President, you wouldn't want this photo getting out, would you?

"Click!"

As Spencer's finger lightly touched the screen, the shutter sounded, and her phone captured the murky scene inside the equipment room.

Before her, Hitomi Sakuramiya's black hair had become slightly disheveled from that deep embrace.

Her clothes were askew, and she crouched on the floor, clutching her head as though she, too, had a terrible headache.

Right in front of her, Yan Huan covered his head with one hand, concealing half his face.

Between the loose strands of his hair, his eyes looked somewhat unfocused from the intense headache just now.

The scene carried a rather indescribable air of intimacy.

Still suffering a slight headache, Yan Huan looked at the Blond Hair girl before him, and the memory of meeting her over the weekend instantly flooded back.

He suddenly remembered that keychain that had seemed to be pulled by a supernatural force, and then how Hitomi Sakuramiya and he had been attacked again today.

This girl was definitely a Modifier host!

"Hey!"

At that thought, Yan Huan quickly spoke up to stop her from taking pictures.

Meanwhile, Spencer looked at the photo of Yan Huan and Hitomi Sakuramiya captured on her phone's screen.

Her gaze lingered briefly on the handsome boy's somewhat discomposed expression, and her smile grew even more wicked.

Like a little devil, she revealed a pointed canine.

Hearing Yan Huan's voice, she showed no restraint at all. She merely put her phone away and tossed in the basketball she was holding, counting that as returning it.

"Ah, sorry for interrupting your fun. I'll leave you to it."

With that, she actually turned and ran away.

Yan Huan lifted a leg to give chase, but then remembered something and hurriedly turned to Hitomi Sakuramiya behind him, who was holding her head and looking very uncomfortable.

He went over to Hitomi Sakuramiya first, unsure whether the Blond Hair girl's Modifier would leave any strange aftereffects.

After all, even with his resistance, his head had hurt so badly. He did not know how Hitomi Sakuramiya felt.

"Sakuramiya, are you okay?"

What Yan Huan did not know, however, was that his headache had occurred precisely because his Modifier was resisting the loss of his memories.

In fact, Hitomi Sakuramiya had no headache whatsoever. She had merely been secretly observing the Blond Hair girl who could shatter her barrier.

Hitomi Sakuramiya was already extremely cautious from years of keeping up her disguise. Now that her barrier could actually be shattered, the alarm bells in her heart rang even louder.

Although she did not know exactly what had happened, keeping a low profile was definitely the right choice!

She secretly swore that from now on, unless there was a one hundred percent chance she would not be exposed, she would never use this ability in front of others.

And so, her acting became even more natural.

"I... I'm fine. What just happened? Weren't we here to return the equipment? Why did we suddenly..."

Seeing that Hitomi Sakuramiya had also lost her memories, Yan Huan became even more certain that the Blond Hair girl had been behind it.

He shook his head and said,

"I'm not sure what happened either. I just remember that we seemed to have been locked in. That girl just now must have been behind it. I'll chase her down and bring her back."

"Huh? Wait, President-"

Hitomi Sakuramiya instinctively tried to stop Yan Huan.

If that girl could even shatter her barrier, was it possible that she had something unusual about her as well?

And the president knew nothing. If she harbored malicious intentions and did something to him...

Wouldn't the president be completely unable to resist, and then get...

No, no, no!

At that thought, Hitomi Sakuramiya hurriedly urged him,

"Let's find security first, President. That girl was wearing sportswear. She's a student here, so she can't get away."

"No, Sakuramiya, you go notify security and explain the situation. She just took a photo of us. I don't mind, but it would be a lot of trouble for you if you got dragged into something like this, wouldn't it?"

But Yan Huan shook his head in refusal. Looking at Hitomi Sakuramiya, he reminded her,

"What if she transfers that photo somewhere else while we're finding security, then claims she never took it or already deleted it?"

At his words, Hitomi Sakuramiya's body suddenly stiffened.

He was right. Her reputation was not hers alone.

Her family, who were involved in politics back in her homeland, placed great importance on such things. Even crossing the ocean alone to study abroad did not change her surname.

If that photo leaked onto the internet and her family found out...

The consequences would be unimaginable.

