Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: What Are You Going to Do to Sumire, That Pure and Good Girl?!

Quanxi, dressed in that sexy and revealing reindeer camisole, rested one hand on her cheek, her uncovered eye quietly gazing at her.

”Very cute.”

Quanxi’s voice was deep and magnetic, a direct statement that caught her completely off guard.

”Huh?”

Sumire didn’t react for a moment. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, blushing a little shyly: ”Actually, I think it’s quite cute too, it’s just the quality isn’t great... It’s too short.”

”No.”

Quanxi leaned in slightly, her gaze focused, her tone calm yet seductive:

”I mean you.”

”!!!”

Sumire’s heart skipped a beat. Despite having a crowd of beautiful women around her, she truly didn’t know how to handle other girls.

The other Incarnations were, after all, another version of herself with shared thoughts, but Quanxi was completely different!

Sumire couldn’t read her inner thoughts and became flustered for a moment.

In front of this top-tier lesbian who simultaneously had four female... friends, Sumire was simply a rookie.

Although she inwardly wanted to criticize Quanxi for being fickle, she didn’t seem to have the standing to say that about anyone else...

Just as this pure and good girl, Sumire, was about to be easily swayed by the words of the master of romance,

A fair hand suddenly intervened, placing a glass of hot mulled wine between the two.

”Master, have a little.”

Unohana Retsu narrowed her eyes, forcefully blocking Quanxi’s body that was about to lean closer.

Christmas Unohana Retsu

”Miss Quanxi, would you like to try the mulled wine Miss Makima made?”

Quanxi’s fingertips twitched slightly, and she finally retracted the hand that was attempting to wrap around the slender waist with regret.

As expected, being a diligent little bee...

Trying to push past these layers of delicate, beautiful petals to steal a taste of the sweetest nectar deep within the flower core was certainly not easy.

On the other end of the sofa.

Kotetsu Isane and Annie Leonhart, two people with completely different personalities, had somehow ended up together.

Christmas Kotetsu Isane

The two sat side by side, the height difference creating a comedic effect.

Even sitting down, Isane, who was one meter eighty-seven tall, was almost taller than Annie standing up. Moreover, if Annie sat next to her, her head would only reach just below Isane’s chest.

The height difference between the two was nearly a full 40 centimeters...

Isane was looking down, speaking gently to Annie about something, while Annie, despite her expressionless face, rarely showed resistance.

The two were surprisingly hitting it off.

Annie in Isane’s Eyes

In Reality

At this moment, a rich aroma of wine drifted over.

Makima walked over carrying an exquisite soup pot.

Makima Drinking Happily

Inside was the hot mulled wine she had just finished brewing, infused with cinnamon, cloves, and citrus, giving off a fragrant scent.

”Here, a cup for everyone.”

She distributed the wine to everyone.

Sumire took the wine glass and took a sip.

The warm liquid slid down her throat, carrying the sweetness of the fruit and the slight intoxication of alcohol, making her feel warm all over.

”I want some too! I want some too!” Perona came over holding her cup.

”No way.”

Makima blocked her with a smile, also blocking Lux and Annie, who looked interested:

”Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol. There’s hot milk over there.”

”Huh?! I’m clearly an adult! I’m already in my twenties! I’m not a child!” Perona puffed up her cheeks in anger.

Yes, Perona was actually a petite adult.

In the small-stature group, neither Sumire nor Perona were actually young in age...

After several cups of hot mulled wine, Sumire’s cheeks were stained with two patches of crimson, and her eyes looked somewhat hazy and tipsy.

She looked around, seeing everyone chatting and laughing, but noticed one familiar figure was missing.

”Huh... Where is Reze?”

The person who had been teasing her about wearing clothes earlier was suddenly gone in the blink of an eye?

Sumire closed her eyes and sensed slightly.

”On the rooftop?”

She put down her wine glass somewhat dazed, staggered to her feet, and pushed open the glass door leading to the top-floor terrace.

Whoosh—

As the door opened, a biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed towards her, instantly sobering Sumire up a bit.

She saw that at the edge of the rooftop.

The purple-haired girl was standing there alone, letting the cold wind mess up her hair.

She gazed down at the brightly lit Hell’s Kitchen below, lost in thought.

Christmas Reze

”Reze?”

Sumire wrapped her small shawl tighter and walked over holding two glasses of wine: ”Why did you run up here alone? It’s so cold outside.”

Hearing the sound, Reze turned around.

Her face lacked the usual teasing expression; instead, it held a tranquility that Sumire had never seen before.

”Nothing, I just wanted to look at the city’s night view.”

Reze took the wine glass Sumire offered but didn’t drink it. She just swirled it in her hand, then looked up, her pair of blue-green eyes looking deeply at Sumire:

”Sumire-chan, are you happy tonight?”

”Mm, I am happy,” Sumire nodded with a silly smile, ”Having everyone here, of course I’m happy.”

”That’s good.”

Reze suddenly broke into a smile and casually placed the wine glass on the railing.

Then.

Just as Sumire hadn’t reacted, Reze suddenly raised her hand.

In front of her, she cleanly unzipped the front zipper of her Christmas uniform.

Ziiiiip—

Accompanied by the sound of the zipper pulling down, she prepared to cast aside her outer layers to brace for the transformation.

”!!!”

Sumire’s eyes immediately widened. Her already red face was now about to bleed. She flusteredly turned sideways, covering her eyes but unable to resist peeking through her fingers: ”You—you—what are you doing?!”

”What are you afraid of?”

Reze’s voice carried a hint of teasing laughter, but her actions did not stop at all; she directly shrugged the top down to her waist to protect the fabric:

”It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, what’s there to be shy about?”

”Th-that’s not okay either! You’ll catch a cold!” Sumire stammered.

”Don’t worry, I won’t catch a cold.”

Reze stood with her back to the city’s brilliant lights, her right hand slowly reaching for the pull tab at her neck.

”Eh?”

Sumire was stunned.

The next second.

Reze’s fingers suddenly gripped the pull tab and yanked hard!

Click!

BOOM—!!!

The previously calm rooftop was instantly engulfed in dazzling flames.

Amidst the towering explosion and smoke, the silhouette of the girl shifted.

In her place stood a Weapon Human form with a head resembling a black Bomb.

It turned out Reze was discarding her clothes temporarily to prevent them from being incinerated in the explosion...

Sumire thought...

Cough, cough...

She definitely wasn’t thinking about that!

Reze, having transformed into the Bomb Devil, safely adjusted her clothes back on, zipped up, and grabbed Sumire’s wrist.

”Eh?!”

Sumire cried out in surprise. Before she could resist, she was dragged to the very edge of the rooftop.

”Sit.”

Because she had transformed into her demon form, Reze’s voice carried a unique magnetism.

The two sat side by side on the edge of the railing on the top floor of Fisk Tower, their legs dangling in the air.

Below them was a deep abyss hundreds of meters high, the lights of Hell’s Kitchen looking like distant miniature models.

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