Carette added a few delicate dishes to her plate, including the "butter turkey" that provoked "Jose's" fire. Then, she picked up the shiny silver fork in one hand and carefully fed it to him one bite after another.

"Jose" stared at Carette as she ate, with a very satisfied smile.

However, while doing these things for "Jose", another extremely evil thought was born in Carette's heart.

She really wanted to put a fork into his mouth and pierce Poseidon's throat directly, if he was still the original body of the evil beauty he had before, instead of hiding in Jose's body like a parasitic beast like he was now......

Carette continued to serve "Jose", not moving on the surface, but secretly planning a countermeasure in her heart.

Outside this villa are a group of sea clan guards and bodyguards. Kareta thought that if she alarmed the bodyguards, she would be alone when she really started, and she might not be able to go all out against the powerful Aquaman.

Once she is passive, she will not be able to take back Jose's body at that time, and I am afraid that even she herself will be subject to Poseidon's clutches.

In the end, how should we look for opportunities to start......

When she was thoughtful, she didn't notice the instantaneous change in "Jose's" facial expression.

"We continue to drink......"

His expression darkened for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, "I want you...... Then feed me ......."

There was something strange about his voice. As soon as she finished speaking, a very strange feeling suddenly appeared in Karete's heart, as if it instantly became blank and became incomprehensible.

She straightened her back on Jose's legs, and then put the fork and plate in her hands. With a snap of her fingers, she picked up the glass of red wine again.

I...... What the hell is going on......

Kareta asked herself for no reason.

She didn't feel any of her emotions at all at this time, she didn't even know if she really wanted to do these things for the men around her. The body seems to belong to someone else, and it is completely out of your own control.

"Baby, are you happy? Do you like this for you to serve me?"

"Jose" looked at her with a complicated expression and asked.

"Yes! I like it...... Loved ...... very much"

Carette was startled by the sound of her own reply, and the tone of her voice made her realize how amorous she was at the moment.

She raised the wine glass in her hand and took a big sip, and then sent the delicate cherry lips of the wine to "Jose's" mouth.

Swallowing the wine offered by Carette herself, "Jose" narrowed his eyes into two slits, and the bright blue light of his eyes was uniquely complex, as if he was playing, as if he was scrutinizing.

"Nothing, it's just...... I want to ~ want to ......"

Kareta had no control over her answers.

"Jose" smiled at this, took the wine glass in her hand, and swallowed the rest of the glass in an instant.

"Oh, that's interesting! Now let's play a game, how about drinking together?"

A sly smile crossed Jose's face, and he picked up an empty cup as well.

In this way, the man and woman changed their glasses at the table, and after drinking the whole bottle of red wine, they ordered the servant to bring two bottles of different kinds of wine, and a small barrel of ice.

This experience was an unusually tragic ordeal for Karetta.

She understands that she drinks a lot, which is not too big, and belongs to the sensitive constitution of "pouring a glass". And the worst thing is that at this moment, she has no intention of rejecting Aquaman's suggestion. It was like she was enchanted, and she didn't want to refuse at all.

Red wine is warm, but it is also very strong. After pouring a few cups into her stomach on an empty stomach, she soon felt dizzy and a sore pain in the back of her neck for no reason.

"José" placed the slightly limp Carette on the dining chair nearest to him, reached out and grabbed the two square glasses, opened another bottle of cognac, and poured some amber liquid from the shell-shaped bottle into each of them.

Mixing it with ice, he pushed one of them into Carette's hand and smiled slyly:

"Come on, it's not over yet. Let's keep drinking!"

Kareta looked directly at the square wine glass in front of her, looking a little uncomfortable.

To be honest, she was already overwhelmed, but in order to implement the plan smoothly, she had to grit her teeth, grab the wine glass, tilt her back, and quickly swallow the wine in the glass into her stomach.

"Jose" held the cup in one hand and sat next to Carette. He watched in silence as she drank another glass of wine in desperation, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, revealing a thin and venocious smile.

Carette lost count of the number of glasses she had drunk. Anyway, just after the bottle of cognac had bottomed out, "Jose" replaced her with another wine.

Carette didn't know the name of the spirit, the only thing she could feel was the taste, it tasted like the almond-flavored uzo she had tasted at the "Winter" speakeasy, bitter and fierce that she couldn't hold it after taking a sip.

Her vision became completely distracted, and as soon as her head tilted, she fell to the corner of the dining table, resting her head on her arm and began to fall asleep.

