Chapter 135: Successfully Captured a Fat Cat
Chapter 135: Successfully Captured a Fat Cat
After hearing Tsukikage Chuxia’s bitter complaints, Fang Cheng and Asaka Akihime felt like they were listening to a modern ghost story—the tale of an endlessly stolen motorcycle.
While Fang Cheng had often dealt with thieves attempting to steal his motorcycle, most failed.
But once it left his possession, the motorcycle seemed to unleash its full chaos.
If the government got hold of such a magical bike, they could’ve parked it on the street daily to trap thieves indefinitely!
It practically functioned like a magnet for troublemakers. Fang Cheng even started regretting losing it.
Had he lent it to Kanzaki Rin, she might’ve earned the “Thief Crusher” title just by rounding up motorcycle thieves, skyrocketing her straight into the Countermeasures Department’s middle management.
“Alright, I’m off now!”
After finishing her tea, Tsukikage Chuxia stood to leave. No more motorcycle-hunting today—she planned to nap the day away.
Lately, her lack of sleep had even caused her to shed some fluff.
“Stay a little longer?”
“Nope! The boss lady’ll scold me if I’m late.”
With that, Tsukikage Chuxia twisted on the sofa, morphing into a plump white cat. She hopped down, ready to waddle off.
Fang Cheng grabbed the TV remote and clicked through menus until a game loaded.
“Whoa! Monster City 2077 Collector’s Edition?!”
The cat froze mid-step, her round eyes glued to the screen.
*Ding-dong!*
The doorbell rang. Asaka Akihime answered to find a delivery person holding a feast fit for a shut-in: a jumbo fried chicken bucket, cola, fries, premium dried fish, and a stack of catnip bags Fang Cheng had specially ordered.
The coffee table groaned under the spread—a true couch potato’s paradise.
Fang Cheng had preordered everything earlier. No way this fat cat could resist.
Between the sizzling chicken, fishy snacks, frosty cola, catnip, and the glowing game screen, Tsukikage Chuxia turned to stone on the sofa, her eyes becoming dinner plates.
Fang Cheng scooped ice from the fridge, mixed a bubbly soda, and chugged it loudly.
The cat’s gaze locked onto his drink, throat bobbing with every swallow he took.
He then bit into a crispy chicken leg, juices audibly squirting. “Hey Moonlight Cat, weren’t you leaving?”
The aroma hit Tsukikage Chuxia’s nose. Drool plopped onto the sofa.
“A…a little delay won’t hurt! The boss lady’s cool. That chicken smells amazing—can I try some?”
…
And so, through gaming bait, junk food, and catnip, they bagged one fat cat.
Still, Fang Cheng wondered—boss lady Tsukikage Hoshi seemed loaded and kind. Why would her underfed underling drool over basic snacks?
Why did this fat cat seem like she hadn’t eaten enough? Cheap items easily lured her in. Couldn’t she afford them herself?
“Ah, stop it! The boss lady keeps saying I’m too fat, forcing me to exercise daily. She won’t let me eat extra bites, claims catnip’s unhealthy, and forbids me from buying it. I’m not fat—just fluffy! Fluffy, understand?”
Tsukikage Chuxia gulped cola, gnawed chicken legs, clutched dried fish, and inhaled catnip like a drunkard, loudly accusing the boss lady of mistreatment.
After hearing her complaints, Fang Cheng agreed with the boss lady.
In human form, Tsukikage Chuxia appeared slim—no fat, balanced figure, flat-chested.
But post-catnip, she reverted to a fat cat resembling a chubby white pig.
She now sprawled between Ye Yuqing’s thighs: dried fish in left paw, cola in right, hind paws deftly mashing a game controller.
Ye Yuqing, having seized body control, bent down gleefully petting the cat with a dazed “too much catnip” look.
Tsukikage Chuxia’s head sank into soft warmth, feeling her cat life was complete.
Fang Cheng played games with her for hours, stuffing her with sparkling soda and dried fish until her guard dropped.
While she floated in catnip bliss, he stealthily extracted intel.
Boss lady Tsukikage Hoshi was likely a monster too, commanding subordinates all bearing the “Tsukikage” surname—not some ancient clan name, but one she invented for her followers.
Monsters in the Tokyo Metropolitan Area fell into two categories:
First, lone wolves sneaking out nightly to scavenge—countless wage-slave monsters, mostly solitary.
Second, disciplined groups belonging to monster families. The Tsukikage clan ranked among the notable ones.
United monsters held enough power to negotiate with the government.
This explained Tsukikage Hoshi’s thriving fourth-floor information business.
…
Hours later, Tsukikage Chuxia waddled off with a swollen belly, promising Fang Cheng future visits—her only chance to feast freely without the boss lady’s restrictions.
After her departure, Asaka Akihime regained body control. “Cheng-kun, do you want Ms. Cat in our small group?”
Fang Cheng smiled. “She won’t join, but maintaining good relations is vital.”
Group survival required two things: self-defense power and abundant information—the latter often more crucial.
Hence Fang Cheng cultivated informants like Nangong Saye and Tsukikage Chuxia. Securing this fat cat meant guaranteed intel.
Tonight’s progress pleased him—starting as food buddies left room for future plans. Humming, he headed to shower.
Near the bathroom, Asaka Akihime pretended to clean while edging closer, hearing water splashes and off-key singing.
Two months of cohabitation had her mentally prepared… yet Fang Cheng remained passive, even joking less since moving in. Ye Yuqing’s presence explained some restraint.
But Kanzaki Rin’s emergence stressed her. Rin matched her in every strength without Ye Yuqing’s complications. Though currently platonic, what if…?
What if she woke to find Rin breakfasting in Fang Cheng’s bed? Their undefined relationship offered no safeguards. She couldn’t even confirm his feelings.
This anxiety killed her appetite all day. Now, pressured into action, she contemplated bold moves—
“DON’T!” Ye Yuqing screamed mentally. “Wash his back and I’ll kill myself!”
“I-I wasn’t!”
“Liar! You wanna strip and throw yourself at him!”
“No!”
“Planning a midnight bed invasion then? You milk-obsessed pervert!”
“…”