As she spoke, Makima's hand, which had been caressing Su Modie's lips, slowly slid down along her chin.
Finally, she unexpectedly grabbed Su Modie's small, restless hands.
She guided Su Modie's hand, slowly moving it downward.
Eventually, she pressed it against her own full and firm left breast, which was tightly wrapped in a white shirt.
"Can you feel it?" Makima's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone full of suggestive guidance.
"Look... our heartbeats are in perfect sync."
Boom—!!
Su Modie felt a sudden rush of blood to her brain, her face flushing red all the way to her ears.
The sensation from her palm was soft and warm, accompanied by two powerful heartbeats that seemed to merge into a harmony.
Every beat felt like a strike against her nerves.
This... this was just too unfair!
How could she possibly withstand such a terrifying offensive?!
Although Reze was usually perverted too, she only liked to tease her with dirty talk to satisfy her own cravings.
But Makima was different... she was actually getting hands-on!
Aggressive!
Decisive!
Filled with an irresistible drive to act!
Although Su Modie knew very well that the other was her avatar and shared her thoughts, under this close-range eye contact, looking into those unfathomable golden ringed eyes and feeling the natural aura of a superior emanating from her... Su Modie actually had an absurd illusion—
Why did it feel like she was Makima's avatar, while Makima was the main body giving the orders!
This must be an illusion, right?!
This woman is terrifying... should I say it's expected of an S-Rank avatar, or expected of Makima... although... although she does feel really good to the touch... As for the other avatars... Perona was covering her face with a flushed expression, only daring to peek through the gaps between her fingers.
Watching her favorite person being "monopolized" so brazenly, Reze, who was originally in a state of fear, finally couldn't take it anymore.
Emotions of jealousy and anger slightly suppressed her fear.
Gritting her teeth, she tremblingly turned her head to look at Makima, her voice dry: "You... let go..."
However.
Makima just slightly turned her head. Those golden ringed eyes gave Reze a faint glance.
She didn't speak, nor did she have any extra expression.
She just gave a calm look.
*Buzz.*
It was as if an invisible giant hand had tightly gripped her neck, freezing even her soul.
Reze's unfinished words were stuck in her throat.
It wasn't that she backed down out of fear, but rather, under the gaze of those golden ringed eyes, a "fault line" appeared in her thoughts.
In that instant, the concept known as "Control" arrogantly severed her Control over her own body.
Reze... was controlled by Makima!
Now she could only be like a broken doll, helplessly watching the woman she hated most toy with the woman she loved most like a plaything.
Looking at Reze's eyes, which had suddenly lost focus.
Su Modie's pupils constricted slightly, and a surge of nameless anger welled up in her heart.
Not knowing where the burst of power came from, Su Modie suddenly reached out and grabbed Makima's wrist.
Then, under Makima's slightly surprised gaze, Su Modie exerted force from her waist and lunged forward!
*Thud.*
The soft mattress made a dull sound.
The situation reversed in an instant.
Makima, who was originally in a dominant position, was actually pushed down by Su Modie and pinned heavily onto the bed!
Her red braided hair scattered, spreading across the white sheets like an enchanting flower.
Meanwhile, Su Modie straddled Makima's slender and flexible waist, pinning her wrists down on either side of her head.
Because the movement was too forceful, the top two buttons of Makima's white shirt, which had been meticulously fastened, popped open during the struggle.
Her collar was wide open, revealing her delicate, deep-set collarbones and a large expanse of skin as smooth as mutton-fat jade with a faint pink tint. It rose and fell gently with her breath, and that blood-pumping curve was faintly visible.
Even the hem of her shirt was flipped up a bit, revealing her flat, fair belly.
This scene was very much like an arrogant female cat who, after confirming her status, voluntarily showed her softest belly to another little female cat.
The distance between the two was extremely close.
Su Modie's breath was rapid and warm, puffing against the tip of Makima's nose.
This posture... was ambiguous to the extreme, and dangerous to the extreme.
"Makima..."
Su Modie looked down at the woman beneath her, her eyes as fierce as a kitten protecting its food, and warned in a low voice: "I don't care what your style was before, or how strong you are, but here, we are one person and each other's most reliable allies. You are forbidden from using your abilities on them..."
"Do you understand?!"
The air seemed to freeze for two seconds.
From the corner, Perona saw this scene through the gaps in her fingers, her eyes widening like copper bells.
Heavens... Modie pushed that terrifying woman... down?!
Makima, pinned beneath her, didn't feel the slightest bit of offense or anger from the little cat's sudden hiss.
On the contrary.
She quietly looked at Su Modie's cheeks, which were flushed with anger, and felt the grip on her wrists, which was so weak she could break free at any time.
In those golden ringed eyes, a trace of extremely subtle pleasure, never seen before, actually emerged.
"I see..."
Makima chuckled softly.
She didn't struggle; instead, beneath Su Modie, Makima relaxed her body even further, allowing that glimpse of spring to be exposed before Su Modie's eyes.
"Is this Modie-chan's 'Control'?" Makima slightly tilted her head back, her eyes carrying an unfathomable depth, her voice soft and magnetic: "Though it's a bit rough... I don't dislike this feeling."
Her pinned hands relaxed slightly as she bared her snow-white neck to Su Modie, adopting a posture of complete submission.
"Since it is the main body's will, I will of course listen."
"From now on, I'll be a good, obedient child."
*Buzz.*
As her words fell, the terrifying pressure enveloping Reze vanished into thin air.
Reze took a sudden, sharp breath.
Like a drowning person finally surfacing, she slumped by the bed, panting heavily, her eyes filled with unbelievable gratitude as she looked at Su Modie.
Seeing this, Su Modie finally confirmed that Makima had truly stopped.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly realized how awkward their current position was.
Especially where her gaze fell, that fair, smooth skin was dazzlingly bright.
Her face burned, and she hurriedly scrambled to the side.
Su Modie's heart was pounding.
Did she really just suppress Makima?
Although the other party didn't resist, the feeling of being able to Control the "Control Devil"... was truly delightful...
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