Good Brothers, One Quilt

Thank goodness, I finally managed to calm them down...

Kevin gently closed the door, leaned against the corridor wall, and breathed heavily. He was somewhat relieved to have escaped Yuzuriha Inori's childish entanglement, but also a little worried about how they would get along in the future.

After all, he and the little girl weren't related by blood, and getting too close wasn't a good idea.

"Have you appeased them? Come in and let's talk..."

Just as Kevin was secretly rejoicing, a lazy and mocking voice came from the end of the corridor, causing the commander's heart to stop and his neck to stiffly turn forward.

At this moment, apart from Countess Lara, who had a half-smile on her face, there was no one else around.

After being caught red-handed, Kevin rolled his eyes, sighed, and followed dejectedly.

"I heard from Jill and Alice that you have a lot of experience in skincare..."

"I just finished showering, so let me loosen up my muscles first, and then apply some suitable cream based on my skin type..."

"I hope I haven't made things difficult for you, sir?"

Lara lay on the mattress like a lazy cat, completely unconcerned about her appearance, waiting for her owner to please her.

"Not at all, you've paid for and put in so much effort for this vacation. It's my honor to serve Countess Lara..."

With things having come to this point, what could Kevin say? He could only reluctantly agree and satisfy this woman's strong desire for conquest.

If we don't find a way to shut Lara up now, once she spreads the word, the labels of "lolicon" and "pervert" will be firmly attached to us.

In response to Kevin 'Kevin reaction, Lara lay on the pillow, letting out a satisfied hum, before pulling over a blanket and settling in.

To be honest, Kevin has no knowledge of cosmetics whatsoever. His boasting in Raccoon City was just a way to save his life and ease the tension.

Now, having reaped the consequences of their own actions, they have no choice but to accept the situation.

After Kevin cleaned his hands, he ran his fingers over Lara's neck and shoulder muscles and fascia.

Although they are well-proportioned and full of energy, their recent back-and-forth running has indeed made them appear stiff and sluggish.

Kevin felt somewhat guilty, recalling how this nominal superior had worked tirelessly for him and fully supported his decisions and actions after the Countess rescued his father.

The commander began to recall some tips for relaxing muscles and massaging acupoints, and his ten fingers immediately began to intertwine nimbly.

Massage techniques such as pinching, shaking, pulling, tugging, tapping, and striking gradually become more skillful from their initial awkwardness. After a brief period of stiffness, the movements become as natural and coordinated as playing a pipa, full of rhythmic beauty.

Once you understand one principle, you understand all principles. For these professional soldiers who understand human anatomy, massage is not difficult to learn as long as they master the techniques and control the pressure.

"Yes... three inches below the left shoulder..."

"And the right trapezius muscle, over there... right there..."

Originally, Lara only wanted to satisfy her small desire for conquest and occasionally put someone in a superior position. But as Kevin's skills became more proficient, the Countess stretched out her muscular body, lay on the pillow, and lazily hummed.

When rapid, it's like the thunderous beat of a drum, powerful and penetrating deep into the body; when gentle, it's like a soft breeze and drizzle, nourishing silently...

For a weary person, this is simply the ultimate enjoyment.

In dealing with athletic talents like Lara, Kevin also incorporated some techniques from American chiropractic to make relevant adjustments to some of her joints.

The satisfying cracking of her joints made Lara feel as if her bones had lightened considerably, and she didn't even want to move her fingers.

While enjoying the commander's service, the Countess was somewhat curious about Kevin's reaction.

However, when Lara glanced up and saw Kevin's focused expression, her initial teasing and playfulness gradually faded.

It must be said that Kevin is quite charming when he is focused. A man who is completely absorbed in something is like a meticulous artist, and his every move exudes beauty.

Exfoliation, oil control, hydration, moisturizing...

Is this the correct order?

Kevin felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the complete sets of cosmetics Lara had bought from the mall in her closet.

There was no way around it; Kevin had always liked to adhere to one principle.

Some things, you either don't do, or you do them to the best of your ability.

Therefore, the commander began to research information while simultaneously providing skincare for his female superior.

At Lara's insistence, Kevin, who had become a skin care master, patiently applied and wiped on some products.

Finally... it's over...

Even Kevin, whose physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, was somewhat tired after a two-hour muscle and bone massage.

However, seeing the Countess lying on the bed, seemingly no longer sleepy and soundly asleep, the commander felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The service should be comprehensive..."

At this moment, Lara, lying on the bed with most of her body exposed, opened her bright eyes a crack, and a charming and seductive rhythm flowed from her nostrils.

In her heart, the Countess was already cursing the person who had sneaked towards the door.

You can't even seize a chance, you idiot!

No wonder he never even held his girlfriend's hand from high school all the way to Raccoon City University!

"Uh, isn't that a bad idea?"

"I remember your family is somewhat Christian, at least nominally..."

Widely practiced Christian doctrines, including Catholicism, Puritanism, and Protestantism, prohibit premarital pleasure.

The implication had essentially become explicit, and Kevin wasn't stupid; he naturally guessed the hidden meaning.

However, the commander is relatively passive and conservative in his emotional state.

Moreover, as a friend, he naturally had an obligation to remind Lara.

In matters of the heart, women are often in a vulnerable position, and in such an uncertain world, he cannot make any promises to anyone.

