My lover is this organization

"No more." Vodka was the first to respond.

"No." Cohen also shook his head.

Although Bourbon didn't say anything, he shook his head slightly.

The silver-haired beauty's gaze skipped over Vermouth and fell on Qin Wuque, saying to the others, "Then disband now. Xuehua, you come with me..."

"He belongs to me tonight." Vermouth spoke slowly, her unhurried tone containing the queen's irresistible attitude.

"..."

Gin stopped talking immediately and just stared at Vermouth with his dark green eyes, with coldness gradually gathering in his pupils.

“Oh?” As if she had discovered a new world, Vermouth raised her eyebrows in surprise, and a charming arc appeared at the corner of her lips. “Why, could it be that the head of the executive department still has some tasks to assign at this late hour? You know, women who often stay up late will have bad skin~”

"This matter has nothing to do with you, Vermouth. I suggest you not to embarrass yourself." The silver-haired beauty said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Bourbon and the others who were originally ready to turn around and leave did not leave. They stopped and wanted to look back, but when their eyes met the pretty face of a certain Qin band leader that looked like ten thousand years of ice, they were shocked and then quickly turned around and left at three times the speed.

There is a cause of death called knowing too much.

"Ah~ The Minister has such great authority~" Vermouth crossed her arms in front of her chest, deliberately showing off her round shape in front of Gin, "Why? So is there any mission that requires you to bring someone to the office in the middle of the night to complete?"

"There is no mission, I just have something to tell you." The silver-haired beauty's tone seemed to be slightly gnashing of teeth.

"Haah~"

Vermouth covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, pretending to be sleepy, smacking her lips and said, "Really, why can't you explain things at any time? Let's talk about it tomorrow... Let's go to bed~"

After saying that, she grabbed Qin Wuque, who had a Quincy look on his face, and dragged him by the collar and left the training hall in a chic manner.

……

The perspective changed, and Qin Wuque was dragged back to the dormitory by Vermouth.

As soon as he entered the room, he was embraced by a warm hug, and at the same time, two soft lips blocked his lips impatiently.

In the air filled with a faint scent of perfume, Qin Wuque was pushed directly onto the bed by Vermouth.

However, just when he thought that what was about to happen would be as simple, rough but exciting as usual, he suddenly felt a soft hand entering his waistband like a snake and forcefully grasping a hot joystick.

Qin Wuque almost choked on his own saliva.

"Fuck, Sister Bei, what are you doing..."

The blonde beauty crawling on him had a fierce look in her eyes.

"Tell the truth! Tell me now! What did you do when you went to New York with that murderous woman?"

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Forget it, I won't touch it anymore. If the color really fades, then GG, the white legs will turn into black legs, and I will be torn apart QwQ

Chapter 175 Sister Bei's concerns

Under the coercion and inducement of the blonde beauty, Qin Wuque was "forced" to confess everything that happened between him and Captain Qin in New York.

Of course, he would answer every question Vermouth asked honestly, and with every answer, the former would sit down hard as if in revenge.

There is no need to warn about pelvic cracking, after all, Bayley has a perfect figure and is not a 500-pound fat woman. Although her weight is over 100 pounds, there is a saying that if you weigh less than 100 pounds, you are either flat-chested or short.

And Bayley is neither flat-chested nor short, so it is normal for her to weigh over 100 pounds. At best, it can only be considered as mutual harm.

But Vermouth still overlooked one point, that is, although Qin Wuque's "reserves" were not much beyond that of normal humans, his "recovery ability" was almost infinite.

So, not only did she misjudge the opponent's recovery ability, but she was also unable to deal enough damage to take him down in one go, and even when the opponent cheated with an infinite resurrection armor, Vermouth, who was determined to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of her own, was decisively squeezed and injected, and finally... overflowed!

“Heh… huh…”

In the dark room, Vermouth was lying on her side on the messy bed, breathing softly, her narrowed aqua-green eyes were extremely moist and full of satisfaction.

It had been a long time since she had felt so good.

The thin white quilt just covered ten centimeters below her shoulders and was held down by the weight of her arms. The front cushioning armor on her chest was tightly fitted together under the pull of gravity, outlining an arc of deep darkness.

A solid chest pressed against her fair back.

Under the soft orange light from the bedside lamp above his head, Qin Wuque tilted his head and rested his chin on Vermouth's shoulder with distinct collarbones. His arms, which were not too strong but had clear muscle lines, gently wrapped around her slender waist from behind. His palms, which radiated heat, covered her abdomen, which should have been extremely smooth, as if he was groping for the tightness of the slightly bulging abdomen.

"Are you comfortable now?" He tapped his fingers twice mischievously and then moved them back and forth.

"Um--"

What followed was the sound of Vermouth gasping for air, mixed with a faint groan of shame.

