Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Quanxi Joins the Party

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill...

Makima seemed to feel it wasn’t lively enough, so she lightly clapped her hands.

”Come out, Quanxi.”

Space distorted slightly.

The next second, Quanxi walked out, giving Isane—who didn’t know her—a startle.

However, when she saw Quanxi’s outfit, Sumire, who had just finished her pineapple juice, almost spat it out.

Usually, Quanxi always dressed very androgynously, either in a tank top or a suit.

Yet today, she had actually changed into a special Christmas set.

But this outfit... was simply too sexy!

She wore a pair of fluffy little reindeer antlers on her head, and only a red, thin-strapped silk camisole on her body, revealing her delicate collarbones and full, white breasts. Her long, straight thighs were bound by black leg rings with heart patterns.

Little Reindeer

Sumire was dazed until Reze, feeling a bit jealous, forcibly turned her face back.

”Makima? Why summon me now?”

A hint of annoyance at being interrupted showed on Quanxi’s cold face, her tone indifferent: ”I was just about to have a big meal.”

”I thought it would be more lively with more people here,” Makima explained with a smile.

”If you’re unwilling, I can send you back.”

Hearing this, Quanxi glanced at Sumire, tapped her chin, thought for half a second, and then said flatly: ”No, a change of pace is good too.”

”Oh? Quanxi, you haven’t eaten yet?”

Although Sumire was quite shocked by Quanxi’s outfit, she still kindly pointed at the table upon hearing those words.

”It’s perfect, we haven’t cleared the table yet.”

”Oh, this. I’ve already eaten that kind of ’meal’.”

Quanxi glanced at the dining table, lacking interest.

Sumire blinked, looking completely bewildered.

That kind of meal?

What kind of meal?

Looking at Sumire’s pure gaze, Reze and Quanxi nearby revealed smiles that could be understood but not expressed in words.

Since they had finished eating and drinking, Makima wiped the corner of her mouth. Her golden ringed eyes swept over the satisfied crowd as she smiled and said, ”Alright, since everyone has eaten well, open the gifts I gave you just now.”

Hearing this, Perona and Lux, who were slumped on the sofa digesting their food, suddenly perked up. The exquisite gift boxes Makima had handed out when she entered were right by their hands.

Accompanied by the sound of crackling wrapping paper being torn open, exclamations of surprise rose one after another.

”Wow! New clothes!”

”So pretty!”

The boxes were opened one by one.

Inside were neatly folded garments—actually various styles of unique Christmas uniforms!

The most miraculous thing was that each one seemed to be tailor-made for them.

As for why Makima had everyone’s detailed measurements...

That was naturally because she shared Sumire’s memories.

As for why Sumire knew the sizes of all her Incarnations...

Cough, don’t ask!

”Go put them on,” Makima suggested with a smile.

Soon, a dazzling fashion show took place in the room.

When everyone had changed and walked out, the entire living room seemed to have instantly turned into a Victoria’s Secret runway.

Even Sumire herself was stuffed with a set.

”This... this is too...”

Sumire dawdled out of the changing room, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, her face as red as a ripe tomato.

The set she was wearing was practically the embodiment of the words ’pure desire’.

It was a wine-red velvet jumpsuit skirt. The neckline and cuffs were inlaid with snow-white fur, making her skin appear even whiter than frost and snow.

The tube-top design revealed her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones, and on the black collar around her neck, a playful golden bell was tied.

The most lethal part was the lower half.

The hem of the skirt was outrageously short, barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her slender, straight legs were wrapped in a layer of black garter stockings as thin as cicada wings.

The sheer black silk clung tightly to the beautiful lines of her legs, creating an incredibly seductive curve of flesh at the thighs.

As she moved, the black silk and the ’absolute territory’ flickered in and out of view, making it impossible to look away.

”This is way too short! It doesn’t cover anything at all!”

Sumire was dying of shame and indignation, feeling a draft down below, wishing she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into.

”Wow~”

Reze let out a whistle, her eyes fixed on the sight. She leaned in to enjoy the view and reached out to poke the little bell:

”Doesn’t this look pretty good!”

”Pretty good my foot! Quickly find me a pair of pants!” Sumire said frantically.

”Oh, don’t be so shy.”

Reze grabbed Sumire’s waist and, for once, actually spoke up for Makima: ”Don’t you usually run around the house without pants, just wearing panties? Why weren’t you shy then?”

”That’s different!”

Sumire argued loudly, standing her ground.

”The pajamas before were clearly very loose! They could cover my thighs, how can you compare!”

”How is it different?”

Makima also walked over, reaching out to tidy Sumire’s slightly messy shoulder-length hair, like the Big Bad Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: ”Besides, do you really want to disappoint Reze and Quanxi?”

”Uh...”

Sumire turned her head.

Sure enough, Reze and Quanxi—two super perverts whose lust was as vast as national territories—were staring this way from near and far.

That’s exactly why it’s dangerous...

”Just for tonight... only tonight, okay?”

Blushing, Sumire bit her lip and finally compromised under the coaxing and pestering of those two.

”Fine, fine, fine, just for tonight.”

Reze and Makima exchanged a glance, showing a victorious smile of a successful scheme.

Wearing that ’pure desire’ style Christmas uniform with an off-the-charts shame level, Sumire was a bit stiff at first, shrinking back like a startled quail and trying to cover her long black-stockinged legs with a sofa pillow. But soon, she was swept away by the lively atmosphere in the room.

By the door of the storage room.

Lux was squatting on the ground, trying to tame the little Nightmare Beast.

Christmas Lux

This little foal obviously hadn’t recognized the situation yet.

Even with its mouth bound by a light ring, it still stubbornly kicked its heels, looking every bit the ’death before dishonor’ fiery steed.

”Oh, this little one has quite a temper.”

Lux scratched her head and was about to stand up when her movement was too large.

Clang!

A dull, heavy metallic sound echoed.

The Axe of Angarruumus had actually accidentally slipped out from under her red skirt, crashing heavily onto the floor and creating several cracks in the marble surface.

”...”

The little Nightmare Beast, which was about to kick its heels again, instantly froze.

One person and one horse stared at each other in silence.

On the other side.

Perona was floating in mid-air, directing several Negative Ghosts wearing miniature Christmas hats.

They danced an eerie yet cute dance around the Christmas tree, humming unknown ghostly songs while occasionally peeking at Sumire’s reaction.

To be fair... even without changing clothes, Perona was already Christmas-y enough...

Sumire was sitting on the sofa watching Perona’s’shamanic dance’ with great interest when she suddenly felt the sofa beside her sink.

A faint, cold fragrance drifted over.

It was... Quanxi?!

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