Restricted Fantasy Invasion

Chapter 19

In Yan Huan's eyes, what kind of person was Sakuramiya Hitomi? A traditional, serious yet understanding and incredibly gentle girl.

For the past six months, although she never said much, she had actually been taking good care of everyone.

She preferred quiet, had many refined hobbies, and was highly knowledgeable, giving her a maturity and poise that her peers lacked, making her a very easy friend to get along with.

In short, in Yan Huan's eyes, Sakuramiya Hitomi was truly a decent and respectable person.

If he hadn't already pretty much concluded that the current situation was related to the modifier, he would never have suspected her.

"If you ask me, hey, there's nothing wrong with Sakuramiya!"

Yan Huan really wanted to say it like Old Eight in "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy."

But the problem was, now that it was just the two of them alone, she was the most suspicious, followed by some possible unknown third party.

It couldn't possibly be Yan Huan himself who used the modifier, right?!

At this thought, Yan Huan clenched the slip of paper in his palm and slowly crumpled it.

Then, he smiled and looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi, who was not far away and seemed a bit wary and uneasy, and comforted her,

"It's probably just someone's prank. Don't worry, Sakuramiya, I'll call the school staff and have them let us out."

"Okay, President."

Yan Huan took out his phone and looked at the signal bars on the screen, which showed a red exclamation mark.

Though he was calm inside, he still showed a look of surprise on his face,

"No signal on the phone."

Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi quickly took out her phone too, frowned, and directly dialed the emergency number.

It wouldn't go through at all.

"...Even the emergency call won't connect, President, what should we do?"

Sakuramiya Hitomi looked even more uneasy now. Although she still maintained a calm expression, the slight trembling of her pale legs beneath her gym shorts betrayed her true feelings.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yan Huan withdrew his gaze, temporarily giving up on figuring out whether the person using the modifier was Sakuramiya Hitomi or the mysterious person, and instead started to examine his surroundings.

The equipment room was already an enclosed space, with only the main door and a single vent.

And in the corner of the equipment room, up on the ceiling, there was a security camera with a blinking green light.

Yan Huan walked over to the vent, peered through the grid-shaped opening, and looked outside, but all he could see was pitch-black darkness.

It was as if the whole space had been uprooted and thrown into some unknown other world, completely isolated from the outside.

A sealed space you can't leave unless you XX.

That really did sound like the usual style of those R-rated modifiers, but what about the modifier's actual effect?

Was it just to create a room, and then you couldn't leave unless you did certain things?

That sounds a bit too weak, doesn't it? It can't compare to the other two at all.

Bai Yi's Indifference and Ye Shiyu's Hypnosis were both extremely powerful, which made Yan Huan doubt that the mysterious person's modifier effect would be so simple.

If that's the case, all he could do was wait and see for now.

Yan Huan thought for a moment, sighed helplessly, and sat down on the yoga mat not far from Sakuramiya Hitomi.

Previously, Yan Huan had come up with two strategies to suppress the modifier. The first was: never let the host of the modifier have their way.

So if he didn't know what to do now, Yan Huan wouldn't even consider following the instructions on the slip of paper.

So, he gave Sakuramiya Hitomi a slight smile and suggested,

"Looks like we can't get out for now. Let's just wait here. There's still basketball class in the gym, and they'll have to return the equipment too. When they do, they'll open the door for us."

"Okay, President."

Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi, who was sitting on the mat hugging her knees, finally nodded and started waiting.

But in her deep eyes, a barely noticeable glint flashed by.

So the President still thinks this is just an ordinary prank...

Little did he know, the barrier had already completely separated this place from the real equipment room.

Even if people outside came to return equipment and opened the door, all they would see was another equipment room, not the two people trapped inside the barrier.

Sakuramiya Hitomi had tested this effect countless times in the student council office. Sometimes, when she didn't want to be discovered while checking the security cameras at school, she would do this.

Only when Sakuramiya Hitomi removed the barrier would this space reconnect with reality.

And now, the students from basketball class had already come to return the equipment.

