I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The Thousand-Faced Witch clicked send with full confidence.

She was sure that Serabelle would agree to the invitation and go upstairs happily, so that they could continue their afternoon battle in the bath.

However, within five seconds, the message from Serabelle came back.

[Ah, it’s not possible tonight, let’s do it tomorrow. ]

???

The completely unexpected answer left Vermouth full of questions.

As the former world film queen known as the Thousand-Faced Witch, she has absolute confidence in her body, and Vermouth is also sure that Serabell is definitely interested in her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so happy in her stomach in the afternoon.

But now he rejected her invitation directly. What does that mean? He just wants to use it and then not use it anymore?

But that doesn’t seem like…otherwise he wouldn’t have said something like tomorrow.

Could it be that he has something else to do? But that shouldn't be the case, right?

The people from the police department have been rescued, Rum is dead, and even the trouble of Curacao is thrown to her.

What else can you do this late at night?

Vermouth couldn't understand it, and the more she couldn't understand it, the more she wanted to think about it, wanting to know why.

This was the first time in her life that she was so curious about the logic behind a person's actions.

Puzzled, Vermouth typed and sent the message again.

[Do you have any other plans tonight? ]

"..."

What’s even worse is that this time he didn’t even reply. Vermouth waited for ten minutes but there was no reply.

Very good, very good, then don’t even think about coming in tomorrow!

The Thousand-Faced Witch became more and more angry the more she thought about it. She put away the smile that was always on her face, threw her phone into the corner of the sofa next to her, took the wine glass and red wine from the coffee table, poured herself a full glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the cold wine, the alcohol had not yet started to take effect, but Vermouth's mind calmed down a little.

So, it’s already this late, where is this guy going?

Thinking of this, Vermouth turned her gaze to the closed notebook on the other side of the coffee table.

……

On the other side, after about twenty minutes of driving, Serabelle successfully arrived at her destination.

Sera's house, 2-chome, Mika Town.

Just like the last time she came, Serabelle rang the doorbell directly outside the gate.

This is the advantage of being a stay-at-home girl. He doesn't even need to call in advance to ask if she is home. Anyway, Elena will definitely be at home no matter what time it is.

As expected, after waiting for about five or six seconds, a slight sound came from the electronic door lock, and the lock was unlocked by remote control.

Serabelle pushed the door open and the moment she stepped into the entrance, a pair of white and slender hands reached out and pinched the boy's cheeks.

Along with it was the voice of a certain blonde female scientist, filled with dissatisfaction.

"Tell me the truth, you did it with Vermouth today, right?"

Chapter 654 You did it with Vermouth, right?

"…You mean, Rum is dead?"

In the living room of the villa, after listening to Serabelle's report, Miyano Elena pulled him to sit on the sofa with a serious expression.

Although she still cared a little about what the former did with Vermouth, Elena Miyano could still tell which was more important.

"died."

Serabelle nodded slightly.

To be honest, the operation tonight was almost perfect, especially with the help of Vermouth, they not only deceived the police department, but also successfully sneaked into the Daikoku Hotel, dealing a fatal blow to Rum, who was still thinking about re-evaluating the loyalty of his subordinates.

The famous melee archer Emiya Juxia once said that if a person is killed, he will die.

This is the only respect in which life is fair to everyone.

No matter you are a king, a general, or the leader of an organization, all it takes is a dinner knife stuck in your brain and everything will be over.

"What about Curacao?"

Elena Miyano suddenly remembered that Serabelle seemed to have missed a very important point in her previous description, which was that she did not explain the follow-up of Curacao.

If Curacao was a man, she would never ask such a question. After all, he was taught by her elder sister and had worked in the MI6 Executive Department. He would do basic exercises like not leaving any troubles even if she was not reminded. The worst that could happen is that she would stab Rum again after stabbing him and that would be the end of it.

But Curacao is a woman, and judging by the video footage from the time, she was a white-haired big sister with a great figure.

Although Serabel didn't believe in not killing women as a life creed, he also stabbed women, but... he usually didn't stab them with a knife.

Serabelle thought for a moment and said, "I'll put her in the hotel for now."

As soon as he said this, Miyano Elena couldn't help but widen her eyes, with the word "as expected" written all over her eyes.

Serabelle continued.

"She can't go back now anyway. Her boss died right in front of her, and she had dinner with the man who killed the second-in-command of the organization and even covered their evacuation. Adding all these things together, it's impossible for her to serve the organization again even if she wants to."

"If she quoted a Chinese classic, you must have forced her into this..."

Miyano Elena shook her head helplessly.

Then she suddenly came to her senses.

"Wait, you guys had dinner together?"

“I ate it…”

Serabelle scratched her face.

Miyano Elena was shocked again.

Based on her understanding of the members of the organization, they are all absolute egoists. Once they find that there is a possibility of getting into trouble, they will immediately try to find a way to escape. As for things like the second-in-command of the organization being killed in front of them, they should immediately counterattack and notify other members of the organization to come and encircle and suppress him.

In this way, even if you fail to defeat the other party in the end, at least you have eliminated the possibility of collaborating with the enemy.

And then you told me that you had dinner together?