"Don't move~" She moved with some difficulty, turned around and gave a certain dog head a coquettish roll of the eyes, "You will be squeezed out."

"It sounds so bitter." Qin Wuque scratched his face. "So, every time... how do you solve it afterwards, sister Bei? As far as I know, that... shouldn't have any digestive function, right?"

"… squeeze it out."

"Ah?" Qin Wuque didn't understand.

"I said squeeze it out!" A trace of shame and anger flashed across Vermouth's eyes.

If it were another woman, she would probably use words like "pour out" or "cleanse", but the problem is that the amount of "injection" of this bastard is huge, just like a non-human, making her belly feel like a soft bun filled with white salad dressing every time, and a large lump will squeeze out with a slight press.

In the end, looking at the toilet bowl full of white unknown substance, even Vermouth herself felt a little scared and couldn't understand how it could have been contained.

And the intense feeling brought by each pressing made her feel that the nerve called reason in her heart was almost melted.

"Ah, this..." Qin Wuque was shocked by this answer, "Then, how about I carry you to the bathroom now, Sister Bei?"

"Not now, wait a moment." Vermouth calmed her breathing, "Let me rest for a while."

If she squeezed in now, she was really afraid that she would lose consciousness in the bathroom due to the strong stimulation and the afterglow of the climax that had not yet completely dissipated.

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about whether you did the same thing with that woman Gin back then?" A teasing smile appeared in her eyes. "I think she's usually as cold as an inorganic substance. Could she be the legendary type who is usually a pure girl but turns into a lustful woman in the second she gets in bed?"

"Not really." Qin Wuque recalled for a moment, and his tone suddenly became a little subtle.

Vermouth let out an unexpected sound.

"Tell me in detail, please." She raised her queenly eyebrows.

"No, forget it." As if PTSD was triggered, Qin Wuque's desire to survive was instantly maximized.

As a veteran Internet surfing enthusiast, although Qin Wuque's interests are mainly concentrated on old two-dimensional aspects such as games and animation, under the information bombardment of today's Internet age, he has inevitably read some articles with titles like "The top ten behaviors of boys that girls hate the most" or "Girls' favorite dressing styles of boys".

Although most of the content is just bullshit for fun, Qin Wuque feels that one of the things he said makes a lot of sense, which is -

Try to avoid talking about other women in front of your girlfriend, especially your ex-girlfriend, even if your girlfriend brings it up.

Because the reality often turns out that it is your girlfriend who makes you talk, and it is also your girlfriend who gets angry and asks you to coax her, so in the end, you are the one who is not a human being anyway.

It's very cracked.

The two hugged each other in silence for a while. After about ten minutes, Vermouth suddenly took a deep breath, as if she had finally made up her mind.

She opened her mouth slowly and said, "You know, I wanted to kill Shirley countless times."

She made a huge determination before she said this, but she said it in a light tone, as if she was saying that she had seafood ramen for lunch.

"Hmm~" Qin Wuque adjusted his posture and hugged her in a way that made Vermouth feel him better. He pecked her flawless cheek lightly with his lips and signaled her to continue.

"Because I hate her parents, I hate the Miyano couple for making that medicine and turning me into what I am now." Vermouth spoke very lightly, but Qin Wuque could hear a heavy feeling in her words, "For a long time, I really felt that I was living like a monster, not getting old, and not dying, but everyone I know is getting older. They may struggle in the process of getting older, but they will eventually accept it with relief."

"No?" Qin Wuque thought about it seriously, "I remember that Kudo Shinichi's mother was quite young. I remember her name was... Fujimine Yukiko?"

“Now her name is Kudo Yukiko.” Vermouth corrected him in astonishment. “Besides, why do you care about her? She has been out of the film industry for nearly 20 years. She is already married, and her son is almost as old as you!”

"I'm just giving an example." Qin Wuque had an innocent expression. He rubbed his chin against Vermouth's shoulder affectionately. "And according to this logic, wouldn't I be even more of a monster? Sister Bei, you're only immortal, but I'm truly immortal, and I'm also immortal!"

That tone highlighted pride.

"That's... due to your family environment." Vermouth hesitated.

She originally wanted to say that it was because your whole family were the same kind of people as you, but after thinking about it, she felt that it seemed a bit too much to say so, so she changed to a relatively more euphemistic statement.

"That's right~" Qin Wuque sniffed the fragrance from the blonde's big waves, "So, what now?"

"Now?" Vermouth chuckled.

With the sound of rustling cloth, Vermouth broke away from Qin Wuque's arms and turned over on the spot, facing him from her back.