A phantom light appeared before her eyes, as if she could sense someone entering the equipment room outside the barrier.

Then, after putting the basketballs back in their proper place, the student in charge of returning the equipment turned and left, closing the door behind them.

"Click."

So, what now, President?

He'll probably soon realize that no one is coming, and then start to consider what's on the slip of paper, right?

At that point, will you reveal the feelings hidden deep inside?

Maybe shyness, maybe nervousness, then you'll sneak a glance at me and tentatively ask...

Sakuramiya Hitomi thought excitedly, and inevitably glanced over at Yan Huan.

As she looked over, she saw Yan Huan leaning on the yoga mat, closing his eyes, and his breathing gradually becoming steady.

"?"

Asleep... Asleep?!

He actually fell asleep in this situation?!

Sakuramiya Hitomi's mouth hung slightly open, her heart shaken, and she tentatively called out,

"Pre-President?"

"..."

But there was no response at all.

Actually, Yan Huan wasn't really asleep.

No matter how sleepy he was today, there was no way he'd carelessly fall asleep knowing there was a modifier effect in play.

It was just that, under the current predicament, he could only go back to the first step and try to determine who the host of the modifier was.

He was testing whether the host was Sakuramiya Hitomi.

With his Perfect Expression Management ability, he could flawlessly act as if he were sleeping.

If Sakuramiya Hitomi was the host, she'd probably do something else after confirming he was asleep.

Whether it was using supernatural powers or doing something weird...

Any of that could break the stalemate.

However, he had truly underestimated Sakuramiya Hitomi.

Even after Yan Huan had apparently fallen asleep, she continued to act with the most natural reactions.

The uneasiness and anxiety in her heart gradually faded in the quiet room, especially after seeing Yan Huan fall into a deep sleep.

She took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and checked the screen from time to time, as if checking the time.

Just like that, more than ten minutes passed, and Sakuramiya Hitomi didn't make a single extra move, just waited for rescue.

As for why, even though she had the modifier, she still didn't use a more blatant effect and instead maintained her previous persona?

Sakuramiya Hitomi had her reasons too:

First, caution, of course.

Sakuramiya Hitomi's habit of hiding her true nature made her extremely sensitive to the possibility of "exposure." She absolutely didn't believe in the modifier's so-called "memory correction" and the like.

If the memory correction was rough, even if there was only a one-in-a-thousand chance someone might notice something was off, she thought the risk was too high.

So unless absolutely necessary, she would never use methods that directly affected consciousness, like adding new common sense.

Second, the reason she locked the two of them in here was to confirm whether Yan Huan had feelings for her.

If he didn't, maybe the close-quarters effect of this locked room and some intimate contact would spark something?

But if she altered his common sense, or even changed her own persona, then would the one who liked her still be Yan Huan, and would the one Yan Huan liked still be herself?

So, although she didn't notice Yan Huan's probing, she inadvertently played a perfect counter move.

"..."

More than ten minutes passed, and Sakuramiya Hitomi didn't show the slightest flaw, which actually made Yan Huan start to lose his composure.

Mainly because, if this kept up, he really would fall asleep.

He was already tired, and if he kept his eyes closed and acted relaxed like this, he might really fall into a deep sleep and, when he woke up, find himself stripped and tied up in some unknown basement.

So, he could only helplessly open his eyes.

He rubbed his brow with a sleepy look and sat up, glancing toward the door.

The door was still closed.

"No one's come yet? How long has it been, Sakuramiya?"

"It's been almost twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes?"

Yan Huan stood up in surprise and muttered,

"That can't be right. They finished class with us, so no matter what, they should have come to return the balls by now."

"And what's even stranger is, just now we shouted for help and pounded on the door. With all that noise, there's no way people outside didn't hear us."

"Could it be that we've run into a supernatural event?"

Yan Huan stroked his chin, deliberately steering the conversation toward the supernatural.

However, Sakuramiya Hitomi just sighed and said,

"President, please don't scare yourself. You have to believe in science."

"You're right, Sakuramiya, but is there any other explanation?"

