyness tinged with affection.

Tears welled up in An Le’s eyes as she stared silently at the picture-perfect couple.

*Hiss*

Beside her, Little Pinky flicked out its tongue, glanced at the scene, then turned toward the dazed An Le.

A sinister idea began to stir in its heart once again.

"Ah, looks like everything’s fine after all. Thanks to that Yinggong, even if he’s feeling down, as long as she’s around, it doesn’t matter."

"Eh?"

An Le turned to look at Little Pinky in surprise, only to see it clicking its tongue and sighing as it continued watching them.

"Didn’t see it with my own eyes before, but now that I have—yeah, they actually make a good match."

A good... match?

Xiaohuan and that Yinggong Tong...

An Le’s face turned pale, and a wave of inferiority surged through her heart. She felt like burying herself underground.

But Little Pinky’s voice came again at just the right moment,

"But hey, don’t lose heart. She doesn’t have your kind of superpower. Just don’t make the same mistake next time—make Xiaohuan happy, and you still have a real chance."

"R-really?"

An Le clung to its words like a lifeline, quickly turning to look at Little Pinky.

"Of course! Why would I lie to you? I already told you."

Little Pinky let out a sigh and looked at An Le.

In its crimson snake eyes, the reflection of An Le’s gradually twisted shadow appeared.

"You are the child of fate in this world."

"Do whatever you want."

[End of this chapter]

(*) Note for line 210: "Modifier" in this context refers to a supernatural or sci-fi ability that alters a person's traits or environment—commonly used in speculative fiction or "system" genres.