Scarlett and Irish finally returned to their apartment, making sure no one had followed them. After everything that had happened today, they were both exhausted.
It was already late at night. As soon as they stepped inside, they barely had the energy to do anything. Without bothering to change, they simply fell onto the bed, sighing in relief.
The soft mattress felt like heaven.
But before Scarlett could fully relax, Irish's voice broke the silence.
"I'm hungry!" Irish whined, rubbing her stomach.
Scarlett sighed. "I should make something—"
Ding-dong!
The sudden ringing of the doorbell cut her off.
Irish groaned but got up, dragging her feet toward the door. When she opened it, a female waiter in a neat uniform stood outside, pushing a large wheeled table filled with steaming hot dishes.
Before the woman could step inside, Irish immediately frowned.
"Hey, hey, hey! Who told you to come in?! Do you have no manners?" she snapped, blocking the doorway with her arms.
Scarlett, hearing the commotion, sighed and got up. When she reached the door, she saw Irish standing there, arms crossed, arguing with the poor woman.
"Irish," Scarlett said calmly, rubbing her temple. "She's a maid. It's literally her job."
Irish blinked. "Oh."
Realizing her mistake, she awkwardly stepped aside, letting the woman in.
The maid, unfazed by the argument, calmly pushed the large food cart inside. The mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked dishes filled the room—grilled meat, fragrant rice, crispy golden fries, warm soup, and even a plate of soft, buttery bread rolls.
"My work here is done. Enjoy your meal," the maid said with a polite nod before turning around and closing the door behind her.
Irish's eyes sparkled as she took a deep breath. "Wow! Smells amazing!"
But when she looked at Scarlett, she frowned.
"Are you not gonna eat?"
"Nope," Scarlett replied lazily, flopping back onto the bed with a relaxed sigh. "Enjoy your meal."
Irish shrugged. "More for me, then!" She eagerly sat down and grabbed a plate.
Scarlett, meanwhile, glanced around the room as her gaze landed on the t.v.
Wait a minute...
The TV was new.
They had just broken the last one not long ago—thanks to Irish losing her temper.
"Did they replace the TV… without asking?" Scarlett muttered, sitting up slightly.
Her expression darkened.
"Wait… does that mean they came inside our apartment without permission?!"
Her eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner. And sure enough, there they were—CCTV cameras placed high up on the walls.
Her mouth twitched.
"Fuck… no privacy," she grumbled.
For a moment, she considered complaining. But then she just let out a sigh and shrugged.
So what if there were cameras?
Not like she had anything to hide.
Embarassed to be seen naked? Or being watched by someone while doing some lovey-dovey things?
Scarlett had no such things.
It would be a different story if it was in front of someone she knew or clone ones but people that she doesn't even know, They were not worth her attention.
Besides, getting mad over it felt like too much effort.
Instead, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, deciding to enjoy some well-deserved free time.
As the bright screen lit up, she smirked.
"The world of the internet… what a pleasurable thing," she thought, scrolling through the channels.
Then, a new thought popped into her head.
"I should buy a phone too."
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The TV flickered to life, just like always, set to the default news channel.
"So Arthur Mathew has finally decided to cooperate with the U.S. government and will no longer protest against the summoned ones," the reporter announced in a firm voice.
"He has been released and has already returned home. We attempted to reach him for a statement, but he declined to comment."
Scarlett groaned in annoyance and grabbed the remote. "Ugh, I hate the news!" she muttered before switching the channel without a second thought.
She didn't even realize how much time had passed. The soft clinking of dishes brought her attention to the table, where Irish had just finished eating. Every last bit of food was gone. And considering how much was served—enough to feed at least ten fully grown men—it was almost scary how she managed to devour it all without breaking a sweat.
And not a single burp.
Irish leaned back in her chair, satisfied, stretching her arms above her head with a pleased sigh. Then, suddenly, her eyes gleamed with mischief. Without warning, she lunged at Scarlett.
"Let's have sex!" Irish declared excitedly, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she tackled Scarlett onto the couch.
Scarlett blinked at her, amused but unfazed. She sat up, brushing a few strands of purple hair away from her face. "Yeah, yeah," she said with a lazy smirk. "Who's taking the lead this time?"
Meanwhile, somewhere else…
A dimly lit surveillance room. The walls were lined with multiple monitors, each displaying different live feeds from hidden cameras. Sitting in front of them was a female officer, her uniform slightly wrinkled from hours of sitting in the same position.
At first glance, the scene looked serious—like some top-secret government surveillance operation.
But in reality, the room was filled with loud, unmistakable moans.
The officer's face was burning red, her fingers trembling slightly as she covered her face with her hands… yet she still peeked through them, unable to look away.
"They're actually doing it?!" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds coming from the speakers.
She gulped. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the scene unfold.
Scarlett Nova—undeniably the most seductive woman in the world—her every movement was mesmerizing, like a perfectly choreographed dance of temptation. And then there was Irish, the breathtaking tomboy whose beauty could put top models to shame.
