Chapter 81: The Iceberg's Counterattack If we only talk about military strength...

Shiho's body trembled.

It's not because of fear of the senior members of the organization in front of him.

At least, not entirely.

It was something more complicated, a mixture of humiliation, anger, and... a faint excitement that she absolutely did not want to admit.

She hated the feeling of being controlled.

I hate being tagged as "Iceberg" for a long time.

I hate myself and can only passively endure the temptation and provocation of the bad woman in the winery.

She was once Shirley in the organization, cold and withdrawn, armed with science and rationality.

She is Miyano Shiho, a defector who, in desperation, took the poison she made herself, prepared to die, and found a glimmer of hope for survival.

She was also... the conflicted 19-year-old girl who let down her guard and fell into depravity with this dangerous woman on a snowy night in London.

Right now, in Tokyo, in my own laboratory, why?

Why is she always at a disadvantage?

Why could this woman always disrupt her breathing so easily?

Shiho narrowed her eyes.

All this time, she has been passively accepting and reacting.

But this time…

She didn't want to retreat anymore.

Shiho made up her mind, but didn't strike immediately. That move would have been too deliberate, and too easy for the opponent to predict.

"Belmode-san, do you understand what mistake you just made?"

“Oh?” Vermouth raised an eyebrow. Her beautiful face remained confident and composed. “I’d like to hear more.”

Shiho suddenly exerted force with her elbow, leaning slightly to the side, twisting her waist, and with a deft, precise elbow strike just below Vermouth's ribs. She spun with uncanny fluidity, pinning Vermouth to the edge of the lab table.

In an instant, the situation turned around.

But in the blink of an eye, the top and bottom (top and bottom) positions were completely reversed.

In the laboratory, the incandescent light shines coldly on the stainless steel laboratory table.

The atmosphere is perfectly created. Incandescent lamp + lab table = "Physiology, Chemistry and Romantic Behavior" real-life teaching, strongly inserting the "guest-to-host" script.

This is the physical memory honed by Shiho Miyano through long periods of exposure to danger, and it is also her precise application of mechanics and human anatomy as a scientist.

Knowledge is power, and sometimes, knowledge of mechanics is practical skills in love.

Protagonist aura warning. Not every researcher can instantly transform into a "mechanics genius." This is a unique aesthetic for researchers to counterattack.

Vermouth, the big boss of the winery, Vermouth, let out a breath from her lips, but she did not resist. She was forced to lean back and look at Shiho above her.

The Black Organization's top assassin's beautiful blue eyes flashed with surprise, but then that surprise turned into leisurely amusement: "Oh? My little scientist, you're finally willing to use your strength, huh?"

"Hmph, don't you like playing with fire?" Shiho leaned over, her soft breath brushing the delicate ears of the blonde beauty on the laboratory table, "Then you can play with it to your heart's content."

This tone, this distance, this physiological sense of oppression, how can this be a scientist? This should be a subwoofer fishing system Alpha hunting on the spot.

The surprise in Vermouth's eyes immediately turned into pure appreciation... Perhaps, there was something deeper and more heart-wrenching.

"Ah, it seems my little scientist can do much more than just mix potions."

What's this reaction? Masaka: Has the killer's sister awakened her hidden play attribute? Her face says, "I'm not afraid, I still want more"? (Fatal Su Point +1)

Vermouth, stop pretending. It's obvious that "you are lonelier than fireworks," and when she met Shiho, her emotions instantly ignited. And this line, with a hint of teasing and a hint of submission, will be understood by those who understand.

When "My Little Scientist" comes out, the master-servant feeling, the feeling of pampering, the feeling of teasing, the feeling of teaching and so on are all mixed together.

"It seems you haven't been idle lately." Vermouth smiled. She found that she didn't dislike the feeling of being "controlled".

