The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

At 8:44 pm, Michela was eating a fruit and vegetable salad, but her eyes were fixed on Miss Watson: "So you can still look like other women?"

"To be precise, both women and men can do it." The things placed in front of Miss Watson were all meat, one of the plates was filled with hamburgers, and on the right were several large bottles of iced Coke. It had been a long time since he had eaten so much, so when he went downstairs just now, Mr. Watson bought all the more than a dozen restaurants around him. What he wanted was rich variety and rich fragrance.

On the other hand, Ms. Butterfly Knife only had two or three measly small plates, and the meat and dishes were also very bland.

This made her angry.

Snapped!

The hand that quickly reached out was grabbed by Miss Watson.

"It's wrong to grab something to eat~" Miss Watson half-squinted her eyes and smiled, her eyes full of slyness: "How can a patient eat fried chicken? It's too greasy and not healthy. You'd better watch me eat it. Hey--!"

The other hand that Michela secretly stretched out was also held down.

"uh-huh?"

Miss Watson raised her eyebrows, and several tentacles tied Michela's arms tightly. After many times of strengthening, their strength is no longer as weak as before. Miss Butterfly Knife tried several times but couldn't break free. All she could say was : "Relax, I won't grab it anymore."

"Oh okay."

The tentacles retracted instantly and quickly disappeared from Miss Watson's arm. She looked at Michela with a stinky face, put on a sweet smile, reached out and pinched a chicken nugget: "Well~~~ You don't think I really don't let you eat it, do you? Ah - —? No way, no way? How could I really not feed you? Come on, come on, I will feed you, open your mouth, ah——"

After two seconds of silence, Michela opened his mouth hesitantly.

"So nice."

Miss Watson changed her hands and stuffed the chicken nugget back into her mouth.

The next second, Michela jumped up from the bed, pushed her girlfriend to the ground viciously, and patted her hard on the part with the most flesh. This simple dinner soon evolved into two people rolling and fighting on the carpet, and then evolved into a tickling contest until Michelle was exhausted and was picked up by Miss Watson and thrown back to the bed. The woman stared at the smiling pretty face and said nothing for a while. Finally, she reached out and grabbed a bottle of Coke and opened it.

Miss Watson didn't stop her anymore and quietly watched her girlfriend eating chicken.

She actually liked this scene very much.

Michelle's appearance is neat and unpretentious. Several years of hard fighting career have tempered her body and mind, making the woman appear capable and calm inside and out, which is very attractive to Miss Watson. After all, whether it is Michelle or Nisha, Watson has always favored this type of women. And he was also keenly aware that whenever he became Miss Watson, the emotion called "jealousy" in his girlfriend's eyes would become more obvious.

But it’s not much.

Rather, being able to like a less masculine type like myself fully illustrates Miss Butterfly Knife's preference. In the days before leaving Rio de Janeiro, Michela still couldn't resist the temptation. Recalling the woman's expression when she woke up, Miss Watson rested her chin on her right hand and smiled even more happily.

quack!

Michela glared at the bitchy woman and bit into a chicken bone.

"Baby~"

"speak."

"Have you heard of... KFC Crazy Thursday?" Miss Watson blinked and took a sip of ice coke, her pupils quickly turned into cherry blossom color. But Michela slowly looked away, and suddenly began to sigh: "I really don't understand why you are always happy after becoming a woman? Are you like this when you are fighting?"

"...Are you ready for my tough little story?"

Miss Watson's smile disappeared little by little.

"What are you worried about? Are you afraid that I will lose my appetite?" Michela wiped her mouth and closed the lunch box: "It's not like I've never sat next to a corpse to eat. I know you just wanted me to relax. You Isn’t this what you’ve been preparing for for so long? I’m ready now. Even if you suddenly turn into some kind of monster, I won’t go crazy.”

"Humph, you said so."

Taking a few steps back, Miss Watson took off some clothes, and her whole body was immediately wrapped in dense blood-red tentacles. A moment later, a dark-haired woman whose appearance and figure were completely different from Miss Watson appeared in front of Michelle. Although she was mentally prepared, she remained silent on the bed for more than half a minute: "...who is this?"

"Hi, I'm Jessica Drew."

