I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Akai Mary paused and added another sentence.

"Will you be back tonight?"

"Maybe... No, I'll take the key with me anyway."

Serabelle thought carefully and said.

The British girl curled her lips and nodded slightly.

"Got it, let's do it again, right here."

Serabelle immediately raised an exclamation mark above her head: "Eh? But Sister Mary, didn't you just say in the bathtub..."

"It doesn't matter. You have already muddied the water. It's just a matter of more or less."

The British girl stood up from the water, turned around, changed her posture and sat down again facing the boy, she stretched out her arms to hug him and pressed her hot cheeks against his strong chest.

"Don't worry about me. This situation should be easier than in the car."

Chapter 873 Sister Bei: Hmm, still so many~?

It was seven o'clock in the evening. In the top-floor suite of a hotel in Tokyo, the crisp and pleasant elevator bell rang in the living room.

Hey~

A clear voice echoed, and the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and Serabelle walked out.

Looking around, everything in the suite was still the same as when I came last time.

Serabelle didn't know how long Vermouth had lived here. After all, the blonde witch seemed to have lived here for some time before he first came.

But judging from the latter's personality, Vermouth is obviously not the type of person who likes to stay in the same place for a long time.

Serabelle didn't know how long she planned to live here, but judging from the fact that she could still enter the top-floor suite at will, it was obvious that the suite still belonged to Vermouth.

And the scene before us just proves this point.

Warm glass lights shone down from above. In the middle of the living room, a blonde beauty in a bathrobe sat cross-legged on the sofa, elegantly holding a glass of red wine in her hand and shaking it gently. She turned her head to the side and looked out the window at the bright lights of downtown Tokyo.

"Sharon..."

Serabelle spoke softly, as if she was like this every time he came, always sitting on the sofa in the living room with a glass of red wine in her hand, looking elegant, as if waiting for someone.

As for the person he was waiting for, it was naturally——

"Bell."

Hearing the sound coming from the direction of the elevator, the blonde beauty seemed to come back to her senses from her thoughts and looked back. The smile on the corner of her red lips brightened the atmosphere in the room.

She tilted her head back and drank the red wine in the glass, put the glass on the coffee table in front of her, and then patted the sofa next to her.

"Come on, come to your sister."

"..."

Needless to say, Serabelle followed suit.

As soon as I sat down, someone from the other side came over immediately.

Just like treating her husband who just came home in the middle of the night, Vermouth coaxed her up and started sniffing her carefully, from top to bottom and from front to back, especially the area around the neck and collarbone, which she examined strictly.

Not until she had tasted even her fingertips did she finally stop, humming softly and licking her tongue.

"Hmm... Although I can't smell the scent of another woman, there is a faint scent of shower gel. And this shower gel doesn't look like the one used in the hotel. It looks like it was made at home? Did you just have sex with your sister Mary before leaving?"

It can be said that she is worthy of being the Thousand-Faced Witch who can see through people's hearts. She deduced the truth almost exactly in no time.

But before Serabelle could admit it, Vermouth continued sucking her fingers.

"Or did you take it at the house of the female lawyer next door? You just had sex with her daughter~ huh?"

As she spoke, she put her index finger on Serabelle's chin, tilted the boy's head slightly, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"But I think the former is more likely. After all, your sister Mary...right?"

Serabelle: "..."

To be honest, before he came, he was a little worried that after what happened yesterday, Vermouth might have some psychological burden. But looking at her now, let alone psychological burden, she might even be in a better state of mind than before.

This is almost letting myself go.

"I just came from home."

Serabell sighed slightly, and casually pushed aside the blonde's hand that was touching her chin. Then she used both arms to pick her up from the sofa and placed her steadily on her lap in a princess-like position.

This action might cause a small exclamation for other women, but for Vermouth, she seemed to think it was just the right time. She put her legs together and laid them flat on her side, and hugged the boy's neck in a more seductive posture.

"I knew it~"

The blonde beauty smiled seductively, lowered her head slightly, and rested her cheek on Serabel's shoulder with her arm.

"I knew she didn't take the medicine when she was in the combat meeting room yesterday. She asked Elena to help her develop a new medicine, and as expected, it can make her smaller, right?"

"But there is one more thing that I am very curious about."

Vermouth changed the subject, raised her head and leaned close to the boy's ear, breathing sweetly.

"With your sister Mary's current condition, can she really satisfy you? Let me test it now——"

……

As the saying goes, practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Serabell originally came out of concern for Vermouth's mental health, but due to the latter's non-cooperation, this segment had to be cancelled in the end.

However, considering that if psychological pressure is not released over time, it will have serious impact on both the mind and the body, it becomes very important to release the pressure.

As for if you don't have any pressure, then venting is not a bad thing, it can also make your body and mind happier.

So this venting lasted for a full three hours.

From seven in the evening until ten at night, when the nightlife in Tokyo, the city that never sleeps, reached its peak, the noise in the suite gradually subsided.

By the sink in the suite's bathroom, the blonde Thousand Faces Witch lay on her side lovingly against the boy's chest, her aqua eyes slightly closed, her toes soaking in the water sometimes contracted and sometimes relaxed, as if the word "satisfaction" was written all over her body.

