Chapter 56: She is a professional in delivering lines.
Shiho narrowed her eyes. She knew that this woman, Vermouth, was a pro at delivering flirtatious lines. After all, she was a Hollywood actress.
"What do you want from me?" The science girl asked directly, ignoring the implied meaning of Vermouth's words.
Vermouth's lips curved slightly, her smile was very faint, but her eyes had already seen Shiho's hesitation and vacillation.
After all, it was a duel between a 19-year-old girl who had just come of age and a thousand-year-old enchantress.
In other words, the top-level boss of Hollywood Entertainment City can play around in the Novice Village with ease.
"I think... the answer to this question is probably much more complicated than you're willing to admit right now, Shiho."
When she pronounced the word "Shiho" again, there was a soft and intimate feeling in her tone, as if this name had been carefully treasured in a secret corner of her heart.
But if you think about it carefully, she is a professional when it comes to reciting lines.
Hollywood big screen professional grade.
The film is titled "Leon: The Professional: Lily Blossoms," and director and action director Yukiko Kudo makes a cameo appearance. (Heavy fog)
Moreover, it is more than professional, it is simply a walking dialogue library. You can change the name of "Daily Conversation of the Black Organization" to "The Thousand Faces of the Movie Queen's Flirting Quotes" anytime, anywhere.
The room was so quiet that even the ambiguous light cast by the desk lamp seemed slightly brighter, disturbing the ambiguity between the two people.
But what was wrong with this new baby lamp? It had to illuminate this forbidden moment for these two people.
Vermouth slowly leaned over, her pair of red lips, like a rose carefully painted by a painter, became even more charming and breathtaking in the dim light.
When the distance between the two people completely disappeared, time froze for a moment.
Shiho felt a "boom" deep in her mind, and something exploded.
All the resistance, rationality, and contradictions of the scientist with an IQ of 180 disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The brains that could accurately time explosions in "Countdown to Heaven" ultimately lost to the flirting skills of a 40-year-old (?) auntie (crossed out, it's 29-year-old Vermouth Wynyard). Love is indeed the most difficult equation to solve.
“Hmm…”
The scientist's sophisticated instrument was finally penetrated by the actress's light blow. After all, the 19-year-old Shirley was just watered-down absinthe that had been stored in the cellar for no more than 40 years (uncertain).
This kiss came unexpectedly, yet it seemed destined. Unavoidable.
The moment their lips touched, thunder roared. The Beika Town Meteorological Observatory recorded a new earthquake data: "Yuri's focal depth is 0 km."
Over the past year, the long-suppressed emotions broke free.
Shirley has been trapped in the winery cage for eighteen years, and Vermouth has been imprisoned in the lie of age for forty years. The two caged birds have to peck each other's feathers under this moon, which proves the old saying that "enemies will always meet again".
A genius girl with an IQ of 180, usually as rational as a knife, but today, her love has become entangled with the experimental scalpel.
Shiho's hand tightly grasped Vermouth's wrist, which was so white and white that it was shown in close-ups on the big screen.
Vermouth didn't hide. She just smiled, a smile that contained a triumphant joy and a hint of unfathomable depth.
"Shiho-chan, you're really... cute." She thought to herself with ease.
This kiss, suppressed, broke too many taboos and also contained too much helplessness.
Like a poignant Noh play, the curtain rises, the stage is silent, yet beneath the veil, emotions surge.
Vermouth's free hand slowly moved along the curve of Shiho's waist, full of confidence.
The hands of this actress with many faces are like a surgeon when defusing a bomb, and like playing a Stradivarius when flirting with a young scientific researcher.
The blonde beauty usually rides a Harley motorcycle on the Tokyo Expressway. Her hands are steady, but now her slender fingertips are gently and tenderly drawing tracks.
Domineering, arrogant, and won't let go of Shiho.
The scorching breath rises and spreads in the dark night.
The kiss intensified, raging like a storm during the summer typhoon season.
The name of the typhoon may be called "Lily", and it made landfall in Beika-cho 2-chome. The affected people, including the protagonists, were trembling with fear.
Inside, the air was heavy and warm yellow light was shining, casting swaying shadows on the floor and wall of two figures leaning closely against each other.
