Chapter 204: The Pure Revolutionary Friendship Between Me and the Girls
Chapter 204: The Pure Revolutionary Friendship Between Me and the Girls
Nightfall arrived.
Fang Cheng sat in his bedroom, buried in his desk piled with scattered drafts.
He was writing down all kinds of ability development ideas to test later.
The bedroom door suddenly pushed open. Asaka Akihime entered with a cup, placing it on the desk. “Cheng-kun,” she said softly, “take a break.”
Fang Cheng glanced at the wall clock. “It’s still early. Go rest if you’re tired.”
Asaka Akihime followed his gaze—2 AM.
_This_ was early?
Are you cultivating immortality or something?
Fang Cheng sipped from the cup, then frowned. Not tea, but milk… except sweeter.
“Asaka, what milk brand is this?”
“We don’t even buy milk regularly.”
Asaka Akihime suddenly leaned down, breath tickling his ear. “It’s Akihime-brand milk.”
Fang Cheng whirled around, suspicion flashing in his gaze.
She smiled, stepping back as her clothes slipped away, revealing risqué lingerie.
Fang Cheng rose slowly. “Coming to my room half-naked at midnight? You know what happens next.”
Asaka Akihime answered with a body slam, pinning him to the bed.
“Cheng-kun, I love you. I adore you.” Her rosy lips brushed his ear, voice dripping with passion and lingering resentment. “Why won’t you touch me? Am I not desirable?”
Their clothes vanished mid-conversation.
“If Cheng-kun won’t act,” she purred, “Akihime will!”
Fang Cheng watched her straddle him with amusement. “Same old tricks? You think I’m some horny beast, Evil God-chan?”
“Aren’t you?” A new voice snapped. Fang Cheng turned to see another Asaka Akihime enter—except the biting tone belonged to Ye Yuqing.
They’d finally gained separate bodies… in an illusion nearly indistinguishable from reality.
Fang Cheng knew this wasn’t Iyaya herself—the evil god maintained her mystique by never communicating directly.
“What do you want?!”
“Not enough!” the busy Asaka Akihime declared without looking up.
“Not enough?” Fang Cheng stared. “There’s enough here to fill your bowl twice over!”
Asaka Akihime did not answer. Another familiar voice spoke up: “I grant you power.”
Kanzaki Rin crawled out from under the bed, taking charge again: “Yet you still resist.”
Fang Cheng understood—the evil god-chan was displeased he hadn’t been open enough to unlock more positions for her.
Though he’d surrendered physically, his inner resistance grew stronger each day.
The evil god-chan wanted not just his body but his heart.
“Can’t blame me, right? Anyone forced into this would resist…”
Before Fang Cheng could finish, Kanzaki Rin covered his mouth.
Two Sato Mai figures climbed out of the wardrobe—likely two distinct personalities.
“Cast aside your fear.”
“I coexist with you.”
The five girls surrounded Fang Cheng.
Damn, they’d rounded up every woman from his small group!
Fang Cheng thought the evil god-chan truly grasped human desires… but this was unfair! His bond with these girls was purely platonic!
Though maybe crossing that line wasn’t so unexpected?
Hours later…
The five girls left for milk baths, leaving Fang Cheng standing alone.
He rubbed his shoulders, sneering. “That’s it? Who’re you mocking?”
He flipped off the ceiling. “I’ll take ten! Hear me? Send ten more!”
The room vanished instantly, the five girls disappearing too.
Fang Cheng stood in an endless flower field, blossoms stretching to the horizon.
This place felt familiar—he’d met Asaka Akihime in similar surroundings during the paradise incident.
A massive crowd approached.
A thousand women with Kanzaki Rin, Asaka Akihime, and Sato Mai’s faces—a cloned army of copies.
Fang Cheng’s face went rigid.
He spun and bolted. “I said ten, not a thousand! Iyaya, you scheming bitch!!”
Thunderous footsteps shook the ground as the horde charged.
They overtook him swiftly, tackling him into a flower-crushing pile.
Petals became mud beneath the stampede.
One delicate tough guy, thoroughly demolished.
…
“Cheng-kun… Cheng-kun!”
Asaka Akihime stood bedside, calling softly.
Fang Cheng thrashed under kicked-off blankets, brow furrowed, muttering gibberish.
She’d been heading to the bathroom when his shout of “You tricked me!” drew her in.
“Akihime! Record this with your phone!” Ye Yuqing crowed in her mind. “Mr. Invincible having nightmares? Priceless!”
Ignoring her, Asaka Akihime reached to wipe sweat from Fang Cheng’s forehead.
He suddenly yanked her wrist.
“Ah!”
She fell atop him, mind blanking as he groped and nibbled.
“Akihime! Stop him!” Ye Yuqing’s shriek snapped her awake.
She slapped a hand over her mouth an instant before Fang Cheng’s lips met her skin.
His restless squirming confirmed he was still asleep.
“He’s faking!” Ye Yuqing raged as Fang Cheng kept pawing. “I’m taking over!”
But Asaka Akihime shoved him away and fled the room.
Ye Yuqing gaped. Since when did Miss Desperate-To-Seduce show restraint?
“Akihime! You saw through his scumbag act! I’m proud—”
Her praise died as Asaka Akihime sprinted to brush teeth, wash face, then dash back to don secretly bought “victory” underwear.
“Akihime? What? AKIHIME?!”
Without answering, Asaka Akihime spritzed perfume and slid blushingly into Fang Cheng’s bed.
Ye Yuqing: …