Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

"You don't look drunk at all."

"No, actually I'm almost done for... I rarely drink it straight like this."

Do you think I'd believe that?

The dice were revealed again while he was speaking.

Lin Jiashu lost again. He hesitated for a moment, and this time he chose Truth or Dare.

"Then, have a couple of drinks."

"...Will they use that move?"

Looking at the smile on her face, Lin Jiashu was speechless: "But if you want to refuse, you only need to drink one cup."

So you're going to refuse?

He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Although bourbon whiskey has a smooth and light taste, it has a strong body. While the spiciness is not strong, the bittersweet taste on the palate and the overall aftertaste are very strong... It is the kind of whiskey that can make you feel particularly unwell if you get drunk.

After finishing one cup, Lin Jiashu poured another half cup.

He smiled, picked up the glass, and put the wine in his mouth.

Vermouth watched with a leisurely air, but her smiling expression didn't last long before Lin Jiashu suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her over.

"Huh?"

Lin Jiashu pressed her down on the sofa and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, directly sealed her lips with his.

The wine seeped through her soft lips.

Vermouth was surprised by his unexpected move, but then smiled.

She drank it very obediently.

"So this is how you get women drunk?"

"I just suddenly wanted to see you drunk and unconscious."

"...So that it will be convenient for you to do something, right?"

A woman's charming smile and alluring gaze seem to be an invitation.

Lin Jiashu moved closer again.

Vermouth opened her arms and hugged his neck.

Despite the mutual suspicion and the fact that it wasn't even a charade, she felt happy at the moment.

Until the two of them could no longer taste the bittersweet flavor of the whiskey.

Vermouth straightened her back.

At that moment, she glanced at her phone, which was lying to the side.

Besides the few more text messages that Calvados sent later, there was another text message on my phone from an unnamed number.

The item has been delivered, Lady Vermouth.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw it.

Then, with her warm red lips pursed, she looked at Lin Jiashu and smiled, "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."

Chapter 323: Livestock

After sitting for a while, the effects of the alcohol gradually took hold.

My face started to feel hot, and my body felt lighter.

But that's about it.

Lin Jiashu would never let himself get drunk, especially when he's with a woman like Vermouth.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

23:04

It's not too early, but it's not too late either.

He poured himself a glass of brandy.

"Small tree".

The familiar voice carried a subtle air of authority.

Lin Jiashu looked up and saw a beautiful woman with elegant and charming features frowning at him.

Her long, light brown hair was styled in an updo, and under her purple women's blazer, her tight white shirt was stretched taut by her full breasts. The blazer buttons below her chest accentuated her slender waist, while her long legs were covered by black pantyhose under her pencil skirt.

"Why are you out drinking with people so late at night? What's wrong with you?"

Eri walked up quickly and angrily snatched the glass of brandy from Yoshiki's hand and put it down.

Lin Jiashu looked at her and asked, "What trick are you playing?"

"what?"

"I'm asking you, what trick are you playing?"

"..."

After exchanging a glance with him, Eri Kisaki suddenly smiled.

That wasn't a smile she would normally show.

"Are you so sure I'm not her?"

"Eri Kisaki" walked over.

She sat down directly next to Lin Jiashu, very close to him.

"If you're planning to pull this off beforehand, don't wear perfume when you leave the house. Besides, if she were really coming out to see me at this time, she probably wouldn't be dressed like this. Even if you could say that she didn't have time to change after get off work... but clothes worn all day wouldn't be this neat and clean."

"I should have made you drink a few more glasses of wine."

Vermouth chuckled.

She reached out and grabbed Lin Jiashu's tie under his collar, then flipped over and straddled him.

Using Eri Kisaki's face, she straddled Yoshiki's legs as if it were perfectly natural and handed over her entire weight to him... Grabbing Yoshiki's tie, Vermouth straightened up and looked down at him with a sly smile.

"Can you tell me how you're feeling right now, Cointreau?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"It's not about what I want to do."

Vermouth lowered her voice, and with that face that Lin Jiashu knew so well, she smiled and said, "It should depend on how you want to play, Jundu."

"..."

"Hehehe—Hmm~"

Vermouth, who was suddenly pulled down by him, giggled as her lips were sealed with his.

Lin Jiashu hugged her waist tightly, his other hand caressing her smooth pantyhose.

Vermouth then reached out and loosened Hayashi Yoshiki's tie.

When the buttons on his shirt were undone, the woman's smile deepened.

Just as she had predicted, Cointreau's figure was unbelievably good...

Her muscular build was beautiful enough to be described as so, and the warm, firm touch made her almost unable to put her down.

"To get so excited looking at your own aunt's face, you're such a pervert, Jundu." She looked at him teasingly with moist eyes.

Before calling someone a pervert, shouldn't you examine your own behavior first?

"hehe."

After withdrawing her hand from his shirt, Vermouth then pressed down on Hayashi Yoshiki's shoulders.

The woman, with her hands painted with bright blue nail polish, gripped his shoulders for support, then straddled the sofa with her legs spread wide and gently twisted her waist.

It was as if she was playing a trick on them.

"Just as the inspection report said, it's incredibly powerful."

Lin Jiashu raised his hand and lifted her chin.

"It's too early to say that now."

"Ok?"

"You should at least wait until tomorrow morning to say something like that."

"..."

Lin Jiashu gave her a gentle smile.

That bright and clear smile was exceptionally refreshing, but Vermouth knew he was "provoking".

She became interested.


Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

For most people who live on the edge, the idea of ​​living for the moment is perfectly normal.

After all, no one knows if they might suddenly die one day.

Therefore, Vermouth never skimps on fine wines, luxury goods, sports cars, and all aspects of life.

However, this was the first time Vermouth had ever indulged in such hedonistic pursuits.

After all, aside from the fact that Jundu was too dangerous, everything about him—from his appearance and physique to his personality—gave her a very pleasant feeling.

Why not?

But when Vermouth woke up in the middle of the day, she only felt regret.

They treated them like livestock...

Moreover, he is far too skilled in this area.

In the latter half of the night, Vermouth felt like she had participated in a marathon. Even though she wanted to give up, the finish line seemed so far away... In the end, she was dragged along and barely managed to finish the race with her last breath.

But the other party had already disappeared without a trace.

Buzz! Buzz!

The phone, which had already lit up countless times, buzzed and vibrated as it moved across the ground.

Vermouth gritted her teeth and rolled over.

She stepped barefoot onto the cold ground, carefully avoiding the astonishing number of knotted pink rubber bags scattered on the ground, and glanced at her phone.

I saw seven text messages after midnight last night.

There were four missed calls, including those that were hung up before the call went through.

They all belong to Calvatos.

Vermouth remembered that she had given him a perfunctory reply last night and then stopped paying attention to him.

Calvatos: "Really, don't drink too much."

Calvatos: "Are you done?"

Calvatos: "But why go drinking?"

Calvatos: "Let me know when it's over."

Calvatos: "Hello?"

Calvatos: "Are you not drunk?"

"..."

After all, she would need him soon, so Vermouth gave him a perfunctory reply—you have to be careful when playing the sycophant; if you keep stringing him along without giving him any sweetness, he'll eventually turn around and leave.

But before that, she was severely dehydrated and had to drink a large glass of water to relieve her thirst.

"Hey, Calvados."