Vermouth lowered her head to gaze at Shiho beneath her, with the corners of her charming lips raised, showing a completely controlling attitude.
It's another day when Vermouth's charm exceeds the limit. As the "Queen of Fake Drinking and Scheming", she is never low-key, and today she will also get the full control buff.
This lowered eyelid may be a combination of "gorgeous beauty + murderous aura" that people with social anxiety will never be able to learn.
The slender fingertips were still holding Shiho's wrist. The force was not strong, but the sense of confident control was clearly conveyed.
With a gentle squeeze, Shiho fell: I’m not, I didn’t, I just didn’t break free…
This may not be called control, this is called "Baijie's invisible shackles", which are fashionable and practical, and are a must-have product for home and travel.
Shiho OS: My IQ is 185, but why do I look like a silly naiveté in her hands?
Shiho's breathing quickened, sweat dripping down the shallow dimples of her collarbone. Her hair clung to her cheeks, and in her eyes, the shyness of a nineteen-year-old girl was clearly visible, mixed with... a kind of resigned obedience.
"Hmm? Are you shy?" Vermouth's voice is her unique classic ASMR style of a professional female star. Her voice is full of confidence and composure.
She let go, her fingertips sliding across Shiho's cheek, touching it vaguely. "Just now, I wonder who was so bold? Now you're like this, do you want me to... love you a little more?"
Shiho: I'm not shy, I'm just overloading and restarting, okay? Hum.
When Bayonetta shows off her seductive skills, even Mary Akai might blush three times and lose her grip on the gun.
Today was another peak of "tea talk." She's the only one in the entire Ko Academy who can express affection so poignantly. (Kudo Yukiko expresses disapproval. JPG)
Shiho bit her lower lip hard, only a broken breath could escape from her lips. She wanted to open her mouth to argue, but was fixed by Vermouth's captivating gaze.
Those deep, undisguised blue eyes held her tightly in their grip. It was a confirmed love sniper rifle.
As soon as Sister Bay's eyes opened, all the defenses of her girlish heart and the firewall of her rationality were instantly destroyed.
Shiho tried hard to regulate her breathing, but the words she spoke still came out weak and uncontrollably: "I...I didn't...it was you..."
Huiyuan.exe has stopped working, please restart later...
The hard-mouthed index is maxed out, the last stubbornness of a girl's heart. Dr. Miyano: At least keep some of the cool personality.
"What is it, huh?" Vermouth interrupted her and moved closer again, brushing her nose against Shiho's ear, her gentle breath spreading on the skin behind her ear.
"Did I force you, or...did you lose control?"
These words were straightforward, cruel, yet accurate in breaking down Shiho's last barrier.
"You can't control yourself" and so on, this is the ultimate nuclear bomb in the world of love.
Sister Bei’s OS: I am not only the pinnacle of beauty, I can also accurately attack psychological defenses.
With a powerful, double-strike attack, using both his mouth and breath to seduce the girl, it's effortless. (Sister Bay confidently stands with her hands on her hips. JPG)
A blush instantly crept up Shiho's cheeks and burned all the way to her ears.
She gently and defensively pressed her body together, but found that her body was not responding to her commands.
She could only move her body uselessly, her voice very soft: "Don't...speak so...excessively."
Miyano Shiho · Shyness out of control · Historic moment.
Shiho: I originally wanted to be cool and stunning with Takamine, but now...
The cold-hearted Shirley actually has a "dizzy" physique.
Shiho has entered a state of "social death", her physical escape has failed, and her mental defenses are in crisis.
"Too much?" Vermouth laughed, raised her face, and fixed her gaze on Shiho's face again, but her slender fingertips did not stop moving confidently.
Own BGM: Dangerous Woman Online Warning.jpg Bayonetta: Small scene.
The finger slowly slid down along a gentle arc and finally landed on the lily field.
Chinese reading comprehension question: The Lily Special Zone has been unlocked, high-energy warning for the next step.
"Shiho-chan, your expression right now is much more interesting than what I'm saying... Hey, are you afraid that I'll see through your thoughts?"
Vermouth: I see through not only your identity, but also your inner thoughts (sideways smile)
Shiho's breathing suddenly stopped. The fingertips brushed against her skin, the lingering warmth still lingering, the burning sensation too vivid.
