Infinite: Starting from Resident Evil

The witches all had excellent figures. After the zipper was unzipped, the opening was stretched into a V-shape by the magnificent breasts that were bound inside. Shen Ye could even see the black lace bra that encased the snow-white spheres inside.

Shen Ye silently swallowed, which was a normal physiological reaction. Just as he was about to ask her why she did this, Joan of Arc suddenly raised her wine glass to him and made a toasting gesture.

Shen Ye was taken aback, then immediately raised his glass and clinked it with hers from a distance. He then realized that Jeanne's drinking gesture this time was completely different from her previous elegance; she boldly tilted her head back and downed the beer in one gulp.

This action caused some beer to spill from the corner of her mouth, then slide down her delicate, swan-like neck, before plunging into an unfathomable abyss after a stunningly high arc.

To be honest, it was a very tempting scene, at least in Shen Ye's eyes. Especially when he saw that the large expanse of Joan of Arc's snow-white skin seemed to be glowing after being wet with water droplets, he found that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Then, Shen Ye thought sadly, "My willpower, which was as strong as steel, seems to have weakened again!"

Even though he was thinking that, he still stared intently, because he felt that the silver-haired witch was deliberately making him look at her, and if she continued to pretend to be a gentleman, it would be too fake.

Fortunately, it wasn't closing time yet, and there weren't many customers in the tavern. Moreover, the two of them were seated in a corner of the tavern, with a pillar providing cover, so only he saw this tempting scene.

At this moment, after putting down her wine glass, Joan of Arc placed her fingers on her chest and slid them up along the water streaks that had not yet evaporated due to her rising body temperature. Finally, she put her beer-covered fingers into her mouth, sucking on them while smiling at Shen Ye.

Upon seeing this action, Shen Ye gasped, his heart seemingly skipping a beat. He found it hard to believe that after having so many women, he could still be seduced by a woman's allure, but now he was undeniably captivated.

Feeling that if he continued watching, he would likely be manipulated by the witch before him, Shen Ye reluctantly looked away, then took a sip of beer, intending to let the cold liquid cool down his restless body.

However, alcohol is meant to be enjoyed in certain situations. After taking a big gulp of alcohol, even beer, Shen Ye didn't calm down at all; instead, his mind became even more chaotic.

"Ahem, could you get me a glass of ice water?" After taking a deep breath, Shen Ye asked the silver-haired witch in front of him, whose smile had deepened and whose eyes were full of mockery.

Joan of Arc smiled and shook her head: "We're here to drink."

"But you don't seem to be here for a drink," Shen Ye said with dissatisfaction, then snapped his fingers like Joan of Arc, preparing to order himself a glass of iced water.

The tavern waitress came over quickly, but before Shen Ye could speak, Joan of Arc gave her a look and sent her away again.

Of course, this wasn't because the two were telepathically connected, but because the silver-haired witch used demonic power.

Then Joan of Arc reiterated, "We came here to drink, and you promised to treat me to a drink. Do you intend to go back on your word?"

As she continued, a look of disdain appeared in Joan of Arc's eyes.

"I'm mainly worried that you'll get taken advantage of." Shen Ye immediately changed his tune; he needed to maintain control.

"I think you're afraid of getting taken advantage of, aren't you?" The witch's gaze was very aggressive. As if to bolster her confidence, she even leaned forward slightly, making her movements more aggressive as well.

At this moment, Shen Ye didn't know where to look, but Joan of Arc's words made him a little unhappy. What did she mean by being afraid of being taken advantage of? When a man and a woman are alone together, it's hard to say who will be taken advantage of in the end.

So Shen Ye's eyes stopped darting around and stared straight at Joan of Arc's chest, which was partially exposed as she leaned forward.

Under Shen Ye's burning gaze, even the outgoing silver-haired witch couldn't resist. Shyness kept eroding her mind, making her heart itch and causing her body temperature to rise exponentially. Her exposed snow-white skin gradually turned a rosy blush.

She felt as if she had fallen in love with this feeling that made her so shy, of course, only when she was in front of this man.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but it flew by quickly. Neither of them would give in, and they just stared at each other like that.

Just then, Shen Ye caught a glimpse of several guests walking towards them out of the corner of his eye. He had no choice but to surrender first, saying, "Sit down, someone's coming."

The silver-haired witch could certainly sense it, but after hearing Shen Ye's reminder, she revealed a victorious smile, then pulled up the zipper of her clothes a little to cover up the black and white spring color.

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(How scary! It took a long time to get approved, and I had to read it over and over again, afraid that I had overdone it.)

