Chapter 80: Ms. Wynyard, please respect yourself and come here uninvited...

"Oh, no one in the organization dares to talk to me like that."

A leisurely smile played across Vermouth's lips. "But Miyano-san is an exception, isn't he? You've never been particularly afraid of me."

The internal relationship of the Black Organization is revealed: murder on the surface, but social terror behind the scenes.

Vermouth: I met the only girl in the organization who dared to battle with me.

Chris Wynyard = Vermouth, whose alias is more than the debt of Xiaolan's father, flirts directly with "exceptions" here, and the pure queen attack attribute is online.

Ms. Wynyard: The organization's overlord, female sea king, and charm is justice are online.

"You've never been afraid of me" = "You're an interesting woman.jpg"

Miyano Shiho is worthy of being the woman who defeated the organization with her own hands in the final ending (spoiler alert), and even the big sister was moved to tears.

But what does the word "always" imply?

Masaka and the others had previously crossed paths in the organization, even if not face to face.

Or Miyano Shiho, when doing any project, has it affected the interests of Vermouth?

In the martial arts world, I feel like I have heard of your great name for a long time.

That's why she is secretly saying now, "No one in the organization dares to talk to me like this," giving off this sense of high-ranking pressure.

The main character is the "Black Organization's most popular queen-level BOSS", this kind of "everyone is afraid of me, only you are not afraid" setting, emmm.

Vermouth's slender fingertips traced the contours of Shiho's cheek, then moved down and stopped at her lips.

Boom, boom, boom... The heartbeats hammered against Shiho's eardrums, and were quite clear in the silence of the laboratory with a pure white background.

The heartbeat is so loud that it can be heard by the tissues. Boom, boom, boom, it's the sound of love knocking on the door. (It could also be a sign of high blood pressure)

Warning: Pure white background. Animation production budget is low, so please use your imagination. (I'd rather not draw a background, as long as the protagonist's nose doesn't look like a rhino horn.)

In one picture, the subtle physical contact of "tracing with fingertips" is the essence of the lesbian circle... Obviously, nothing is done, but everything is done.

"You are... employing power harassment, Ms. Wynyard." Shiho tightened her voice, trying to sound tough, but the ending tone still softened involuntarily.

As for power harassment and so on, they hadn't even confirmed that they were colleagues before.

So now, Shiho suddenly realized that, technically speaking, Vermouth outranked her within the organization. So, that was... a matter of fact? (Read "talking" and "flirting" with a spread of hands.jpg)

Barrage pops up:

"Shiho, say 'power harassment' again? Are you sure you're not being a spoiled brat?"

"JC uncle. Some of them are dating on public funds. (Organizational involutionary rewards)"

"I'm reporting it with my mouth, but my body is enjoying it.jpg"

"New Black Organization Regulations Online: Office Romance Prohibited"

Vermouth simply raised the corner of her mouth in response.

After all, Miyano Shiho is only 19 years old and has no experience in love. Her little thoughts are completely obvious to Vermouth.

"Oh? Harassment?" Vermouth's gaze penetrated Shiho's eyes directly. "But, Shiho-chan, your eyes are much more honest. They tell me that you want much more than this, huh?"

The ceiling of pure lust. The original version of Bayonetta: As long as the atmosphere is right, I know all the lines. "Your eyes betray you" and so on, this is the essential mind-reading skill point for romance anime.

Miyano Shiho: Her mouth was resisting, but her eyes had betrayed her thoughts.jpg

Vermouth's breath drew closer, her soft lips hovering just a hair's breadth from Shiho's. Their breaths blended, gradually heating up. Through the thin fabric of her white lab coat, Vermouth's body heat permeated faintly, a warmth that was almost bewitching.

White coat play warned that Mihua residents expressed their knowledge blind spots.

Conan: I'm still looking for the criminal, and you guys have already started to create the atmosphere, right?

"You were not like this that night in London." Vermouth's ASMR-level voice slipped into Shiho's ears, bewitching, charming, a little warm, and a little dangerous.

London play.

Is this the so-called "unreleased movie version"?

That movie that belongs only to the two of them, a forbidden movie that is only shown on a snowy night.