Killer sister, you don't hate the feeling of "control", the love brain warning is sounding. Sister, you are not not hating it, you are clearly "very good" (slanting eyes. Jpg)

The feared Beilu Modou in the organization actually admitted to liking being controlled? What else could this be but a love-brained mania?

The seductive foreplay of the power game, control and submission, and the question of "who controls whom" in love are always the eternal questions.

This could be the beginning of a reversal in a dangerous relationship. The subdued villain, the queen, actually begins to doubt herself and happily accept it?

I don’t hate being controlled. It’s more literary to call it the “ambiguity of power”, commonly known as “being addicted to being controlled”.

However, if you think about it carefully, Vermouth is probably not "passive" in the traditional sense. She is enjoying a kind of selective submission. This is not a loss, but a deep game of love.

A new perspective on love is here: the submissive villain. Isn't this just "I'm tough on the outside, but I'm soft on the inside, and I'm enjoying it"?

Yes, the key word: not annoying.

It's not a negative sentence, but a variation of "I'm quite capable." In relationships, these moments of knowing you shouldn't but feeling unable to control yourself are the most fatal.

The organization's top killer was pinned down on the lab table by a much weaker female scientist, and was restrained and unable to move.

If this isn't pampering, what is? Alphax's top killer sister, a science and engineering nerd, has a famous scene. Shiho, the nerdy scientist, surprisingly wins over everyone with a single press, a physical lab bench bang, pinning the killer sister directly onto the lab bench.

The reversal of power difference + the reversal of psychological advantage, on one side is a rational and calm scientist, on the other side is a glamorous villain who kills without blinking, the two A's flirt with each other.

Shiho the otaku: Don't mess with researchers, our stamina is all gained by adjusting formulas.

From a professional perspective, being suppressed so easily should have been a somewhat embarrassing scene, but Vermouth savored a strange sense of excitement from it.

Professional shame vs. romantic excitement, both buffs are fully stacked. Vermouth's inner OS: I should have been socially dead, but my heartbeat accelerated instead.

This might be called being forced to get high unexpectedly during work, and the villain sister realized: Ah, I seem to... like this feeling?

Masaka, the killer sister is no pushover either. Has her love M-type awakened? Is she the type who naturally enjoys being manipulated? (Please ask: Where can I send her a psychologist?)

What's next for Vermouth?

A. Resist stubbornly, B. Break through the defense and gasp (ooc but want to see) C. Directly use real force to counterattack, D. Start the second round and get controlled.

Anyway, please send her a copy of "You Don't Have to Be Strong When You Are in Love"

In the laboratory, the overhead fluorescent tubes illuminate everything around, including the cold and smooth touch of the laboratory table.

Fluorescent Lighting: Today's flirtatious mood set is here, lighting you up like a giant stunt. This is the stage light for revealing your romantic psyche. No blind spot for lighting equals no blind spot for emotion; nothing can be hidden.

The fluorescent lights all know how to cooperate, creating a perfect atmosphere. The "no blind spots" here are not only about the lighting, but also the warm-up for the psychological confession between the two people.

Shiho stared down at Vermouth, one hand firmly clasping her wrist and the other on her shoulder.

Dr. Miyano, this wave of operations is completely the "science and engineering cold Alpha" Alpha, the dual checks and balances of physical + psychological.

The killer sister said: I am as still as a mountain, but my heart is pounding like a deer.

This is not a fight, it's a love-style agreement. Shiho is an absolutely suppressive cold-blooded science and engineering Alpha.

There are three rules for a "head-pressing" love relationship. Science students' love does not follow any moral principles, but only data and mechanical principles.

Vermouth's custom-made designer coat slipped off her shoulders, revealing the purple turtleneck underneath.

The fashion killer is online, the coat slips off = the atmosphere is full, emotions are relaxed + defenses are broken down, the love signal has been sent.

Turtleneck + purple = desire and rationality coexisting. This is a must-have for romance dramas, and the director understands color psychology. This isn't accidental; it's the result of meticulous planning by the romance team.

