I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Vermouth hummed twice without commenting, and instead of letting go, she wrapped her arms around the boy's shoulders and tightened them a little, then tilted her head and gently rested her cheek, which was slightly hot due to blood circulation, on Serabel's collarbone.

Then she stuck out her tongue and, like a cat, used the tip of her tongue to skim across the latter's Adam's apple, her eyes slightly slanted and her tone becoming more seductive.

“Really? Really? You said you wanted to help me take a bath, but I could feel… you beating?”

"...If you walk away, it will stop beating."

"Really~"

Vermouth continued to move closer and blew gently towards the drooping ear.

"Can I understand this to mean that as long as I'm not here, even if it's another woman, you won't... huh?"

She even raised her eyebrows provocatively.

Serabel stopped talking. He felt that he should have continued training until Vermouth had used up all his energy to trash talk.

However, it’s not too late now…

"Speak, why aren't you talking?"

While Serabelle had already thought of a countermeasure, Vermouth was still unconsciously poking the boy's chin with her fingertips, finding it increasingly amusing.

Then the next second she suddenly felt herself floating in the air.

It wasn't that Serabelle threw her out directly. She was still tied tightly to the former like a large bellyband, but Serabelle stood up by herself.

The two's movements created huge waves on the surface of the bathing pool, and a large amount of bath water poured down along the lines of their skin, and then -

ding dong~

In the front living room, which is dozens of meters away from the innermost bathroom and can only be reached by passing through a series of rooms including the study, home theater, bedroom, etc., a crisp elevator prompt sound breaks the tranquility in the air.

The elevator door slowly opened to both sides, and Curacao, dressed in a hotel work uniform, walked out.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, she couldn't help but sniffing, and then frowned slightly.

The air in the living room was indeed a bit turbid. In addition to the two completely incompatible smells of red wine and coffee, there was also a familiar smell of high-end perfume in the middle, and... probably the scent of heather.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. As a former core member of the winery, although Curacao himself is not very interested in such things, he roughly knows what is going on.

But such a strong smell was still far beyond her understanding.

How much must it be cooked to have such a strong taste...

After glancing at the miserable scene on the sofa, Curacao quickly retracted his gaze and turned to the inner room.

This is the last floor of large flat suites that ordinary people need a staff permission card to access. This is the top floor.

She had already searched the suites below one by one in the previous few hours, spending some extra time to avoid being discovered. She also kept an eye on the movements of the elevator to prevent Serabelle from going downstairs and leaving while she was searching each floor.

But the result of these several hours of hard work was that nothing was found, not even a shadow of it was seen.

In other words, this last remaining large flat is the only possible outcome, and Serabelle can only be here.

As for what they are here for...

Curacao couldn't help but recall the mess on the sofa in his mind. He shook his head and began to explore the inner room little by little.

It has been confirmed that there is no one in the living room.

There is no one in the study...

There is no tea room either...

The soundproof sliding door of the home theater was simply left open. It was pitch black inside and the lights were not on, so there was no way anyone was there.

Although the bedroom door was closed, there seemed to be no one inside from the sound I heard from under the crack.

So after a series of explorations, Curacao, who had passed the bedroom, finally heard a slight movement.

It came from the direction of the innermost bathroom. Although the voice was slightly out of tune due to the excitement caused by some kind of collision, Curacao recognized the voice at once.

Is it Vermouth?

And it sounds like?!

Without having time to think more, Curacao quickened his pace and walked towards the sound, and stopped when he reached the bathroom door... Of course, to be precise, it cannot be called a door, it should be called a corner, because the bathroom is open and can be directly reached from the left and right corridors of the entire flat.

When Curacao poked his head out from behind the corner, he just happened to see Serabelle holding Vermouth and standing up from the water in the bathtub against the wall of the bathroom.

The former leaned down and pressed his arms on the edge of the bathtub.

The latter used her hands and feet to straighten her slender waist like a sloth, and her white neck stretched backward as far as possible, with her long, soft golden hair hanging down due to gravity.

what……

Curacao, who was deeply shocked by such a scene, opened his mouth silently and stood there, forgetting to hide his body for a moment, and was seen by Vermouth who tilted her head back.

The two people's eyes accidentally met in mid-air, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Because Serabel didn't see it, his time was not frozen, but he could feel that Vermouth suddenly froze.

So he raised his head and took a look.

"..."

"..."

There is nothing to say to each other but silence.

The non-still picture in the bathroom lasted for about ten seconds, and Vermouth was the first to come out of the petrified state and break the silence.

"What a coincidence, Curacao. Can I ask why you are here? And you are wearing the clothes of a hotel staff. Could it be that after leaving the organization, you have seamlessly joined this hotel as a cleaner in order to make a living?"

"No, I just..."

