Evening, New York, Hells Kitchen.
"Ding—"
As the doors of the private elevator slid open slowly, Makima stepped out in high heels with elegant strides.
Fisk and Wesley, who had been waiting on both sides of the elevator, immediately bowed deeply in unison.
Only after Makima walked past them did the two dare to straighten their backs and respectfully follow behind her.
"Miss Makima."
Fisk's voice was kept very low.
Makima didn't look back; unbuttoning her suit jacket, she walked toward the door at the end of the corridor leading to the penthouse duplex, her voice flat: "How is the situation?"
Following behind, Wesley adjusted his glasses and looked at the back ahead, reporting quickly: "Thanks to your planning, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s cleanup of the underground network was very thorough. Most of The Hand's forces are working hard to withdraw from New York."
"However... according to intelligence, they haven't given up and will likely stage a comeback for the Dragon Bone once the heat dies down."
"Additionally, regarding the Purification Enterprise."
Fisk added immediately, his massive frame trying to lighten his footsteps, "I have completely banned the powder and human trafficking business in all territories under my name. Although profits have been cut in half, it has greatly improved my image in the public eye."
At this point, Fisk's footsteps paused slightly, his tone becoming a bit dry: "As for the mayoral election... although the polls are rising, the media and opponents have seized some of my past dirt..."
Makima, walking ahead, suddenly stopped.
She didn't turn around, nor did she speak, but in that instant, the air in the corridor seemed to freeze.
A suffocating and terrifying sense of pressure emanated from that slender back, enveloping the two men behind her.
Fisk and Wesley felt as if their throats were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.
That feeling was like being prey targeted by a predator at the top of the food chain, where even breathing became a luxury.
Just as Fisk desperately thought he was about to face Makima's wrath, the pressure suddenly receded like a tide.
"It doesn't matter."
Makima started walking again, her voice still without a ripple, as if the terror just now was merely an illusion shared by the two.
"This is just a small attempt at transformation. Continue to maintain your persona as a philanthropist and wash the mud off yourself even cleaner."
"I think you have a very good chance of winning."
This wasn't Makima feeding him empty encouragement; Fisk, this 'Big Stomach,' was indeed very capable. Even without her help, he would have become the mayor of New York City in a few years. Makima was merely accelerating and stabilizing the process.
"Yes... yes! Thank you for your mercy!" Fisk panted heavily, as if having survived a disaster.
Walking to the heavy mahogany door, Makima waved her hand: "Dismissed."
Only after the two retreated into the elevator in fear and trepidation did Makima's hand rest on the doorknob.
At this moment, the inhuman indifference on her beautiful face softened slightly.
Just as she pushed the door open a crack, she heard the blushing and heart-thumping noises from inside.
"Hey~ Modie-chan, come look at my little kitty~"
"Is... is this really okay? The shape is so hard to make..."
It was Su Modie's voice, sounding a bit soft and strained, even carrying a hint of shame.
"Of course you can~ You try it too. Spread your legs a bit more, yes, lower your body... I want to see your little kitty too~ It must be very cute~"
She pushed open the door.
In the spacious and luxurious living room.
The floor-to-ceiling windows, which could overlook most of Hells Kitchen, were covered by curtains.
The desk lamp held by Perona projected a warm yellow halo onto the off-white wall.
Reze wore only a loose sweatshirt and shorts. Her emerald-green eyes shimmered with a playful light under the lamp. With her hands crossed in front of her head, fingers nimbly curled, and legs fully folded, she squatted in the light and shadow, displaying amazing flexibility.
The shadow she projected on the wall perfectly presented the shape of a sitting cat.
Reze's Little Kitty
"See, it's simple, right?" Reze smiled, looking at the clumsy Su Modie beside her.
At this time, Su Modie had black short hair covering her ears. She looked very small, like a student who hadn't grown up yet, but she was wearing an oversized gray long-sleeved pajama. The collar hung loosely to one side, revealing her delicate collarbones.
Because the pajama was so large it could cover her buttocks, she only wore a pair of cotton panties underneath.
Thus, those two slender, snow-white thighs without a trace of fat were exposed to the air without any cover.
They swayed slightly with her movements, as if unconsciously plucking at the heartstrings of the women present.
At this moment, this "little thing" was trying hard to learn Reze's way of fully squatting, while also twisting her hands into the shape of cat whiskers.
"It clearly looks simple... but why doesn't it look right?"
Su Modie's little face flushed red; her body naturally wasn't as flexible as Reze's.
"Ouch!"
Sure enough, her center of gravity became unstable. Su Modie's foot slipped, and she sat directly on the thick carpet, falling backward. A corner of the gray pajama's hem lifted, revealing a large area of dazzling white skin, looking both embarrassed and cute.
"Horo-horo-horo-horo!"
Perona laughed so hard she couldn't catch her breath, the light from the lamp in her hand trembling.
"Lord Su Modie is so funny! Your shadow doesn't look like a cat; it looks like a squashed frog! Horo-horo!"
"Shut up, Perona!" Su Modie tried to climb up huffily, her cheeks stained with a layer of pink due to shame and indignation.
Reze watched this scene, her heart skipping a beat.
How could she be so cute?
She is clearly the Master who gave me rebirth, the villainous leader controlling everything behind the scenes.
Yet her main body is such a soft, fragrant little thing that bristles at the slightest touch.
Seeing her sitting on the floor with her white legs exposed so defenselessly, I really want to... pull her into my arms and make her show even more interesting expressions.
Before Su Modie could sit steadily, an exquisite face with a mischievous grin enlarged before her eyes.
Reze suddenly reached out and pulled the tiny Su Modie into her arms.
"Modie-chan~~ how can you be so cute~"
"What... mmph?!"
Before Su Modie could react, Reze had already lowered her head and taken a bite of her soft, slightly baby-fat cheek.
"What are you doing! Let go! What's your zodiac sign? Why are you biting people?"
Su Modie's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, her hands flailing in Reze's arms. But this damn Synesthesia made her not only feel the moist heat from Reze's tongue but also the soft texture of her own cheek.
Perona's face flushed red as she watched, and she couldn't help but cover... Kumashi's eyes.
Just then.
"Click."
The sound of a door closing rang out.
Makima stood at the door, shoes still on, looking expressionlessly at the two women on the carpet.
Expressionless Makima
The air in the living room gradually became awkward.
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