Shiho paused. She wanted to focus on extracting information from the aptx—as if with enough concentration, time would freeze, and the unremembered moments would be banished by the professionalism of scientific research. Unfortunately, the snowy London night, the ambiguous breathing, the warmth of their bodies, now emerged from Vermouth's tone, entwining her memories.

"Shiho-chan, your initiative in London, well... really surprised me." Vermouth added, calmly, with the corners of her mouth raised in a malicious smile.

Using objective facts to attack the atrium is the most difficult to defend against.

Keyword: initiative. (This section omitted 30,000 words, unavailable for public viewing, yet replaying in Shiho's mind, each frame remarkably clear: classic yuri action scenes, as well as less classic, less common... lesser-known action scenes.)

Heat, like a lit fuse, suddenly shot up Shiho's cheeks. The heat was so real, it made the capillaries beneath her skin scream. She could even feel her ears burning.

Uninvited images, frame by frame, like a runaway slideshow, madly crashed into my mind:

In London, snow fell heavily. Outside the window, a vast expanse of white blurred the world. In Vermouth's bedroom, flames danced in the fireplace, casting a hazy, ambiguous light and shadow. The air smelled of wine, and... her own scent, a blend of despair and desperation. The feel of their bodies pressed together, the indescribable soft sounds, the mingling of their breaths, and deep in Vermouth's eyes, that moment of genuine surprise... and, finally, utter utterance.

“Heh.” Vermouth chuckled, interrupting Shiho’s distraction. Her acting skills were top-notch, and her observation skills were as sharp as ever. She easily caught the nineteen-year-old scientist’s changing expression and that momentary wandering look.

"It seems that my dear Shirley-chan has recalled some...interesting fragments?"

Yes, London Play. Shiho's mind rang with alarm bells, yet she couldn't help but think back. Snowflakes fell silently outside the window, and the room smelled of alcohol and body heat. Vermouth smelled of perfume and those custom-made leather props, a chill seeping into the passionate kiss. Everything felt so real, a thick, undeniable desire and... danger.

Vermouth, naturally, was keenly aware of her wandering thoughts and smiled, "Isn't this what you desire deep down? My dear Shiho, the excitement of walking on the edge of the line, that snowy night in London, the game of domination and being dominated, huh? If I remember correctly, a few days ago, you didn't push me away so resolutely." Her fingertips brushed Shiho's jaw line ambiguously, gently and softly.

The professional actor's final blow pushes the contradiction and provocation to the extreme.

Chris Wynyard. Or rather, Vermouth.

Like a rose blooming in a sterile environment, her red lips held a half-smile. Her eyes, locked firmly on Shiho, were filled with a burning desire for possession.

That confident expression seemed to say: Stop pretending, my little scientist. I know everything about you: your desires, your fears, your contradictions.

"That's London." Shiho turned her head to avoid the overly scorching gaze.

"Oh? Just London?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Does the snow in London have some special magic? It can turn our usually calm and self-controlled great scientists into passionate ones... huh?"

She didn't say anything else, but what she left unsaid was more embarrassing than any explicit words she had said.

Shiho took a deep breath, trying to suppress the restlessness in her heart and the lingering memories of London.

"Here. Tokyo, the lab, is my domain," she said coldly.

The battlefield switches. The battle for the heroine of Beika Town begins.

Shiho activates the Ice Queen's Cold Barrier, granting a home buff. "Come all you want in London, but this is my home and I have the final say."

This might be a famous line from a romance anime: "I'm not going to run away from here anymore."

When Shiho says "my territory", the subtext is "Don't think you can control me anymore", which is a signal that she is trying to regain the initiative.

The iconic lines of the "awakening heroine".

She wanted to use the environment to draw boundaries and the word "territory" to declare her sovereignty and resist the invasion of Vermouth.

This is the realm of science, the fortress of rationality, and the place where she, Miyano Shiho, can feel safe and in control.

After all, back in their beloved Rice Flower, they couldn't afford to fail in their counterattack again, right? Where was the dignity of the battle-hardened Rice Flower people?

She's the woman who's managed to survive over 1,000 episodes in Mika. (Hands on Hips. JPG)

But, Hashidou Madai, how did this dream-simulating plot become Shiho's counterattack as the main plot?