After spending half a year with Hitomi Sakuramiya and visiting her home in Linmen, Yan Huan did at least know something about her.

Besides, Yan Huan was going to deal with something related to Modifiers in the first place. He did not want to drag an innocent person like Hitomi Sakuramiya into it.

Both of these excellent actors were thinking about the supernatural matter of Modifiers, and neither wanted the other to be affected by one.

So at that moment, they spoke almost simultaneously.

"I'll bring her back soon. Hurry and notify security, Sakuramiya."

"I'll come with you, President."

But Yan Huan still shook his head and said,

"I can go alone. You're not feeling well, Sakuramiya. I won't catch her with you along."

With that, Yan Huan turned and left.

"I..."

Hitomi Sakuramiya opened her mouth and instinctively reached out, trying to stop Yan Huan from leaving.

For some reason, her intuition told her that if she let the president go find that girl alone...

Something very bad would probably happen!

She gritted her teeth and stood up, but her frail constitution meant that even standing after crouching for a little while made her dizzy.

Besides, she really wanted to use the restroom.

Clutching her head, Hitomi Sakuramiya walked out with a troubled expression, still wanting to call Yan Huan back.

But when she looked outside, Yan Huan had chased the girl somewhere unknown and was already completely out of sight.

"Meow-chan!"

"Meow?"

Outside the gymnasium, Yan Huan sprinted while calling Meow-chan's name in his mind.

A black cat instantly answered his call, leaping out of the nearby bushes.

Running alongside him, the cat looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong, meow?"

"I found the third Modifier host! She's a student at our school! The one who made Ye Shiyu drop her keychain over the weekend. She just attacked me and someone else with her Modifier! Meow-chan, tell me where she is now!"

Running alongside Yan Huan on four padded paws, Meow-chan understood immediately. Having sniffed the girl's scent just that weekend, the cat twitched its nose and ran in a certain direction.

"This way!"

With Meow-chan leading the way, Yan Huan soon reached the classroom building.

Classes had ended nearly half an hour ago. Some students had already left school, while the others who remained had gone to the activities building for their clubs.

As a result, the classroom building was deserted.

Meow-chan led Yan Huan at a jog, finally stopping outside a room and turning to look at him.

"Right here, meow!"

"Here..."

Yan Huan looked up at the room before him, seeming somewhat hesitant.

The sign on the door stated the room's purpose:

"Girls' changing room."

Fortunately, there probably would not be anyone else inside at this hour.

Yan Huan glanced at the open changing room door, only to see that its lock had also been broken. He could seemingly still make out where she had kicked the door.

She had entered the changing room by kicking the door open as well.

Like the equipment room, the changing room was locked once classes ended for the day.

She had arrived a full half hour late to return the ball and change, so naturally she had been locked out.

An ordinary person who found the door locked would either leave and return the ball tomorrow, or, if it was more urgent, find a staff member to unlock it.

Only this girl had kicked open two doors in succession, offering quite a glimpse of her personality.

This was a girl with an extremely nasty disposition.

"Meow-chan, I'll go in and take a look. Remember to hide yourself."

"Meow~"

Yan Huan did not back down, striding inside without fear.

First, that photo of Hitomi Sakuramiya and him really could not be allowed to spread. He had to make her delete it immediately.

Second, while his early-stage resistance could still withstand most of its effects, he had to learn about the Modifier's effects and its host's desires as quickly as possible.

Retreating was useless. If he did not suppress her early on, was he supposed to wait for her to develop and dominate the worldline later?

Entering the girls' changing room and rounding a corner, he found a spacious interior divided by rows of lockers.

The spaces between the lockers formed corridors.

It was utterly quiet all around. If not for the broken lock at the entrance, Yan Huan really would have questioned whether anyone was actually inside.

Thud.

Just as he was surveying the interior, the sound of something falling to the floor caught his attention.

He turned and saw a water bottle rolling across the floor.

A water bottle? Is she over there?

Just as he was about to head over, a fair-skinned arm suddenly shot out from a corridor to the side.

Bang!

It slammed against the locker beside him, blocking his path.

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the blonde girl before him, who wore a wicked smile.

