Who was Reze?
She was the bomb demon who wasn't even afraid of death.
Upon hearing the word "trophy," Reze's green eyes, which had still held a hint of playfulness, instantly turned cold. Her brows furrowed tightly; she was clearly provoked into a genuine rage.
"Value? Don't make me laugh."
"Modie-chan isn't the kind of profit-seeking scum who..."
Perona, floating in mid-air, also changed her expression, immediately nodding in agreement like a swaying blade of grass: "That's right, that's right! Su Modie My Lord values feelings above all else! She's not the kind of person who only cares about profit! Makima, what you said is way too much!"
Reze ignored the ghost who was just watching the fun. She suddenly reached out and provocatively grabbed Makima's hanging tie, giving it a sharp tug that forced Makima to stumble half a step forward.
The faces of the two instantly became extremely close.
Their noses almost touched.
Green-eyed madness and golden arrogance seemed to collide violently in the air.
Reze lowered her voice, speaking each word deliberately so that only the three of them could hear:
"I have already dedicated everything to Modie-chan—my body, soul, heart... I am willing to give my life for her at any moment."
"As for you... I don't know what you're plotting, Control Devil, but I'm warning you: don't even think about having any ill intentions toward Modie-chan."
It seemed that day's nightmare still had an impact on Reze.
Even though Makima was also an avatar and they even knew what each other was thinking, Reze still didn't trust Makima.
After all, as fellow wicked women, when it came to "evil," Makima's level was unsurpassed by anyone present.
Facing this blunt threat, Makima didn't pull away from the tie. Looking at the protective Reze, she instead let out a light chuckle, her tone composed: "I can do those things too. I am naturally willing to give everything for Master Su Modie, even my life. But you..."
Seeing that their argument was about to escalate into a Yandere competition over "who is more willing to die for Su Modie."
Sandwiched between the two women and being fought over like a trophy, Su Modie finally reached the end of her patience.
"Enough!!!"
Su Modie suddenly sat up from the carpet.
Although she was small and not as strong as these two monsters, her aura at this moment was unexpectedly forceful.
She reached out with both hands—
Her left hand grabbed Reze's delicate and smooth little face and pulled outward.
Her right hand pinched Makima's cold and beautiful cheek and gave it a tug.
"Whu? Modie-chan... what are you doing... it hurts..."
"Mhm... Master?"
The faces of the two female devil bosses were instantly pinched out of shape.
The atmosphere that had been at daggers drawn just a moment ago suddenly shifted from serious to ridiculous.
"You two, can you stop talking about dying every time you open your mouths?" Su Modie glared at them huffily, displaying the dignity a main body should have: "That's enough! Stop arguing! It wasn't easy for us to get together; if you keep fighting, I'll really be unhappy!"
"...I'm sorry, Modie-chan."
Reze immediately let go of the tie, becoming as well-behaved as a cat that had done something wrong.
"My apologies, Master, I was out of line."
Makima also lowered her head, letting Su Modie pinch her face, her voice submissive.
Seeing that the two had settled down, Su Modie finally let go.
She huffed, then her eyes darted around. To prevent these two from fighting again tonight, she—who "absolutely never acts on impulse, absolutely never lets a bad deed go unjudged, and always judges fairly and beautifully"—issued her final verdict:
"To punish you for your noisiness just now... tonight, both of you will warm the bed for me!"
Su Modie said with full confidence:
"No one even think about running away! Do you hear me!"
"...Eh?"
In that instant, both Reze and Makima were stunned.
Immediately after, a hint of joy that was hard to conceal appeared on Reze's face; although she'd have to endure Makima, as long as she could hold Modie-chan without her being snatched away, it was fine. Meanwhile, the corner of Makima's mouth also curled into a satisfied arc.
She worked so hard in S.H.I.E.L.D. precisely to enjoy this.
"As you command, Master."
"Since it's Modie-chan's request, then I'll reluctantly tolerate certain people."
Although the two were still shooting daggers at each other with their eyes, their bodies were very honest. They flanked Su Modie on both sides and walked toward the large bed in the bedroom, the atmosphere becoming strangely harmonious.
However—
Perona, watching the backs of the three as they departed, was completely dumbfounded.
The Small Red Umbrella in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Wait... what? Eh? What about me?!"
Perona's eyes widened, her dark pupils filled with disbelief.
"Wait! Reze! Don't you hate that wicked woman the most? How can you accept sleeping with her! You should kick her out!"
"Makima! Don't you have a cleanliness obsession? How can you squeeze onto one bed with Reze?!"
No matter how she shouted from behind, the three over there had already begun harmoniously allocating pillows.
Perona felt as if a bright red Joker nose had appeared on her own nose out of thin air.
So after all that fanning the flames and switching sides for so long... in the end, the Joker was herself?
"Kumashi..." Perona's eyes welled with tears as she turned to look at Kumashi: "They're bullying me..."
"Wuwuwu..."
Wuwuwu, what about me? What about me?
The bedroom door closed with a soft click, heartlessly cutting off Perona's miserable complaints in the hallway.
The air inside the bedroom became thick, and the lights were dimmed to a most suggestive, hazy warm yellow, as if everything were covered in a layer of misty soft gauze.
Su Modie, like a resigned small animal, was the first to climb onto the large bed that was big enough for several people.
In the center of this storm, she didn't even know what kind of posture to adopt to welcome all this naturally.
The rustling sound of fabric rubbing came from behind her; it was light, yet every sound felt like it was scratching at Su Modie's heart.
Then, the left side of the mattress suddenly sank.
Reze practically "threw" herself into the covers.
She carried the moist heat unique to someone fresh out of a bath, sliding to Su Modie's side like a nimble fish.
With a slight rustle of fabric, Reze's body, carrying a slightly feverish temperature, pressed up against her without reservation.
She buried her cheek in the crook of Su Modie's neck, wrapped her arms around Su Modie's waist, and even went as far as to rest a leg over Su Modie's calf, clinging to her like an octopus.
"Modie-chan, you smell so good..."
Reze's voice was muffled, carrying a hint of a spoiled nasal tone, her warm breath fanning over Su Modie's collarbone and triggering a wave of fine tremors.
Before Su Modie could adapt to the heat on this side, the mattress on the right also began to slowly sink.
The corner of the quilt was gently lifted, and a mesmerizing cold fragrance slowly invaded her nostrils.
It was Makima...
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