Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 51

"Xiaohuan, let's play house, okay?"

Yan Huan turned to look at the petite, adorable black-haired girl behind him.

Her round little face still held traces of baby fat, and her big eyes sparkled like they were brimming with water.

"Xiaohuan will be the dad, and I'll be the mom!"

At that moment, the summer breeze rustled through the greenery of the southern district, casting dappled light across the playground sandbox.

On the slide beside it, Yan Huan looked at An Le with a touch of helplessness.

But sensing the sincere hope in her eyes, he eventually nodded.

"Alright, just for a little while."

"Yay!"

An Le raised her little fists in triumph and giggled, looking at Yan Huan with innocent delight.

"Xiaohuan hubby, you've worked so hard. Do you want something yummy?"

*...*

Hearing that, Yan Huan cupped his chin, a strange sense of joy welling up inside him.

He had only agreed to play house to appease his childish childhood friend, but when he saw the silly-happy An Le, he couldn’t help but go along with it.

"Not hard at all. But what delicious things do we have at home? You spent all your pocket money buying me chocolate before—I told you not to waste it."

At his words, An Le just blinked at him.

*...*

She didn’t say a word, but the look on her face made her seem wronged.

That was just how An Le was.

Even when she felt upset or wronged, she never said it aloud.

At most, she would go quiet—but Yan Huan could always tell how she felt.

Seeing her watery eyes, Yan Huan sighed and couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Alright, alright, we’ll still buy it next time. We’ll share it together, so don’t look so sad, An Le."

"It’s not because of that..."

An Le lowered her head, rubbing her clothes with her small hands. After some hesitation, she pouted and spoke softly.

"You're the dad, and I’m the mom. I called you Xiaohuan hubby, so shouldn’t you call me An Le wifey too? But you never do..."

Upon hearing that, Yan Huan blinked and looked at her sitting beside him on the slide.

He opened his mouth, amused by her words.

He reached out to ruffle her hair. Though it got a little messy, she didn’t resist—just turned toward him in confusion.

And then, she saw him smile helplessly and say,

"An Le... wifey?"

Honestly, it was kind of embarrassing.

But then again, kids say the darndest things—especially when they’re alone like this, innocent and carefree.

Words that might embarrass someone from another world sounded sweet as sugar to the one hearing them now.

An Le's eyes lit up at Yan Huan’s words. She gave him a sweet, satisfied smile, her legs swinging happily off the edge of the slide.

"Mhm!"

"Are you really that happy?"

Watching her giggle continuously, Yan Huan couldn’t help but wonder.

But he didn’t interrupt—he just turned his head away.

*Phew...*

Just as he turned his head, he suddenly felt the soft touch of lips pecking his left cheek.

Yan Huan froze, touching his face in disbelief, feeling the lingering warmth.

He turned to look at An Le.

Her little face was slightly red, but her smile was radiant as ever.

The summer sunlight was too bright, making her look like she was glowing.

"Xiaohuan hubby, you're the best."

"I love Xiaohuan hubby the most, the most!"

The memory of being kissed by his childhood sweetheart years ago struck Yan Huan like lightning—it was a joy long buried, now vividly real again.

Not only that, but all the happiness he’d ever experienced surged through him at once, flooding his thoughts with joyful memories.

Moving out of the orphanage, successfully renting a public housing unit, Sis Tong giving him a generous salary, getting accepted into Linmen’s top school, winning the student council election with Yaqiao Mu...

The past played out before his eyes—bright and clear, one memory after another.

All that happiness surged like a flood, leaving Yan Huan dazed.

To put it simply, he was overwhelmed with joy—like watching his life flash before his eyes.

Just like last time—ambushed out of nowhere, no time to dodge—he had been struck again by the Modifier’s ability.

Yan Huan finally realized that these Modifier users had no honor—they loved sneak attacks, especially on the Student Council President.

*Meow!*

"Yan Huan!"

A soft paw patted his flushed cheek, snapping him out of his blissful trance.

"How are you, meow? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Her Modifier effect hasn't worn off yet. This time, the resistance breakdown increased by two percent compared to last time—her Modifier has evolved."

Modifier.

That’s right—the Modifier!

Yan Huan’s joy-numbed brain suddenly cleared, allowing him to recall what had just happened.

He had reunited with his long-lost childhood sweetheart, An Le—and she was the host of the Fourth Modifier!

At that thought, Yan Huan’s pupils shrank as he looked at An Le, still sitting in the corridor.

She looked a bit flustered, but in the dim corridor light, her face appeared radiant to Yan Huan.

Her already cute features now seemed enhanced, like a high-end beauty filter had erased every flaw and trace of time apart.

She blinked anxiously, and it was like stars flowed in her eyes—turning into love and concern.

The shyness from earlier had transformed into a goddess-like compassion, enough to move anyone to tears.

In that moment, An Le looked so beautiful in Yan Huan’s eyes, she didn’t seem mortal—just being near her felt euphoric.

