[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Introduce alittle anarchy, upset the established order, and everythingbeeschaos, I'maofchaos creates a little commotion, disrupts the original order, and then everything becomes chaotic, and I am the representative of chaos Vespa was held by his wrist and pressed hard On the wall, Joker's exaggerated and crazy expression made Vespa's heart beat like thunder. She didn't know what to worry about now, whether she was shot by him or forced to happen.

And Joker is obviously very satisfied with her rare panic expression at the moment. Even if she is an arrogant and indifferent Persian cat, she must learn to fear and please her master, right?

There was an unknown light in Joker's eyes, "Kitty, you are always willful and go your own way, never obeying the master's orders."

Vespa frowned, "Do you want me to treat you like a monarch and obey?"

"Oh, that's bad," he frowned in disgust, with an exaggerated expression, "Double-Faced Man and Riddler are enough idiots to annoy me."

The two famous criminals he mentioned are all his loyal men, and even the penguin and crocodile are very dangerous villains in the DC world.

In this city where heinous crimes are brewing at this moment, it is not an easy task to keep one's life alive.

But this does not mean that she is willing to be forced to have an intimate relationship, especially if the other party is a genuine psychopath who can still see his outstanding appearance even under his weird attire, otherwise the villain system would not be able to arrange this task.

Vespa once again wanted to sigh with emotion, this is really a system that looks at faces.

"Mr. J, what do you plan to do to me?" She cleared her throat, and the cold metal gun was pressed against her lower abdomen, with some clear sexual implication.

"Plan?" Joker raised an eyebrow, "Do I look like someone with a plan?"

He buried him in her neck, and under his nose was a kind of luscious and seductive fragrance from her body. He only needed to lower his head to see her seductive ups and downs, soft and white like glistening cream like luster.

Joker frowned, who allowed her to dress like this?

Still showing this look, look, and started to seduce him again.

Oh, he should really give her a hard time, anyway, she is just a pet, if she dares to resist, just shoot her right away?

No, no, he is not going to kill her yet, this is his new joy, and his life has been so boring recently.

He touched the warm and soft skin on her thigh with his fingers. She looked like a lazy girl, without any hard muscles, so soft that people wanted to go to heaven.

But Vespa obviously didn't like his touch, "Mr. J, I thought you were a vicious villain, not a despicable rapist."

"I've never been too enthusiastic about these things," Joker smiled, looking into her eyes, "but if it's a punishment to get you into submission, try it."

His exaggerated green hair was combed back meticulously, and his paper-white skin was even more strange under the moonlight. Vespa tried to convince the antisocial mental patient in front of him, "Isn't psychological surrender more valuable?"

Joker grinned, "Kitty, physical pain usually accelerates rational submission."

"Well, if you must tell me the truth," Vespa looked at him with raised eyebrows, "I don't want to kiss you. Those silver teeth of yours look like they could cut my lips."

Joker stood still for two seconds, then blinked exaggeratedly, this girl dislikes him?

She is really tired of life, he has thousands of ways to kill her.

And Vespa looks like a Persian cat who is pampered by the owner and has nothing to fear. She pushes Joker away slightly, and the high heels have fallen off her feet in the action just now, so she walks barefoot freely in the empty space. In the living room of the villa, the footsteps are light and inviting.

Joker felt hot because of her resistance. There is nothing more interesting in this world than taming an arrogant and reserved Persian cat.

Vespa walked into the open kitchen and bent down to take out a pair of whiskey glasses. Her long black hair was loose and her white skin was even more ambiguous and attractive.

"How about Scotch whiskey?" Vesper poured the citrine-like whiskey liquid into the glass, looked at him slightly with a sweet and distant smile.

What the hell Scotch, she dared to refuse him, and even showed disgust at his teeth, he should have pulled the breech of his rifle and shot her in the head immediately.

But miraculously he didn't.

Joker sat at the bar counter in the kitchen and took the wine glass, and put the black metal gun in his hand on the table, "Kitty, do you think I'm reluctant to kill you?"