The romance instance has been successfully opened. Vermouth, stop pretending. You just want her to see you.

“Oh?” Vermouth curled her lips and spoke with a slight breath, “This is really... surprising.”

Although he said it was unexpected, his body honestly did not resist.

After all, in terms of fighting power alone, there is still a big difference between the two.

Also, the uneven breathing and all that, why does it feel like this isn't an accident, but rather "finally my turn"? (Let's compete for the top spot!)

It's voting time. What is Vermouth's true thought at this moment?

A. "I'm done. I'm moved as soon as she presses me."

B. "This isn't love, it's strategy...right?"

C. "I was just...accidentally subdued. I can still fight back."

D. "Kiss me quickly and stop talking."

#Game of Thrones in Love #Uniform Play Literature #Vermouth, why are you pretending #Shiho, don't be so good

Masaka, is this the feeling of a frail deer struggling to hold on? Stand up, Vermouth, you're the winery's top assassin, you can't be easily defeated.

Just a little panting and a shaky tone of voice. Is this the signature line of surrender? (Typing with trembling.)

Shiho just narrowed her eyes and looked down at her with a victorious look.

"When did you learn these little tricks?" Vermouth asked softly, examining the pretty face of the little scientist right in front of her.

This is the famous scene of "a love expert meeting his chosen match." Although he may not accept it, his eyes already give him 100 points.

And, it sounds like this is a combination of jealousy, gossip, and flirting. Translation: Who did you practice this with? How did you get so good at it? (It's already going full blast.)

Shiho said nothing, only looking down at her. Her hand was still on Vermouth's wrist, and she could clearly feel the pulse beating beneath her skin.

Question: Facing Shiho, a scientist who suppresses physics and mechanics, Vermouth's inner OS at this moment is most likely:

A. "It's over, I'm a masochist, call the police, but not too quickly." (OOC warning, Bayonetta's flag must not fall.)

B. "I can fight back, but I don't want to."

C. "I can kiss you, but if you press any harder the medicine will spill."

D. "My little scientist is really good at mixing things up...it's my heartbeat."

Two people, at such a close distance, in such an inverted force field, gave rise to an indescribable feeling, perhaps a feeling of dizziness mixed with danger.

The ultimate showdown between mechanics and hormones.

When Vermouth is "scientifically manipulated" by Shiho, she will:

A. Pretend to be calm and say, "Oh, that's just what scientists are like."

B. Breaking down the defense right there, blushing and burning: "You, you're in danger." (How could Masaka be so wrong? It's too ooc)

C. Take the initiative to fight back, quietly tripping her with your foot: "Watch me kill you."

D. Feeling ecstatic, he still challenged her: "Can you order anything else?" (Translation: Modo Modo.)

“Ah, I originally thought you were just a girl who was buried in experimental data and felt lost without beakers and test tubes.” Vermouth’s voice dropped slightly. “Well… now it seems that I may have misjudged you.”

Barrage pops up:

"This is definitely a scene of the death of the scientific research club. Vermouth thought he met a science nerd, but it turned out to be an evolved version of the club cow."

"The scientific research girls in Conan's world are all magicians. They can still attack even if they leave the laboratory."

"Famous scene from the website: 'I thought you only knew how to do experiments, but I didn't expect you could tease people.'"

"Popular Science: 29-year-old Chrissy = xx-year-old Vermouth, a professional cute contrast machine."

"This is tactical spoiled behavior, Bayne. KDL."

"I thought you were a researcher with social anxiety, but it turns out you're actually a cold-minded person."

"Beijie OS: I thought you were above the world, but you're so spicy that I'm fuming."

"Hmph, who do you think is being suppressed at this moment?" Shiho could no longer suppress the smile on her lips, and a sound of disdain escaped from her nose.

The barrage continues to be strong:

"The classic Shiho's cool half-moon eyes are online, and the tsundere value is maxed out."

