Feast of villains

Chapter 169 169. Marlene’s style

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 169 169. Marlene’s style

In the afternoon, the two sisters went to Eileen's place to report.

Sister Marlene's car parked in front of the ninth class door. Theresa opened the car door and stood guard. When she saw Nance coming out, she let out an angrily "hum" and gave him a very impatient look.

Nance smiled interestingly and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed in deep thought.

There was a private banquet today. Most of the attendees were businessmen and politicians, as well as several large grain merchants. Sister Marlene asked her secretary to come and take him to attend.

He actually didn't want to go to such a place full of exaggeration, but since Marlene was there, it would be a pity not to go more.

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

The bad nun is not here, but there is a special makeup mirror and a dressing room in her office, and there are outfits prepared for him in the dressing room.

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

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

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

Sister Marlene came quietly behind him.

When she first met Nance, the man's appearance left a deep impression on the bad nun. After learning about this man's poor and pitiful experience, the bad nun was even more surprised. For a woman like her who has the instinct to tease men

Say, isn't such an ignorant child a wonderful tool for relieving sorrow and boredom?

...It’s okay not to mention what happened next.

Sister Marlene looked at him through the mirror.

There was no other man who impressed her more than his facial features. He had impeccable features like a Greek statue, thick black hair, and bangs that floated meticulously above his eyebrows. His brave and calm eyes,

The vigorous vitality shown by the prominent lines makes 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 to admire it, you will feel as if you are facing a male lion. When he walks, his posture, his steps, and every smallest movement are...

Inadvertently revealing an indescribable and awe-inspiring sense of power, but at the same time also showing a certain domineering flavor.

Sister Marlene guessed that this might be because he was about to be promoted to a devil.

The growth in strength is reflected in him through his temperament... He used to want everything to be fair, but now he wants everything not to go against his will. However, he has not become arrogant because of this, he is still as before

That way, the conversation is pleasant, the etiquette is simple, and the nature is kind.

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

There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose carefully.

On weekdays, he is a good man who respects his wife at home, but at a critical moment, he becomes indestructible and his actions are terrifyingly ferocious. Oh, by the way, he should be equally ferocious in bed, but the bad nun hasn't tasted it yet...

Sister Marlene fully understood the price to pay to conquer such a man. She had decided to treat him as a true lover before she got tired of playing with him, and to show him all her charm.

You want to put him above everyone else, and at the same time, you want him to love himself deeply.

She hopes that this man does not belong to any woman, but she does not imagine that she belongs to him.

This is not some whim.

As the social queen of New Yokohama, Sister Marlene has all the innate conditions needed to play a coquettish role. The holy demeanor she has developed in the Holy See since she was a child makes her more charming when she is coquettish. Women envy her.

, men love her, her beauty, her behavior, 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 both holy and erotic, which is a magical power.

…Muggles simply can’t resist.

Nance also saw the bad nun in the mirror.

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

"Well -" Sister Marlene crossed her arms and thought for a moment, "Just play the role of Marlene's male favorite."

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to when it comes to my male pet?"

"Just make Marlene happy. If Marlene is happy, it will make you comfortable; if Marlene is unhappy, it will make you uncomfortable." Sister Marlene said, approaching him, gently curling his tie with her fingertips, "Also

Yo. If you dare to look at another woman one more time, I will gouge your eyes out!"

"I'll be your dog tonight!"

Nance said, raising his hands.

"That's the case from now on!"

Sister Marlene's fingertips moved dexterously, loosening his tie, and then slowly tied it up.

Her plump body was gently pressed against Nance, and she helped him tie his tie in a pretentious manner. Her lips were chattering about whose wife had recently received a big gift from her husband, and whose young lady had recently received a new one.

Gossips like the man is a certain big shot. This kind of meaning, the lingering friendship during the exchange of glances, does not feel inconsistent with her.

This kind of bad woman is very attractive to men.

Being able to completely conquer her body and mind is a great achievement for any man. After helping Nance tie his tie, she kicked him out of the changing room with her little foot.

As the door was about to close, Nance glanced in.

The way she looks when she takes off her uniform is truly an enchanting mistress.

"How about trying the new gun with Marlene first..."

Thinking about this, Nance's throat suddenly felt thirsty.

To be honest, the charm of the bad nun in his eyes is getting bigger and bigger. In her charming voice and her bold speaking style, there is a kind of sultry emotion. She can make people see the high level.

With all the qualities required of a social butterfly, whoever is lucky enough to sit next to her at a party will definitely feel ecstatic.

But that thought passed for a moment, and Nance calmed down again.

The bad nun hasn't even had a heart to heart with him yet.

Her delicate face can be as smiling, scornful and cold, charming or overconfident as she wants. This changeable mask is proof that she has buried her original self so parasitically. From her identity as a nanny

Judging from her concern about the plague, she seems to still have kindness in her heart, but her position forces her to despise herself and treat things with malice.

Nance looked at the closed door of the dressing room, and the scenes of getting along with the bad nun came to his mind.

Her face really seemed to have no fixed impression, alternately showing unguarded innocence and then cunning and calculating. One moment she was gentle and touching, the next moment she was contemptuous and cold; when she was alone with Nance,

, she can make people avoid clichés through interesting and elegant teasing, and she has a respectful elegance like a saint who wholeheartedly serves the gods.

"Nance, come in..."

