Sis, this is getting awkward.
We're both thousand-year-old foxes; why are you playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio with me here?
When Berry realized that Evelyn wanted to play this kind of game with her, honestly, she couldn't keep up the facade anymore.
So, Evelyn bringing Kikyo into the room meant she was planning to go the purely physical route.
Of course, the signs of Kikyo being "moved" that Evelyn saw were merely adjustments made by Berry.
Since the other party had started, how could she not cooperate a little?
But in reality, Berry just felt speechless about Evelyn's actions.
If she still had a *thing*, maybe the lower head would control the upper head right now, and she might impulsively fall for the trap.
But unfortunately, Berry no longer had such desires; she was a perfect person whose morality, intellect, physical health, and aesthetics had all been fully developed.
Evelyn's tricks were still not enough to impress her.
Although she didn't know what the other party was trying to achieve with this game, Berry wasn't interested right now.
Sorry, don't want to do it with you.
Just as Evelyn subtly reached behind her back, preparing to pull the precarious thin strap and let the dress slip down, Kikyo grabbed her hand, preventing the restricted scene from happening.
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Seeing the other party's confused and slightly stunned expression, Kikyo shrugged, decided not to act anymore, and reverted to her original state.
"Sorry, little sister, you're not my type."
Her finger lifted Evelyn's chin and grazed her red lips. Amidst Evelyn's stunned expression, Kikyo shook her head, indicating refusal.
"If you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving. Goodbye."
Kikyo turned to leave. Only then did Evelyn, whose plan had failed, react, gritting her jaw and shouting at Kikyo's retreating back.
"Why did you refuse? Am I not pretty enough?"
"Or is it that you like men and can't accept this?"
Hearing the angry shouts from behind, Kikyo felt it necessary to dispel Evelyn's unrealistic notions, so she turned around.
"Although I don't know what you're trying to do, I advise you to dismiss some unrealistic fantasies. Your move won't work on me."
Of course it didn't work.
Seriously, you came knocking without even knowing what kind of dish I prefer. Of course it was useless.
History has already provided the answer to what Berry prefers.
Short hair, rebellious, cool older sister, tomboy.
If you try the red-lipped beauty routine on me, isn't that just a waste of effort?
You haven't even figured out my XP system and you want to ride the 'promotion device'? You should just stick to your job.
And V was practically a baby sent by heaven to perfectly align with Berry's XP. She had no regrets in this life; she had no desire for anyone else.
In her view, the different ways people satisfy that desire could divide them into two personality types.
Some people just like novelty, moving from one type to the next, never satisfied, like hunters constantly seeking new prey.
This was what Berry called the Hunter Personality.
The other type, however, holds onto one field and cultivates it meticulously. This was what Berry called the Old Farmer Personality.
Berry considered herself a skilled Old Farmer, only caring about her own plot of land.
Satisfied with familiar circumstances, devoted to deep cultivation day after day.
The scent of her partner, every part of her skin, was so familiar and captivating that she simply couldn't stop.
As for others, sorry, Berry didn't like pioneering or cultivating raw land.
Berry thought she had answered Evelyn's question clearly enough.
But in Evelyn's ears, these ambiguous words took on a different meaning.
She thought Kikyo knew about her scheme and was now subtly warning her.
This clever misunderstanding drove the two further apart, and Evelyn's attitude immediately changed.
Believing her plot was exposed, Evelyn's eyes instantly turned cold, and her face flushed dark green. The previous seductive, debilitating softness vanished completely.
"Hmph, no matter what you say, I will never give up Judy. I'm telling you, she is mine."
Hmm?
Evelyn's words were a bit confusing.
What did this have to do with Judy?
Well, if she couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure it out, but Berry clearly understood that Evelyn was throwing threats at her.
Could she tolerate this?
"Save your strength, Little Sister Ai. Reverse psychology doesn't work on me."
"Also, wear more clothes next time. Don't let your thighs catch a cold."
Kikyo casually dropped the remark, glanced one last time at Evelyn, and turned to leave.
Kikyo departed, leaving only Evelyn in the room, seething with impotent rage as she watched Kikyo's back.
She gritted her teeth, unable to speak.
This Kikyo was definitely humiliating her.
She clearly saw through her intentions from the start yet pretended to fall into the trap—it was truly... too insulting.
Evelyn was furious that her tried-and-true maneuver had failed on a woman like this.
Not only was her affection for Judy being negated, but her professional skills had also been ruthlessly attacked.
And this was all because of the female Mercenary in front of her.
Evelyn clenched her fists, feeling as if she had taken a punch out of thin air, with nowhere to vent her anger.
The Honey Trap had utterly failed... "What's wrong with that chick?"
There was a rare guest at the bar counter.
Jiaoni Silverarm was busy fiddling with her unique alcohol distiller on the table, clearly cyber-drinking and enjoying electronic alcohol.
She saw the lightly dressed Evelyn stomp down the stairs with a dark expression and raised an eyebrow curiously.
"Nothing much. Maybe she just caught a chill."
Berry sat right next to Johnny, straightening her back, feeling confident in her height compared to Johnny.
Sitting right there at the bar, she had enjoyed a cyber Honey Trap through Kikyo.
Watching the movement of Evelyn's large Da Baimo bouncing up and down as she stomped down the stairs, Berry clicked her tongue, sighing that it was truly a case of "fine branches bearing plump fruit."
Shaking her head, when she looked down to grab a can, she saw Johnny staring intently at Evelyn and immediately felt curious.
"What, even looking like that, you still have that kind of desire?"
"Tsk."
Johnny's reaction was straightforward; she rolled her eyes at Berry and lowered her head to fiddle with her cyber drinking device.
However, Berry wasn't wrong.
That woman named Evelyn was quite to her liking.
Mature, with a hot figure.
If Johnny were still that rebellious boy, she would probably be thinking of ways to hook up with her now.
Thin waist, big chest, and a perky butt.
Unlike her radical anti-corporate stance, Johnny was quite conservative when it came to female aesthetics.
Of course, according to her, this is what a woman should be—as tempting as ripe fruit.
Forget about those "boards"; only weirdos would be attracted to that type.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Johnny immediately offended both people.
Evelyn, wearing high heels, stormed into the bar area, pulled out a bottle of tequila from underneath, opened it with a bottle opener, and took a huge gulp of the 50-plus proof liquor, startling the patrons drinking at the bar.
Wow, that's intense.
Meanwhile, Johnny's gaze grew even hotter.
Ripe fruit, big chest, and a little crazy.
It was exactly to her liking.
Honestly, she was actually a little tempted now.
This is what you call a woman.
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