This height was enough to make any ordinary person's legs go weak.
Sumire instinctively felt a wave of dizziness and fear; her body stiffened, and her hands gripped the railing beneath her tightly.
Those slender, beautiful legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, were exposed without any protection to the cold wind hundreds of meters in the air, swaying slightly with the airflow, making her shiver uncontrollably.
The quality of these clothes is really poor; they provide no warmth at all... How did Makima pick them?
But then she had a second thought.
Both Reze and Unohana Retsu were very fast and could move quickly in mid-air... It seemed there was nothing to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, Sumire's hanging heart eased a bit, and she boldly leaned out to take a look.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Sumire turned her head. "Dragging me out here in the middle of the night to blow in the cold wind..."
Reze did not answer.
So cute.
She simply raised her hand, slowly lifting the pitch-black arm covered in black fuses.
A row of forest-white teeth, sharp as a shark's, was revealed on the Bomb head.
She was smiling.
"Watch closely, Sumire-chan."
Reze said softly.
Her finger aimed at the pitch-black night sky, as if it were her canvas.
Just then.
The faint sound of the bells from Times Square drifted over from the distance.
Dong—
It was midnight.
At that very instant, Reze gently snapped her fingers toward the night sky.
Snap!
A dazzling spark instantly flew from her fingertips.
Following that, the spark shot up like a meteor, piercing the silent night sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next second, the sparks exploded violently high in the air.
But this was no ordinary explosion.
Under Reze's amazing control, the originally ordinary explosion actually transformed into a sky full of brilliant, colorful fireworks!
Crimson, golden, emerald green, sapphire blue...
The multicolored light instantly illuminated the entire night sky of Hell's Kitchen!
"Wow..."
Sumire looked up, the grand display of light and shadow reflected in her pupils.
So beautiful...
In this World, perhaps aside from them, few would have thought that the ability of the terrifying Bomb Devil could be used in such a romantic way.
Meanwhile.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Villainesses inside the house also saw this scene.
"Wow! Fireworks!" Perona floated excitedly to the window.
"So amazing..." Lux pressed against the glass, her eyes sparkling.
Even the consistently calm Unohana Retsu and Makima, looking at the brilliant fireworks outside, couldn't help but let their lips curl into a soft arc.
Sumire was immersed in this surprise, and the chill in her heart seemed to have been driven away.
"Merry Christmas, Sumire-chan."
Reze's gentle voice came from beside her ear.
Sumire subconsciously turned her head: "Ah, Merry Christ..."
Before the word "mas" could escape her mouth.
Her lips felt a sensation of moisture and warmth.
Reze leaned in, her small canine teeth gently grazing Sumire's lips, and then she kissed her without hesitation, deeply capturing the small mouth that was slightly open in surprise.
"Mmph!"
Sumire's eyes widened.
Against the backdrop of the fireworks blooming across the sky, hundreds of meters above the ground.
At this moment, the World seemed to consist only of the two of them.
And two hearts beating violently in perfect sync.
"Mmm... hah..."
When Reze finally released her lips reluctantly, Sumire felt as if her brain had turned into mush.
Her whole body was weak, and the hands that had been tightly gripping the railing lost their strength; she could only cling weakly to Reze's shoulders, her chest heaving violently as she breathed out puffs of white mist, her eyes as dazed as if she were drunk.
"So sweet."
Reze stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, wanting more.
The next second, before Sumire could regain her senses, she felt the World spin—
Reze actually bent down and, like carrying a sack of grain, hoisted the limp Sumire onto her shoulder!
"Eh?! Wait, wait! Reze, what are you doing! Put me down!"
Sumire cried out in surprise, her slender legs in sheer black stockings flailing helplessly in the air, but she couldn't budge the demon-bodied Reze in the slightest.
"It's too cold outside, let's go inside to warm up."
Reze gave a wicked grin and, carrying her "trophy," strode through the glass doors of the rooftop and into the warm, bright living room.
In the living room, the Incarnations who had been entertaining themselves all turned their attention toward them.
The originally harmonious festive atmosphere underwent a subtle chemical change at this moment.
The three members of the "Adult Group" seemed to complete an unspoken exchange of glances in the air.
You thought the roast turkey was the main course?
No, no, no...
Now... the real celebration begins!
Kotetsu Isane, holding a glass of mulled wine, looked at the red-faced, panting Sumire draped over Reze's shoulder. She blinked blankly and stepped forward with concern:
"Captain, what happened to My Lord? Is she drunk? Her face is so red, and her breathing is so ragged... Do I need to prepare some sobering soup?"
Unohana Retsu turned her head and reached out to gently pat Isane's shoulder, her smile as pleasant as a spring breeze: "No, Isane. My Lord isn't sick; she's just a bit overwhelmed by the festive excitement. Why don't you take Annie, Perona, and Lux to the game room first? Let them wrap up their celebration early."
"But..." Isane wanted to say more, but Annie expressionlessly tugged at the corner of her clothes and forcibly dragged her toward the hallway.
Is this guy's height... inversely proportional to her awareness?
Just then, a tall figure also joined the group.
Quanxi approached with her long, slender legs.
Makima turned to look at Quanxi, seemingly surprised: "Oh, Quanxi-chan wants to join the conversation too?"
Quanxi nodded... What else?
Why else was she staying here?
But Makima just smiled and shook her head: "It's a pity, though... Your time is almost up..."
Quanxi was stunned upon hearing this. Clearly, she could stay in the Marvel Universe for a full hour, and there should still be over half an hour left.
But before Quanxi could argue, she heard Makima lightly snap her fingers.
Quanxi's pupils shrank, and in an instant, she dissolved into countless points of light, leaving only one sentence—
"You... Ma..."
[Summoning Ended]
[Quanxi (Crossbow Weapon Human) has entered cooldown. Remaining cooldown: 23 hours 59 minutes.]
Really... There's not even enough time for ourselves, and you, an outsider, want to butt in?
Makima clapped her hands as if nothing had happened, turning to look at Reze, who was carrying Sumire, and Unohana Retsu beside her.
"Now then, the irrelevant personnel have been cleared out."
Makima suggested with a smile, "My Lord put so much effort into tonight's outfit; if we don't admire her choice properly, wouldn't we be letting her intentions go to waste?"
"My thoughts exactly." Unohana Retsu narrowed her eyes. "My Lord definitely needs a thorough evaluation of her holiday spirit tonight."
"Hey! Wait! What are you doing! I don't need an evaluation! I want to sleep! Mmph—!"
Accompanied by Sumire's panicked protests, the heavy wooden door of the master bedroom was shut with a "thud."
Outside the door, only the giant Christmas tree remained, its colored lights flickering.
Inside the door, amidst the chaotic rustling of fabrics and the playful, relentless teasing from the others, Sumire's flustered protests gradually dissolved into breathless, helpless sighs.
Sumire finally understood why the quality of her clothes was so poor...
Turns out they were freaking disposable!
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