Chapter 85: This Position Makes Me Uncomfortable

What Fang Cheng recalled wasn’t particularly important—otherwise he wouldn’t have forgotten.

His beloved motorcycle had been stolen earlier. During the chase, he encountered a woman with a mechanical arm.

Fang Cheng clearly remembered her large chest.

Not that it mattered, but both her chest… and that mechanical arm had sparked his curiosity.

He’d searched online afterward but found nothing useful.

Now he decided to ask Takeda Masumi.

The woman’s blade techniques matched exactly what Takeda had taught him.

After hearing the question, Takeda Masumi muttered, “Describe that girl’s appearance. Might be someone I know.”

Fang Cheng described Nangong Saye as an ordinary beauty—he’d only remembered her because of the mechanical arm and large chest.

“Figured. I do know her.”

Takeda Masumi sighed. “Nangong Saye was an intern at the Countermeasures Department. I trained her. Excellent girl with good blade technique talent, always eager to learn—”

“Not interested in her personality,” Fang Cheng interrupted. “How’d she get that mechanical arm?”

Takeda Masumi stared silently at the ceiling. When Fang Cheng assumed she’d refuse to answer, she suddenly spoke: “The government had a human mechanical modification project. Discontinued later. Nangong was likely part of it. Look it up yourself—I don’t know details.”

Seeing Takeda’s gloomy expression, Fang Cheng grinned. “That face says you’ve got history. Were you in the project too?”

Takeda snorted but didn’t respond. Fang Cheng didn’t care about her stories—only the mechanical arm’s origin mattered.

Takeda nudged him with her elbow. “Why the interest? Smitten with Nangong Saye? She’s pretty.”

“I’m face-blind.” Fang Cheng shrugged. “Can’t tell pretty from plain.”

Takeda glared. “Then how’d you remember her looks?”

Fang Cheng glanced at Takeda’s chest and sneered. “Her chest’s bigger. Made an impression.”

Takeda Masumi: “……”

Her breathing quickened with rage—this marked the second time he’d mocked her chest size. Her decent figure didn’t deserve such insults!

Though fierce in combat, Takeda shrank from this topic. When she didn’t challenge him to spar, Fang Cheng lost interest and left the ring.

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Kanzaki Rin was absent that evening. After showering, Fang Cheng left the training ground early.

Reaching his doorstep, he paused while unlocking the door. The hidden mark beneath the doorframe had vanished—someone had entered while he was out.

Since being targeted by an anonymous informant last time, Fang Cheng had formed the habit of leaving marks under his door before going out, fearing someone might sneak into his empty home. Though he’d considered this habit redundant after so long, it unexpectedly proved useful today.

Not knowing if the intruder remained inside, Fang Cheng silently inserted his key and eased the door open. The compact house layout allowed immediate visibility upon entering – empty living room, vacant kitchen, deserted bathroom and toilet.

Yet clear signs of disturbance showed the intruder had carelessly ransacked the place without fearing detection. Just then, faint noises came from the bedroom.

Still here?

Fang Cheng scratched his skin with a fingernail. Blood welled up and solidified into a long bloody blade. Gripping this crimson weapon, he crept to the bedroom doorway and peered inside.

…Only to see a rear end.

A plump, perfectly rounded posterior sheathed in black stockings swayed gently toward the doorway – enough to send any butt connoisseur into raptures.

Fang Cheng: “……”

He pulled out his phone, muted it, and snapped two photos of the hypnotic derriere. Its owner remained half-buried under the bed, oblivious to the documentation of her assets.

……

Kanzaki Rin strained to dislodge a large box from beneath the bed. She’d skipped training ground sessions today precisely to retrieve the vajra Fang Cheng had hidden. After scouring the entire apartment without success, only this unexplored space remained.

Spotting the sizable container under the bed frame, she crawled underneath to drag it out. The stubborn box refused to budge, wedged tight in its hiding place. As she adjusted her grip, a sharp SLAP echoed through the room.

Simultaneously, stinging pain bloomed across her defenseless rear.

“Yipe!”

Her startled yank miraculously freed the stuck box. Scrambling out without checking the contents, she found Fang Cheng leaning casually against the wall, empty-handed and grinning.

Kanzaki Rin’s face flushed crimson. Reason shattered as she launched herself at him. “YOU’RE DEAD!!!”

Fang Cheng swayed aside like reeds in wind. A sidestep, pivot, and precise punch later, she crumpled to the floor.

Two minutes passed…

Kanzaki Rin lay face-down, wrists pinned behind her back in familiar humiliation – same position, same man looming above. Her breathing grew labored. “Release me.”

“Gladly,” Fang Cheng chuckled, “after you explain why my dear colleague resorts to burglary. Truly, no defense suffices against household thieves.”

“YOU’RE the thief!” She panted, writhing futilely. “I came for the vajra!”

“Wasn’t that equipment gifted to me?”

“I’ll gift you a coffin! You stole it without a word!”

“Then why not ask directly? Sneaking in like this – guilty conscience? A civil servant turned pilferer? Should I report this?”

Kanzaki Rin clenched her teeth. She’d anticipated Fang Cheng’s endless excuses if confronted openly, hence the covert approach. Who knew the bastard would return early from training?

“Let. Me. Up.” She ground out. “This position hurts.”

Fang Cheng’s grin widened. “How unfortunate – I find it quite comfortable.”

Kanzaki Rin: “……”