She stretched out her hands and gently held the latter's cheeks, her beautiful aqua-green eyes reflecting softly, "I don't think about it anymore. Suzuki Ryoji once said that the inner world of monsters is a maze. Each monster lives in its own maze, so it is difficult for them to find each other. Only the monsters themselves can cross the maze and find the exit. When they meet at the exit, they will develop feelings for each other... just like us."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and kissed him hard again.

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The second update will be a little later. I don’t know what’s going on today, but I feel a bit lazy for no apparent reason. Maybe it’s because the weather is so good after such a long time.

Chapter 176 Good Sister

Curacao wakes up in pure white.

She opened her eyes dazedly, and the first thing that came into her sight was the unfamiliar white ceiling, and the touch of the bed beneath her was no longer the familiar one.

Am I... losing consciousness?

She recalled slowly, vaguely remembering that it seemed that she had taken the initiative to attack Vino at the meeting, and then what happened after that... She didn't remember much about what happened after that.

Curacao silently collected her scattered thoughts and suddenly realized that the room was too quiet, even eerily quiet. Apart from her own breathing, the only sound was the monotonous ticking of the quartz clock. Not only did it not disturb others, but it also made people feel drowsy.

She stretched her neck slightly and looked around, and found that this should be a medical room, and she was lying on the only bed in the medical room. The desk where the doctor in a white coat should be sitting was also empty. She was the only one left in the entire medical room.

Judging from the time on the quartz clock and the intensity of the sunlight shining through the curtains outside the window, it should be noon of the next day.

The Japanese branch's style of doing things is just as simple and rough as its head. They never care about anything fancy. I don't know whether it should be said that they are careless or confident. They didn't even give her the most basic face-saving glucose, as if they believed that her injuries were not serious and she would be able to get up and eat to replenish her nutrition immediately after waking up.

Or is this treatment only directed at myself?

Curacao thought so while trying to get up from the bed.

She didn't know the exact severity of her injuries, but judging from the feeling she had when she just woke up and lying in bed, her whole body didn't seem to be too uncomfortable, so her injuries probably weren't serious...hiss!

Just as Curacao tried to get up from the bed by supporting her upper body with her elbows, she couldn't help but frown because of the sudden severe pain in her chest and back.

She felt as if someone had stabbed her whole body with the Hokuto Hundred Fists, especially her chest and back, which hurt as if they were about to split apart, and even her head was aching slightly.

Fortunately, judging from the way the pain occurred, it should be just a simple muscle injury. There is no problem with the bones, and it has little impact on her mobility.

So who exactly is this Vino... Curacao thought.

You have to know that she was just an ordinary person more than a year ago. She was chosen by the organization because of her photographic memory. However, after more than a year of training under Rum, there is no one in the entire training base who can match her.

Somehow, when thinking of this, the pair of golden eyes of Qin Wuque suddenly appeared in Curacao's mind.

And she also remembered that Rum once said that she had golden eyes.

Curacao himself was not clear about the origin of his golden eyes, but judging from his performance in the battle last night, Vino was obviously aware of the origin and function of the golden eyes, and could even use this power skillfully.

In other words, as long as he could find Vino and ask him in person, he would be able to find out his situation.

Curacao thinks so.

But the question now is... where is she going to find Vino?

Miss Dolphin was a little troubled for a moment. After all, the other party didn't seem to live in the organization's base. He probably had a house outside.

Most of the members of the executive department were former killers, and killers would never easily reveal their residences to others.

Forget it, I'd better go ask Gin Bar. Since she is the head of the Japanese branch, she must know the activities of every branch member.

However, just as Curacao got out of bed, put on his shoes, made his bed, and folded the quilt, and was about to push the door and walk out of the infirmary, the door of the infirmary was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a short-haired girl in a white coat who looked like a doctor ran in from outside.

She had a distinct smell of food on her body, and she must have just returned from the restaurant after lunch. She was stunned to see Curacao getting up from the bed and preparing to leave, talking to herself.

"Hey! How did you get up by yourself?" The female doctor was a little surprised, "Is it no longer painful?"

"Not... okay." Faced with such pure and unpretentious concern, Curacao nodded hesitantly, "It's just a muscle injury. It will recover soon. By the way, is Gin in the office now? I have something to talk to her about."

"Ah? You want to see Sister Gin now?" The doctor's chubby face showed some difficulty. "Sister Gin is in the office right now, but are you sure you have to go now? If you are not in a hurry, I suggest you wait for two days."

"Why?" Curacao didn't understand.

"Because..." The doctor hesitated for a moment, then suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Don't tell me that I told you. I heard that Sister Gin has been in a bad mood since last night, so even if we have any problems in the next two days, we should try to keep them to ourselves and wait until Sister Gin is in a better mood in a few days."

At the end, as if she was afraid that Curacao would not believe her, she added: "Vodka said that when he was sitting at the same table with us during dinner."