Spencer smiled, a white canine extending past her upper lip and immediately catching his eye.

"You actually followed me into the girls' changing room. Pretty bold..."

She had just changed into a fitted white printed T-shirt and black athletic shorts, displaying her voluptuous figure.

At this distance, Yan Huan could even see the outline of her underwear.

She had not yet put on her socks or shoes and stood barefoot before Yan Huan.

She seemed to be trying to pin Yan Huan against the lockers with her arm, judging by the wicked, teasing smile on her face.

But because she was somewhat shorter than Yan Huan, she could only tilt her head up to look at him, making him seem thoroughly composed instead.

He looked down at the girl with fluffy Blond Hair, just as cold as he had been over the weekend, and asked only,

"Where's your phone?"

"What phone?"

"The phone you just took that photo with."

Hearing this, Spencer suddenly tilted her head slightly.

A few strands of Blond Hair fell across her forehead, settling against her striking, aggressively beautiful face.

Amusement lingered in her blue eyes, a frightening light shining through the gaps in her Blond Hair.

It was like adding tequila to lemonade, lending the atmosphere a faintly tipsy haze.

Though they were indoors, at that instant her Blond Hair seemed to reflect sunlight, becoming somewhat dazzling.

"Yeah, I took it. So what?"

An unidentified ripple emanated from the girl, silently enveloping Yan Huan without him noticing at all.

He merely felt, all of a sudden, that the girl before him seemed a little taller, and her wicked smile looked even more irritating.

Even the sound of her voice at that moment was repulsive.

"Is that photo important to you?"

"That photo, to me..."

Although he felt disgust toward the nasty girl before him, it was as though his heart could put up no defenses, compelling him to speak the truth.

All his defenses and maneuvering seemed to dissolve invisibly, quickly alerting Yan Huan that something was wrong.

The girl's Modifier could affect the mind!

Without his resistance, he could already imagine what words would spill from his undefended heart.

That photo isn't important to me, but it's important to Sakuramiya.

Whatever it takes, hurry up and delete that photo.

For Sakuramiya, as long as I can get her to delete the photo, I'll do anything...

Yan Huan was profoundly shaken. Thanks to his resistance, he could calmly examine the other part of his mind affected by the Modifier, as though he were a spectator.

His mind was in an extremely contradictory state.

He was utterly disgusted by the girl before him, yet for some reason he had become somewhat weak, as though he could not resist her aggression.

At the same time, he had strangely developed feelings for Sakuramiya beyond friendship, as though he could give up anything for her...

This bizarre state of mind quickly brought a certain strange counterpart to Yan Huan's mind, leaving him somewhat incredulous beneath his expressionless mask.

No way. Could this girl's Modifier be...

Although she had not clearly heard what Yan Huan was about to say, the wickedness on the girl's face did not diminish in the slightest.

She took a step back and pulled out her phone, its screen displaying the photo she had just taken.

"You acted so gentle in front of your girlfriend over the weekend, yet it's only Monday and you're already fooling around with another girl in the equipment room. And I was wondering why you looked so familiar. You're Totsuki Academy's famous President Yan Huan, aren't you?

"What would happen if this photo got posted? What would happen to the reputation of that vice president in the picture, the one named... oh, 'Hitomi Sakuramiya'? Oh dear, I really couldn't bear to do that..."

Spencer lifted her head and, almost as a matter of course, spoke the words Yan Huan had expected.

She looked at Yan Huan excitedly and threatened him, phone in hand.

"President Yan, you wouldn't want this photo getting out, would you?"

"."

Gah!!

Run, there's a homewrecker!!!

Yan Huan was horrified inwardly.

As he looked at the Blond Hair girl before him, her dashing features and exceptionally voluptuous figure were gradually heading in some very familiar directions.

Back when he read related works, Yan Huan often saw this saying:

Ordinary people identified with the blond homewrecker, a few identified with the cuckold.

And gods generally identified with the heroine.

Now, Yan Huan rather wanted to write a book:

"On why Yan Huan is a god?"

He finally had a rough idea of what her Modifier did. The words welling up in his mind offered a glimpse of it.