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Sakuramiya Hitomi frowned slightly, as if she was genuinely considering this possibility.

Could it really not be Sakuramiya Hitomi?

But if you rule out Sakuramiya Hitomi, the only possibility Yan Huan could think of was really just that one.

If that mysterious person is truly so malicious, locking him and Sakuramiya together just to spy on them doing that kind of thing-

That would mean the modifier's desire is related to voyeurism. So, how in the world is he supposed to find the host if that person is hiding?

And what if, if the two of them don't do it, that person really will lock them in here until they die?

Yan Huan's expression turned a bit ugly, but he still forced himself to stay strong and looked around the equipment room.

The narrow vent couldn't provide proper air circulation at all, making the air in the equipment room feel rather stuffy.

A pleasant scent of a girl's body wafted over, intertwining with the faint sweat on Yan Huan, and invisibly drew their gazes to collide.

The temperature seemed to be gradually rising.

Yan Huan took a deep breath and turned to walk further into the equipment room.

Seeing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi hurriedly reached out to protect herself, leaning her body back slightly,

"Wh-what's wrong, President?"

"Looking for a way out."

But Yan Huan just walked past her and started searching among the various pieces of equipment inside.

Then, he actually came back with a shot put.

"Step back a bit, Sakuramiya."

"Okay."

Sakuramiya Hitomi got up and ran aside, watching Yan Huan begin to frantically smash the door with all sorts of equipment.

In an instant, the whole room sounded like a demolition crew at work, with all kinds of loud noises one after another. Shot put, useless; javelin, useless; barbell, useless.

That door was really like a wall of copper and iron, not budging an inch.

Even the lock was like Captain America's vibranium, able to deform a dumbbell but not itself.

There was absolutely no way to get out by brute force.

Both Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi had this thought in their minds-one as the seeker, the other as the mastermind.

And as the mastermind, standing behind Yan Huan, Sakuramiya Hitomi couldn't help but wonder:

The President is so determined to break out-has he really not considered just following the slip of paper?

Her own performance was fine, perfectly matching her usual persona.

But she hadn't expected the President to be such a gentleman, to the point that he hadn't even looked at her.

A President like this-she liked him.

But, didn't this also mean she had no attraction to the President at all?!

Could it be that her appearance had no charm whatsoever?

In fifteen years of life, this was the first time Sakuramiya Hitomi had lost confidence in her looks.

But then she thought again and felt that couldn't be right, which led her to another possibility.

Could it be that the President just isn't interested in petite girls?

Maybe he likes the tall, big-sister type instead?

Ah, so that's why he treats that Ye Shiyu so specially.

As Sakuramiya Hitomi thought about it, the light in her eyes gradually faded.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, her body-more specifically, her lower abdomen-

Suddenly developed the urge to pee.

She suddenly kind of wanted to go to the bathroom.

Sakuramiya Hitomi clutched her lower abdomen, and the perfectly performed expression on her face instantly showed a tiny crack.

So, the whole sealed equipment room fell into this bizarre, pitch-black stalemate.

Yan Huan, who kept probing and observing but couldn't find the host, and whose attempts to break down the door were completely fruitless.

Right now, he felt like he'd hit a Waterloo on the road to solving the modifier, and fell into self-doubt.

Sakuramiya Hitomi, whose acting was flawless and who was attracted to the gentlemanly President.

But because Yan Huan didn't even look at her, and she had a bit of a physical problem to solve, she too was growing anxious.

Who would win or lose between Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi today?

At that moment, Yan Huan turned his head and looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi behind him, only to see her clutching her lower abdomen, her face a bit pale.

Not feeling well?

Oh, that's right, this week...

He was slightly taken aback, suddenly remembering that Sakuramiya Hitomi seemed to be on her period today.

"Are you okay, Sakuramiya?"

Sensing Yan Huan's gaze, Sakuramiya Hitomi thought she'd let something slip, so she hurriedly forced herself to maintain her persona.

So on the outside, she looked even more like she was toughing it out.