Reason screamed and fled, but the body betrayed the will, and a strange feeling spread. In my heart, I secretly begged for more.
The rational brain + emotionally restrained scientist Ji's mind is crying, but her body is having a party.
Shiho: I'm not, I didn't, please stop talking. (covering my face)
She clenched her teeth tightly, as if to crush the sobs and shame that surged between her lips.
Finally, with a hoarse voice, he managed a weak retort: "Is this what you want? Appreciating me like this... this look where I can't do anything to you. You feel happy inside, right? Hmm?"
The ice girl fights back and starts using her mouth to fight.
The tough talk is max, and the blushing is 100% synchronized.
Shiho: I've learned how to talk, but against this woman... there's a high probability that my "skills will be ineffective."
On the ultimate training of the "tough-talking heroine": she will curse even when she is physically suppressed.
The light in Vermouth's eyes dimmed, and these words seemed to ignite something.
His fingertips suddenly exerted force, clamping Shiho's wrist, with just the right amount of force to make Shiho frown but without leaving any marks.
Beilu Modou really knows how to handle things properly, and provides a comprehensive service that is both thoughtful and caring. The professional, experienced driver is simply different.
"Resist?" She snorted contemptuously, leaned down, and brushed her soft lips behind Shiho's ear. "Do you really want to do this? Or... do you actually enjoy me doing this to you?"
Shiho is in social death online, and the comments behind her are all over the screen: "Surrender."
After all, Beilu Modou has never been a "merely seducer of sex appeal", but a dangerous woman who treats love as a game of manipulation.
From "clamping the wrist" to "rubbing lips behind the ears", every move is a boundary test + maximum sense of dominance.
This control can be said to be textbook-level: it is not simply "ambiguity", but "dominance and submission" on the psychological level.
Shiho gasped as Vermouth's soft lips brushed past her ear, causing the skin behind it to feel instantly hot.
His fingertips clenched the bed sheet.
Classic scene, "So nervous that the sheets are torn." Sheet victim +1
She tried to open her mouth to protest, but could only utter dissonant, intermittent sounds. This reaction undoubtedly exposed her...physical state of being dominated.
He's been tough on the outside, losing three games in a row, but his body seems to be... numb from winning?
Vermouth naturally caught the flaw in this moment, narrowed her eyes, and then bit her small earlobe lightly, leaving a light red tooth mark.
Beijie marked the territory online, Shiho: The kitten was taken away again...嘤嘤嘤.
"Tell me." Vermouth's ASMR-level voice had a commanding quality. As a foreigner, at this moment, her Japanese was still a standard Kanto accent. Her palm slid down, neither light nor heavy. "Do you like it or not?"
This kind of verbal provocation made Shiho's body instantly tense. A strange pleasure washed over her mind, leaving her with a blank. Her breathing quickened, and her words stammered incoherently: "You...you clearly know..."
Such weak words, coming from Miyano Shiho's mouth, could probably only come out of a dream where she was free and didn't have to worry about what others around her would think.
The sudden multiple choice question, which is fairly scientific, is:
A. Vermouth can accurately control the force to "clamp without leaving a mark";
B. Shiho, despite having all the scientific knowledge, was no match for her physiological reactions;
C. Mary Akai didn't even drop down from the ceiling to check on her;
D. How come these characters have time for romance?
“Know what?” Vermouth lowered her eyes, looking at Shiho beneath her, and became more confident. “Tell me clearly. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee the strength I’ll use next.”
"Force"? Is it playing cards, tug-of-war, or playing with toys?
On second thought, is this a manipulative relationship? "Speak clearly, or you'll understand." Isn't this the legendary "controlling, beautiful villain"?
Shiho bit her lower lip, and a few strands of brown hair stuck to her cheeks in a messy manner.
She knew that Vermouth was pushing her to the edge of a cliff, but physically, in every way, she could not resist this feeling of being completely dominated...sinking.
It's just a classic "I know it's wrong, but I just fall for it" scene. (Smoking.JPG)
Chinese translation: "Although I know it's dangerous, I just can't stop."
Shiho: Not intellectually, but physically. This woman is toxic, but I'm hooked.
He took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, only a soft, weak whisper remained: "...I like it."
The feeling of being completely dominated and sinking.