There was a sudden sound from the door.

The tone was so coquettish, like a girl in love, that Nance couldn't help but accept the invitation.

Push the door open.

The light in the door was turned off, and only a candle was lit.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, Sister Marlene looked like a girl wearing a gauze and lace. She wore makeup, her complexion was as bright as a peach and plum, and her neck was as white as a flaw.

"Well……"

Nance is a little strange.

Like a female elf exuding fairy spirit, Sister Marlene was wrapped in a white gauze dress with extremely delicate pleats and ribbons. She lay lazily on a resting bench with her feet

It was covered with a piece of white cloth.

After Nance came in, she didn't even stand up, but made a lazy gesture for him to sit down next to her.

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

"...I said, this is not right." Nance came to the bench, his expression getting weirder.

Sister Marlene glanced at him fieryly: "Doesn't it look good?"

"...You are good-looking, but it doesn't match your temperament." Nance knelt down and looked at her inexplicably, "If you didn't say anything and dyed your hair blonde, I would have thought you were Lena."

"screw you!"

Sister Marlene raised her little foot wrapped in white stockings and stepped on his face.

The bad nun's jiojio smelled delicious. Nance took a sharp sniff and couldn't help but laugh: "Are you really going to go out wearing this?"

"How is that possible? I'll change it later. Marlene is only wearing this outfit for you to see." Sister Marlene said, kicking off the white cloth covering her feet with her other foot, clearly revealing her wrapping.

White silk feet.

Then, she very elegantly raised her legs and put them on both sides of his shoulders,

"Madam, those slender feet of yours are probably worth a million pennies!" Nance said respectfully.

"It's an unsincere compliment!" Sister Marlene smiled slightly, then clamped his face hard with her feet, "Hey, Nance, I like you, do you know that?"

Nance looked at her warily: "What then?"

"Look at you, you are so stupid!" Sister Marlene said, in the tone that women would use when trying to please a man. "You have always been kind to me, but you have never asked for anything in return. I have never been in love.

You fool on the Internet, isn’t it natural to like you? Listen, my feelings for you are pure and flawless true love.”

If Lena had said this, Nance would have taken it seriously without even thinking.

But she is Marlene!

"What's the proof?" Nance asked.

He looks calm on the surface.

But in reality, his heart was screaming: Damn it! This scheming evil nun who said she loved me must be thinking of something else.

Sister Marlene laughed softly and said, "Please lie down."

Nance immediately lay down on the floor.

"Look at it, this proves it!"

Sister Marlene held the zipper between her toes and pulled it down.

This is your style... Nance thought to himself.

His eyes were always looking at Marlene. Her slender, delicate and graceful face reminded people of medieval female faces. Her skin was fair and slightly pink, and she had an overly delicate beauty.

Sister Marlene was looking at him too.

This real grown man could provide her with entertainment and inject some fun into her joyless life. So she decided to capture him and allow him limited access to her inner world.

Under her feet, Nance became a plaything to be played with at will, just like an insect tortured by urchins, spitting out foam and becoming dying.

Then he had a sage expression on his face.

Seeing his dejected look, Sister Marlene was filled with joy.

"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 burgundy long skirt.

Nance sat up slowly.

"Come here and tie my belt." Sister Marlene called without looking back.

She was wearing a burgundy dress, with intricate decorations on the lace on the chest and cuffs; sparkling earrings hung from her small, round earlobes, which complemented the embellishments on the dress, as if through rich brilliance, they gave her a graceful and graceful appearance.

An ecstatic figure.

The wide belt of the long skirt is as wide as a palm.

After Nance tightened it hard, her tall and perfect breasts were exaggeratedly outlined.

"Is it uncomfortable if it's so tight?" he asked quietly.

Sister Marlene lowered her head to adjust the position of her neckline and smiled: "Wear this to accompany you tonight."

"This one?" Nance blinked.

"Don't you want to?" Sister Marlene's expression was ambiguous, her fingertips lightly traced his solid chest, and she lightly poked him a few times with her nails, "My beloved boy, please remember to make me feel comfortable tonight."

"Look at what you said. When did I stop caring about you? Do I need to emphasize it?" Nance said nonchalantly, holding her slender waist with his hands, "By the way... you said companionship.

The kind of companionship I want?"

Sister Marlene did not answer, but broke away and walked around the room several times.

Her brocade-like skin glowed, and each pleat of the burgundy dress made the color even more vivid. Her whole body bloomed in front of Nance's eyes like a coquettish red rose.

After showing off for a few times, she walked back lightly, but did not ask Nance in a tacky way, "What do you think of me?". She was confident in herself, so she just stared at him intently, as if to say: "

I dress up like this to please you."

Her compliments are expressed through her eyes.

She displayed, better than anyone else, her ability to please people with her gentle words.

"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 haughty smile on her lips, "I'm very satisfied with you, I can give you my hand."

So she stretched out her still wet hand and let him kiss it.

The woman's little hands, which had just been applied with toner, were still indescribably fresh, and the velvety soft touch penetrated from her lips to her heart.

"Will you ever hold out your hand to me like this?" Nance asked respectfully.

"It belongs only to you."

Sister Marlene smiled brightly.

These words were full of sweetness, and sounded like a confession for the first time. Nance felt that it would not be a bad thing if he fell into the hands of this bad nun who was good at coquettishness.

(End of chapter)