Even more terrifying was that all the joy in his heart seemed to stem from her.

The government worker who gave him the public housing key was now An Le in a suit and glasses.

Sis Tong, who always smelled like smoke and gave him a big salary, had become a sweet-smelling, smiling An Le.

Even the person who handed him the platinum credit card had changed from kind Ye Lan into An Le!

In that moment, it felt like all the joy in his world came from her alone.

*Tch.*

Aunt Ye...

'Am I about to betray the Church of Ye Lan?!'

Just looking at her made that blissful, life-flashing feeling rise again.

Yan Huan quickly turned his gaze away, struggling not to look at the glowing An Le.

At the same time, he silently chanted a calming mantra, trying to come up with a plan.

"I’m so, so doomed! What... what did I do to Xiaohuan?!"

In the corridor darkness, An Le came to her senses, looking at the red-faced, panting Yan Huan—realizing she had instinctively activated the Modifier.

"Little Pinky, what should I do?! Why—why did you become like this?!"

An Le turned her head, trying to mentally ask her Modifier avatar why her power triggered.

But what she saw was a chubbier-than-before, round-looking Little Pinky.

It hiccupped and gave her a grumpy look.

"You never use it, and then suddenly go all out like this... Sigh, An Le, don’t you think you’re being a bit extreme?"

"Stop going in circles, Little Pinky! Waaaah, just tell me what to do already!"

Seeing Xiaohuan in the same state as that store clerk from before, An Le was about to cry from panic.

Back then, when Xiaohuan saw what she bought, he freaked out, and it triggered her superpower automatically—she hadn’t expected that at all.

She thought it was Little Pinky’s doing, but judging from its speechless face, it probably wasn’t.

Little Pinky pursed its lips, hiccupped again, and looked like it had indigestion.

"What else can you do? It’s not like it’s a bad thing—just go with it."

"How is this not a bad thing?! Xiaohuan—Xiaohuan’s in so much pain!"

'I think it’s not Xiaohuan who’s suffering—it’s Xiao Xiaohuan who’s about to explode.'

The now-chubbier Little Pinky glanced at Yan Huan lying on the ground, then at An Le beside it.

"Don’t worry, the memories altered by Superconductor Mode are my department—I’ll make him forget all the game stuff afterward."

(*) Note for line 100: "Superconductor Mode" appears to refer to a special state or power level of the Modifier ability, potentially enhancing its emotional or memory-altering effects.

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you?! Of course it's true!"

Little Pinky couldn't help but pat An Le's shoulder again with its tail and scolded,

"And don't forget, you idiot—you chose the ability to give others pleasure. So no matter what, you're just making people feel happy, that's all."

In the darkness, Little Pinky's now-fattened body began to shrink bit by bit, its shape tightening.

But even so, its frame remained slightly larger and longer than its previously slim and delicate form. *Hic~*

Little Pinky flicked out its tongue and let out a long hiccup.

The crimson snake eyes turned toward An Le in the dark, and it asked,

"An Le, when it comes to happiness, people only complain there's too little of it—never too much."

"Ask yourself honestly—how could making others feel happy ever be wrong?"

An Le blinked in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

"Y-yeah, I guess so."

"Look at your Xiaohuan—he really, really likes you right now~ Are you sure you don't want to do something about it?"

"Eh?"

An Le turned to look at Yan Huan in front of her. In the darkness, she could vaguely make out the handsome boy’s features, feel his breath, even his heartbeat.

She couldn’t see his exact expression, but just imagining that clerk’s face from earlier and replacing it with Xiaohuan’s…

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An Le suddenly felt a little parched, like she needed a drink of water.

Scattered beside Yan Huan were the new game releases An Le had been looking forward to.

But now, with Yan Huan and those games placed together, she didn’t even want to glance in that direction.

Compared to galgames, Xiaohuan smelled way better.

(*) Note: Galgames are Japanese romance simulation games, often targeted at a male audience.

"Xiaohuan."

An Le wasn’t some total computer novice like Ye Shiyu—you could tell from the games she bought that she was a veteran driver.

(*) Note: "Driver" here is slang for someone experienced with adult-themed content or innuendos.

It was just unclear how skilled she really was behind the wheel.

So in this moment, her voice carried an unexpected sense of…

Excitement?

But Yan Huan, who had been silently chanting a calming mantra, nearly lost control when he suddenly heard An Le speak.

Even just hearing her voice now made his heart race—it was like music from heaven.

It felt like he was falling in love.

In the darkness, Yan Huan gritted his teeth and sat up, panting.

"An Le."

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the weakening of his resistance due to An Le's influence began to show more side effects.

He could no longer suppress the urge to express affection—he wanted to praise her.

So, the words he had originally prepared took an unexpected turn.

And turned into:

"An Le… you smell so good."

"Eh?!"

Hearing that, An Le’s little face instantly turned beet red.

She quickly pinched her sleeve and sniffed herself.

"N-no weird smell… and if anyone smells good, it’s more like you, Xiaohuan… You smell better, ooooh!"

Apparently, what she said embarrassed her too much, so An Le quickly lowered her head again.

'Wait a second, am I—'

'Am I putting horns on Vice President Yinggong’s head right now?'

(*) Note: "Putting horns" is a Chinese idiom that refers to cheating on someone or being unfaithful.

That thought finally dampened An Le’s excitement a little.

Xiaohuan was so close with Yinggong Tong earlier—could they really be in that kind of relationship?

An Le wasn’t Spencer—after sensing Xiaohuan might be close with Yinggong Tong, she didn’t feel the urge to steal him away.

She would rather hurt alone.

But just like Little Pinky said, nothing's been confirmed yet. Now's the perfect time to ask Xiaohuan directly!

"Xiaohuan."

With this in mind, An Le stepped back a bit and nervously asked,

"Are you and Vice President Yinggong already boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Hearing her voice, under the influence of Superconductor Mode, Yan Huan was practically turning into her simp.

(*) Note: "Superconductor Mode" refers to a fictional heightened state of sensitivity or responsiveness, likely triggered by the modifier.

'No! No! Of course not!'

Or maybe something even more extreme—in this state of pleasure, even if he had a girlfriend, it might feel completely irrelevant.

Only An Le mattered—only An Le could bring him happiness.

That thought suddenly snapped Yan Huan to attention.

'Was An Le’s modifier related to pleasure?'

He silently moved a little farther away from An Le, even though his pleasure-driven body resisted the motion.

But once some distance was created, that overwhelming stimulation finally seemed to ease a bit.

'So An Le’s modifier effect is distance-based?'

Yan Huan couldn’t see the white mist still clinging to him—he could only feel his mind becoming a little clearer.

But looking at An Le now, his thoughts grew more complicated.

The happy memories they shared inevitably flooded back. In his heart, An Le had always been that same person—unchanged.

But now, because of the modifier, something felt corrupted.

It made it difficult for Yan Huan to face An Le at that moment.

A childhood sweetheart he hadn’t seen in forever?

Or a modifier Host he now had to deal with?

Right now, Yan Huan truly didn’t know how to face her.

But he had no choice—to restrain the modifier, he could only treat An Le as its Host.

And honestly, a method for solving this situation had already come to mind.

Because he knew An Le well—he knew her weakness.

After a brief silence, his eyes darkened, and he once again activated his Perfect Expression Control ability.

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His handsome face was instantly masked by the magical ability, like a hardened shell, restoring his calm despite the cracks in his resistance.

Pretending to be entranced, he suddenly leaned toward An Le and gently cupped her black hair, as if it were something precious.

An Le’s eyes widened, her face red and body trembling as she looked up at Yan Huan before her.

Watching him gently move closer to her cheek, he said,

"I’m not with Yinggong."

"An Le wifey."

Done.

Playing house?!

"Eh?!"

Just like how the modifier drove Yan Huan into pleasure, those memories from decades ago suddenly struck An Le like lightning.

Yan Huan’s words hit the deepest part of her memory, making her body go numb.

She remembered—when she was little, she didn’t have much stamina, so she couldn’t play energetic games with Yan Huan.

So instead, they used to play house.

But that was back before elementary school—she was too young to understand anything and used to say all kinds of embarrassing things.

When she told Mama about it, she laughed for a long time.

After starting school and learning more, An Le realized in hindsight how embarrassing it all was.

Being naturally shy and sensitive, she remembered it vividly—like a mental trigger.

Back then, whenever Yan Huan imitated a playhouse scene and called her "An Le wifey," her brain would crash, and she’d be helpless.

The same thing happened now—An Le trembled, hurriedly covered her flushed face, and backed away frantically, begging as she went:

"W-wait… Xiaohuan, don’t… don’t call me that… ooh… at least wait until we’re married…"

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That method used to completely shut An Le down for half a day—and now, it seemed even more effective.

Just as Yan Huan thought his plan had worked, giving him the chance to properly observe how An Le’s modifier functioned—

*Ding ding ding~*

Behind him, his phone suddenly rang.

"?!"

'The phone… has signal?'

The expression hidden beneath Yan Huan's flawless expression control revealed a flicker of disbelief—last time he and Yinggong were locked up, there hadn't been any signal at all.

"What's going on?"

Yan Huan, still acting under the influence of An Le's modifier, didn't dare to turn around. But he could tell—that was the ringtone of an airplane phone.

An Le was equally stunned. Her face flushed red as she looked up in a panic and saw the phone screen displaying the profile picture of a middle-aged woman.

And the username linked to that profile picture was—

"Mama Bai."

[End of this chapter]

(*) Note for line 203: "Airplane phone" refers to a phone used during flights or resembling one used for restricted communication—may imply controlled or unexpected connectivity.