Chapter 60: Are You a Eunuch?

Fang Cheng saw Takeda Masumi’s flirtatious expression and immediately threw a punch.

Takeda Masumi wasn’t some fragile damsel. She swiftly caught his fist and used the momentum to leap back.

Both shocked and irritated, she demanded, “What was that for?”

“What for?” Fang Cheng rose with a cold laugh. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been taking liberties with me. I tolerated it for the wealthy lady’s sake, but you keep pushing it!”

Casual mutual teasing didn’t bother him, but Takeda Masumi wanting more crossed the line.

His cooperation with Kanzaki Rin worked perfectly fine. Getting involved with her best friend would complicate things.

Purely transactional relationships shouldn’t mix with emotions – that’s how future troubles started. Fang Cheng knew where to draw the line.

Caught off guard by his awareness of her advances, Takeda Masumi blurted an excuse: “Don’t get the wrong idea. I like you.”

“Like?” Fang Cheng scoffed. “You’re just lusting after my body. How despicable!”

The woman gaped, never expecting to be called despicable by a man. She couldn’t deny it – he’d nailed her true intentions.

Takeda Masumi decided to own it. “Fine! I want your body. What’s wrong with that?” She struck a pose. “With these legs and curves, you’re telling me you’re not interested?”

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She suddenly recalled how Fang Cheng hadn’t resisted their accidental physical contact during training – even leaned into it. This pretty-faced brat was clearly a closet pervert.

She wasn’t wrong. Fang Cheng did find her attractive. What man wouldn’t appreciate daily fanservice from a hot older woman?

If not for his partnership with Kanzaki Rin, he might’ve indulged her. But wise rabbits don’t nibble grass near their burrows. When urges struck, the unused lifelike doll under his bed remained an option.

Seeing his silence, Takeda Masumi smirked and crooked a finger. “Want me to teach you some grown-up games?”

Fang Cheng eyed her. “Think you’re tough, huh?”

“Toughest you’ll ever meet!” She grinned, hands on hips.

…

In the boxing ring,

Takeda Masumi lay sprawled like a dead fish, muttering: “Brat…this isn’t…what I meant…”

After thoroughly beating her, Fang Cheng strode from the ring feeling rejuvenated.

“Wait!” She staggered up, wincing. “What’s wrong with me? Am I that repulsive?”

Fang Cheng glanced back dismissively. “Your tits are too small.”

“Too small?”

Takeda Masumi gripped her own chest, which couldn’t be fully grasped in one hand. Was this considered small?

Did he need to find an actual cow for comparison?

Infuriated by Fang Cheng’s dismissive tone, she shouted mockingly, “Brat, can’t you get it up?”

She began suspecting he might have a medical condition or issues with his sexual orientation—using her chest size as a flimsy excuse.

Fang Cheng, who’d been leaving the ring, froze at her words. After a long pause, he turned back with uncharacteristic solemnity.

Though intimidated by his stern expression, Takeda Masumi couldn’t resist prodding: “What? Did I strike a nerve?”

To her shock, Fang Cheng didn’t deny it. “…You’re right. There might be a problem.”

His grave tone mirrored his expression. Her words had made him realize he’d felt no physical needs since transmigrating—unlike his previous twice-weekly routine.

This teenage body should’ve been overflowing with hormones. Suddenly, he remembered vampire documents he’d memorized: their reproductive obsolescence caused near-total disappearance of physical urges.

Had this affected him? Yet he woke energized daily. Testing became urgent.

Fang Cheng abruptly strode toward her.

“You—”

Her words died as he yanked her into a kiss.

The assault blanked Takeda Masumi’s brain. Her sole coherent thought: How’s he this experienced?!

The 1.9m woman found herself pinned in the ring’s corner by the 1.75m youth, palms weakly pressed against his chest, back braced against a post to stay upright—utterly helpless.

Moments later, she jolted awake, shoving him away while gulping air.

Fang Cheng wiped his mouth, glanced downward, then relaxed. No issues—he hadn’t become a vampire-style eunuch. Everything still functional.

As he advanced again, Takeda Masumi raised defensive hands. “Stop! This ends now!”

She’d meant playful teasing, not skipping straight to bed! They needed dates first, a proper relationship!

“Joking?” Fang Cheng retorted. “You’ll inflate a balloon just to pop it?”

Men died from stupidity; women risked life itself.

“Too fast! This is too fast!”

“Mocking my manhood? How else to test speed?”

“I’m not talking about this kind of speed!!”

“What are you two doing?”

The sudden voice interrupted Fang Cheng and Takeda Masumi, making them both turn.

Kanzaki Rin stood at the entrance with crossed arms, staring coldly at the two tangled together in the ring.

Fang Cheng said calmly, “Perfect timing. We were practicing new combat techniques. Want to join?”

Kanzaki Rin’s gaze dropped to his hands. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“Yes!”

“…”

Takeda Masumi broke free and jumped down, glaring at Fang Cheng. “Brat. We’ll settle this tomorrow.”

Avoiding Kanzaki Rin’s eyes, she hurried away.

“Why’d you come back?” Fang Cheng asked casually, descending the ring without embarrassment.

“Forgot something. Should I apologize for interrupting your fun?” Kanzaki Rin’s tone carried frosty sarcasm. She disliked him bullying her friend, though part of her irritation stemmed from Masumi’s easy surrender.

Fang Cheng nodded. “You owe me grilled meat or cash. I’ll collect later.”

“You’re begging for a beating.”

Kanzaki Rin’s expression hardened. “If you’re serious about Masumi, treat her properly. Don’t play games.”

Though older, Masumi seemed like a naive child in her eyes—no match for this pervert.

Fang Cheng chuckled. “Relax. I don’t play with hearts. Just bodies.”

“You—”

“Joking!” He cut her off. “We got carried away momentarily. Natural for a healthy guy—you’ve seen my files.”

Kanzaki Rin scoffed. “Aren’t vampires impotent?” Her research suggested they retained function but lacked interest.

“More stereotypes?” Fang Cheng waved dismissively. “Ever seen a vampire crave pig’s blood stew? I eat chives and oysters daily—they’re aphrodisiacs, you know.” He headed to the bathroom.

Kanzaki Rin watched him leave, face unreadable.

…

Under the shower, inspiration struck—a way to handle Morishita’s family without exposure.

Emerging, he found Kanzaki Rin lingering. “Any way to mask my scent from vampires?”

She narrowed her eyes. “The Countermeasures Department’s hunting moles. Don’t cause trouble.”

“Just avoiding repeats of last time.” He raised innocent hands.

“Liar. No such method exists.”

“Not necessarily.” Takeda Masumi entered, freshly showered and composed. “Garlic juice blocks their smell. Doesn’t work on elders.”

Kanzaki Rin frowned. “Where’d you hear that?”

“From a comrade.” Masumi’s clipped answer silenced further questions.

Fang Cheng stored the tip. “Works between vampires too?”

“Test it yourself.”

“Thanks. If it works, I’ll buy you ice pops.”

Masumi’s cheeks colored as she flipped him off: (￣ー￣)ｄ

Fang Cheng formed a circle with thumb and finger: (￣▽￣)o

Masumi: (⊙_⊙)