Chapter 494! Complaining

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The drinking continued, and no one knew how many glasses were served. Neither Shen Ye nor Zhen De counted; they only knew that the surrounding tables had been turned over several times.

However, despite drinking a lot of alcohol, neither of them was particularly drunk. Just kidding, one of them is a superhuman in terms of physical fitness even without activating his profession, and the other is a witch who has lived for hundreds of years. If they could get drunk from a little beer, wouldn't they be worse off than some ordinary people with a high alcohol tolerance?

"One last sip, then we should all head home. It's getting late." Shen Ye looked at the beer glass in front of him, which still had a mouthful left. To be honest, he disliked drinking beer. Not only did it make him feel bloated, but it also made him run to the toilet frequently. He had lost count of how many times he had gone to the toilet since the beginning of the night, and he felt like he had spent half of the evening there.

Then he secretly glanced at Joan of Arc's lower abdomen, which was still flat as before. He thought with some admiration, wondering if this woman had a strong endurance or what, as she hadn't gone to the toilet even once. Could it be that the saying "women are made of water" really applies to her, and that the beer had become one with her?

The silver-haired witch didn't notice Shen Ye's gaze. Although she wasn't drunk, she was slightly tipsy, and her flushed face made her look radiant. She rested her chin on one hand, raised her glass with the other, and swirled the remaining liquid inside. Her silver-gray eyes looked at Shen Ye, and she continued, "Go home? Didn't you just arrive in this city? Which home are you going home to?"

"That's why I said it's getting late. If we keep drinking, we might not even be able to find a hotel." Shen Ye also imitated Joan of Arc, propping his chin up with his hand, while gently tapping the table with his other hand, making a rhythmic sound.

"By the way, Miss Jeanne, didn't you say you would help me find a place to stay?" Shen Ye said again.

"Really? Oh, I think that's true." Joan of Arc made a gesture as if she had just remembered, and then said, "But at this hour, the landlady should already be asleep. If you want to rent a room, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"It's okay, I can find a hotel tonight," Shen Ye said nonchalantly. "It's just a matter of taking a taxi."

"Why waste money?" Joan of Arc suddenly said with a smile, "I have extra rooms at home. You can stay at my place tonight. We can share a room, no, I mean live together. How about it? Doesn't it sound tempting?"

The witch's invitation caught Shen Ye off guard, but he had to admit he was quite tempted, because her words were so ambiguous, directly using the term "cohabitation."

However, despite being tempted, Shen Ye stubbornly said, "You really are after me."

Joan of Arc smiled again: "From the first moment I saw you, I had my eye on you."

Witches rarely fall for humans, but once they do, they will launch the fiercest attack.

Shen Ye continued stubbornly, "What you're saying is a little scary. I need to think about it carefully."

"It's okay, we can sleep in separate rooms until you've thought it through."

Joan of Arc's words left Shen Ye somewhat bewildered: "Wait, did you mean you wanted to do something pleasing to the eye with me tonight?"

"Not so fast. I just want to try what it's like to sleep with a man in my arms. But you're not ready yet, so we'll have to sleep separately for now." Joan shrugged.

Upon hearing this, Shen Ye deliberately feigned a regretful expression: "In that case, it seems I missed something just now?"

“Yes, but it’s too late to back out now. I also feel that I’m not ready yet, so even if you agree now, it’s impossible.” Joan of Arc looked at the man in front of her with a smile: “So next time you hear me say these things, you can just agree.”

Shen Ye nodded gently to her: "I think... I will."

Then he raised his glass, drank the remaining liquid in one gulp, and said to Joan of Arc, "Come on, take me to your home."

“That’s more like it. I like men who take the initiative.” Joan of Arc nodded happily and finished her drink.

Afterwards, Shen Ye took out a five-hundred-euro note, placed it on the table, and left the beer hall with Joan of Arc.

After leaving the beer hall, Jeanne went straight to her motorcycle, but when she got on, she found that Shen Ye was still standing there, not on the motorcycle.

Joan of Arc narrowed her slightly intoxicated silver eyes and asked, "What? Have you changed your mind? Or are you suddenly worried that I might treat you badly since we've only known each other for a few hours?"

If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. After all, you're now Bader's subordinate... Shen Ye thought to himself, but that wasn't the main issue. He shook his head slightly and said, "You've been drinking, let's take a taxi."

He habitually brought his own real-life experiences into the analogy.

"I'm not that easily drunk. Besides, if I take a taxi, am I supposed to just leave my beloved motorcycle here? Please, sir from the East, I don't know how safe your area is, but here, if I come back tomorrow, I'll have to go to the secondhand market to find my motorcycle, and if I'm late, I might even have to figure out how to put it back together." The silver-haired witch said irritably, "Of course, the worst-case scenario is that I won't be able to find my motorcycle the next day."