"Physical and psychological suppression combined in Detective Conan: Who is the real boss?"

"Shiho: You think you're teasing me? Actually, I wrote the script. This is my virtual dream."

"A classic Shiho-style comeback. She never lost in physics exams as a student, and now that she's in society, she can't lose in her emotions either."

"Disdainful breath = physical critical hit + mental humiliation, double damage."

“Well… I’m afraid it’s my turn now.” Vermouth tilted her head and admitted it frankly, an inexplicable smile spreading across her lips. “But who knows, maybe I quite enjoy this angle.”

Barrage:

"Baby sister's classic fox smile, full of dangerous woman aura."

"'Enjoy this angle'... This isn't a veteran driver, this is a veteran driver."

"In the world of science, 'being suppressed' = 'I volunteer'?"

"Warning, based on Sister Bei's true strength, this isn't being suppressed; this is her actively lying flat on her back."

"Enjoy this angle" translates to: I was defeated by you but I am very happy (even a little drunk)"

"Sister Vermouth is a woman who knows how to enjoy the feeling of dominance."

"This phrase, 'It's hard to say what it is,' is a standard Japanese ambiguity. It comes from the resentment of a freshman in the Japanese department who is memorizing vocabulary."

"Pervert." Shiho's assessment was concise and clear.

Barrage onlookers:

"Pure Shiho flavor, precise strike."

"She hits the nail on the head, the most blunt and critical woman in the Conan universe."

"'Pervert' translates to 'you are interesting'."

"Please applaud Shiho's accurate criticism. Shiho is the real representative of the Chinese language class. Two words describe the world."

"Pervert = You're right, but I can't admit it."

"Well, well, your calmness makes it seem like you know me very well." Vermouth raised her chin slightly, her deep blue eyes looking straight into Shiho's heart. "Well, this feeling isn't unpleasant, is it?"

Barrage:

"This isn't seduction; this is precisely feeding her preferences."

"Vermouth's eyes: I wanted to act crazy, but you saw through me...but I still wanted to keep acting."

"Isn't it annoying?" This little tail is as soft as a kitten's... clingy and addictive.

Shiho applied a little force with her fingertips, and Vermouth's hands separated, and the two of them clasped their fingers tightly.

A soft breath brushed past Vermouth's ear, bringing with it a scent unique to Miyano Shiho... the crispness of laboratory disinfectant, the purity of medical alcohol, and the light fragrance of lemon-scented shampoo.

The scent was clean, Shiho's, the very embodiment of calmness and rationality. There was a sense of distance, yet it stirred a subtle tremor in my heart.

Barrage:

"The scientific version of 'smell description', this wave is called 'Science Girl Perfume'."

"The atmosphere is perfect, and the tension of love is MAX."

"Disinfectant + alcohol + lemon, a chemical reaction of girlishness and scientific research."

"Miyano Shiho has a sterile aura. Who can withstand it?"

"'Sense of distance' is the feeling of being pulled apart in a relationship."

A vague laugh escaped from Vermouth's lips, and her breathing quickened a little.

Shiho put her other hand on Vermouth's shoulder, but the force was not strong. Instead, the Hollywood beauty below raised her neck and placed herself completely under Shiho's control, almost offering herself.

Barrage:

"Sister Bay: I choose to surrender, but I enjoy it."

"Domination and devotion, this is too queenly."

"I turned a mystery film into a dating game."

"Who says Conan's world is only about deduction? This love game is touching."

"A warning: Voluntary sacrifice is not surrender; it is a new way to seize the initiative. (Carry the banner of Beigong for a hundred years without wavering.)

"Sister Bei is truly a master of the aesthetics of obedience at the level of a dramatic actress."

The two words "follow the trend" directly raised Vermouth's rank to the highest level. Only those who know how to use the opponent's force to counter the opponent are the true thousand-year-old fox (spirit).

Anyway, the Queen’s offering is in place. Little Princess Shiho, are you ready to receive it?