Feast of villains

Chapter 169 169. Marlene's Style

In the afternoon, the sisters reported to Irene.

Sister Marlene's car was parked in front of the door of the ninth class. Teresia opened the car door and guarded it. When she saw Nance coming out, she let out an angry "hum" and gave him a very impatient face.

Nance smiled amusedly, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in thought.

There was a private banquet today, and most of the people present were businessmen and politicians, as well as several big grain merchants.Sister Marlene asked the secretary to come and take him to attend.

In fact, he didn't really want to go to such a pompous place, but since Marlene was there, it would be a pity if he didn't go too much.

When he arrived at Universal, Teresia invited him into Marlene's office.

The bad nun wasn't there, but she had a makeup mirror in her office and a dressing room where he had his outfit.

Facing the full-length mirror, Nance adjusted his tie.

The man in the mirror is handsome and tall, a standard handsome man.

But his brows were tightly furrowed, and he was serious and silent, as if he was thinking about something important.

Sister Marlene came quietly behind him.

When I first met Nance, the appearance of this man left a deep impression on the bad nun.After learning about the poor and pitiful experience of this man, the bad nun was even more pleasantly surprised.For a woman like her who has a natural instinct to tease men, isn't such an ignorant young child a wonderful and excellent tool to relieve sorrow and boredom?

... Let's not mention what happened later.

Sister Marlene watched him through the mirror.

No other man had struck her more than his facial features, the impeccable features of a Greek statue, his thick jet-black hair with bangs that flowed meticulously above his brows.His brave and calm gaze and the vigorous vigor expressed by the prominent lines made him look like an invincible young officer.

Compared with when we first met, he is taller now.

The upper body is broad and muscular. If you take off your clothes and admire it, you will feel oppressed like facing a lion.When he walked, his posture, his steps, every smallest movement, inadvertently revealed an indescribable sense of awe-inspiring power, but at the same time showed a certain tyranny.

Sister Marlene speculated that this might be the reason why he was about to be promoted to a devil.

The growth of strength has been manifested in him through temperament... He used to hope that everything would be fair, but now, he wants everything without going against his will.However, he didn't become arrogant because of this. He was still the same as before, with a pleasant conversation, simple manners, and a kind nature.

Such a man is very much in line with women's preferences.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose.

He is a good man who respects his wife at home on weekdays, but when it comes to critical moments, he becomes indestructible and acts terrifyingly ferociously.Oh, by the way, it should be equally fierce on the bed, but the bad nun hasn't tasted it yet...

Sister Marlene fully understands the price to be paid to conquer such a man.She has already decided that before she gets tired of him, she will treat him as a real lover, she will show her all her coquettishness to him, she will put him above everyone else, and at the same time, she will also want him to love herself deeply.

She wanted this man to belong to no woman, but she did not imagine herself to belong to him.

This is no whim.

As the social queen of New Yokohama, Sister Marlene has all the innate conditions needed to play the coquettish role. The holy demeanor she cultivated in the Holy See since she was a child makes her coquettish even more charming.Women admire her, men love her, her beauty, her manners, her speech, her posture, these things complement each other to form a whole, giving her a natural charm.

For example...

The lifelike angel wings on her chest are the embodiment of her natural charm.

It is a kind of magical power to be both holy and lustful.

... absolutely irresistible to Muggles.

Nance also sees the Bad Nun in the mirror.

"What part am I going to play tonight?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Well——" Sister Marlene crossed her arms and thought for a while, "Just play the role of Marlene's male favourite."

"Is there anything you need to pay attention to, male pet?"

"Just make Marlene happy. When Marlene is happy, it will make you comfortable; if Marlene is not happy, it will make you uncomfortable." Sister Marlene said, approaching him, gently curling his tie with her fingertips, "and Yo. If you dare to look at other women more than once, I will gouge out your eyes!"

"I'm your dog tonight!"

Nance raised his hands and said.

"In the future!"

Sister Marlene's fingertips moved deftly to loosen his tie, and then slowly tied it on.

With her plump body, she leaned against Nance lightly, and helped him tie his tie in an artificial posture, chattering in her lips about which family's wife recently received a big gift from her husband, which family's young lady recently got a new Men are gossip about such-and-such a big shot or something.This kind of meaningful words, the kind of friendship when sending the glances, did not feel a little disobedient to her.

This kind of bad woman has a great attraction to men.

To be able to completely conquer her physically and mentally is a great achievement for any man.After helping Nance fasten his tie, she kicked him out of the changing room with a small kick.

When the door was about to close, Nance looked in.

The way she took off her uniform was a bewitching mistress.

"Why don't you try the new gun with Marlene first..."

Thinking about this, Nance suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat.

To be honest, the charm of the bad nun in his eyes is getting bigger and bigger.In her charming voice and in her bold manner of speaking, there is a kind of provocative emotion sprouting.She can make people see all the qualities required in a high-level courtesan, and anyone who is lucky enough to sit next to her at a party must feel ecstatic.

But the thought drifted away for a moment, and Nance calmed down again.

The bad nun hasn't talked to him yet.

Her delicate face could be as smiling, contemptuous, charming, or overconfident as she pleased.This changeable mask is the proof that she buried her original self parasiticly.Judging from her status as a nanny and her concern for the plague, she seems to have kindness in her heart, but her position forces her to treat things maliciously.

Nance looked at the closed door of the fitting room, and the scene of getting along with the bad nun came to mind.

Her face really seemed to have no fixed impression, alternately showing unguarded simplicity, and then cunning and calculating.She was gentle and charming at the first second, and contemptuous and cold at the next second; when she was alone with Nance, she could make people avoid clichés through interesting and elegant teasing, and she was quite like a saint who wholeheartedly served the gods A tribute to elegance.