Moreover, he liked Alice and gradually tried to cultivate this simple appreciation and liking into "love".

"I've always considered you a brother..."

Kevin awkwardly touched his nose and gave an answer that even a scumbag would despise.

"What a coincidence, me too..."

The Countess on the bed spread her arms, lazily got up, and responded with a nonchalant chuckle.

Lara then stepped barefoot onto the floor, gradually cornering Kevin, and pressed her fingers against his chest.

The pounding of her heart, like a heavy drumbeat, brought a mocking smile to the Countess's face.

Kevin was cornered against the wall, breathing heavily, with nowhere to retreat. The Countess opposite him, however, approached him step by step like a lioness who had caught her prey.

Chapter 164, Section 175: Good Brothers, One Quilt

Next door, Alice's room.

The Bio-Terminator frowned slightly in her sleep; she was having a restless night, feeling as if something was shaking violently.

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, revealing a scene of utter chaos in the bedroom, from the bathroom to the dining table, and from the bed to the floor.

Lara, looking refreshed, opened the cupboard, took out two clean glasses, and with a beaming smile, poured each of them a glass of chilled tequila.

"Is this considered everyone's coming-of-age farewell ceremony?"

Kevin lowered his head somewhat guiltily, only to find that the scratches on his chest were still oozing blood, and the two teeth marks on his shoulder seemed to have swelled up again.

If he uses his injuries to accuse Lara of assault, he will almost certainly win the case...

"Don't be shy, boy..."

"You'll get used to this eventually, after all, we're brothers..."

Lara gave a mocking, feline smile, then casually clinked glasses and downed her drink in one gulp.

"By the way, don't you prefer athletic men? What's gotten into you today?"

To avoid an awkward atmosphere, Kevin took a sip of tequila and asked casually.

"I'm not a picky eater, but I get tired of eating meat all the time. Eating vegetables occasionally can change things up..."

Faced with such a provocative question, Lara's forehead veins bulged, and she forced a smile before delivering a sarcastic remark.

Do you really think I'm that casual or that desperate? The Countess felt her hands itch.

Although Lara appears rebellious and carefree, her deep-rooted aristocratic upbringing and Christian identity prevent her from indulging in self-destructive behavior.

In addition, maintaining the family, searching for her father, and her love of adventure occupy most of her time.

Therefore, this proud and arrogant Countess, who is only in her early twenties, has not yet found a suitable partner, let alone had time to think about such romantic matters.

It was only with great difficulty that someone finally opened her heart, but in the end, she had to take the initiative in everything.

Now, this bastard hasn't even put on his pants yet, and he's already trying to weld the door shut!

"Or, Uncle Richard and I..."

Realizing he had inadvertently said something inappropriate, Kevin made a decision and tried to make amends.

However, Lara smiled and shook her head, her words implying rejection.

"No, I'm the kind of person who simply enjoys excitement and challenges; I'm completely incompatible with marriage..."

"You can't possibly use an iron ring to ensnare my life..."

Having preserved the family business and found her father, the Countess was finally able to lay down her burdens and live the life she wanted.

She does have feelings for Kevin, but not to the point of abandoning her ideals and settling down to be a good wife and mother.

Adventure and excitement are her lifelong pursuits.

Moreover, if Kevin becomes no longer interesting and life loses its thrills, Lara will not hesitate to embark on a new journey.

However, besides conquering ruins, conquering hearts is also a rare adventure.

At least, Lara doesn't intend to leave until someone has completely imprinted their personal mark on her.

"So, we... are considered lovers?"

Kevin felt a pang of disappointment at Lara's reply; emotionally, he couldn't be as natural and carefree as the Countess.

"It's easier to be brothers; no one has to take responsibility..."

"However, we can continue whenever you're interested..."

Lara's smile remained teasing as she casually patted her somewhat dejected "brother" beside her, offering a few words of soft comfort.

Tsk tsk, it's rare to see this guy get his comeuppance...

But to be honest, this feeling... is pretty great...

The Countess narrowed her eyes slightly, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips, like a cat licking its paws and sizing up its prey—elegant yet dangerous.

"It's almost time. If you don't want to be discovered, I suggest you just jump out the window..."

"Also, although the soundproofing here is quite good, be careful of your sides..."

"Because, I have Jill on my left and Alice on my right, you know..."

Kevin's face turned green upon hearing this...

His momentary impulse made him forget that he was essentially having an affair right under the noses of his girlfriend and his team's adjutant...

Lara, still thrilled, chuckled as she reminisced...

Kevin felt uneasy. Without saying a word, he hurriedly put on his clothes, furtively looked around, and after confirming that it was safe, his black and white wings extended and slowly flapped.

"Remember to come visit often when you have time, boy..."

Lara picked up her wine glass, jumped onto the windowsill, waved enthusiastically at the figure in the night sky, and blew kisses and shouted.

Feeling guilty, Kevin swayed in mid-air and plummeted towards the edge of the apartment building.

That crazy cat! It scratches people whether it's in a good mood or a bad mood...

Kevin was startled by the sudden increase in volume of the shout and instinctively turned and hid outside the wall, trying to avoid the commotion.

However, around the corner, a bomb disposal police car, its interior vibrating, seemed to have noticed Tokyo inside the apartment building, and finally, all was quiet.

Then, a disoriented blond man, swaying and clutching his shirt, furtively got off the bus.