In this Inception-style simulation, wasn't she dragging Vermouth into the lab to extract information? Wasn't she trying to get Vermouth's knowledge of APTX?

Okay, let's counterattack first and then try to get more information. Maybe what we get out of it will be more real. (Self-deception. GIF)

Vermouth smiled, her smile was contemptuous and playful. If this expression was photographed and posted online as a raw photo, it would cause fans to scream, including Ayumi and Hattori Heiji.

"You see, 'the laboratory is your domain'? Unfortunately, there are people who understand your desires better than science."

Shiho remained silent. This was the truth, and it would be too weak to refute it.

Vermouth raised her delicately trimmed light golden eyebrows and made an exaggerated exclamation. "Shiho, Masaka, you are not afraid, are you? Afraid of losing to me again on your own 'home turf'?"

He is taking advantage of the situation, pursuing victory and taking advantage of others.

You leave no room for your prey, Miss Bei. You are indeed a ruthless winery boss.

"Chris Wynyard." Shiho's voice was icy. "Do you think a little trick like this can make me surrender? Or do you just enjoy the feeling of knowing... knowing that everything, including me, is in your hands?"

The heroine's self-esteem awakens. The PUA fights back in the workplace.

Bayley's desire for control is confirmed once again, and fans of the original work said: This is the authentic taste.

Shiho OS: My resistance isn't playing hard to get (right?)

Dr. Miyano is a man of the highest standard. He directly outputs psychological analysis, and the philosopher of Conan's team is always online.

It was a brilliant "counterattack". She was no longer passively accepting the provocation, but fighting back with calmness and rationality, exposing Vermouth's "desire for control".

After all, Shiho has never been a weak girl who passively waits for her fate, but uses science and reason as weapons to control her destiny.

When I was at the winery, I would rather risk death and swallow APTX, which is a scientifically extremely small probability.

She doesn't like being seen through, and she doesn't like exposing her weaknesses in front of Vermouth.

She tried to make her tone appear calm, and to regain some sanity, "This is not the place for you to play tricks."

Vermouth shrugged, seemingly unconcerned with her defensiveness and small rebuttal: "Shiho-chan, you know what? The more you resist, the funnier it is."

Oh my, such a cheesy line, I wonder which movie she pulled that from. It must be an old one.

Shiho remained silent. She didn't want to respond to such a particularly corny line.

As the ice queen of Beika Town and a woman of taste, she should never participate in such a conversation.

Although this was in front of the Hollywood Enchanter, she didn't seem to have such a high defense.

"If I say," Vermouth skillfully switched her voice, her tone ambiguously saying, "you actually want to kiss me more now than you did that night in London, wouldn't that be accurate?"

The air was very still, and the sun shone obliquely on them. Shiho seemed to smell a faint aroma of alcohol—she couldn't tell if it was from Vermouth, or the lingering scent of memories from that snowy night in London.

Shiho raised her head, her eyes calm: "You are playing with fire."

Vermouth stared at her, her smile deepening, as if confirming something: "But don't you think that some fires have to be burned? Like you, like me. Like this... Game of Thrones."

Bingo. Perhaps some fires can only burn to the bottom. Burning away rationality, burning away calmness, and finally creating a brand new self.

In the laboratory, the two women's breaths blended, collided, and neither gave in.

Desire and power, in this confrontation, burn more and more vigorously.

What will Shiho do after being trained by Vermouth on that night in London?

A. "That night was just an accident. Please put away your sexy (crossed out) annoying pressure."

B. "I...I wouldn't mind being confirmed (marked?) by you again."

C. "The actress harassed her fans and I called the police."

D. "You should kiss me, idiot."

Rather than “solving the case”, this time it’s “breaking the defense”; rather than “there is only one truth”, this time it’s “the heart is moved more than once”.

Additional multiple-choice questions: (Not necessary, as the answers are in the previous chapters, but it seems a bit fun to do them)

What happened on "That Night in London"?

