[ for a moment hua cheng is poised to protest that any pain is the kind of pain he wants, especially if it's delivered alongside pleasure, but tomura forestalls this neatly with a confession of his own. it's evident that he doesn't mean to say it, exactly—hua cheng might not be able to see the darkened color of tomura's suit, but he can definitely read the body language as he snaps his mouth shut and blushes.

and isn't that an intriguing idea. two cocks, in lieu of hua cheng's fist... what a blessing that he happens to be trapped in a phone booth with a man who can change the shape of his body at will. ]

It's doable, [ hua cheng says immediately, interest lighting up his visible eye as he looks down at tomura. ] I can do it.

[ it occurs to him now that while tomura knows from experience that hua cheng has plenty of power, he's never shown tomura his san lang disguise, nor has he explicitly told him that his body is a construct of his own ghostly qi. while the technicalities of it are probably a conversation for a different time, hua cheng feels that he ought to qualify his response with something a little more tangible than just i can do it. ]

I can change my shape as I wish, [ he says. ] If you want to take two cocks I will gladly give you two cocks to take.