Fang Cheng had Sato Hayato take off his clothes, but he wasn't trying to get it on with him.
He only wanted to swap clothes with Sato Hayato. The combat suit he was wearing offered better protection, and Sato would make better use of it.
Otherwise, if the kid went inside and accidentally got stabbed, Sato Hayato would become Sato the Dead Man. That would be hilarious.
Once Fang Cheng had explained, Sato Hayato finally relaxed. Tsukikage Hatsuka also wore a disappointed expression, as if she'd missed out on a good show.
Clearly, neither of these two had a healthy mind. The moment they heard "take off your clothes," their thoughts went straight to the gutter. Shameful.
Fang Cheng and Sato Hayato switched clothes. They had different builds, so the combat suit hung loosely on Sato, while Sato's clothes fit snugly on Fang Cheng, showing off his muscles.
The crotch of the pants in particular was so tight it could barely contain him.
Fang Cheng didn't care whether the clothes fit. They'd probably be ripped to shreds once the fighting started anyway, so size didn't matter.
He asked Tsukikage Hatsuka, "Are you going back on your own, or waiting for us outside?"
"This shop only offers drop-offs, not pickups."
Tsukikage Hatsuka pulled out her phone to check the time, then said with a bright smile, "But I can slack off here for two hours. You'd better finish up quickly."
Fang Cheng figured it was probably thanks to the few packs of catnip. He nodded, called to Sato Hayato, who was tightening his belt, and headed into Yatsumachi.
Once the two of them had disappeared from view, Tsukikage Hatsuka climbed into the sports car, pulled out a pack of catnip, and took a deep sniff. Her face was blissful.
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