Chapter 133: Chastity Pants…

"You've been asleep for three days," Ling Mo said, opening his eyes and revealing a warm smile. "To be precise, sixty-two hours."

"So it's the morning of the third day? I actually slept for that long?" Catherine was slightly surprised, but her expression quickly turned indignant. "That damn Puss in Boots! I wondered why it was so eager to catch us good food; it turns out it was drugging us to make its escape! That is far too cunning for a cat—not cute at all!"

*What a load of nonsense!* Vane thought to herself, *It wasn't Zorro who drugged us; it was definitely Master himself. Otherwise, with a human-shaped beast like Ling Mo right beside us, Zorro wouldn't have dared to drug us even if you gave it ten times the courage!* She carefully observed Catherine's seemingly innocent expression, unable to tell if the girl was genuinely oblivious or just playing dumb, so she held back her sarcasm for now.

Catherine didn't dwell on the matter. She stretched her limbs vigorously, feeling a sense of lethargy seeping out of her very bones. The exhaustion accumulated from days of intense travel and combat had vanished without a trace. Although she felt a bit lightheaded when she first stood up, after a quick trip to the restroom, she felt more energized than ever.

She patted her stomach, looking puzzled. "I remember... before I fell asleep, I only had a thin slice of clam meat. Why do I still feel so full of energy?"

"Because the Jet Geoduck is a Level 6 Magical Beast, even if it is the absolute trashiest of the Level 6s," Vane chimed in. The faint sorrow that had been on her face was gone; at least on the surface, she had returned to the wild, energetic demeanor she had when they first met. While commanding her alchemy puppet to perform the second set of national elementary and middle school broadcast gymnastics, she looked at Catherine with a malicious grin. "My dear senior sister, just thinking about how you're about to have a terrible time makes me incredibly happy."

Catherine’s face soured. She had actually wanted to use being "hungry" as an excuse to stall for time, but it seemed Ling Mo hadn't left any loopholes for her to exploit. Seeing that there was absolutely no escape, she hardened her resolve, stepped in front of Ling Mo, and shouted with high spirits, "My dear Master, your obedient disciple is fully prepared! Please give your instructions!"

"You have many faults that I find particularly annoying, but your ability to read the situation and avoid pointless struggle is something I find quite gratifying," Ling Mo said, patting Catherine’s head with satisfaction. "During the three days you were asleep, I thought of an excellent training ground. It will surely push all your potential to the limit and ensure you don't have a shred of laziness!"

Hearing this, Catherine grew increasingly uneasy. Just as she was about to speak cautiously, she saw Ling Mo pull a piece of "leather clothing" from behind his back and hand it to her, urging her with great enthusiasm:

"For the sake of your training results, I specially rushed to sew this garment. Come, come, put it on!"

Catherine took it with trepidation and gave it a strong shake to unfold it, only to be stunned. The black-and-white striped leather garment in front of her was actually an ultra-tight, thickened pair of shorts. The length barely covered her thighs, and the style was surprisingly fashionable; the seemingly chaotic black-and-white patterns, when viewed closely, were arranged with a sophisticated, rhythmic beauty that made it hard to look away.

Catherine put them on, feeling somewhat bewildered. The moment she pulled the shorts up to her waist, there was a *click*, and the waistband tightened rapidly, "adhering" firmly to her waist and hips, hugging her backside. The twenty-centimeter-long pant legs also tightened, clinging to her skin and outlining her perfect athletic curves. Against the backdrop of the patterns on the leather, Catherine exuded a wild, mysterious, and trendy beauty.

When she first put them on, Catherine was happy, spinning around to look at herself and posing with great satisfaction. That was until she tried to pull the shorts down and was shocked to find that even after using eighty percent of her strength, they wouldn't budge! They didn't just refuse to move; they felt as if they had grown into her skin. She whipped her head around to look at Ling Mo, asking anxiously, "Master, what is going on?!"

"How is it? Not bad, right? This is woven from the essence of the 'Black-Patterned White-Chapter Snake' hide," Ling Mo boasted with a hint of pride. "In the last three days, I’ve been running all over the forest, killing over forty of these snakes to gather enough material. Don't let the size fool you; its physical defense crushes any equipment of the same grade. Most importantly, clothing woven from this snake hide adheres completely to the skin the moment it touches bodily secretions. Unless you apply the saliva of the Black-Patterned White-Chapter Snake, it is impossible to take off!"

Vane, who had been listening for a while, carefully pondered this and clapped her hands in delight. "Why use such a roundabout way of saying it? Isn't this just a bio-material 'chastity pair of shorts'? Oh my