The tip of her index finger rested motionlessly on Serabelle's heart, her breath gentle and long.

However, even though her fingers were soft, her mouth was still quite firm.

"So your sister Mary is no good either. She just came from home, but she still has so much... thick semen."

"is it?"

Serabelle raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Because basically every time he leaves the body, he no longer has the chance to touch it, so he rarely pays attention to issues such as the intensity.

But he still knew this basic common sense: the more you do at one time, the less and less it will become later on.

And the problem is that he and Sister Mary did a lot when they were at home, and they increased the number of students in the Children's Palace by two or three times.

Can it still be rich and dense like this?

"How many times did you do it at home?" Vermouth suddenly asked.

"Four... five times."

Serabelle recalled and replied.

Four or five times?

Upon hearing this data, Vermouth immediately had a big question mark in her mind.

First of all, Serabelle is also a human being, and she is aware of this. Even though her abilities in that area far exceed the normal scientific statistical standards for men, she can still be defeated as long as there are enough people.

For example, everyone in the war room last night was on it together or something.

So it is natural that as the frequency increases, it is quite reasonable for the frequency to become less and less.

But the number of five times is obviously beyond common sense. To be able to maintain the quality and quantity for five times in a row, are you some kind of tentacle monster?

This is obviously impossible, unless it was the effect of the medicine Elena took yesterday...

Thinking of this, Vermouth licked her lips, and a dangerous idea popped up in her mind.

"By the way, Bell, would you like to accompany your sister to do an experiment?"

"…What are you going to do now?"

"Nothing, just give it a try~"

Chapter 874: Serabel's unlimited firepower!

As the saying goes, scientific experiments often involve opportunities and risks.

To put it bluntly, in order to fulfill her sudden dangerous idea, Vermouth had to work ten to fifteen times as hard as usual tonight.

To put it simply, she almost broke, and not just once, but four or five times in a row.

From ten o'clock in the evening to three in the morning, the five hours plus the three hours from seven to ten in the morning add up to a total of eight hours.

This duration is completely beyond the human limit, even for female agents with excellent physical fitness.

But in order to prove her bold idea, Vermouth persisted.

From front to back, from bottom to top, from the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain to the Five Finger Mountain, he even dyed his lips and teeth white.

We changed locations several times during the process.

But even so, Vermouth was exhausted in the end, and her brain went offline several times.

In comparison, Serabelle, who was on the working ox side, was in relatively good condition. Not only was she conscious, she also took Vermouth, who was truly in a state of "not being able to move a finger," to the bathroom to take a bath again.

After taking a shower, she returned to the living room. Thanks to the powerful ventilation system of the top-level suite, the air in the living room had become fresh again after Serabelle's tossing and turning. Even if she sniffed carefully, she could hardly detect any peculiar smell.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be the smell coming from the few opened bottles of energy drinks and the steak plates on the coffee table.

Among them, the functional drink is Vermouth, which is specially used to replenish water and restore physical strength.

As for the steak, it was ordered by Vermouth specifically for Serabelle. The original words were - this was also part of the experimental procedure.

Just like that, as the battle was finally declared over, the two returned to where they started, sitting quietly together on the sofa.

Vermouth put on the bathrobe provided by the hotel, closed her eyes and leaned her head on the boy's shoulder.

She really didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

Serabelle used her fingers to comb the hair scattered on her cheeks bit by bit and asked in a low voice.

"Sharon?"

There is no clear meaning, it is just to test the other party's current state.

Even Serabell didn't expect Vermouth to give any answer. After all, she was so tired that it wouldn't be surprising if she relaxed and lost consciousness on the spot.

Although it was mentioned earlier that because the aerobic exercise has just ended and the body has not yet cooled down, it is not suitable for sleeping.

But if you are already unconscious, then it doesn't matter.

However, Vermouth still responded lightly.

"Don't worry... Sister, I'm still awake, it's just... cough, cough..."

In the first half of the sentence her voice was just a little hoarse and intermittent, but towards the end she suddenly started coughing.

Serabelle quickly picked up the water that had been prepared on the coffee table and gave her a sip.

After drinking the cold boiled water, Vermouth's voice obviously recovered a lot.

"By the way, I haven't come to a conclusion yet... Speaking of which, Elena is really brave. She actually gave you that kind of medicine..."

"What kind?"

Serabelle was still confused.

Although Elena had hinted to him at Sera's house during the day that there was a high probability of some enhancing effect in that aspect, because all the output in the past few hours had entered Vermouth's stomach, there was no such thing as leaving any samples for him to compare.

And there were no particular physical changes, at all.

"Well, to put it simply, it will increase your endurance, as long as your nutrition keeps up."

After drinking several sips of water, Vermouth's voice gradually became fluent again, but she still had no strength.

"That steak, do you think it was just for you to fill your stomach as a midnight snack? I compared it briefly. I completely emptied your ammunition depot before you ate the steak. Logically, it would only become more and more scarce after that, because recovery also takes time."