This... Do you have such great charisma that you can allow your confidants to watch their immediate boss being killed and still be able to eat calmly?

"Well, that's it in a nutshell."

Serabelle casually brushed off the topic, turned around, put her arms around the blonde female scientist's waist, picked her up and put her on her lap.

The scent of a young man infects her, causing Miyano Elena to blush slightly. She subconsciously straightened her slender waist above her long legs in a duck sitting position, and her breathing rhythm trembled slightly.

"When Rum died, Curacao also disappeared. Even if the organization investigates, they will probably think that there was a conflict between them, which led to Curacao's behavior."

When Serabelle said this, her hand had already been placed inside the hem of Miyano Elena's clothes.

"By contrast, if we kill the boss first, Rum will definitely realize that this is an attack on the organization from outside. If we can't solve it before he gets the news, he will definitely hide without a trace. It will be almost impossible to find him at that time..."

"stop!"

Miyano Elena blushed and gave a soft cry to stop this guy from doing something serious with his words but not with his hands.

She grabbed Serabel's wrist and pulled her claws, which still smelled of dairy products, out of her clothes, then pressed both of them against the back of the sofa as if they were in a locker room battle.

"I suddenly remembered that you haven't answered my question yet. Did you do that kind of thing with Vermouth this afternoon?"

"...Afternoon? Can't you monitor my phone only at night?"

Serabelle tried to avoid the question.

"No." Miyano Elena curled her lips, "What I said is that if I want to borrow Dr. Agasa's computer, I can only do it secretly at night, but I have intercepted the permissions of your phone, so I can use it anytime... Wait, you haven't answered my question yet, do you have it or not?!"

"…You've been monitoring my phone, so why are you asking me?"

At this moment, Serabelle looked like a Shiba Inu with its neck strangled. Although he was completely suppressed by the werewolf's endless restraint, he still tried to continue practicing Tai Chi.

"Because you didn't carry your phone with you all the time!"

At this point, Miyano Elena didn't care anymore and directly started the suicide truck mode.

"I know you went to Vermouth's place, and I heard her invite you to take a bath together, and then there was no sound. I thought you were just joking, but about half an hour later I heard you guys seemed to be doing that kind of thing..."

Ah, so it was that time.

Hearing this description, Serabelle understood instantly.

What Elena Miyano said about there being no sound at first but then sound coming back should be referring to the time when he came out of the bathroom wearing Vermouth and went to the living room to get a laptop and a chair.

Of course, he didn't really argue with Vermouth at that time, it was just because of the bumps when he was walking, so...

"Tell the truth quickly, is there anything wrong?"

Sensing the boy's attempt to evade responsibility, Miyano Elena, feeling that she had caught something, raised the corner of her mouth and moved closer. Her lenses glowed white under the light, as bright as a blind person's.

But she obviously made a wrong move, she shouldn't have continued to get closer.

Because Serabelle also came over.

"Eh?"

The soft touch imprinted on her lips, and Miyano Elena's eyes widened slightly.

She is a researcher rather than a fighter, so her physical fitness is no match for Serabelle.

The hands that were originally used for suppression were twisted behind the back in an instant, and the strong arms were put around the waist again.

After the kiss ended, Serabelle looked up at the blonde female scientist who was clearly in a dominant position but was firmly controlled, and slowly exhaled.

"Then how about Sister Elena come and confirm it herself?"

"Don't... I still, um... um~"

There was no room for resistance, and Elena Miyano soon received the same treatment as Vermouth in the bathroom in the afternoon.

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Wrong picture, this should be the one

Chapter 655: The Emperor Dan Princess Double Row is about to begin!

Time flies and it is already the next day, another two-day happy weekend.

Weekends mean rest, and rest means getting up late.

The fight in Sera's house yesterday lasted until after midnight. As it was too late, Serabelle simply did not go back and stayed in the villa.

The view turns to the bedroom on the second floor. The curtains with 100% light-blocking performance are drawn tightly. The room is dim. Only the electronic alarm clock with a temperature and humidity meter on the bedside table is still emitting a faint white light.

It's already 9:40 in the morning.

In the warm bed, Serabelle lay on her side, pressed against Elena Miyano's back from behind, with one hand gently resting on the latter's flat belly.

He was actually awake, but since Elena was still asleep, he was too lazy to get up and just continued to lie down.

"Well……"

Just like the subconscious murmur of a cat at the end of its sleep, Elena Miyano, who originally had her eyes slightly closed and breathing steadily, suddenly straightened her body and stretched her arms forward as far as she could. Her long legs hidden under the quilt also entangled together like two pythons and stretched downwards with force.

The ultimate stretch is followed by extreme relaxation.

After maintaining this posture for about three or four seconds, Miyano Elena suddenly turned around in the quilt and turned 180 degrees in the boy's arms. Although her eyes were still closed, she was able to accurately stretch out her arms and hug the latter's neck.

He was still mumbling "ulu ulu" in his mouth.

"Good morning, Bell..."

"Good morning."

Following her posture after turning around, Serabelle moved her hand from the blonde scientist's belly to her lower back.

However, this action was obviously misunderstood by Elena Miyano.

She hummed twice in a rhythmic way that sounded both coquettish and refusal, and used one hand to poke Serabel on the face.