Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Is it an illusion?"

After saying goodbye to Sophia, Winnet walked into the yard and happened to see the fallen leaves.

She recalled the feeling at that time, moved her whole body, concentrated her strength on one point, and punched.

The dead leaves stuck to the back of my hand turned into powder in an instant.

"Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem so exaggerated to break a telephone pole with one's feet..."

Miss Winnet's worldview has been refreshed many times, and her ability to accept things has become stronger.

In the past, she tried to ignore unscientific things and lived a stable life. But now it seems that just ignoring it is not enough, and she must try to adapt.

After holding her breath a little, Winnet walked into the house and saw lights flickering in the backyard from the second-floor window. The small lights on the edge of the swimming pool were lit up.

Not only that, there is also a woman swimming on her back, and her graceful body curves appear even more hazy under the dim light.

After a while, the woman rushed out of the pool like a mermaid, climbed onto the floor tiles, took off her oval swimming cap, revealing her long wavy golden hair, and swung it hard.

Winnet stood by the window and confirmed who was coming.

It's Belmode.

Vermouth took off her swimming goggles gracefully, stretched lazily in the moonlight, and looked up at the window:

"My angel, I have arrived as promised."

“Come here,” Vermouth walked to the small pavilion with two seats like those on the beach and crossed her legs. “I think we can have a good chat on this wonderful night.”

It was difficult for Winette to refuse. After all, she needed Vermouth's help with something, and she would be grateful for what she received.

When Vermouth saw Winnett coming obediently from the courtyard, she threw away the small bottle in her hand and raised her red lips:

"I'll agree to what you mentioned last time as long as you help me paint my nails."

Winette caught the vial.

Violet.

A color with a mature flavor and darker hue.

Winette was a little hesitant:

"What do you mean by nail polish?"

"Hmm? Of course both sides at the same time!" Vermouth said as she lifted her beautiful ankle and curled up her toes.

"Are you kidding?" Winnet's face froze.

She never did anything like this to Shirley!

She had never even touched Shirley’s feet!

"I'm not kidding. If you don't agree, then the agreement between us will be cancelled. What a pity. Your plan to meet that little girl needs to be replanned, and I have to do it myself."

Winette thought about it and realized that if she couldn't dress up as Miyano Akemi, the effect of surprise would be greatly reduced, and Shirley's pursuit of surprise would not be achieved.

This is to surprise Shirley!

That's right, Miss Winnet, what's wrong with making some sacrifices for your lover?

"Can I just paint my hands?" Winnett tried to bargain like a poor girl with limited money.

"No, I didn't enjoy the massage last time. Women also need to be moisturized when they get older. You keep avoiding it now. Although it's cute, you don't understand the beauty of it."

Vermouth was so wanton, she was the embodiment of a succubus in the books. How could she be entrusted with such a private matter? Thinking of Sister Alyssa's teachings that one must never show one's feet to others or let them touch them, Winnett felt even more uneasy.

A strange sense of betrayal.

Although I feel uneasy, I also have the urge to try something different.

"Ok, ok... But you have to teach me your amazing disguise skills!"

Winette thought that since she had to make such a sacrifice, it would be better to get rid of it once and for all.

Next time when you need something, you don't have to be so humble and crawl at her feet to beg her.

The wonderful skill of dressing up as anyone can work wonders at any time. At the critical moment, with such a skill, you can also escape and replace the original with a new one.

"Oh? You want to learn disguise? Sure, if you can learn it."

Seeing that Vermouth agreed, Winnet finally felt that she was not at a big disadvantage.

She guessed that the lap dancer didn't know that she could see clearly, and thought that even if she agreed, she would never be able to learn it, so she agreed so easily.

hum!

Miss Winnet is no longer the same.

Her sniping distance has risen to nearly seven hundred yards, although there is still a big gap compared to Ji Luxi.

Vermouth smiled, flexed her fingers, and stretched them out in front of Winnet:

"bring it on."

Miss Winnett took the tools from the table.

To be honest, this was her first time doing something like this.

After all, dressing yourself up in a flashy way is a disqualification for a priest. Even if you don't become an ascetic, you have to avoid fashion and luxury.

On the other hand, she has no interest in dressing up, and applying some skin care products and sunscreen is already the limit.

Fortunately, even though it was the first time, her hands did not tremble. Holding the small brush, she lifted up Vermouth's curled fingers.

"Apply a primer first."

There are nail polish and topcoat at the back.

There is more than one kind, I have to brush it three times!

Miss Winnett felt that she was at a disadvantage, which meant that she had to flatter Vermouth—

Three times, three times!

Not only that, there were toast, sausages, eggs and bacon, coffee and orange juice on the small round table. In her other hand, Vermouth was reading a pocket book.

Treat her as a servant!