"Nance, come in..."

Suddenly there was a sound from the door.

The tone was so charming, like a girl in love, Nance accepted the invitation involuntarily.

open the door.

The light inside the door was turned off, except for a single candle.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, Sister Marlene looked like a girl in light gauze and lace.She put on makeup, her complexion was as bright as peaches and plums, and her neck was white and flawless.

"Uh……"

Nance was a little weird.

Like a female elf exuding fairy spirit, Sister Marlene was wrapped in a white gauze dress with exquisite folds and sash, lying lazily on the bench for rest, her feet Covered with a white cloth.

She didn't even get up when Nance came in, but made a languid gesture for him to sit down beside her.

The weak trembling candlelight made the small room semi-dark, and her snow-white arms were like warm jade.

"...I said, this is not right." Nance came to the bench with an increasingly weird expression.

Sister Marlene cast a fiery look at him: "Not good-looking?"

"...Good-looking is good-looking, but it doesn't match your temperament." Nance squatted down and looked at her inexplicably, "If you don't talk and dye your hair golden, I will think it's Lena."

"Screw you!"

Sister Marlene raised her little feet wrapped in white silk and stepped on his face.

The bad nun's jiojio smells delicious. Nance sniffed it and couldn't help laughing, "Are you really going out in this?"

"How is that possible? I will change it later. Marlene only wears this dress for you to see alone." Sister Marlene said, kicking off the white cloth covering her feet with her other foot, revealing her wrapped clothes clearly. White silk's feet.

Immediately afterwards, she gracefully raised her legs and put them on his shoulders,
"Madam, your slender feet are probably worth a million pennies!" Nance said respectfully.

"Insincere flattery!" Sister Marlene smiled slightly, then clamped his face with her feet, "Hey, Nance, I like you, you know?"

Nance looked at her warily: "and then?"

"Look at you, you're so stupid!" said Sister Marlene, in the tone a woman would use when trying to please a man. "You've always been nice to me and never asked for anything in return. I've never been in love before." Idiot of the Internet, isn’t it a matter of course to like you? Listen, my feelings for you are pure and flawless true love.”

If Reina said this, Nance would take it seriously without even thinking about it.

But she is Marlene!
"What's the proof?" Nance asked.

The surface is calm.

But in fact, his heart was shouting hell!This scheming bad nun who said she loved me must be thinking of something again.

Sister Marlene smiled softly: "Please lie down."

Nance immediately lay down on the floor.

"Look, this proves it!"

Sister Marlene's toes were pulled down by the zipper.

That's your style... Nance thought.

He kept his eyes on Marlene, her delicate and charming face reminded one of the faces of women in the Middle Ages.Her complexion is fair and slightly pink, with an overly delicate beauty.

Sister Marlene was also watching him.

A real macho for her entertainment and to inject some fun into her otherwise joyless life.So she decided that she must take him down and allow him to enter her inner world with restrictions.At her feet, Nance became a plaything to be played at will, like a bug tortured by an urchin, and became dying after spitting out foam.

Then he had a sage expression on his face.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Sister Marlene was elated.

"Okay, it's time to change into the clothes for the party." She stood up on her wet feet, took off her white gauze skirt in front of the mirror, and put on a long wine red dress on her body.

Nance sat up slowly.

"Come and help me tie my belt." Sister Marlene shouted without looking back.

She is wearing a wine-red long dress, with intricate decorations on the lace on the chest and cuffs; under the small and round earlobes, there are sparkling earrings, which complement the embellishments on the skirt, as if through the rich brilliance, she is endowed with a slim and graceful appearance. An airy figure.

The long skirt has a wide waistband, which is as wide as a palm.

After Nance tightened her grip tightly, the contours of her straight and perfect chest were exaggeratedly outlined.

"Is it uncomfortable to be so tight?" He asked softly.

Sister Marlene lowered her head and adjusted the position of the neckline, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I will wear this dress with you tonight."

"This body?" Nance blinked.

"Don't want to?" Sister Marlene's expression was ambiguous, her fingertips lightly brushed his firm chest, and her nails poked him a few times, "My boy, remember to serve me comfortably tonight."

"Look at what you said, when did I stop paying attention to you, do I need to emphasize it deliberately?" Nance said nonchalantly, wrapping his hands around her slender waist, "By the way... you said accompany, yes The kind of company I want?"

Sister Marlene didn't answer, but broke free and walked around the room a few times.

Her brocade-like skin glowed, which set off every fold of the wine-red dress more vividly, and the whole person bloomed in front of Nance like a coquettish red rose.

After a few laps of the show, she walked back on a brisk walk without asking Nance the cheesy "what do you think of me?".She was so confident in herself that she just stared at him intently, as if to say, "I dress up like this to please you."

Her compliments are expressed through the eyes.

She displayed that knack for pleasing people with tender words better than anyone else.

"Look, I see the goddess." Nance bent down and said very gentlemanly: "Can I kiss your hand?"

"Ah, that's not a problem!" Sister Marlene said, with a proud smile on her lips, "I'm very satisfied with you, I can give you my hand."

So she stretched out her wet hand for him to kiss.

The little hands of the woman who just patted the toner still maintain an indescribable freshness, and the velvety soft touch penetrates from the lips to the heart.

"Will you always give me your hand like this?" Nance asked respectfully.

"It belongs only to you."

Sister Marlene smiled.

The words were full of sweetness and sweetness, and it sounded like a first confession.Nance felt that it would not be a bad thing if he fell into the hands of this bad coquettish nun.

(End of this chapter)