Wu Yue jiggled the Blue Fatty's plump bottom in her arms. "You've got some 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 me, 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 become a Ninja!'
She immediately forgot all about admiring the handsome 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.