But she probably had abilities besides influencing thoughts. Otherwise, how had that sealed room earlier been constructed?

The problem was that he couldn't reveal his resistance. He couldn't let her realize the Modifier hadn't worked.

So he still had to speak in accordance with the effects the Modifier produced.

Fortunately, the girl before him didn't know that he and Sakuramiya were only friends.

Sakuramiya didn't like him, and he had no improper designs on her either. Naturally, that meant the girl before him hadn't actually cuckolded Sakuramiya.

At that thought, Yan Huan had a clear idea of what to do.

Then let's get to work, Yan Huan.

Perfect facial expression control, activate!

The disgust on his face toward the girl before him grew more obvious. Anger, coldness, and concern for a certain girl mingled, making his expression somewhat complicated.

Just seeing that expression on his face made the excitement on Spencer's face impossible to suppress.

Yes, President. Only an expression like that means you belong to someone else.

And only then will taking you mean even more!

Spencer licked her lips and waited for his reply.

"."

After a brief moment of thought, Yan Huan's icy expression finally gave way to a sigh.

He shot Spencer a sidelong glance and only asked,

"...What do I have to do for you to delete that photo of Sakuramiya?"

The wickedness on Spencer's face intensified, as though her excitement had reached its peak.

Yet the next second, it suddenly turned into blank confusion.

Right, what should I make him do?

Deep down, Spencer actually had a vague answer.

Over the weekend, Spencer had personally seen Yan Huan give Ye Shiyu such a patient smile. That was it. She wanted to snatch that away.

But was a smile all she wanted?

No, she instinctively felt that wasn't it.

She knew something precious lay beneath that smile.

She was just a little too stupid to sum up what it was right away.

Naturally, she couldn't make any specific demands of Yan Huan at the moment either.

She rubbed her chin and racked her brains for quite a while.

But perhaps thinking really was too strenuous, because she actually managed to irritate herself doing it.

"Ugh, I haven't thought of anything yet. I'll tell you when I do."

With no other solution, she gave up and said that, then turned to leave.

But how could Yan Huan let her go? He hurriedly grabbed her wrist.

Spencer's face instantly darkened, veins bulging on her hand as she teetered on the verge of exploding like an enraged lion.

"What are you doing?!"

In that instant, Yan Huan even felt as though he were holding an actual lion!

The girl before him was incredibly strong!

But Yan Huan reacted quickly. Rather than insisting on holding her back, he moved closer just before she could break free.

Bang!

Copying her, he slapped a hand against the cabinet behind her with a loud crash, blocking her escape.

He actually...

He actually dared to pin me against the wall instead?!

Spencer tilted her head up. With their height difference, she had to do so to see Yan Huan's face.

His expression cold, Yan Huan told her in a low voice,

"Hold it right there... I don't even know your name or what class you're in, and you think you can just leave?"

"Oh? And what if I insist on leaving?"

Spencer particularly liked answering questions with questions when she was angry.

When Yan Huan stopped her, he actually already had a rough guess about what she desired.

Whenever he mentioned Hitomi Sakuramiya, her expression became very excited.

Spencer's expressions gave her away plainly. Whatever she was thinking was basically written on her face.

For instance, she was bristling and sneering right now, which meant she was angry.

So Yan Huan had to exploit her obvious reactions to Hitomi Sakuramiya and get her to delete the photo first.

Yan Huan looked at Spencer, his face full of coldness and disgust, yet his gaze still shifted aside as he said,

"The girl you saw over the weekend wasn't my girlfriend. She's my older sister. Sakuramiya is the only one I like.

"Delete that photo with Sakuramiya in it, and I'll agree to one condition. If you don't, and Sakuramiya suffers because of it, I swear I won't let this go!"

Sure enough, as Spencer listened, the fury on her face gradually faded, replaced once again by excitement.

Because the more Yan Huan showed he liked Hitomi Sakuramiya, the greater her desire and pleasure in taking him became.

When she heard that Yan Huan liked only Hitomi Sakuramiya, that he hadn't cheated and was instead utterly devoted, she grew even more impatient.

Quick, serve him up! A man so devoted to one person, belonging to one person!

Spencer softened her tone and was no longer so angry.

