[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

How about magic trick?

How about a magic trick?

The warm sunshine gradually filled the whole bedroom, Joker woke up first, and watched his kitty unscrupulously.

He tried his best to help her correct a bad habit last night - don't like other people on the bed?It seems that she is still full of energy, so it is better to be so tired that her little head has no chance to think about it.

It couldn't have been a better night, as Joker's mind was filled with the variegated anecdotes of last night, but he has to admit he went a little too far, especially after she lit that after-the-scenes cigarette.

The bright and dazzling light shone on her body, making the part of her skin that was not covered by the sheets reveal a creamy luster, and the allure of black hair and white skin almost made him ready to go in the early morning.

Damn it, he's obviously not into lust.

It's all about this bloody "Persian cat" who, oh shit, even rolled over to reveal her perfectly billowing boobs.

Who can resist her young and sexy body?She literally has the best body in the world.

Joker took her into his arms, buried his head in the hollow of her neck and took a deep breath, the mysterious aroma made his pupils tighten.

He only remembered yesterday's night, when a drop of crystal sweat oozed from her forehead, slipped down her neck to that alluring place, her panting, her beating heartbeat, she resisted not making a sound to let him Even more passionate, and finally shouted his name in a desperate struggle.

His kitty makes him arouse animal desires, and there is no more suitable beauty in bed than her.

When she frowned at him with a cigarette in her mouth last night, the decadence and laziness she showed was simply tempting him to put aside all his thoughts, and to be drunk and dreamy with her, never stopping.

He literally wanted to die in bed with her.

Joker frowned, is he crazy.

He should put kitty in an iron cage, no one knows, no one can find out, so that no man can show admiration for her, yesterday in the strip club, he even wanted to kill those sneak peeps with his own hands her man.

He will never let her go. After she seduced him so deliberately, do you want to leave?What a dream!

When Vespa woke up, his breath was all in her breath, she was restrained by Gotham's chief criminal, and she was forced to respond to his kiss.

"It seems you're used to sleeping with people, baby." Joker whispered in her ear with a pleasant and lustful voice.

Vespa's heart was pounding, she had to admit that this villain was damn charming, the dark and bloody sexy breath made her breathless, she opened her mouth, and before she could answer, the other party sucked her lips in and sucked her in .

She was turned over by the Joker and pressed on the bed on her stomach. He bit her back hard and pushed her legs away with his knees...

When Vespa woke up again, she was pretty sure she had missed her work hours, in fact it took her a while to remember that she was currently a pathologist.

Wrapped in a quilt, she stretched her arms to get rid of the exuberant drowsiness, then raised her eyebrows and looked at the well-dressed Gotham criminal, "According to the normal arrangement, I should go to the hospital to fiddle with my experimental equipment, and you should go back to Arkham Crazy asylum for research treatment, but I'm afraid you have other ideas, like taking your mischievous entourage out and having some fun or something."

"Kitty, I'd rather have fun with you." Joker looked at her meaningfully.

Vespa wrapped himself in the white sheet, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He was already late anyway, and he didn't care about adding more time to the bath.

What's more, she might not be able to continue her medical work under the control of this chief villain, after all, he looks like he wants to lock her by his side.

The warm water washed away some fatigue and soreness, and when she stood in front of the sink wrapped in a towel and was about to dry her hair, Joker was leaning on the bathroom door frame and watching her.

Vespa watched him through the mirror, and he was in really good shape.

But she'll have to get busy with concealer for now on the marks on her neck, which even look like they've been bitten.

Joker seemed to be very interested in watching her finish her makeup, and Vespa looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Do you want me to help you with makeup?"

Joker: ...Where's his German gun? !

After Vespa changed into a beautiful silk dress, he found that the famous Mr. Joker hadn't left yet. Shouldn't he return to the dark world immediately, busy making trouble for Batman, gangsters or the police?

Joker suspects that Vespa has put some kind of psychotoxin on him, and he actually starts admiring the way she is busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The tempting aroma floated in the air, Vespa turned to look at him, "somecoffee?"

Joker doesn't think he's interested in having breakfast, but she looks at Vesper's smiling face and nods mysteriously.