The dark-haired woman pulled up the chair: "Jessica Miriam Drew."

Michelle looked at Jessica carefully. Compared to Miss Watson, the black-haired woman's face lines were stronger, and her facial features were more like the slightly rough style of Anglo-Saxon women. Michela is no stranger to this kind of appearance. Many girls in England and the United States belong to this type. They can indeed add charm because of this characteristic when they are young. However, as long as they are over thirty years old, they can easily lose their appearance due to maintenance. Improper use can accelerate aging.

Although the Jessica in front of her obviously hasn't reached that stage yet.

But Miss Butterfly Knife did feel much better.

I can't beat that witch Miss Watson, but I can definitely compete with Jessica. Especially after visually measuring the opponent's measurements, Michela felt a little more confident: "...So, who are you?"

"I'm a hydra."

Spider-Woman crossed her legs and took a bottle of Coke from her hand: "I was ordered to invade the plane your boyfriend was guarding, and then I took the opportunity to sneak attack him, but in the end I was shot in the head by him. Just like you What you see now is that I have become Watson's nourishment, and my consciousness, personality, and body...have all been taken over by him."

"Wait a minute." Michela felt more and more uncomfortable as she listened, and quietly touched the handle of the knife: "Is your self-awareness still there?"

"No."

Jessica glanced at the woman on the bed, smiled and shook her head: "I have become one with Miss Watson, or in other words, I have become a part of her. When Miss Watson becomes like me, you can Imitation... or showing my basic personality and behavior, including my voice. But anyway, technically I am a dead person, so you don't have to be nervous, understand? If you don't If you like, I can change my name to Miss Watson now, how about that?"

Michela looked at her with a complicated expression on her face: "I really don't know if you are still a Watson like this. Reason tells me that you are, but emotionally, I can't accept it. You have become another person. You have the appearance of another person and the personality of another person. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought that you weren’t him at all.”

"You might not be ready yet, and I understand that."

After a few seconds of silence, Spider-Woman sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Michela's shoulder: "Human emotions are always based on some fixed objects, just like pets identify their owners through smell and vision. If so Appearance, body shape, personality and even gender are not fixed, so for you, a person's image and identity may not exist. The person in your heart... there must always be something about him that makes you feel Love, isn't it? However, you realize that these things can all change. You feel scared because of this. I know you are scared. You have no sense of security in your heart. You are worried that Watson will one day become something you don't like. .”

"not me......"

When the fingertips touched the skin, Michela seemed to be electrocuted and subconsciously retracted her shoulders. It took her a second to realize what reaction she had just made. Her lips moved a few times, but she could not speak. The woman in front of him looked too unfamiliar, and every word that came out of his mouth was like the tip of a dagger piercing his heart, creating phantom pain.

She's right.

...I'm scared.

"I can understand the way you looked at me just now."

Jessica slowly held Miss Butterfly Knife's right hand: "Don't deny this. Human beings are visual animals, and they need to please themselves through aesthetics. When you were unfortunately disfigured, you were afraid of being seen by Watson, weren't you just worried? Are you disliked? But you are very lucky, that pervert just likes you like this. You and Watson, like most ordinary people, you are attracted to each other because of your appreciation of each other's appearance, and then you develop in depth. "

Seeing that Michelle remained silent, Spider-Woman added: "I'm sure you are curious as to why Miss Watson behaves like a madman. This is because every time Watson absorbs a person, there will be one more 'person' in his body. I don't know how much capacity Watson's body has, but maybe one day in the future, when he can no longer hold it, the 'people' inside will pour out... Watson may go completely crazy. indefinite."

"...You never told me that!"

Before she could shake off the shock of information from the first paragraph, Michela suffered a new shock. Her eyebrows trembled slightly, then immediately frowned, and the knuckles holding Jessica's palms began to tighten: "Why are you telling me now? You shouldn't do this again! You told me before that you can fight on the battlefield Devour the enemy to replenish energy... You are committing suicide slowly! We don't need you to work so hard! There are always other solutions to the task, right? Damn it, if I knew..."

"Relax, relax, Dr. Heinzwafen."

Sure enough, she no longer worries about my appearance.

The plan goes through!

After adjusting her expression, Jessica took the initiative to hug Michela: "I haven't finished speaking yet. Ordinary humans have no effect on me. I mean superhumans like me."