A. Play chess. The London Chess Friendship Tournament, of course.

B. Eating Sukiyaki hot pot on a rainy night, reviewing the APTX4869 recipe while falling in love.

C. Bayonetta and Shiho performed live in "Detective Conan: London Mystery" and planted a bomb in the hotel.

D. Ah, anyway, it must be the kind of plot that Mina-san wants to see the most.

In the laboratory, the smile on Vermouth's lips became more and more obvious, and there was a gleam of interest flowing softly in her eyes.

"Control?" She leaned over, her breath almost brushing against Shiho's eyelashes. Their noses were only a few millimeters apart, so close that they could feel each other's soft breath. "Oh no, my dear Shirley, I prefer the word... 'taming'."

The word "tamed" ignited the nameless fire in Shiho's heart.

Being manipulated like this, being scrutinized like prey, repelled her. At least in this lab, her home turf, it wasn't the right place.

But it was this person in front of her who could always easily disrupt her pace.

But Shiho, with his IQ of 180, didn't immediately get angry. He simply narrowed his eyes, and when he raised them again, they were calm and clear, with a slight smile on his lips. After all, as the Art of War 101 tutorial teaches, plan carefully before you act.

"Hey," she said lightly, "Miss Chris, you are really a cat that is not easy to mess with."

“Cat?” Vermouth breathed, still smiling, but her eyes sharpened slightly. “You should know that when a big cat is angry, its claws are quite sharp.”

Vermouth, now completely in the upper hand, ignored Shiho's slight changes in mood.

Moreover, Shiho actually called her "Miss Chris", which is a dangerous signal.

Normally, Shiho didn't even want to call her name, for fear of revealing any deep emotions.

Unfortunately, Vermouth always has an advantage in front of Shiho.

And in most cases it is...the superior.

It's a bit path-dependent. I feel that even if we go to Shiho's home turf, we can still win with just a little trickery.

Outside the laboratory, the wind suddenly blew, hitting the glass windows with a monotonous sound, sobbing.

Shiho tightened her hands on the lab bench for a moment, then relaxed, returning to her usual calm demeanor when working in her own laboratory.

Her beautiful blue eyes met Vermouth's gaze, and their gazes collided gently in the air, sparks flying.

"Ms. Wynyard, please respect yourself, otherwise I can't guarantee the consequences." Shiho issued an ultimatum.

After all, Dr. Miyano is a well-educated woman.

She is of mixed race, half Oriental.

Fighting without declaration is not her style.

Vermouth tilted her head, and a low laugh escaped her lips, which sounded quite dangerous in the silent and empty laboratory.

"Ah, Shiho-chan is really good at talking and polite, I admire that. But what about threatening with consequences? Let's see, it's you who can't move now, right?" As she spoke, she slightly increased the strength of her grip on Shiho's wrist. Her sense of measure was perfect, and she stayed at the boundary of achieving her goal without causing pain.

This is the way of the winery boss, Vermouth. Using physical contact and exquisitely controlled strength, she asserts her dominance.

However, in Shiho's view, this unilateral dominance is not just a physical clamp at the moment, but also a possible manifestation of Vermouth's desire to control Shirley and even everything about her in the future, in a condescending, teasing, and dominating manner (trailer.jpg).

Absolutely unacceptable.

Shiho still did not move, did not resist, and her body did not show any sign of struggle for the time being.

She just narrowed her ice-blue eyes slightly.

If Vermouth could be more humble and look carefully, she would find that in the eyes of the little scientist beneath her, there was a calmness ready to strike, just like a trapped prey on the prairie, but still with sharp claws, holding its breath, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

"Have you forgotten the joy of a London night so quickly?" Vermouth remained confident. Her ASMR-level voice revealed the allure of a mature, older sister. "Or perhaps, my little scientist is only accustomed to observing the so-called reality of this world through the lens of a microscope, but is afraid to face... hm? A more personal 'experiment'?"

After reciting the lines in her white teeth with ease, her slender and powerful fingertips slid lightly up Shiho's arm.

After all, a good performance is a must. When it comes to acting, Vermouth is a professional, Oscar-worthy.

Even though there was a thin layer of white coat between them, the touch ignited an electric current under Shiho's skin, which slowly spread along the nerve endings, inch by inch, reaching every part of her body.