I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"I know this……"

Mary Akai couldn't win the argument with her sister and could only nod helplessly.

In fact, this dilemma also applies to Curacao.

However, at this moment, all her energy was focused on being on being on guard against the presence of any organization members around her. She pursed her lips, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes widened, and she was keeping an eye on all directions and keeping an ear to all directions.

Of course, in the eyes of others, she is probably just a Shibuya-style hot girl who looks a little shy and nervous.

As for Serabelle… he was completely numb.

Most of the eyes around were directed at him. To be more precise, after noticing Mary and the other two, they immediately turned to him. All kinds of firepower were concentrated and filled with hostility and jealousy, as if their own had been done something by the boy in front of them.

However, considering the differences in all aspects between the two sides, including but not limited to appearance, figure, fighting power and combat effectiveness, I could only curse the pretty boy loudly in my heart.

"Okay, here we are. This is it."

A moment later, they took the elevator up to the third floor of the commercial plaza and soon arrived at the door of a women's clothing store.

Following the gaze of a certain blonde female scientist, Serabelle looked up at the sign above the store door.

The words on the sign were in French which he couldn't understand, but judging from the decoration inside the store, it must be quite high-end.

"Go in, each pick your own, and then Bell will be in charge of the scoring!"

Elena Miyano agreed immediately, then took the lead and walked into the store with her head held high.

Don't ask me, if you ask me I'm sure it's all OK...

Serabelle thought to herself and followed him in.

In fact, generally speaking, men are prohibited from entering such women's clothing stores alone. Except for a small number of women's clothing stores that have explicit regulations, most of the others do so because doing so will be regarded as a pervert and thus be looked at strangely by others.

But since Serabel was handsome and came with three women, it didn't matter.

After entering the clothing store, the three ladies quickly began to choose clothes among the racks.

Since Serabelle had nothing to do, she simply found a backless leather sofa nearby for guests to change shoes and sat down.

However, before he could even sit down, someone came up to him.

"Hello, are you here with those three ladies?"

"Um……"

Serabelle looked up and saw the person who was speaking was a waitress, who was about twenty years old with freckles on her face. She was wearing the work clothes of the local clothing store and had a work badge on her chest, but it was a little difficult to see because of the reflection.

Serabelle asked calmly.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"Of course no problem."

The waitress smiled.

"I just saw you sitting here alone, so I came over to ask out of curiosity."

"Then your curiosity has been satisfied." Serabelle said expressionlessly, "And compared to this, as a salesperson in a clothing store here, shouldn't you pay more attention to their evaluation of the clothes in your store? Why don't you be a shopping guide and come to talk to me?"

"Well-"

The waitress turned her head and glanced at the three women on the other side of the store who went straight to the area where their favorite clothes were placed after entering.

"Generally speaking, we help guide customers who are confused and at a loss after entering the store. At this time, we need someone to guide them and find out their real needs. For customers like this who have clear goals, there is no need to guide them, as it will only have the opposite effect."

"As for saying something flattering to induce customers to buy clothes, this behavior may be useful for customers who come alone or only bring female friends with them, but since you are here, your evaluation is the only truth."

Well……

After a little thought, Serabelle figured out the trick.

Although it is a bit confusing, it is indeed true from a psychological point of view.

Sure enough, the next second a blonde female scientist's voice called out from the other side of the store.

"Bell~ come and see how this dress looks like?"

"coming."

With a helpless sigh in her heart, Serabelle stood up and walked in the direction.

However, when he walked through the layers of clothes racks in the store and came to the place where Miyano Elena had called him just now, he found that there was no one here at all, only a row of dressing rooms with closed doors.

what the hell?

Serabelle blinked and hadn't figured out what was going on when the door of one of the locker rooms opened. Miyano Elena poked her head out and hooked her finger, lowering her voice with a mysterious look on her face.

"Come here, help me."

what?

What do you want me to help you with? Help me put on my clothes? I haven't put them on yet, have I?

It was even more incomprehensible, but considering that all the locker rooms were private and she had seen everything she should and shouldn't have seen, Serabell just followed suit and pushed the door open.

It was not until he closed the door and turned around to look back that he finally saw Miyano Elena's current condition.

Although all the changing rooms are independent rooms due to the high grade of the clothing store, since their essential function is just for people to change clothes, there is only a sofa and a full-length mirror in the entire room.

Elena Miyano was standing next to the sofa, wearing the OL suit that she had taken a fancy to. The sofa was littered with her jacket, shirt, underwear, etc., even her panties.

She placed her hands on the edge of the sofa, leaned over at 90 degrees, and bent her whole body into a rather exaggerated S-shaped curve, facing the door, and turned back to the boy who had just entered and winked at him with a silky look.

"Okay, come on?"

"..."

Chapter 710: Caught by Sister Bei

"Sister Elena, you'll dirty the clothes in the store."

"Hmm... It doesn't matter. Anyway, I just need to pay for it later... Uh! That's it. If it's my own clothes, I don't have to mess with it any way I want..."

"Sister Elena, what if we are discovered by the store clerk?"

