Perona's laughter came to an abrupt halt. She keenly sensed the crackling sparks between the two terrifying women and immediately whooshed behind Kumashi, only showing a pair of eyes to observe in secret.
Su Modie was also stunned. She even forgot to struggle for a moment, and while Reze was suckling on her small face, she spoke.
"Ah... Makima, you're back?"
Normally, at such an awkward moment of being "caught in the act," Reze should have let go.
But she didn't.
Reze's green eyes slanted upward slightly. Through Su Modie's messy hair, she locked eyes with the ringed eyes at the door. Not only did she not back down, but there was also an added hint of provocation.
In this deathly silent awkwardness, Reze deliberately tightened her arms around Su Modie, and then, right in front of Makima, she pressed hard against the reddened cheek—
Slurp.
She sucked heavily several more times.
She didn't stop until Su Modie's originally fair and tender cheek was sucked bright red, leaving a clear, wet mark.
Only then did she let out an extremely crisp and erotic "pop" sound and let go.
A glistening thread of saliva broke between the two, leaving Su Modie's face covered in spit.
"Oh, isn't this Makima?"
Reze still held the red-faced, brain-stalled Su Modie, her chin resting intimately on top of Su Modie's head. Looking at Makima, the corner of her mouth curled into an arc that held little respect.
"Sorry, Modie-chan and I were playing too intently, I didn't notice you."
Su Modie felt the cold saliva on her face and looked at Makima at the door, whose aura was clearly beginning to drop in pressure... The temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point in that instant.
Makima didn't get angry because of Reze's provocative actions.
On the contrary, there wasn't even a ripple on her beautiful face.
Not a single ripple... she just used those golden ringed eyes to faintly sweep over Reze.
It was like a human looking at an ill-mannered wild dog barking over its food.
She took a step with her long legs, casually took off her black trench coat, and walked up to the two step by step.
Makima didn't look at Reze. Instead, she bent down slightly, her finger gently tilting up Su Modie's small face that was wet with saliva. Her tone was so gentle it was hair-raising: "Master Su Modie, I've only been gone for a few days, and you've made yourself so... dirty. You really are too careless."
She said the word "dirty" very lightly, but it was pointed.
Then, as if she had just discovered Reze's existence, she turned her head and gave her a cold glance.
"Reze-chan, basic hygiene habits and etiquette should still be maintained. Don't bring the bad habits you picked up in the Soviet Union into Master's home."
This one sentence directly and precisely stepped on a landmine.
Every word implied that Reze was an uneducated, outdated Slavic brute.
"Heh..."
Instead of letting go, Reze hugged Su Modie's slender waist even tighter.
She raised her head, her turquoise eyes full of mockery, striking back without showing any weakness:
"Miss Makima is indeed more noble than a brute like me. As soon as you arrive, you're busy talking business and plotting schemes." Reze spoke while flippantly helping Su Modie wipe the saliva off her face: "Unlike me, a country person who only knows how to cherish Modie-chan."
"After all, back when Modie-chan hadn't made her fortune yet, I was the one who accompanied her, huddling together for warmth on a moldy little bed."
At this point, the smile at the corner of Reze's mouth became even more malicious. She stared into Makima's emotionless eyes: "That feeling of depending on each other for life, with only each other to rely on... I'm afraid certain Agent ladies who only cut in line later won't be able to experience that in this lifetime, right?"
A critical hit.
Reze directly brought out the "Original Partner" flag.
Caught in the middle, Su Modie was trembling.
She could feel that although these two didn't make a move, within the mental network centered on her, two massive wills were clashing frantically.
One was volatile gunpowder that would explode at a touch, and the other was suffocating Control and pressure.
"Horo-horo-horo!"
Perona found that it didn't seem to involve her, and quietly poked half her body out from behind Kumashi.
Watching these two women being sarcastic to each other, the fear in her eyes completely vanished, replaced by excitement and stimulation.
"Kumashi, did you hear that?"
The small red umbrella in Perona's hand waved excitedly. Her voice wasn't loud, but just enough for everyone to hear.
"That bad woman actually mocked Reze for being outdated old goods! How mean! But Reze is also amazing, directly calling her a line-cutting mistress! Horo-horo-horo!"
Perona covered her mouth and snickered, adding fuel to the fire.
With the look of a wicked girl wanting to see blood flow like a river, her heart seemed to be screaming—
Fight! Fight!
Fanning the flames-ing
"..."
Kumashi silently watched his Master court death.
Makima ignored Perona's fanning of the flames.
Facing Reze's original partner theory, she only gave a light laugh.
There was no annoyance in that smile; instead, it carried arrogance.
"Indulging in the past is a sign of the weak."
Makima straightened up and unbuttoned her collar, revealing her fair and slender neck.
She no longer looked at Reze, but locked her gaze on Su Modie's panicked small face.
"The length of companionship does not determine the height of status. What matters is—who can bring more to the Master."
She reached out and pointed her fingertip through the air at Reze, her tone indifferent: "What's more, you didn't arrive many days earlier than I did. You were just lucky. You only know how to solve problems with explosions—crude, noisy. Besides causing trouble for Master and acting spoiled in such a low-level way, what else can you do?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D. resources? The obedience of Ghost Rider? Or the underground forces of all New York?"
"Compared to a vase that only knows how to hide at home and occasionally make some noise..."
Makima leaned down, those golden ringed eyes like a vortex, staring at Su Modie. She lightly brushed over her exposed collarbone, her voice dropped extremely low, full of a certain forbidden temptation: "What Master Su Modie needs more is a... dog like me, who can help her Master the entire World, right?"
Checkmate!
Makima directly performed a dimensional strike from the perspective of "value theory." She even bypassed the contestant, not hesitating to use self-debasement by calling herself Su Modie's dog to use words to tempt Su Modie, the judge and the center of the conflict.
It was simply too "despicable"!
"Horo-horo-horo!"
Perona's eyes lit up as she listened, and she immediately waved her small red umbrella to join the fray:
"That's right, that's right! Makima has a point! My Lord Su Modie is going to conquer the World in the future, she really does need an obedient and powerful dog! Reze, did you hear that? She called you a vase!"
Veins popped on Reze's forehead... the conflict... had begun.
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