Miss Winnet's mind was working quickly, and she began to think carefully about how to tame the lap dancer into an obedient lamb. She was so angry that she forgot about tomorrow's date.

……

ps: 16 chapters are owed

147 Taste the marrow and know the taste?

"Look at how reluctant you are. If other people saw it, they would think my feet have an unbearable stench."

Seeing Winnet stretching her arms out and applying oil to her toes with a wrinkled face, Vermouth felt unhappy and even a little jealous.

After hearing this, Winette had to correct her attitude in case Vermouth went back on her word.

Holding Vermouth's feet flat, he used a small violet brush to carefully brush them at a fan-shaped angle, trying to keep them even and beautiful.

When she was about to paint her next nail, Vermouth's foot moved and touched her chest.

"Lap dancer, stop moving!" Winnett was furious. "If you do that again, I won't do it!"

Miss Winnett was very suspicious that the lap dancer was taking advantage of her.

Although her size seems dwarfed by that of Vermouth.

Vermouth teased with her toes, then leaned over, lifted Winnet's chin with her index finger, and pulled her little face closer.

Winnett frowned deeply. If it was still within her tolerable range before, this action was a little beyond her "playful range".

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Seeing Winnet's stern face, Vermouth also leaned over to close the distance.

She said in a serious tone:

"You and Shirley are getting too close."

"..."

"Don't underestimate a woman's intuition about feelings. I can tell just by the smell of your body... You haven't been to the hospital recently, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

“It’s nothing. If you want to find a woman, there are plenty of choices…” Vermouth withdrew her foot.

"What if I just want Shirley?" Winnet sneered.

“That’s a pity!” Vermouth sneered back, “Depending on the situation, I might report this to the organization. Then you will just become a pair of miserable lovers. I advise you to get away from her as soon as possible…”

"That makes sense! For my own sake, I should do this. Although I go with the flow, I am not someone who will compromise willfully. If you want to persuade me, you'd better save yourself the trouble."

"It seems that you can't listen to me."

"Vermouth, you are so smart, you shouldn't make this kind of mistake and appear in front of me without any precautions."

"Ah, are you going to silence me, my dark angel?"

"I didn't say that, it was just coercion."

"You are too naive. Even if I don't tell anyone, your frequent interactions with her will eventually be discovered."

"You don't need to worry about this for me."

Vermouth's expression softened, and she pulled Winnet in front of her:

"Your stubbornness is also fascinating..."

Winnet had no idea what the woman in front of her wanted to say. The speed at which her expression changed was too fast for her to cope with.

She asked impatiently:

"Are you still going to apply it?"

"Of course, we're only halfway through the deal, aren't we?"

"I would like to end it right here and now." Winette slapped Vermouth's wrist away.

As a result, she was kissed on the cheek by Vermouth, but this is the etiquette in the United States, so she didn't care much about it, except that she had to wash off the lipstick marks.

Vermouth crossed her legs again, stretched out her half-painted foot, picked up the orange juice and took a sip.

"I think I should prepare some wine... But when using absinthe as the base wine, it is often just itself." Vermouth said thoughtfully, "Because its aroma is too strong, it cannot be compatible with other wines."

"Then let's change to another kind of wine after we finish drinking it." Winette replied calmly.

Winnett sped up her movements, and after getting used to it, her techniques became more skillful.

After all, Winnet now is different from the country pastor who lived in a small town before. She is not without desires at all.

"The hatred is also fake." Winnett quietly finished painting the last of her little toe and looked up at Vermouth. "You and Shirley don't have any hatred. You just don't want her to continue developing drugs."

"But I couldn't stop her, and I didn't want to see her succeed."

"Then ignore it. Think about it, Shirley didn't volunteer to do drug research, but succumbed to the organization, and you are also controlled by the organization. If you hate the drugs developed for the organization, then it is equivalent to opposing the organization itself."

Winette was blunt.

"Maybe. But that girl Shirley has changed you. It's terrible!"

Winette was startled when she heard that. She raised her head and saw Vermouth's ambiguous and teasing smile again.

Vermouth used her hands to make various affectionate gestures, which were very vivid. She smiled and said:

"If it had been before, you would have left in anger if you had encountered the situation just now. However, you only felt ashamed and angry. It seems that Shirley also understands your stubbornness."

"Is it because I have tasted the sweetness, or is it..."

Before Vermouth could say more ambiguous words, Winnet's ears turned red.

"Oh, your reaction is so big. Could it be that you have been toyed with by her all along?"

Winette felt her ears burning.

Is this a teasing and sarcastic test?

"Who, who has been played, lap dancer, don't project your bad thoughts onto others!"

Winette refuted, but it felt like she was making things worse. She didn't think it had any effect at all. Even Vermouth laughed out loud.