"No. What if you go back on your word after I delete it?"

Yan Huan had guessed correctly. This really did work.

"...Take a photo of me instead. I'm in the girls' changing room right now, aren't I? Once I fulfill your condition, delete that photo too."

Yan Huan hesitated a little, seemingly over his reputation.

But that hesitation became so insignificant beside his feelings for Sakuramiya.

He seemed to have decided to offer himself in exchange for the photo of Hitomi Sakuramiya.

"As long as you don't let Sakuramiya know..."

At the end, Yan Huan added that emphasis.

"...All right, it's a deal. By the way, my name is Aria Spencer. I just transferred into Class 1-C."

Spencer could no longer suppress her smile at all. She lightly raised her phone and first took a photo of Yan Huan standing before her.

Then, in front of Yan Huan, she deleted the earlier photo.

"Delete it from Recently Deleted too."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say, President Yan."

"What about the cloud? Is it saved there?"

"No. Say, do you really like that Sakuramiya so much?"

Yan Huan couldn't be bothered to respond, but after seeing every possible place the photo could be stored ruled out, he seemed to finally sigh in relief.

And in Spencer's eyes, that succession of questions and final sigh of relief already constituted the model answer.

She waved a hand in satisfaction, letting Yan Huan leave.

She herself sat down to one side and tilted her toes up, preparing to put on her white socks.

Yan Huan couldn't even be bothered to look at her and turned to leave.

Inwardly, however, he seemed to have formed a basic impression of this girl named "Aria Spencer."

This girl doesn't seem very smart.

He didn't actually care if she leaked his photo. There were far too many ways to defend and explain himself, and Sakuramiya knew the inside story too.

Besides, Yan Huan wasn't planning to let her leak the photo anyway. He still intended to use this so-called condition to work on getting Modifier fragments to drop.

Not only had he learned more about that Modifier's effects, he had also successfully gotten her to delete Sakuramiya's photo.

Thinking about it, that's two wins at no cost!

Spencer left disappointed, without taking so much as a wisp of cloud.

"President!"

After leaving the changing room, Yan Huan headed out of the school building and happened to run into Hitomi Sakuramiya, who had taken the security guards on a circuit outside.

Upon seeing Yan Huan, Hitomi Sakuramiya hurried over and asked with concern,

"How did it go, President?"

"Ah, I found her. She deleted the photo in front of me."

"She deleted it?"

Hitomi Sakuramiya found that a little hard to believe.

That girl who could kick her barrier apart had deleted the photo just like that?

Of course, it wasn't that Hitomi Sakuramiya didn't believe Yan Huan. Since he had said so, the photo probably really had been deleted. She was just worried the other girl had done something without Yan Huan knowing.

Just like she herself had.

"Then..."

Just as Hitomi Sakuramiya was about to ask more, Spencer finished changing her shoes and came out of the school building behind them with a wicked grin.

When she saw Yan Huan and Hitomi Sakuramiya, especially Hitomi Sakuramiya, the smile on her face deepened.

That smile sent an inexplicable chill through Hitomi Sakuramiya.

Spencer walked over beside Yan Huan and glanced at him, finding that he was ignoring her.

She didn't mind, though, and simply looked at Hitomi Sakuramiya as she said,

"Don't worry. I followed the president's orders and deleted the photo. Sorry, I didn't mean it, Vice President Sakuramiya."

She put a little extra emphasis on "Vice President Sakuramiya."

Yet Hitomi Sakuramiya merely looked at her coldly, watching that loathsome smile on Spencer's face.

A second later, she suddenly turned her head and pointed expressionlessly at Spencer, telling the security guards beside her,

"That's her. She kicked down the gym equipment room door."

"Come with us, young lady. We'll have to call your parents."

Spencer's expression briefly froze as she watched several security guards surround her.

She hurriedly looked at Yan Huan beside her, seemingly asking for help.

"President Yan?"

Yet Yan Huan merely gave a lazy yawn and pretended not to see, allowing the security staff to forcibly escort her away.

"Hey, can't I just pay for it?!"

"There's no need to take me wherever you're taking me, right? And you're even calling my parents?"

"Hey!! Are you even listening to me?!"

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