Vermouth narrowed her eyes, looking beautiful and charming, and a happy smile appeared between her red lips, which had been featured in close-ups in many Hollywood blockbusters.
Attention! Warning: The villain's unique laughter is here! The bad woman is going to win!
Chinese translation: "I knew you would say that, I got it~ Hehe~"
The fingertips then slowly slid across Shiho's flushed skin, and the movements slowed down slightly, as if to stimulate every nerve ending.
Lively comments popped up one after another:
"Ahhh, this is a standard S-level flirting technique."
"My peripheral nerve endings are about to sound the alarm, the protagonists are already knocking on the door (crime scene)"
"Red skin + slow-motion fingertips + peripheral nerves" = triple critical hit.
“I can imagine the scene: slow motion, the background music cuts to “Moonlight Serenade”, and the air is full of pheromones (addictive)”
"She has completely controlled the rhythm, and the offense and defense are all under her control."
Shiho's tense body gradually lost its strength under the touch of her fingertips. The last line of defense in her heart finally collapsed under the gentle torture of her lips and tongue.
Barrage:
"Gentle torture has been included in the new scientific dictionary."
"Lost, Science of Architecture: What is the earthquake resistance level of your atrium?"
"Little scientist Shiho couldn't take it anymore, and the audience said: I can't do it either."
"The defense line has been breached. Next step: high-energy warning."
Vermouth's tongue slowly traced the soft lines of Shiho's lips. Her gesture was composed, a gesture of confidence and control, a unique elegance.
The barrage continues to be joyful:
"Shiho on the tip of the tongue (funny)"
"Take your time and effort" is what a master does, don't rush, don't rush. (Not daring to breathe, covering my face and looking carefully through my fingers)
"The unique elegance of a master = the full aura of an S-class boss."
"The atmosphere at the scene was full, and the comments were: The front is overflowing with Ke Tui Luo Meng."
The mellow aroma of the wine blends and permeates between the lips and teeth, as if brewing a special cocktail that is unique to them, with layered flavors and a lingering aftertaste.
Popular comments:
"I understand this taste. It's the bitterness of love combined with the alcohol content."
"The name of the exclusive cocktail is 'Belle Special', right?"
“I suggest adding an Easter egg: Béai mixes cocktails in a European castle.”
"The bartending upstairs, is it really bartending or driving?"
"Little Rice Flower Detectives, please don't imitate."
"This isn't a kiss, it's a cocktail-level soul-blending."
"When Kiel reports the weather on TV, maybe he could add, 'Today's emotional index: Mixed alcohol levels exceed the limit. Detective Rice Krispies, please stay home.'"
"Chinese translation: "There will be widespread heavy rainfall today. It is recommended that Conan stay at home."
Absinthe, once you are addicted, you are doomed to ruin. Find joy in suffering, there is love in wine.
Sister Bei: Do you think you can get rid of me?
Shiho's consciousness gradually became blurred and her judgment was gradually deprived.
Barrage:
"Shiho has stopped being a human being today. Will she still go to school tomorrow?"
"High-energy alert, new formula for scientific hypnotic drugs."
"What if this could be broadcast on TV animation? Ran's knife is going to fly towards me."
"She's still here, but her mind is on vacation."
“Chinese translation: I know I shouldn’t love, but I’m already drowning.”
At this moment, the 19-year-old Shiho didn't want to think, nor did she have any idea of resisting. She could only let the complex and contradictory emotions drag her into the bottomless sea.
After all, sharks belong to the deep blue sea.
Bouncing barrage:
"Is this the end of science? No, it's the beginning of a new world."
"Love really makes people lose their defenses..."
"Miyano Shiho: My firewall has been breached by Vermouth, boohoo."
"Chinese translation: I accept my fate, I've fallen. Sobbing."
Is this... the so-called helplessness of fate?
At high tide, the sea water, with its brutal force, ruthlessly swept away the shells on the beach, leaving only a desolate golden sand on the beach.
The last bit of persistence in her heart was completely drowned.
The night is very quiet.
The moonlight is beautiful.
Lilies under the moon, the atmosphere is perfect.
Mihua, tonight is actually Christmas Eve.
Sister Bei, boss of the winery: No trouble tonight, just focus on being ambiguous.
