Wu Yue jiggled the Blue Fatty’s plump bottom in her arms. "You’ve got so nerve talking about Yuan Lang. Why don’t you take a look at yourself? Your butt is the size of two of my faces."
Hearing this, the System gave its host a pitiful look. "Host, you can insult , but please, do not insult my butt."
’What the hell?!’
Wu Yue stared in disbelief at the dead-serious expression on the little furball’s face. ’So he’s saying my face isn’t even worthy of being compared to his butt?’
’If I can tolerate this, I might as well give up being a witch and beco a Ninja!’
She imdiately forgot all about admiring the handso Beastman across from her. Grabbing the Blue Fatty by the scruff of its neck, she landed several resounding smacks on its plump rear.
A sharp pain shot through its bottom, the crisp sound of the slaps still echoing in its ears. The System looked down at its own rear in disbelief, then up at its host’s triumphant face.
Only then did it register that its hateful host had actually spanked it for a montary slip of the tongue.
’I, a dignified, short-limbed little System whose existence spans far longer than the host’s two lifetis combined, just got spanked?’
’If word of this got out, how could I ever hold my head high as a System again?’
"AWOO! AWOO! AWOO!"
’Dog Host, don’t I have any dignity? A man’s butt is not to be touched!’
Wu Yue narrowed her eyes at the Blue Fatty in her hand, which wasn’t even as long as her forearm. "And what part of you looks like a ’man’?"
With that, her gaze shifted, taking on a rather lecherous quality as she peered between the Blue Fatty’s legs.
The dangerous glint in her eyes was unmistakable. How could the System not sense it? It frantically clenched its butt and clamped its legs shut.
It stared at its shaless host, a mixture of anger and humiliation on its face. "Host, where are your morals?"
Wu Yue gave the System a little shake. "You ate them."
The System: "..."
’Dog Host, don’t think I don’t know you’re insulting !’
’The saying is "your morals were eaten by a dog," but you said *I* ate them. Are you saying I’m basically a dog?’
"All these years of sincere friendship... ultimately wasted on the wrong person!"
Wu Yue heaved a deep sigh and gave her System a look one might reserve for a simpleton. "As a System, your math is truly concerning. We haven’t even known each other for a full year, have we?"
The System’s little face froze. "Ah... ahaha, is that so? Then why does it feel like our bond has already lasted for centuries? It must be a special ’destiny’!"
"More like a curse," Wu Yue retorted bluntly.
While the human and the System were busy bickering, Yuan Lang managed to struggle free from the verbal assault of his Father and Amu, sidling up to the little female he’d been longing to see.
Seeing the Blue Fatty—the very sa one who had been sneakily ssing with his beast skin loincloth the whole journey—get a spanking, he felt a wave of imnse satisfaction. Even the fact that he’d let Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch go didn’t seem so frustrating anymore.
As if sensing the Beastman’s unfriendly stare, the wailing System turned its little head to look.
It saw the ’big-butt Beastman’ standing nearby, an expression of pure, unadulterated glee on his face as he watched the drama unfold.
Its little furry face flushed with embarrassnt. The System struggled out of its host’s grasp. "Host, it looks like that big-butt Beastman has sothing to say to you. I’ll make my retreat. I’m going to go take a nice, relaxing bath."
With that, it scurried away on its four little paws.
Watching its fat bottom jiggle as it ran, Wu Yue silently wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.
’A little furball taking a nice, relaxing bath! What a pampered life!’
"Is there anything to eat?"
Yuan Lang looked at the little female before him. He felt the rage in his heart—the kind that made him want to tear several Fierce Beasts apart with his bare hands—gradually dissipate. In its place was a sense of ease and comfort he had never known before.
Seeing the exhaustion on the Beastman’s face, Wu Yue felt a soft touch on her heart. She nodded. "Let’s go."
With that, she turned and headed toward her courtyard.
"That witch from the Yan Yan Tribe... she seed to know my forr self. And it seems like sothing happened between them."
The Beastman’s voice was low. "I had assud that the witch wanted my forr self to beco her mate and he refused. But from her reaction today, things don’t seem to be that simple. Her words made it sound like she had sacrificed a great deal for him."
’She was involved with the original Yuan Lang?’
Wu Yue frowned. "You don’t have any mories of that?"
Yuan Lang shook his head. "If I had those mories, I should recognize the Yan Yan Tribe’s witch. But I have no mory of that female whatsoever."
’It can’t be amnesia, can it?’
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