"José" quietly put on a hypocritical smile, put down his glass, and slowly stood up from the dining chair in the main seat.

Walking straight to the living room, he found the remote control of the combined stereo, and pressed the receiver button of the speaker a few times.

The violin music disappeared, and a melodious waltz was released from the speakers, like gurgling clear water swirling in every inch of the air in the living room, as if it were infinite ambiguity and temptation.

"Jose" turned back and hurriedly rang the electronic bell on the table. Soon, an attendant walked briskly up to him and bowed to him:

"Command, king. ”

"Go, get Madame's shoes and put them on for her. ”

"Yes. ”

The servant promised to do as he was told. In a moment, he rushed back with a pair of gold strap-on high heels. Putting his shoes on Carette's feet, the attendant, who knew how to raise his eyebrows and lower his eyes, hurried out of the place of right and wrong.

"José" approached Carret, who was unconscious, put one hand on the top of her head and stroked it back and forth with pity, and said softly:

"How can you get drunk so easily? It's not interesting at all! This is also to blame me, as the king of the sea, the god who rules all the liquid states in this world, I am not drunk with a thousand cups! Hehe, you, you are so stupid and cute!"

"José" bent down, pulled Carette's boneless body from her chair, and shook her gently.

"Baby, dear, wake up, dance with me!"

"José" said, stretching out his hand, cuffing Carette's little waist firmly, and moving decisively to the beat of the dance music, regardless of her wishes.

Karet's consciousness was drowsy, and her ears were filled with disturbing sounds, "Buzzing...... Buzzing ......", constantly stimulating her eardrums.

Her whole body was like a soft noodle, completely leaning on "Jose's" arms, with no strength to resist, let alone the idea of resisting, so she could only let "Jose" fiddle at will.

The two bodies at almost zero distance are next to me and I am next to you, entangled and grinding with the rhythm of the music, and the strange feeling makes Carette's face red and red, as if she is gradually falling into a maze of confusion, unable to distinguish the direction that guides her, and cannot find an outlet to redeem herself.

"Jose" must be deliberately trying to fix Carret.

In the spacious living room, he held her body and kept turning out one full circle after another in the concerto of the music.

Kareta was feeling worse and worse.

She hadn't eaten much food all day, and now her empty stomach was wrapped in several different kinds of foreign wine, like a fierce fire fighting fiercely in her belly. The skin on the whole body is becoming more and more sticky~ greasy and heavy, and hot sweat comes out of the hair from time to time.

Kareta felt her internal organs burning violently, and her chest tightened, and she opened her mouth to almost vomit.

"Hmm! stop...... Stop! I'm so uncomfortable!"

Kareta furrowed her brows in agony, and kept begging:

"Please! Don't do this, don't do it again! Let go of me!"

"Hmph, it's useless to beg me!

"José" laughed weirdly as she watched the embarrassed Carret, her dance slowing down noticeably, and he finally stopped taking her around the wooden floor of the living room.

Moving slowly, he led her to the edge of the couch.

Kareta suddenly felt her body unbalanced and fell backwards, swallowing deep air in fear, and she fell onto the couch, her dizzy body bounced twice off the couch's cushions.

The alcohol hurt her throat, and she couldn't scream loudly with her mouth open. She struggled to fight the thick and heavy sleepiness, forcing herself to keep her eyes open, alert to the possible aggression of the Sea King at any moment.

"Jose" was indeed approaching her, with a condescending posture and a frozen and disdainful smile, casting a focused gaze at her, as sharp as two sharp, thin blades that could scrape her skin and bone in an instant.

"You...... What do you want to do......"

Carette burrowed herself on the couch and asked "José" with difficulty.

"Baby, you've really drunk too much, why are you asking me about it?"

"José" replied playfully, loosening the buttons at the collar of his shirt, and then came to his senses:

"Didn't you take the initiative to ask me for a hug? After drinking, did you forget all about it? Now that the show has just begun, do you regret it?"

"No...... No...... Don't ......"

Carreta screamed in a slurred voice, endured a dull headache, and made a feeble resistance under "Jose".

"Jose" behaved unhurriedly, making the encroachment look more like a fiery plea.

The alcohol was ignited by passion, and completely evaporated from the weak body in the continuously heating body heat.

"No...... No......"

As her consciousness blurred, Karet's resistance became more and more sluggish. Her mind was still trapped in the labyrinth of no exit, so she couldn't remember where she was or what was going on.