"Superhuman?"

"Yes."

With a swish, Spider-Woman jumped out of bed with Michela in her arms and stuck to the ceiling with one hand: "You may have some misunderstandings about Hydra, but they are really good at creating, cultivating and capturing superhuman beings." Work hard. Watson has told you a long time ago that this world is magical, and it is normal to have another woman who can climb walls with bare hands."

"...Did you do this on purpose?"

Miss Butterfly Knife glared at her.

"My appearance has changed, my voice has changed, and my personality has been affected a little, but as long as I want, I can actually be unaffected. No matter what, you are still my beloved little baby." Jessica kissed the woman's face gently. With one breath, he let go and let the two of them fall back on the bed: "How do you feel now? Are you starting to adapt?"

"If you don't get used to it, don't hold me."

Michela angrily stretched out her hand to push: "You can become the next one."

"Okay."

Seeing Miss Butterfly Knife reaching for the Coke, Jessica took two steps back, blood-red tentacles surging all over her body, and turned into Mrs. Viper Ophelia Sarkistan: "Little girl, look at what I do Sample?"

puff!

Michela squirted out a mouthful of soda.

......

after one day.

"I'm sorry~"

Miss Watson hugged Michela's arm tightly: "I just wanted to tease you at that time, but I won't do it next time..."

Snapped!

The woman slapped her on the butt and turned her face back.

"Hey, you're ignoring me..."

"Stop acting!"

"Okay, okay." Miss Watson looked upright, switching to a real estate agent in a second, pointing to the floor above: "Welcome to Lower Manhattan, dear lady, I hope you will enjoy your stay."

Ding!

The classic wrap-around elevator just reached the upper floor. Miss Watson opened the iron gate and let Michelle go out first. The woman looked at the gorgeously decorated apartment corridor and raised an eyebrow at Miss Watson: "Well, I really didn't expect this. You actually own a residence on the Manhattan Peninsula. The price of this area is not cheap. How much did you spend? money?"

"Let's talk after we go in." Miss Watson gently pushed her girlfriend to the door, looked around carefully, and inserted the key into the keyhole: "After you go in, no matter what you see, don't yell. I'll explain it to you slowly, okay?"

"uh-huh."

Michela crossed her arms.

Click!

The door opened.

"Remember? No matter what scene you see, don't yell." Miss Watson turned around again, glanced at Michelle with a serious expression, and then whispered inward: "I'm back, Lisa, Don't move."

"Who is Lisa?"

"Hey, you come in first."

Click!

The door lock was closed again, and in front of Michela was a large dark room. The windows were not turned on and the lights were not on. Only a blurry figure could be seen. There was a whimpering sound in the darkness, which sounded a bit like covering your mouth and crying, but also like a charming moan. As the light brightened in her field of vision, she finally saw clearly the woman standing next to the sofa in the living room in front of her. She was wearing a green evening dress and high heels. Her long legs exposed from the gap between the skirts were beautiful, but her posture was a bit weird, which made Miss Butterfly Knife. Reminiscent of the zombies infected with the T-virus in Raccoon City.

It wasn't until she saw Lisa's face clearly that she realized that this woman not only had a bald head, but also had no facial features on her face.

"Sit, sit, sit."

Miss Watson pulled Michelle to sit on the sofa, turned around and said to Lisa: "Go to the corner and don't come over."

The faceless nurse snorted and walked away on high heels. In Michela's eyes, this creature called "Lisa" looks like a plastic model with an excellent figure, but it can move at will, full of weirdness inside and out. She took two deep breaths and turned her eyes to her girlfriend: "I originally thought that you would fall in love with a disfigured woman like me. My taste is already strange enough, but I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply? Huh? You like this? A type without a face? Where did you find such a weird thing? Raccoon City?"

"Well...strictly speaking, it has something to do with you."

"Is it related to me?"

"Silent Hill, remember?" In order to cope with this scene, Miss Watson had prepared a plan along the way: "After leaving Raccoon City, we stayed in the small town of Concord for a while. You always have nightmares at night. I Tell you, you are being affected by Silent Hill..."

"So, this Lisa is from Silent Hill?"

"Yes."