And the way they were together right now…
"This summoned hero always wears a blindfold, and now that they're doing this… it almost feels like some kind of S&M scene," the officer murmured, her voice shaky.
She wanted to look away. She should look away.
But she couldn't.
Then, something happened that sent shivers down her spine.
In the middle of everything, Scarlett suddenly lifted her head. She turned toward the camera.
Even though her eyes were hidden behind the blindfold… it felt as if she was staring directly at the officer.
And then—oh god—she licked her lips. Slowly. Sensually.
Like she was teasing her.
The officer's breath hitched. Her entire body tensed.
"Wait… does she know we're watching her? No way… she doesn't understand technology, right? Right?" she whispered, trying to convince herself, letting out a nervous laugh.
But something deep inside her screamed otherwise.
She felt exposed. Vulnerable.
The eerie sensation of being caught made her skin crawl.
Suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore. She shot up from her chair so fast that it nearly toppled over.
"I—I'm not doing this!" she stammered, panic lacing her voice. Her heart pounded as she grabbed her things.
It felt like Scarlett might appear behind her at any moment.
Without another second of hesitation, she bolted from the room.
And just like that, the surveillance feed continued to play to an empty chair.
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The soft glow of the morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting golden hues across the room. It wasn't early morning anymore—far from it. The clock had already passed 10:00 AM, yet Scarlett and Irish were still fast asleep, lost in the warmth of the blankets.
Scarlett stirred first, her body shifting slightly under the covers. A small tingling sensation ran through her eyes, and with a sleepy groan, she reached up, rubbing them slowly. A soft yawn escaped her lips.
She always took off her blindfold while sleeping. But last night… well, they had been up until midnight. Or was it past midnight? She couldn't remember. Either way, she must have forgotten to remove it.
Since she had fallen asleep that way, only half of her face was covered. One of her striking eyes—one vibrant blue, the other a deep crimson—remained partially hidden as the blindfold had slipped down to rest loosely around her nose. It was barely hanging on, threatening to fall off at any moment.
Then, she felt something strange.
"Why does my belly feel so wet?" she wondered, her mind still foggy from sleep.
Slowly, she opened one eye and blinked.
Irish was lying next to her, still fast asleep, her face buried against Scarlett's abs. And she was licking them.
"Honey tastes like honey~ Fuahaha~! I'll eat you whole today~" Irish mumbled in her sleep, giggling to herself as she nuzzled closer.
Scarlett let out a long, exhausted sigh.
Of course, it had to be Irish.
For a brief moment, she simply stared at her. The way Irish smiled in her sleep, her blue hair tousled and messy, her expression so sweet and innocent—it was almost adorable. Almost.
Then Scarlett's eyes widened.
"Hey, don't bite!" she yelped.
She immediately pulled herself away, sitting up as fast as she could. Irish groaned in protest but didn't wake up.
Scarlett ran a hand through her messy purple hair, sighing. Normally, she had a habit of removing her clothes in her sleep, but this time, she had gone to bed naked to begin with. She felt the morning chill against her skin and shivered slightly.
Still half-asleep, she stood up, stretching her arms over her head before grabbing the nearest white t-shirt she could find. She pulled it on lazily, barely bothering to fix it. One side of the shirt hung loose, slipping off her shoulder, revealing her collarbone and part of her chest. But she didn't care.
Just as she was about to go back to bed, the doorbell rang.
DING DONG!.....
No, scratch that. Someone was banging on the door like their life depended on it.
DING DONG DING DONG!...
The loud noise was unbearable, making her headache worse.
"Ugh… Who the hell…?" Scarlett grumbled, rubbing her temples.
The doorbell rang again and again.
"Alright, I'm coming!" she shouted, stumbling toward the door.
She didn't even think about what she was wearing—or rather, what she wasn't wearing. She just wanted whoever was at the door to stop making noise.
With a lazy yawn, she scratched her belly and pulled the door open.
"Listen, stop disturbing people in the morni—"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Her tired brain took a second to process what she was looking at.
A crowd.
No, not just any crowd. A swarm of reporters and cameramen. Microphones and cameras were shoved toward her face, the flashes blinding.
"Ms. Scarlett, is it true that you are a lesbian?" a male reporter asked, his voice eager.
But the moment his eyes actually landed on her, he froze.
A female reporter stepped forward. "Ms. Scarlett, I would like to ask—"
She froze too.
Everyone did.
The entire group of reporters, male and female alike, stared at her in complete silence.
Scarlett stood there, half-asleep, her loose t-shirt barely covering her body. One side had slipped even lower, revealing more of her shoulder. But more importantly, her blindfold had fallen off.
Her vibrant blue eye was glowing in the sunlight. Her pale face, still drowsy from sleep, looked impossibly delicate, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her lips parted slightly in confusion, adding to the almost otherworldly sight.
She was breathtaking.
Even the female reporters felt their hearts pound wildly in their chests.
"Ms. Sc—"
Before anyone could finish a sentence, Scarlett slammed the door shut so hard the entire floor shook.
The sound of camera lenses clicking against the door echoed in the silence.
Scarlett leaned against the door and only three words came out.
"What The Fuck?"