Vespa drank half a glass of wine, and the turbulent spirit of Scotch whiskey made her face turn a little bloody, and finally she was no longer too pale, "I don't think I have such a great charm, Mr. J."

Joker frowned, stared at her and said, "That damn black bat broke my teeth, I used to be so perfect."

Vesper obviously had little sympathy for him, "That's because you killed Robin."

"I'm just here to have some fun~" Joker walked around the bar and approached her with a wine glass, and at the same time made a grunting sound like a wild animal hunting prey. In an overly quiet space, it made people chill.

His pale hand touched Vespa's bare arm. The soft and delicate texture like silk made his face look satisfied. He likes to have unobstructed contact with her skin. Every owner likes to touch the cat, right? ?

Vespa looked at him, under the faint light above the bar, some of his pale face was exposed under the light, some were hidden in the shadows, she couldn't help but think how he cruelly took so many lives, and she alone If you are not careful, you will become one of them...

She stared at Joker, except for the excitement and madness in his eyes, as well as some imperceptible malice, or something else, all in all, it made her extremely nervous.

"I've always been kind to you, kitty," the dangerous criminal with a coquettish and strange face grabbed her wrist, "otherwise I would have shot you in the head."

Vespa barely had time to respond, Joker had already violently pushed the wine glass and whiskey on the bar to the ground, and the crisp cracking sound of the glass was particularly scary in an overly silent space, but Vespa had no time to care about this, Because she's been pinned against the bar by Gotham's most dangerous criminal.

She exclaimed subconsciously from her lips, her whole back pressed against the cold bar table, her legs were fully spread, and she was forced to wrap around his waist.

Damn, she really hates this position.

Joker threw her a showy look, "Look, kitty, I can hold you in my hand anytime, anywhere."

"Is it worth showing off to defeat a woman by force?" Vespa raised his eyebrows.

Joker put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her body to fully unfold, "Oh, my God, sweetheart, do you think I have those disgusting gentlemanly looks?"

Vespa looked away angrily, not wanting to look at him again.

"Look at me—" Joker ordered, the madness in his voice horrifying, "if your eyes aren't meant for seeing people, I don't mind helping you hide them."

Vespa could only look into his eyes again, Joker took out a small dagger, he first used it to comb his hair, then pointed the knife down, touching her heart, smiling triumphantly, "Kitty, if you're always misbehaved—"

With a "hiss", he cut off the shoulder straps of her thin suspender dress with a sharp dagger, and he seemed very satisfied with the beauty in front of him, "You are better than I imagined, baby."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, and unscrupulously looked at the black-haired girl under him.

Vespa felt his hand caressing her back, the other on her shoulders, and he rested most of his weight on her like a wild animal caught and ready to eat, full of energy. Ready to kill and aggressive.

Joker's face hangs above her, and he sees his kitten's lips pursed nervously, her greasy chest rising and falling with her breath, damn it, she's trying to seduce him again.

Vespa felt his breath seep into her skin like a ghost, Joker held her arm tightly, and kissed her with dark red alluring lips, the strength was almost like murder.

Vespa dodged unconsciously, and a tiny sound of resistance came out of her throat.

Joker has her firmly in his hands, look, she's started again, don't you know that this sound makes every man feel hot?

Oh, by the way, didn't she say a few minutes ago that she didn't want to kiss him, and she was even worried that his teeth would cut her lips?

He continued to deepen the kiss, and even bit the corner of her lips with his teeth on purpose. The moment he tasted the taste of her slightly salty blood, his heart was pounding. Excited, no no, how can those gray mice compare to her in the slightest, his kitty is simply the greatest joy in the world.

And when Vespa finally regained her breath in this death-like kiss, her lips had become extremely red and swollen, and the pain from the corner of her bitten lips made her subconscious eyes moist.

Joker looked at her with satisfaction, his expression was nervous and terrified, and his voice revealed a strong desire for control and aggression——

"Kitty, it seems that you are right, my teeth can indeed cut your lips."