Sato Hayato was immediately at a loss for words.
What did helping you have to do with whether I was a busty beauty?
As a high school boy who often read erotic manga and played erotic games, Sato Hayato immediately understood what Fang Cheng meant.
He hurriedly grabbed Fang Cheng, who was about to leave. "If you really want to see one, I can ask my sister..."
"Ask your sister? You're willing to sell out your own sister for your own benefit? That's pretty shameless."
Fang Cheng looked down on him. "But don't worry, I'll take good care of your sister. Go on, call her over."
"It's not my sister!"
Sato Hayato shouted in protest. He had always doted on his sister. How could he possibly sell her out?
Fang Cheng asked, puzzled, "Then what do you mean?"
Sato Hayato fidgeted. "I could borrow my sister's uniform. I don't have a busty beauty, but how about a busty cross-dressing beauty?"
He had joined the Drama Club in his first year of high school. Since he had delicate features and a slender build, he often played female roles and didn't mind wearing women's clothes.
Fang Cheng looked at Sato Hayato's blushing, bashful face and felt a wave of nausea.
He slowly raised his fist. "Sato, I could kill you with one punch. Believe me?"
Sato Hayato remembered how Fang Cheng had killed without batting an eye that night. He shuddered and hurriedly answered, "I believe you."
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who gets excited by seeing a cross-dressing boy?"
"No!"
"Good. Then what exactly are your intentions in wanting to show me yourself dressed as a girl?"
"I'm sorry!"
Sato Hayato bowed ninety degrees to apologize to Fang Cheng.
He'd only wanted to fulfill Fang Cheng's wish to