Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 What was most heart-stopping was those eyes.

What was most heart-stopping was those eyes.

They were a pair of eerie golden eyes with pupils that formed concentric circles.

At this very moment.

These eyes were slightly curved.

Carrying a gentle smile that made one feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze, yet without the slightest hint of warmth, she gazed quietly at the three people on the bed.

She was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.

But she always gave Sumire an indescribable ”uncanny valley” feeling...

Rather than a smile from the heart, she was more like some high-dimensional humanoid creature using superb acting skills to imitate a human smile.

This could fool the eyes, but not the sixth sense; it inexplicably made a chill similar to the uncanny valley effect rise in one’s heart.

”Sumire-chan, nice to meet you.”

Makima’s voice was as gentle as a caring older sister; she tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Sumire, and finally lingering almost imperceptibly on the stiff Reze: ”Reze-chan, are you... trembling?”

The atmosphere in the bedroom, following this rhetorical question, suddenly dropped from cozy to freezing point.

Sumire hadn’t expected this to happen, and for a moment, her heart was complex; she didn’t know whether to be happy or uneasy.

On one hand, this was the first time she had drawn an Incarnation above B-Rank, even an S-Rank, which should be worth celebrating, but on the other hand...

No one had ever taught her what to do if Villainess Incarnations not only knew each other but also had a blood feud?!

This was completely different from the petty squabbles of the past.

Reze and Perona not getting along was at most just bickering between frenemies who didn’t like each other; after spending time together, they could eventually hug and sleep together.

But Reze and Makima...

That wasn’t just not seeing eye to eye.

That was prey and hunter, slave and controller, truly enemies!!

A deathly silence spread throughout the bedroom.

Reze was stiff all over, not answering; it was a form of rank suppression deeply carved into her bone marrow.

Perona, through memory sharing with Sumire, also understood the terrifying nature of the woman before them, and her little face turned deathly pale.

However.

Right in this suffocating awkwardness, Makima seemed not to notice the tension in the atmosphere at all.

Or rather, she didn’t care at all.

She acted as if she were in her own home, unhurriedly taking off her heavy black Public Safety coat and tossing it onto a chair nearby, revealing the white shirt tightened by her incredibly alluring figure underneath, as well as the black trousers that outlined her slender leg shape.

Following that, in the surprised eyes of Sumire and the others.

Makima actually elegantly lifted her leg and climbed directly onto the bed!

Her target was precisely—Sumire!

”Eek—!!”

Perona let out a weird scream in fright, clutching her pillow and scrambling to slip off the foot of the bed.

Reze remained stiff beside Sumire, like a stone statue.

Makima didn’t even glance at them, leaning directly towards Sumire.

That scent, mixed with high-end perfume and a dangerous aura, slowly approached.

”Y-you...”

Sumire panicked, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but this was the head of the bed, and as she retreated, her back pressed directly against the cold headboard.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

Slap.

A slender, fair hand pressed against the padded wall beside Sumire’s ear.

It was a ”kabedon” full of oppression and predatory intent.

Sumire was like a little white rabbit targeted by a snake, only able to watch as that exquisitely inhuman, stunningly beautiful face continued to enlarge.

Until their noses were almost touching.

Makima extended her other hand.

Her cool fingertips landed gently on Sumire’s lips, the movement as soft as if she were caressing a fragile piece of porcelain, slowly stroking them.

”Sumire-chan, why is your heart beating so fast?” Makima’s breath sprayed on Sumire’s face, her voice carrying a numbing magnetism: ”Don’t worry, and don’t be afraid, I’m very obedient... just like your other Incarnations.”

As an Incarnation, Makima naturally understood what Sumire was thinking.

She smiled, those circular eyes seeming to be able to suck a person’s soul in: ”Because, we are one, aren’t we?”

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