Curacao spoke incoherently.

Logically, she shouldn't be so nervous, but why...

Before she could finish a complete sentence, Vermouth's tone suddenly softened and he freed one hand to make a hook in the air.

"Well, now that we're here, how about taking a bath together?"

"I... don't need it..."

Curacao said "no more" in a panic and turned and ran away.

Only then did Serabelle finally come to her senses.

"Why did she come up here?"

"It's obvious. Of course, he stole the work clothes and access cards of the hotel employees."

Vermouth said as a matter of course.

"It's not difficult for her to do these things with her skills."

"No... I mean why would she think of running up here." Serabel reiterated.

"Ah? Is that even necessary?"

Vermouth tightened her arms, pulled up her upper body, moved close to the boy's ear, and gently bit his earlobe with her canine teeth.

"I must have caught up with you because I saw you coming up, you sinful man."

Chapter 659: Mary Begins to Develop Strength (Happy)

Compared with Yukiko, the junior sister, Vermouth’s skill in clinging is ten or even nine times better than the former.

Serabelle originally planned to go back after dinner, but she stayed out until nearly ten o'clock in the evening.

By the time he got home, Akai Mari was already preparing to take a bath and rest.

In the Sera family's living room, the aroma of dinner had long since dissipated without a trace because of the open windows for ventilation. The door of the bathroom on the corridor facing the bedroom was closed, but the heater inside was on, and the bright, almost dazzling sunlight shone through the frosted glass on the door.

Mary Akai walked out of the side bedroom holding a change of clothes. When she passed the corridor, she saw the door of the entrance was open and Serabelle was changing her shoes with one hand against the wall, so she stopped.

She said lightly.

"came back?"

"Uh... um."

After changing into slippers and stepping onto the dust-falling area, Serabelle nodded slightly awkwardly.

After all, if you really count, he had been out since yesterday morning, and he just came back now, which means he had been away from home for more than thirty-six hours.

During this time he didn't even say when he would be back, nor did he tell Mary what he was doing.

But I should be able to guess it roughly...

"You seem to have something to confess." The British girl said lightly.

"Ah."

Serabelle continued to nod.

Mary Akai looked him up and down calmly and snorted softly.

"I'm glad you're not hurt. Come in and talk slowly."

Come in, of course, means into the bathroom.

Actually, Serabelle had already taken a bath at Vermouth's place, but in order to avoid any more bad luck at this time, he went back to his room and got some clothes to change into, then followed Akai Mari into the bathroom.

The bathtub at home is naturally not comparable to the bathtub in Vermouth's suite in terms of size. Even if two adults are taking a bath together, it is quite difficult for them to turn around.

But for Akai Mari in her current body, it is just right for her to be with Serabell.

In the misty bathtub, there were two figures, one big and one small.

Serabelle sat behind Akai Mari, holding a bath towel in both hands and gently rubbing the girl's smooth back.

Akai Mary didn't even turn her head and said, "Tell me, did you disobey me and get involved in the FBI's affairs?"

"No."

"Really? Then let me ask it another way. Did you get involved in that Curacao thing?"

"……Um."

Serabelle could only nod in acknowledgment.

Hearing this, the British girl sighed softly in frustration.

"I should have told you not to get involved in this matter, but you went there anyway. Who asked you to go? The ex-wife of the writer who was killed in Los Angeles? Or..."

Akai Mary didn't continue talking, but everyone understood what she wanted to say.

It's easy to imagine that there are only a few people who know about this incident. Apart from the FBI, there are probably only Yukiko and... her younger sister Elena Miyano who just "resurrected from the dead" recently.

"Forget it, what's the final result?"

Akai Mary shook her head.

Now that it has happened, there is no point in dwelling on the cause.

Besides, even if she really found out that it was Yukiko or Elena who instigated them to go, so what? Would she rush over with a gun in the middle of the night to hold them accountable?

What's more, she knew that Serabel was not the type who would unconditionally obey others. Since Serabel decided to get involved, he must have his own ideas.

"As for the result, it should be considered perfect."

Serabelle thought about it seriously.

"Everything that needed to be solved has been solved, and there are no future problems."

Just as he said, Rum was dead, Curacao was successfully instigated by him, his identity was not exposed, and he also had a close relationship with Vermouth... Well, it was really perfect.

Serabelle's mind automatically ignored the scene of Curacao running away from the suite bathroom a few hours ago.

If you put that aside, it would be absolutely perfect.

"Is this so?"

Akai Mari believed what Serabel said without a doubt.

On this point, Serabelle agrees with her idea that you have to believe in the people you should believe in, no matter what they say.

But on the other hand, trust is something that only comes once.

And so far, Serabelle had never deceived her.

So as long as Serabelle said there was no problem, she would believe that there was definitely no problem.