Chapter 614

"Of course, who else but me?"

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

It made Haibara Ai shudder.

Vermouth seemed to be trembling slightly as well.

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

Haibara Ai asked worriedly.

"Woke up?"

Miyano Akemi didn't care at all.

She picked up a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic from the side and reached out to press it onto Vermouth's nose.

Vermouth's head tilted slightly, and she fainted again.

"Come, little sister, don't be afraid; you come and lash 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 appearance was indeed not good for her sister's growth.

But Chi Chufeng had said this was a good opportunity and must reverse Haibara Ai's fear of the Black Organization.

"Then let's change the method."

Miyano Akemi found two paintbrushes.

"Shall we draw on her face?"

"Draw?"

Haibara Ai watched as Miyano Akemi drew two big black circles on Vermouth's eyes and finally burst into laughter.

It seemed, it really was quite interesting.

She hesitated and picked up the paintbrush.

Not long after, Miyano Akemi's mouth began to twitch.

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

Haibara Ai pursed her lips and looked; there was indeed no place left to paint.

However, it really was so interesting.

She looked at Vermouth's high chest, her large eyes turning beautifully.

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

Haibara Ai said, while pulling down Vermouth's clothes.

Then she started painting on the high part.

Miyano Akemi's eyelids jumped.

Her sister seemed to have unlocked some new skill.

Chi Chufeng didn't return home until the next morning.

Jodie was worthy of being a senior FBI investigator; after getting through the initial hurdle, she quickly demonstrated the powerful physical stamina of a curvaceous beauty.

"Haibara? Akemi?"

There was no one in the house.

Chi Chufeng took a look with his Space Eye; they had all gone to the laboratory.

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

Chi Chufeng curiously opened the door and took a look, and his mouth twitched instantly.

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

Vermouth's body had practically become an impressionist canvas, covered with all sorts of strange things.

Especially the chest area, which received special treatment; a turtle was drawn on the left, and a little pig was drawn on the right, making it impossible to see the original appearance at all.

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

"Alright, stop pretending to be pitiful; go wash up quickly."

Chi Chufeng patted the little pig with some amusement.

Vermouth turned her body aggrievedly, revealing a patch of black and blue whip marks on her back.

The meaning was that she was already like this, and he didn't even know how to cherish her.

Chi Chufeng curled his lip.

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

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

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

Vermouth lay on the floor and wouldn't get up, so Chi Chufeng had to carry her to the bathroom, put her in the large bathtub, and help her clean with warm water.

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

Her very exquisite face and perfect figure gradually revealed themselves.

Just like a mermaid, lying in the bathtub.

Cleaning finished, Chi Chufeng was about to leave when Vermouth reached out and hugged Chi Chufeng's thigh.

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

The woman's eyes were very mournful, just as if she had been abandoned by a scumbag, pitiful to the extreme.

Chi Chufeng curled his lip.

"That's right, the conditions you promised are indeed not few, but you left yourself too many retreats, and to be honest, the thousand-faced witch's promise has very low credibility."

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

Chi Chufeng left, leaving behind a somewhat dazed Vermouth.

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