Her face was pale, her eyes blinked unnaturally, and her breathing started to quicken.

But she still stood up straight, staying on guard to drive away the unease in her heart,

"I'm fine, President. Let's think of another way to see if we can get out."

Seeing her like that, Yan Huan actually felt a bit sorry for her.

All right, unknown modifier host, you're ruthless.

Yan Huan took a deep breath, then looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi and finally gave in,

"Sakuramiya, it's a bit abrupt, but... why don't we try the method on that slip of paper? See if we can get out."

"Eh?"

T-there's really such a good thing?

Sakuramiya Hitomi blinked, a little happy inside, but the torturous feeling in her lower abdomen immediately surged up again.

Wait a second.

She suddenly remembered that earlier, worried she wouldn't be able to spark things, she'd deliberately set the time a bit long.

Ten minutes holding hands, ten minutes hugging, ten minutes kissing-

If they did each thing one by one, wouldn't that be half an hour!?

Wouldn't she...

Why did you just space out in volleyball class, Sakuramiya Hitomi?!

Why didn't you go to the bathroom beforehand?

But looking at the handsome boy in front of her, with hesitation on his face, as if he'd struggled for a long time before tentatively bringing it up-

And his eyes seemed to dodge a little. Could it be-

He's shy?

A President like this is really cute.

No... whatever, even if I have to hold it, I'll hold it until then!

If it really gets bad, I'll secretly cut the time short, and if I really can't hold it, I'll end the barrier early.

On the surface, Sakuramiya Hitomi pursed her lips, seeming a little hesitant.

But looking at the surroundings, she also took a deep breath and her gaze firmed up.

Then, she lowered her head a bit and said to Yan Huan,

"Okay... if there's no other way, then let's try it. After we get out, we absolutely, absolutely have to check the security footage and see who dared to do this."

Security footage?

Right, this place does have security cameras.

Yan Huan blinked and suddenly looked over at the corner, where a security camera with its light on was watching this sealed space.

That modifier host was probably watching the scene inside through the security camera, too.

What a complete pervert.

Yan Huan took a deep breath, then walked over to Sakuramiya Hitomi.

Sakuramiya Hitomi's pupils shrank, and her breathing inevitably hitched.

In the thick air, she only felt a mountain of heat and masculinity crash into her.

She didn't dare look up, because the tall figure had completely covered her petite frame.

At one meter fifty-eight, she barely reached Yan Huan's chest, and would have to look up to see his face.

"...Sorry, Sakuramiya," Yan Huan said.

No... don't apologize, President.

Sakuramiya Hitomi's eyes trembled slightly, while Yan Huan had already raised his hand and gently held Sakuramiya Hitomi's hand.

His burning, large hand wrapped around her icy-cold, incredibly soft little hand. In that instant, Sakuramiya Hitomi's world seemed to go quiet.

She opened her mouth, her heartbeat gradually quickening.

But on the surface, she still had to pretend to be generous and unconcerned.

She could fake her expression, but that faint blush on her cheeks was a physiological reaction she couldn't control.

"...Is this good enough?"

But Yan Huan raised the hand he was holding a bit higher, aiming it at the security camera over there, and said coldly.

Eh?

Does the President think someone else is watching through the security camera?

With her arm raised, Sakuramiya Hitomi blinked, but still followed Yan Huan's gaze to look at the security camera.

Then, they lowered their arms again.

Ten minutes.

Sakuramiya Hitomi took a deep breath, and the comfort of having her hand held actually suppressed the discomfort in her lower abdomen at this moment.

And, becoming greedy, she now looked forward even more to the upcoming hug and kiss.

"President, maybe we can do the actions together, that way, the time can be a bit shorter."

Maintaining a calm appearance, Sakuramiya Hitomi analyzed this to Yan Huan.

Of course Yan Huan knew that would shorten the time a little. He smiled faintly and said,

"I'm just worried you might not be used to it, Sakuramiya."

"Mm, a little, so maybe we can start with a hug first. As for the next part... I... I'm not ready yet."

"I see, okay."

Now that it had come to this, and Sakuramiya looked like she was making a big sacrifice, Yan Huan didn't push it any further.

He gently pulled Sakuramiya into his arms, but it felt more like a polite, formal hug.

They just leaned in slightly, but there was still a wide distance between them.

This, this, this...

Does this even count as a hug?

Feeling a bit disappointed, Sakuramiya puffed out her cheeks quietly, and just then, the sound of papers fluttering suddenly came from behind the door.

And as if she wasn't at all attached to the hug, she patted Yan Huan's back and said,

"President, something just came in from behind again!"

Oh?

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes, let go of Sakuramiya Hitomi, and walked to the door to pick up the papers on the ground.

Written on them was,

[A hug doesn't count, make it tighter.]

Sakuramiya Hitomi was slightly stunned and looked at Yan Huan, while Yan Huan was already speechless at that guy's twisted sense of humor.

Just you wait, if I ever find out who in this whole school has this kind of kink, I'll make sure everyone knows your name.

Yan Huan turned his head to look at Sakuramiya Hitomi, as if seeking her opinion: "Is that okay?"

Sakuramiya Hitomi pressed her lips together, but still gave a barely noticeable nod.

Then she opened her arms a little toward Yan Huan.

"Sorry."

Yan Huan apologized again, and Sakuramiya Hitomi's gaze dodged once more.

Don't apologize...

Yan Huan's apology made Sakuramiya Hitomi, who had orchestrated all this, feel a bit embarrassed, that mix of guilt and nervousness slowly blending together

But in the end, it turned into excitement, as she looked forward to him coming closer and hugging her.

Yan Huan took a deep breath, opened his arms, and gently pulled the petite Sakuramiya Hitomi into his embrace.

The gentle hug gradually deepened, making Sakuramiya Hitomi, buried in his arms, grow more and more dazed.

Kiss.

She wanted a kiss.

That's what she thought.

But just as she was plotting the next step, greedily savoring the hug...

The tightly closed door was suddenly smashed open with a bang.

"Bang!!"

Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi both froze at the same time.

But it wasn't just the tightly closed equipment room door that was smashed open.

"Crack crack crack crack!"

At the same time, Sakuramiya Hitomi's barrier actually shattered directly, crashing to the floor, causing the surroundings to merge with reality.

Yan Huan's head throbbed slightly. When the barrier broke, the memories of what had just happened tried to slip away like running water, but were blocked by the modifier's resistance, letting him remember everything.

"Hiss!"

He sucked in a cold breath, hurriedly let go of Sakuramiya Hitomi in his arms, and turned to look behind him.

"The door opened? But we haven't kissed yet."

That's what he thought to himself.

Separated from Yan Huan's embrace, Sakuramiya Hitomi felt reluctant, and quickly looked toward the door in disbelief, her gaze as murderous as if she'd just killed someone.

And there, at the door, in the light streaming in, a girl in a tracksuit, with long golden hair like a lion's mane, was furiously retracting her outstretched leg.

Just now, it was she who had kicked the door open.

And in doing so, she'd even shattered the barrier Sakuramiya had secretly set up.

Sakuramiya Hitomi had never expected her barrier would actually break.

Anyone else who pushed open the door should have just seen another equipment room-so how did that girl touch the barrier, and even kick through it?

However, no matter how many thoughts swirled inside, Sakuramiya Hitomi didn't show any of it. Instead, she clutched her head, looking deeply pained.

"So annoying! I told you, don't lock the door when someone hasn't returned the ball yet... Huh, there are people inside?"

The girl apparently hadn't realized anyone was in the equipment room, so she paused in surprise.

Then she looked at the boy and girl in the room-a particularly familiar, handsome young man, and a girl clutching her head, looking completely confused.

What's going on here?

Oh~

The golden-haired girl-no, today's new transfer student, Aria Spencer-instantly understood, and quickly showed a knowing, wicked grin.

Then, she silently took out her phone from her pocket.

She was actually getting ready to take a picture!

(End of this chapter)