"Can't you use magic on it?" Shen Ye asked helplessly.

“This city has a few shady characters, and I’m afraid I can’t find anyone to undo the spell I cast on my motorcycle. It’s very rare, but I don’t want to gamble.” Jeanne stroked her motorcycle and snorted, “Just like twenty years ago, the motorcycle I finally saved up to buy was stolen, and I never got it back.”

Hearing this, Shen Ye's focus shifted, and he was somewhat surprised: "Are teachers' salaries really that low?"

“You should ask why the taxes are so high here. Also, teachers’ salaries are very high, but I also need to buy some women’s necessities, like this coat I’m wearing, which cost me a whole month’s salary,” Joan of Arc complained.

Shen Ye didn't expect that witches would also worry about money, but after thinking about it, he felt it was normal. Now, she and Bayonetta were probably the only witches left. Without the support of a large family, it was normal for them to live a frugal life. Moreover, judging from the witches' behavior in the game's storyline, their love of beauty was much stronger than that of ordinary women, so they spent money very extravagantly.

"Alright then, let's ride a motorcycle. But be careful not to hit anyone." Shen Ye compromised. Anyway, judging from Joan of Arc's appearance, she shouldn't be so drunk that she's unconscious.

Then, Shen Ye also got on the motorcycle and naturally put his arms around Joan of Arc's waist.

Joan of Arc glanced down and saw that Shen Ye had his arms around her waist this time, so she could feel the man's strong chest pressed against her back.

I really don't resist him, even with such intimate gestures... Joan of Arc thought.

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Chapter 495! Joan of Arc's Home

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Joan of Arc rented a house on the other side of the city, where there were large apartment buildings. Like in many countries, some of these apartment buildings were owned by the local indigenous people.

On the way there, Joan of Arc mentioned this matter. She said that the landlady of the apartment building where she lived had a husband who was a descendant of an old Junker nobleman, the kind of person whose ancestors had crossed the border with Bismarck. So after the local government expropriated their ancestral land, the couple made a fortune and simply bought several apartment buildings to collect rent.

She was very envious of this, because in all her years, she had never thought of getting herself a few plots of land when most of the European continent was still barren. Otherwise, she wouldn't have to work so hard as a witch to find a job. It would have been so much better to be a landlady.

Shen Ye listened quietly as Jeanne poured out her grievances. He found it very interesting because it was hard to imagine that a witch would have such ordinary troubles as a normal human being. This was quite unexpected for him.

Of course, Shen Ye felt that Joan of Arc was too capricious, because he remembered that the witch family once had territory in Europe. However, Shen Ye thought that only a few witches were still alive on earth. After the family was destroyed, they probably didn't leave behind any land deeds or other proof. Even if they wanted to return to their family's territory, they probably wouldn't be able to file a lawsuit. After all, what era is this? The country where the witch family's territory was located would not agree to it.

As they chatted, the motorcycle quickly crossed most of the city and arrived at the place where Joan of Arc lived.

After parking the motorcycle in the parking lot, Jeanne led Shen Ye into an apartment building and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

"Welcome to my home, well, you could say it's your home from now on. It's a pity I didn't prepare any champagne, otherwise we could have had a celebration. I hope you don't mind." After opening the door, Jeanne turned to Shen Ye, who was taking off his shoes, and said this. She was in an unusually good mood, her tone was very light, and she even made a little joke.

As Shen Ye took off his shoes, he looked around the room and said, "You are the host and I am the guest, how could I possibly mind?"

Joan of Arc raised a slender, white finger and gently shook it at him: "I told you, this will be your home from now on, and you are the master now."

"So you don't need to be so polite," Shen Ye said with a smile, then walked in barefoot. He couldn't find any slippers he could wear... Of course, if he wanted to wear the few pairs of obviously women's slippers displayed at the entrance, he actually had many choices, since those women's slippers were all very cartoonish.

Looking at Shen Ye, who was barefoot, Jeanne rested her chin on her hand and murmured, "I never thought a man would live in my house. It seems I'll have to buy you a pair of slippers tomorrow. No, not just slippers, but clothes too. Good heavens, Shen, your fashion sense is absolutely terrible."

Hearing Joan's words, Shen Ye looked down at his clothes in confusion. This outfit was put together for him by Scarlett. Scarlett, who had only been in the real world for a little over a month, already had enough fashion magazines to fill half a room. Her fashion sense was much better than Robert, who used to take care of Shen Ye's daily life. But in Joan's words, it was a complete mess.