Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Sumire is Snatched Away by Makima

Night deepened.

The bathroom was shrouded in mist, the air filled with the scent of high-end essential oils.

Inside the massive circular bathtub, Sumire submerged her body in the warm Water, leaving only her eyes and nose exposed, letting out a comfortable sigh.

Directly across from her.

Makima leaned gracefully against the edge of the tub, her damp red hair clinging to her fair collarbone as Water droplets slid down her slender neck and vanished into the Water.

Those golden eyes appeared exceptionally hazy and enchanting amidst the steam. Being stared at so intently by such a gaze, Sumire felt a bit of shame and instinctively shrunk into the Water, trying to hide her flushed cheeks with bubbles.

”Master Modie, how was my performance?” Makima’s voice drifted through the Water mist, carrying a hint of a lazy smile.

Sumire paused for a moment, then nodded seriously.

”Perfect... no, I should say it far exceeded my expectations.”

These were her honest thoughts.

Makima had only arrived a few days ago, yet she had not only solved Fisk’s problem at lightning speed.

But also directly multiplied Sumire’s financial resources, influence, and quality of life several times over.

Although it didn’t compare to Reze’s transformation from nothing, Makima’s efficiency was truly breathtaking. Currently, her only flaw seemed to be her conflict with Reze from their original World.

However, under Sumire’s mediation, this didn’t seem to be a major issue.

Being able to pull Makima was simply one of the luckiest things to happen since her transmigration.

Hearing such high praise, the smile in the corners of Makima’s eyes deepened.

She reached out through the Water and gently took Sumire’s damp hand.

Then, under Sumire’s stunned gaze, Makima lowered her head and pressed her warm lips lightly against Sumire’s fingertips.

It was an extremely devout yet somehow aggressive kiss.

”Since Master is so satisfied...” Makima lifted her eyelids, her golden pupils reflecting Sumire’s flustered expression, her voice turning low and husky. ”Then I’d like a little reward. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

Sumire’s face flushed, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

A reward?

In this atmosphere, in this position, she wanted a reward?

Given Makima’s contributions, such a request wasn’t really excessive... She swallowed nervously and stammered, ”What... what do you want?”

Makima watched her look like a startled little rabbit, the curve of her lips slowly widening.

She didn’t answer immediately, instead pausing deliberately for a few seconds.

Not until Sumire’s ears were red enough to bleed did she part her red lips and slowly utter a single sentence:

”I want you...”

”...to sleep with me tonight.”

Half an hour later, the bathroom door slowly opened.

Accompanied by the swirling warm White mist, two figures walked out one after the other.

The freshly bathed Sumire was wearing a set of soft cotton bear pajamas. Perona had picked them out for her, saying they were very cute and suited her well.

Her exposed skin glowed with an enticing pink from the steam, making her look like a freshly made glutinous rice ball, emitting a pleasant citrus-scented body wash fragrance.

Makima, following behind her, had changed into a black silk slip nightgown.

At this moment, the suffocating pressure of the ”Control” Incarnation seemed to have vanished. She looked like an intellectual older sister full of domestic charm who had just finished a day’s work, beautiful without any aggression.

Her damp red hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, Water droplets dripping from the ends onto her collarbone.

Makima with her hair down

She was gently drying it with a dry towel, her eyes lowered and a smile on her lips.

As for why she was smiling... it was because Sumire hadn’t refused Makima’s proposal to ”sleep with me tonight.”

After all... they were all girls, and she was her own Incarnation. What was wrong with sleeping together?

Sumire, Reze, and Perona slept together every day; they were practically marinated in each other’s company.

This was just a way to bond with her Incarnations; it was no big deal.

While mentally preparing herself, Sumire walked toward the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.

However.

Reze: *Stare—*

Perona: *Stare—*

As she passed the living room and felt those two palpable, resentful gazes from behind, her footsteps involuntarily stiffened.

Reze was sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Perona floated in mid-air.

Neither of them spoke, just staring intently at Sumire.

Those eyes... were filled with the grievance of being abandoned, disbelief, and deep accusation.

Sumire felt a chill down her spine, and a sense of inexplicable awkwardness arose.

It was clearly just a normal sleeping arrangement, so why did it feel like she was cheating... even like cheating in front of her wives.

Being led into the bedroom by an evil home-wrecker right in front of her two wives...?

”Ahem... well, everyone should go to bed early. Goodnight.”

Sumire gave a guilty greeting, not daring to look at those two pairs of eyes. Like a thief, she was led by the hand by Makima as they quickly slipped into the master bedroom on the left.

Makima pointedly paused before entering.

”Goodnight, everyone.”

She turned around and gave the two in the living room an incredibly gentle smile—one that, to Reze, was filled with provocation.

Then.

Click.

The distinct sound of the lock turning was exceptionally piercing in the silent mansion.

It was like a resounding slap across the hearts of the two girls.

”...”

The living room fell into a deathly silence.

The remote in Reze’s hand was nearly crushed. The slight ”change of opinion” she’d just started to have about Makima was now shattered into pieces.

This woman... was too insidious! Too terrifying!

Back in that crappy apartment, Makima was even willing to sleep on the sofa, acting so sensible, harmless, and indifferent to competition!

As if she had truly been influenced by Sumire and was no longer that fearsome witch.

Wrong! Dead wrong!

It was all just an illusion!

This was clearly the ”retreating to advance” strategy from the Art of War!

A smokescreen to make Reze lower her guard!

Now that the time was ripe and they’d moved into a big house, Makima immediately bared her fangs!

She hadn’t even suggested ”let’s all squeeze in together and share Sumire-chan”; she had directly monopolized Sumire for herself!

And she even locked the door right in front of them?!

”Despicable! Shameless! Vulgar!”

Reze grit her teeth in fury.

This wasn’t just sleeping; this was clearly the only S-Rank Incarnation asserting her sovereignty over Sumire-chan!

”What do we do now?” Perona floated down gloomily, looking at the remaining bedroom with a look of disgust.

”My Lord Sumire has been snatched away... Do I have to sleep in the same room as you?”

Hearing this, Reze turned her head, her expression looking like she had just swallowed a fly.

Seeing Reze’s expression, Perona immediately bristled. ”Huh? What’s with that look? You think I want to sleep with you?”

”You smell like gunpowder! It’s stinking up the place! And you dare to look down on me?!”

But in the end, reality was cruel.

Although the house was large, it wasn’t large enough for everyone to have their own master bedroom.

The two B-Rank ”losers” could only gloomily take their respective pillows and walk into the bedroom on the right.

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