Chapter 90: Are You Two Beasts?

The next day at school, Asaka Akihime sat at her desk.

Instead of approaching Fang Cheng like usual, she peeked at him once before turning away, her cheeks glowing pink.

She must have known about last night’s events. Did Ye Yuqing share memories with her?

Though curious about dual personalities, Fang Cheng decided this wasn’t the time to ask.

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As he reached for his textbook, he noticed Sato Hayato slumped at the neighboring desk. The boy stared into space with pale skin and deep shadows under his eyes.

Fang Cheng knocked on his desk with the textbook. “Sato, why look so exhausted?”

Sato Hayato jerked upright. “I-I’m not!”

“Your face screams kidney deficiency.”

Speaking from experience, Fang Cheng advised, “Show some restraint. I just gave you my secret stash two days ago.”

Sato’s face burned crimson. He opened his mouth as if to argue, then hunched back into silent brooding.

Clearly more troubled than just fatigue, but Fang Cheng didn’t care about teenage dramas. He focused on catching up with missed lessons.

At lunch, Fang Cheng headed to his usual spot. He expected silence from Asaka Akihime, yet she trailed behind clutching a lunchbox.

“Fang-kun…”

After ensuring their surroundings were empty, she blurted out with flushed cheeks: “Did Yuqing… cause you trouble last night?”

Fang Cheng tilted his head. “Didn’t you share memories?”

He grinned. “Nothing major. Just cost me some hotel money.”

“Hotel?!”

Asaka Akihime stiffened, stammering, “Wh-what exactly happened?!”

“Didn’t she tell you?”

“She… wasn’t clear.”

The personalities usually communicated through diary entries.

That morning, Asaka Akihime had woken with sore limbs, swollen cheeks, and a weird taste in her mouth. Panic ensued until confirming her body remained untouched.

The diary only mentioned Ye Yuqing meeting Fang Cheng during a nighttime stroll and being escorted home. No details explained the physical soreness.

Asaka Akihime initially assumed fighting, but now… hotel expenses? Her heartbeat thundered. Morning checks proved nothing, but how could anyone be certain?

Maybe they didn’t take the water route but the land route.

“Fang-kun, what exactly did you do last night?”

“Nothing much. I met her by the river, and we hit it off. The atmosphere was friendly, like we should’ve met sooner.”

Should’ve met sooner…

Asaka Akihime froze, her fingers twisting her skirt silently.

“After talking, we bought stuff and went to a love hotel to chat more.”

“A love hotel?!”

Asaka Akihime jerked upright, staring at Fang Cheng. “Why go there?!”

Love hotels exist for couples—or non-couples—to play intimate games.

The thought of Fang Cheng taking another personality to such a place using her body made her head spin.

“It was the only place nearby.” Fang Cheng shrugged. “Relax, we just played games.”

“Who plays games there?!”

Asaka muttered under her breath, eyeing him. “You… really only played games?”

What game leaves cheeks sore and legs aching?

Fang Cheng smiled warmly, but his voice sounded devilish to her ears.

“Honestly, her skills were awful. She kept losing and had to do squats as punishment. She whined about switching positions, so I made her do it herself. She quit complaining her back hurt.”

During sit-ups, Ye Yuqing tried tricking Fang Cheng into holding her feet but failed.

Asaka’s mouth hung open, eyes glazed.

Vulgar scenes flashed through her mind—especially “do it yourself”—painting Ye Yuqing straddling Fang Cheng.

Trembling, Asaka whispered, “I woke up with… a weird taste… Did you…?”

“We used ten boxes of small umbrellas. Ye Yuqing didn’t tell you?”

Fang Cheng grinned. “She blew them till her mouth went numb. She’ll puke at the sight of small umbrellas now.”

Asaka shot up, face reddening like steam.

She pointed at him, eyes wet. “Y-You…!”

So that’s why she ached with a strange taste.

Ten boxes?!

Are you animals?!

Her thoughts scrambled:

Yuqing and Fang-kun…

Using my body…

Does that mean I…

“Ah!”

Asaka screamed, squatting like a scared rabbit.

Realizing their misunderstanding, Fang Cheng pulled her up. She yelped, “Not at school!”

Fang Cheng:…

What’s wrong with you?

Like I’d force you here.

A veteran of small yellow books, he understood instantly. He flicked her forehead.

“Ow!”

She rubbed her head. “Why?!”

“Brainwashing.”

“Nothing happened. We played mobile games. Losers exercised.”

Asaka blinked. “But… ten boxes of… small umbrellas?”

Fang Cheng shrugged. “Ye Yuqing blew them up. The weird taste? Rubber.”

Asaka Akihime: (⊙﹏⊙)