——Maybe no owner can resist the favor of a pet cat?

The sweet muffins were sizzling in the pan, and she decorated them with cream, strawberries and honey so temptingly that his stomach shrank.

For a moment, Joker even felt that he was the one waiting to be fed, but in the next second, he drove this thought out of his mind.

Vespa prepared strawberry muffins, fried bacon and espresso for Joker, but he only had a milk cereal and black coffee that looked sour.

She sat on the side of the table and shrugged at Joker, "In order to keep in shape, sometimes you have to give up some appetite."

Joker frowned, "You should use exercise instead of diet."

Vespa shrugged. "Since I'm a real Frenchman, I'm too lazy."

"French?" According to what the two nurses said about her being a high-achieving student at Oxford University, Joker always thought she was British, and she had a fluent London accent, even the standard public school accent of upper-class people.

"I was born in Paris, France, and was adopted to London when I was eight years old." Some complicated emotions appeared in Vespa's eyes.

Joker didn't miss her grief, he should have ridiculed her as a poor ghost who lost her parents, but for some reason, he remained silent and didn't speak.

Vespa took a sip of black coffee, "When are you going to leave here and continue going out to do evil?"

Joker gave her a weird smile, "You've been my prankster recently, baby."

"It's really my honor," Vespa raised his eyebrows, "I hope you don't blow me up to the sky after you can't find fun, after all, you are too good at making explosions and attacks."

Joker stood up and approached her around the dining table, his steps were graceful and dangerous, every step felt like stepping on her heart.

Vespa's eyes on him made him excited and excited, and the burning light in those gray-green eyes seemed to burn him to ashes.

He wanted to rush over and hold her in his arms, possess her fiercely, and wanted to pull the bolt of the gun and shoot her in the head to end her life, but the next second he dreamed of hiding her, just like her It is the only treasure in the world.

He wanted to hurt her, but the moment his tormenting methods came into his head, he realized that he couldn't do it at all. This was his kitty, oh my god, this was his kitty.

This weird and crazy ambivalence made him very angry.

Joker didn't even dare to think about what was hidden behind this violence and obsession, that emotion frightened him.

fear?No, he is the incarnation of fear, and now he is anxious because of a young girl who is so fragile that he can break her neck at any time?It almost made him fly into a rage.

Vespa looked at Joker, his expression was beyond the usual madness and control, but there was a touch of sadness and pain, as if he was suffering from some kind of torture.

That substance made him angry and resentful but powerless to resist.

Joker stares straight at her.

Is he willing to kill her?

No, he can't, this is his kitty, she is more beautiful than the sum of the world.

Can he let her go?

To stay away from him from now on, to do those wonderful things with other men last night, kisses, hugs, seductive gasps, struggling to call that unknown man's name?

Do not!This is his kitty!Just imagining him wants to tear those men apart!

His internal organs were burning with raging anger, and he couldn't accept her leaving at all.

he may—

Can you try to accept the emotion behind the obsession?

He will become like that black bat, whenever it comes to her, he seems to be taken advantage of.

He was no longer invincible and, like every human being he ever despised, was incurablely flawed.

She just sat casually and languidly, and he couldn't stop the sexy breath of beauty and evil, just like a French black rose, so mysterious and noble.

Vespa saw Joker sitting on the dining table in front of her, and she glanced at his long, muscular legs wrapped in trousers, then the abdominal muscles and chest hidden in the white shirt, and finally returned to the voluptuous face.

There was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, "how about a magic trick?"

Vespa blinked: "... Isn't it a magic trick like blowing me up?"

"Baby, if you don't shut up, it won't be—" Joker looked at her threateningly.

Joker's hand was very beautiful. With a blue firework that appeared out of nowhere, a fragrant black rose with a thick black and red flower color and a black gold velvet-like luster appeared in his hand.

Vespa looked at the luxurious and mysterious black rose, and his heart was pounding.

The bright sunshine shone on him, and Joker sat on the dining table and bent over to approach her, covering her eyes with his hands, and pressed his cool lips against her——

"I am a demon, and I belong to you."