"Well... no, because... because the door is closed, it means there is someone inside. No matter how hard you try, the clerk can't just push the door open and walk in when he sees the door is closed..."

"Well, the clerk probably wouldn't, but if Sister Mary heard it next door, that's not certain."

"Don't worry, as long as Bell says less and we keep our voices down, we will definitely not... Ugh!!!"

Just like the boss in Bengtie who had been beaten to death, Miyano Elena was instantly defeated. She looked up and fell into a state of stiffness for a short time before slowly regrouping and calming down.

However, she did not rush to start the second stage, but first entered a conversation state, stretched out her index finger and gently poked the boy's cheek.

"Besides, what would happen even if Sister Mary knew?"

"Sister Mary will..."

Serabelle wanted to say that Akai Mari would definitely be very angry, but on second thought it seemed unlikely.

After all, he had never concealed his relationships with Yukiko, Princess Eri and other women from Mary, and Mary has never said anything so far and has always maintained an attitude of tacit approval.

Since it's okay with other women, why not with my own sister?

This makes no sense.

So in other words, even if Akai Mari is discovered, it is unlikely that she will be angry... Oh no, it is still possible.

But what made me angry was not that Serabelle actually did this kind of thing with my sister, but that she didn't even call me when she did it?

"Right?"

Seeing that Serabelle stopped talking, Miyano Elena smiled and slid her fingertips from the boy's cheek to his chin and scratched it gently, looking very bright.

"So there's no need to worry about that, we just need to keep going~"

"Wait... stop for a moment."

Seeing that the blonde female scientist was about to continue, Serabell finally couldn't help but stop her.

Miyano Elena did stop, but she did so very reluctantly.

"What's wrong? Any problem again?"

"Of course."

Serabelle glanced at the locker room wall.

"Mary and the others are also trying on clothes. If they come out and don't see us, won't they look for us everywhere? And if they can't find us, will they ask the clerk?"

"Oh, if you put it that way, then it seems to be true..."

Miyano Elena was stunned when she heard this, and finally realized what the problem was.

"Then Bell, please wait for a moment. I'm going to go out and greet Sister Mary and the others first..."

She said and tried to get up.

But it was too late.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

Accompanied by a rhythmic knock on the door, the voice of the shop assistant who had spoken to Serabelle outside came through the door of the dressing room.

"Guest, are you still in there?"

"Uh, I'm here! Wait a minute, I'll be right out!"

In order to cope with the situation, Miyano Elena was forced to raise her voice slightly as she replied, with a barely detectable hint of panic in her voice.

Yes, doing this kind of thing in the changing room of a clothing store is meant to seek excitement, just like bungee jumping requires a rope. The purpose is to experience the thrill of the moment of life and death, not to really want to fall down and be smashed into a meat paste.

The same goes for Elena Miyano. She doesn't want to be caught red-handed by the clerk pushing the door open at this time.

Being accused of soiling her clothes and asked to pay for them was one thing, since she was planning to buy them anyway, but being caught would be extremely embarrassing.

But the reality is exactly the opposite.

The next second, the door handle of the locker room door was pressed from the outside, and the clerk walked in as if she didn't hear any sound from inside, and asked as she walked in.

"Guest, are you here...eh!"

As if shocked by the scene in the dressing room, the clerk who had just entered the door was stunned when she saw the two people sitting on the sofa in the middle of the dressing room.

Miyano Elena's face quickly turned red as well.

Half of it is shame, and half of it is anger.

She stammered and couldn't even speak coherently: "You you you... didn't I tell you not to come in?"

However, the expected apology did not happen. The clerk, who seemed to be shocked and standing there in the last second, suddenly raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly.

"Oh, so it's really you. You're hiding here and doing this secretly?"

It was like a personality switch. The first half of the sentence was still in the voice of a young shop assistant, but in the second half it quickly turned into a mature, slightly sexy and hoarse voice.

"You are……"

Serabelle instantly recognized the voice and raised her eyebrows.

As for Elena Miyano, who was sitting on his lap, her eyes widened suddenly.

Then they saw the shop assistant raise her hand and seem to fiddle with the neck with her fingernails twice, then lift it up and gently tear it off, and a human skin mask fell off.

The long wavy golden hair below fell in large pieces like silk.

The freckled young female shop assistant who looked quiet just a few seconds ago suddenly turned into a stunning world film queen.

“Sashashashalang!?”

Miyano Elena's emerald eyes suddenly widened.

"Why are you here, Sharon?"

"Hehe~ Why are you here? Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"

Vermouth, who had seemingly taken off her disguise as a shop assistant, moved her red lips condescendingly.

She stepped into the dressing room and closed the door behind her, sealing the only exit, her eyes falling on the two people still folded together on the sofa.

"Elena, you've been missing for almost 20 years, hiding from the organization's searches everywhere. Why are you suddenly not hiding now? You even got a new boyfriend and you go out shopping together openly?"

"Well..."

Miyano Elena's eyes rolled and she pouted her lips in a pitiful manner.