Q: Shiho, what will you do now?
A. I immediately regained my composure, rushed out the door, and returned to the lab to continue my research.
B. Take one more sip of absinthe and let it sink;
C. Enjoy it silently and don’t admit it.
D. Counterattack! We must counterattack. Where is the pride of the Popcorn People?
Nineteen-year-old Miyano Shiho and twenty-nine-year-old (self-proclaimed) Vermouth were unaware that they were just guests in their dreams and indulged in pleasure for a while.
I just wonder if if these two were caught by the organization, would they be “unable to look back at their homeland in the moonlight” or “a river of spring water flowing eastward”?
Hey, what's that? Whose homeland is this?
Miyano Shiho, if you think about it carefully, has both British and Japanese ancestry, and both countries are included, so it can't be considered her homeland.
Vermouth, an American...right?
Where did you come from?
Outside the window, a crescent moon hangs in the azure sky. What a beautiful scene of rice flowers and moonlight.
The moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and quietly falls on the wooden floor.
The romance is strong.
This scene is similar to the scene of the "Moonlight Sonata" murder case, but the one to be played today is not the Beethoven that Conan has listened to on the island, but Bayonetta's Flirting Concerto.
The light, cold and lonely, quietly watches the hidden obsession here.
Inside the small room, only the breathing of the two people remained, and the communication that could not be expressed in words, like a surging undercurrent...
At this moment, the relationship between them became ambiguous and difficult to discern.
Enemy? Ally? Or... lover?
In the world of science, the classic three-choice tactic is late but it has arrived, but this time the weapon is not an ice pick, rope or fishing line, but Cupid's arrow.
The past and the clear boundaries were all shattered by Cupid's arrow in this sudden night.
Or perhaps, those Chu Rivers and Han Rivers are just mirages and never really existed.
However, the chessboard can be turned over, but how will this forbidden chess game end?
When the false is made to appear true, the true becomes false. Now, with the full moon as evidence, in the blink of an eye, all the contradictions seem like morning dew and mayflies.
Vermouth and Shirley.
What matters is the desire at this moment.
What matters is the comfort that each other needs at this moment.
All I have at this moment is a fleeting moment of moonlight. But perhaps this, at this moment, is enough.
A moment is eternity. Haibara Ai's APTX4869 can shrink her body, and Bayonetta's disguise can change her appearance, but neither can change the heartbeat at this moment.
You can apply for the Nobel Prize in Chemistry: Two deep participants in the APTX project have demonstrated with their own actions the scientists' way of reconciliation.
The night is as thick as ink, flowing slowly between heaven and earth.
Outside the window, the prosperity of Tokyo is like a Ukiyo-e painting that blends light and shadow. The neon lights flicker and the noise is secretly magnified.
Indoors, the warm yellow light creates a gentle atmosphere on the floor, while the air is a little crisp.
The coolness is perhaps due to Shirley's inherent icy aura, while the warm yellow is a rare moment when Bayley takes off her disguise. A blend of hot and cold.
Only the sound of each other's breathing slowly lingered in the silence, so softly that it seemed as if they were afraid of disturbing the thick rice-flower night.
Vermouth raised her hand and paused in mid-air for a moment, as if she was hesitating, or savoring something, and finally, it gently fell on Shiho's cheek.
This hand, which once held a custom-made women's pistol and shot Judy's father, has become soft and gentle tonight.
This hand, once used to hold a gun and draw eyebrows, is now measuring the appearance of a weak and talented girl.
His fingertips touched lightly, but at the moment of contact, he carefully withdrew some of the strength, trembled slightly, and then slid down along the contour of Shiho's delicate and beautiful cheek, gently supporting her chin.
In the touch, there is temptation, and a little nostalgia that surges out from the depths of time.
It seems that this belated intimacy is to make up for the separation in the wind and snow a year ago.
When I think about it carefully, a year ago, when Shiho Miyano and Vermouth said goodbye during a night of snowstorm in New York, did they ever imagine that the scene they would meet again would be like this?
"Shiho, you've changed. You're completely different from back then. You're like a completely different person."
Vermouth murmured softly, her voice like the evening breeze under the sea of cherry trees in Kyoto on a spring day, brushing against the strings of a zither.
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