Chapter 246

Haibara Ai was trembling with fear, but didn't dare to shout out loud.

Her sister was in the other party's hands; if anything happened, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Akaso-san, what should I do?

Come quickly and save me and my sister!

Haibara Ai cried out in despair in her heart.

"Little sister? You're back."

Miyano Akemi jumped off the bed and walked toward Haibara Ai.

She was waving a small leather whip in her hand, her face flushed with excitement.

"Sister!" Haibara Ai hurriedly grabbed Miyano Akemi's hand, "Let's go, let's find Akaso-san; he can save us."

"Why look for Master Akaso? He's busy right now."

Miyano Akemi smiled and held back her panicked sister.

"Master Akaso was right after all; you really do have some inner demons regarding people from the organization."

"Look at Vermouth's state; how could she still harm anyone? Even her life is in our hands."

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Huh?

Her life is in our hands?

Haibara Ai was stunned by what Miyano Akemi said.

Looking closely, Vermouth's eyes were closed, as if she were asleep.

Her body was wrapped in a dozen thin, unknown threads; she looked normal, but in reality, she couldn't move at all.

Miyano Akemi pulled the dumbfounded Haibara Ai to the bed.

Haibara Ai's little jaw almost dropped to the floor.

On Vermouth's back, her clothes were open, and her once smooth and delicate skin was covered in black and blue whip marks.

"Si, sister, did you do this?"

The usually cool Haibara Ai was stuttering.

"Of course, who else but me?"

Miyano Akemi said, waving the small leather whip, and with a *snap*, lashed it onto Vermouth's back.

It made Haibara Ai shudder just watching.

Vermouth also seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Sister, she, she won't wake up, will she?"

Haibara Ai asked worriedly.

"Did she wake up?"

Miyano Akemi didn't care at all.

She picked up a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic from the side and pressed it onto Vermouth's nose.

Vermouth's head tilted slightly, and she passed out again.

"Come, little sister, don't be afraid; you come and whip her too, it's very satisfying."

Miyano Akemi took Haibara Ai's hand and gripped the small leather whip.

"No, don't, sister, I don't like this."

Haibara Ai struggled free.

Miyano Akemi thought about it; this behavior was indeed not good for her sister's growth.

But Akaso Kaze had said this was a good opportunity to turn around Haibara Ai's fear of the Black Organization.

"Then let's change the method."

Miyano Akemi found two paintbrushes.

"How about we draw on her face?"

"Draw?"

Haibara Ai watched as Miyano Akemi drew two large black circles on Vermouth's eyes, and finally burst out laughing.

It seemed, it actually was really fun.

She hesitated and picked up a paintbrush.

After a while, Miyano Akemi's mouth began to twitch.

"Shiho, it seems you've already drawn her into a ghost face."

Haibara Ai pursed her lips and looked; indeed, there was no room left to draw.

However, it really was so much fun.

She looked at Vermouth's high chest, her large eyes turning in a cute way.

"Sister, I'll draw a few more strokes, just a few..."

As Haibara Ai spoke, she pulled down Vermouth's clothes.

Then she began to draw on the high parts.

Miyano Akemi's eyelids jumped as she watched.

Her sister seemed to have unlocked some new skill.

Akaso Kaze didn't return home until the next morning.

Jodie was truly a veteran FBI investigator; after overcoming the initial hurdle, she quickly displayed the powerful stamina of a buxom woman.

"Haibara? Akemi?"

There was no one in the room.

Akaso Kaze took a look with his Spatial Eye; they had all gone to the laboratory.

Nearby, faint sobbing sounds came from Haibara Ai's room.

Akaso Kaze opened the door curiously, and his mouth twitched instantly.

No wonder the sisters didn't dare stay at home; it turned out they had made Vermouth look so miserable.

Vermouth's body had practically become an impressionist canvas, covered in strange and bizarre things.

Especially her chest, which had received special treatment: a turtle was drawn on the left, and a little pig on the right; it was impossible to recognize its original appearance.

Vermouth didn't even dare to show her face, only revealing two pitiful, large eyes through the gaps in her fingers.

"Alright, stop acting pitiful, go wash up quickly."

Akaso Kaze patted the little pig with amusement.

Vermouth turned her body away aggrievedly, revealing the black and blue whip marks on her back.

The meaning was: I'm already like this, and you don't even know how to cherish the fair sex.

Akaso Kaze curled his lip.

He reached out and touched the woman's back, drawing strands of black mist from her body, and her skin quickly returned to being white and smooth.

Miyano Akemi was not a cruel woman; she had used a weapon evolved from a black gemstone.

It looked serious, but it didn't cause much damage to the body; after absorbing the black energy, it was almost invisible.

Vermouth lingered on the floor and wouldn't get up, so Akaso Kaze had to carry her to the bathroom, put her in the large bathtub, and help her wash with warm water.

Washing the turtle, washing the little pig, washing the black circles on her face.

Her extremely exquisite face and perfect figure gradually revealed themselves.

Just like a mermaid, lying in the bathtub.

After the cleaning was done, just as Akaso Kaze was about to leave, Vermouth reached out and hugged Akaso Kaze's thigh.

"You, why do you treat me like this? Is my promise worth less than Jodie's?"

The woman's eyes were very mournful, as if she had been abandoned by a scumbag, pitiful beyond words.

Akaso Kaze curled his lip.

"That's right, the conditions you promised are indeed not few, but you left yourself too many escape routes, and to be honest, the promise of the thousand-faced witch is really not very credible."

"As for Jodie, what she can give is indeed not much, but that is already everything she has..."

Akaso Kaze left, leaving behind a somewhat dazed Vermouth.

She lay in the warm bath, staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking.