Inside the master bedroom, the enchanting spring scenery and the incessant ringing of bells were locked away behind a heavy soundproof door.
That poor burgundy velvet skirt and the sheer black stockings.
They had already fallen gloriously ten minutes before the tutoring session began, tossed haphazardly onto the cashmere carpet.
Although Su Modie's mouth issued intermittent, tearful protests, crying out "I can't anymore" and "You're bullying me too much," Su Modie's very honest body had already melted into the intertwined warmth, even faintly giving rise to a sense of sweet indulgence in her downfall.
Despite being dying of embarrassment, she was enjoying it, helplessly catering to the rhythm of the Villainesses.
These so-called protests were more like a seasoning that made the Villainesses even more excited.
It could only be said that they were indeed Villainesses... truly too evil!
Outside the door...
"Why? Why do I have to be kicked out too?!"
In the living room, Perona huffily kicked a throw pillow off the sofa.
She bit her lip, staring at the closed door, her face full of resentment and grievance.
"I'm already in my twenties! I'm not a kid, so why do I have to be grouped with you two actual brats?!"
However, facing Perona's breakdown and protest, the other two "actual brats" sitting on the sofa remained noncommittal.
Lux hugged a sofa cushion tightly, her small face as red as a ripe apple.
Her eyes flickered, looking left and right, but she didn't dare glance toward the master bedroom.
Annie, who sat on the other side and was usually cold as ice, now buried her chin deep into her turtleneck sweater.
In those blue eyes that were usually devoid of ripples, a rare panic flickered, and two suspicious blushes even rose on her fair cheeks.
There was no other reason.
Even through the thick door, a few strands of suggestive, sweet, and lingering sobs, accompanied by the sound of rustling clothes and wet noises that made one blush, intermittently drifted into the living room through the door crack.
"Ugh... Sister Mo Die, she..." Lux covered her burning cheeks with both hands, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, not daring to listen closely.
"..." Annie didn't say a word, silently shrinking further into the corner of the sofa.
Seeing these two actual children so ashamed they couldn't even speak, Perona became even angrier.
She waved her fair little fist and swore an oath word by word—
"Just you wait! Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on a young girl's poverty! Sooner or later, I will definitely overthrow you! When I find the chance, I will absolutely snatch My Lord Mo Die away and lock all you old women outside in the cold wind! Humph!"
But while she said that, the adults had their programs, and the children... also had their programs.
Lux, unable to join in, could only drag away the chuunibyou-soul-overflowing Perona and call Isane to play cards in the living room.
The next day, except for Reze occasionally coming out to get some water, the master bedroom door barely opened.
The sound of bells rang intermittently, rising and falling for the entire day.
In the living room just one door away.
The traces of last night's revelry were being cleaned up by Isane.
Under the giant Christmas tree, the coffee table looked a bit messy.
The high-end gift box sent by Tony Stark sat quietly amidst a pile of ribbons, still unopened.
Just then, Reze's phone, sitting next to the gift box, suddenly lit up.
"Buzz, buzz—"
Accompanied by a slight vibration, an encrypted message from S.H.I.E.L.D. popped up on the screen.
Sender: Natasha.
Content: Merry Christmas, Little Bomb. I hope you haven't caused any big commotion in New York again. Say hello to your little pet for me.
That lonely congratulatory message stayed lit for a long time in the dim living room.
Unfortunately, the two Natasha mentioned were currently in no position to pay attention to any calls from the outside world.
However, after the revelry, life eventually had to return to its normal track.
No matter how crazy Christmas Eve was, the Earth kept turning, and S.H.I.E.L.D. still required punching in for work.
As a rising star of S.H.I.E.L.D., Makima perfectly exemplified what it meant to be a "miserable laborer."
No matter who you were, as long as you drew a salary from Nick Fury, such things as long vacations only existed in dreams.
As soon as Christmas ended, she had to change back into her suit and throw herself back into her nine-to-five Agent life.
Annie's treatment was quite good; as a student, she enjoyed an extra two weeks of winter break.
It wasn't until mid-January that she returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy with her luggage to continue her studies.
In contrast, Lux's return to school was much more "thrilling."
Returning to Kamar-Taj early in the morning, she was greeted by a "crime scene" full of devastation.
Those Nightmare Beasts that were flying around and starting fires everywhere were finally subdued by the mages' collective efforts and sent back to the other dimension.
Master Ancient One uncharacteristically lost her temper, but not at Lux...
When Lux saw Lintra again, she saw him beaten black and blue, shrinking into a corner like a wronged three-hundred-pound minotaur to reflect on his actions, while Lux, the culprit, didn't receive any severe reprimand.
The Ancient One just sighed and pulled her over to check her several times from head to toe, fearing that her precious disciple might have been injured while capturing the Nightmare Beasts.
Under this favoritism, Lux's little scheme arose again—she blinked her pure, large eyes and stubbornly refused to reveal the small Nightmare Beast left at Su Modie's house.
In her view, since the big horse was returned anyway, keeping a foal as a souvenir shouldn't be... a big problem, right?
On the other side, Su Modie returned to her leisurely and carefree days.
Except now, there was a "Butler," Retsu Unohana, and a "Tall Maid," Kotetsu Isane, in the house.
Fortunately, the presidential suite on the top floor of Fisk Tower was large enough that even with so many avatars living there, it didn't feel crowded at all.
Eating the medicinal meals meticulously cooked by Retsu Unohana every day and enjoying Isane's clumsy but very dedicated massages, Su Modie lived a life like an immortal. Because of this, the once thin and even sickly Su Modie was gradually nurtured and restored.
Now she was glowing with health, plump and pink, and had gained some weight in all the right places.
This made Reze particularly satisfied.
A little girl like this, the pink path is the most sinister! (Strikethrough)
Especially those fair and tender little chubby legs; they were simply the holy body for white stockings.
Reze begged several times, but Su Modie was stubbornly unmoved, insisting on wearing gender-neutral T-shirts and shorts.
Anyone who didn't know would think she was someone's little femboy.
It could only be said.
That time on Christmas Eve was pleasurable, but... it almost left her dehydrated...
After that day, the first thing Su Modie did upon opening the door was limp to the kitchen to gulp down ice water.
Never playing like that again!
These Villainess avatars all pretend to be gentle and considerate normally, but they're absolutely wicked when it counts!
Days flew by in a mix of warmth and playfulness.
In the blink of an eye, several months passed.
The calendar on the wall quietly turned to—
The year 2012.
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