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Chapter 342 The Victor

"As long as we can get to that place, as long as we can get to that place..."

After a round of battle royale, Zheng Ri finally managed to survive to the late game, with less than fifteen minutes remaining.

The clock has struck. Now all we need to do is survive until the game ends.

"However, to do something like this based on an urban setting is truly impressive."

Zheng Ri arrived at a high-rise building and looked out. It was indeed a metropolis, full of neon lights, nameless dark alleys, and high-speed rail lines leading in all directions. It was hard to understand that all of this was virtual, let alone something that could be touched.

Reaching out and lightly touching the wall, I felt the icy coolness emanating from my fingers. It wasn't an optical illusion; it felt real.

However, while Zheng Ri was feeling sentimental, he was unaware that a figure had already begun to sneak up behind him. Then, while he was in a daze, a pair of handcuffs reflecting a silvery light were directly locked onto Zheng Ri's wrists.

"Commander, no, the escape suspect, you're now under arrest. Surrender obediently!"

Zheng Ri turned his head and saw Kronstadt wearing the other glove on her hand. She had changed into a policewoman's uniform, with black high heels and black stockings, a pistol holster strapped to her thigh, a pair of handcuffs hanging from her belt, and a police ID.

However, compared to a police officer's uniform, I feel that she is more suited to a fashionable office lady.

"What's wrong? You're an arrested suspect now. Do you have anything to say? But I suggest you give me that thing on your chest, and I'll let you go."

Seeing that his gaze was fixed on him, Kronstadt thought that he was surprised by him. Although role-playing was interesting, it was only interesting if he won, so he continued to threaten him.

"Kronstadt, look behind you!"

"What's behind? Commander, you're going to lose anyway, so don't be stubborn, just give in... There's nothing there?"

Although he said that, Kronstadt still obediently turned his head to take a look. Well, apart from the jeep he had driven to the side, there was nothing there. After muttering to himself, he turned his head back and found that the handcuffs binding his hands had fallen off and were dangling. Then, looking around, he saw his back as he ran away, and Arkhangelsk crouching under him without him noticing.

Clearly, the person they arrested had been released by Arkhangelsk.

"Commander! You cheated!"

"You fell for my trap! Kronstadt! This is my escape route! Gersk, thanks!"

After saying that, Zheng Ri felt himself speeding away, while Arkhangelsk took advantage of Kronstadt looking at Zheng Ri to immediately get up and run away.

Helping is one thing, but it wouldn't be good if I got caught myself.

"Ah? Arkhangelsk, you traitor!"

"You're too inexperienced. I can't very well let the Commander be captured by anyone other than myself. Besides, this is just the beginning."

Arkhangelsk's face lit up with a happy smile. It was all just talk about the game being over; this was the most important part of the game.

"Phew...maybe we should just give up? No, there are only five minutes left."

After hiding everywhere, in the small house, Zheng Ri felt that he might as well not run. There's a saying, "If you don't run, you won't die?" But thinking about the situation after not running, he decided to run after all.

"Huh? Commander, it's almost evening now. What are you doing in my house?"

Hearing the noise coming from his room, Kubyshev looked inside strangely and saw his commander hiding there, wearing something that looked like eyes on his head.

"Oh, now we're in your room. I didn't recognize you here, but were you involved too?"

When Zheng Ri saw Kuibyshev heading directly towards him, he became cautious. Could it be that his life was destined to end here?

"Participate? Participate in what? Oh, Commander, you mean the capture operation? So you're the target, Commander. Don't worry, I didn't participate."

"Alright, are you almost done now? If you're almost done, come and have something to drink. Commander, would you like some borscht or a chocolate milk tea?"

"Of course, I won't make you drink vodka like they do. But if you want some, Commander, that's fine too, we can drink together."

Seeing him take a worried step back, Kubyshev slightly raised the corners of her mouth, came to him with a gentle smile, hugged him, and then patted his head as if she were treating a child. Rather than saying that it was because it was the first time she could be so close to him, her smile became even brighter.

"Hmm, it's almost over, just two minutes. How about a chocolate milk tea?"

Looking at the remaining time displayed in the upper left corner, there were less than two minutes left. No matter how I looked at it, I was sure to win, so there was nothing to worry about.

Thinking about this day made him relax, and he started thinking about what would happen tonight, like... how to teach Tallinn a good lesson? And Kronstadt, no matter what, he was definitely going to use his boots to give them a good thrashing!

The day was already

After relaxing, Kuibyshev slowly released him. Seeing the smile on his face, Kuibyshev suddenly reached out and touched his chest when he wasn't paying attention. In his memory, this man was not wearing a badge.

"Commander, is this something that can decide the outcome?"

"Yeah, winning this means we've won, but since you didn't participate, it doesn't matter whether you win or not."

Glancing at the less than fifteen seconds that had passed, Zheng Ri casually remarked, "This round is a direct win. Loss? How could we lose?"

If I lose, I'll eat the badge I'm wearing right now.

"I see. Well then, thank you, Commander. Chapaev, come on! You win."

After receiving his permission, Kuibyshev simply took the badge with his bare hands, threw it behind him, and then caught it with his gloved hand. Chapaev then walked out under the panicked gaze of the Japanese government, while the time display in the upper left corner returned to zero.

"Commander, I won!"

Chapter 343 Dividing the Spoils

"Ah, the commander has been captured, captured by Chapaev! Alas, poor commander, it must be that Chapaev! She beat the commander to his knees, probably to force him to go back and have sex with her!"

Seeing Chapaev sitting on the somewhat lifeless commander's seat, looking as if celebrating a victory, and holding a monocular telescope, Kronstadt couldn't help but sigh. At the same time, he looked down at his own police officer uniform, feeling sorry for him.

"Kronstadt, what are you talking about?"

However, her words naturally drew a slightly speechless look from Tarlin. What on earth was all this nonsense? Saying such strange things...

At least don't say it out loud.

"Huh? Am I wrong? If I think about it, that's how it should be, and given Chapaev's personality, I largely believe that's the case."

"Besides, if it weren't for Arkhangelst, I would have already taken down the commander."

Kronstadt lowered his binoculars and looked at her with a questioning gaze. Had he said something wrong? No problem. But then he thought of something and stared at Arkhangelst, who was written as a phantom thief but read as a special agent. If it weren't for her, he would have already taken down his most respected commander.

And you can also take the opportunity to test how secure the handcuffs are.

"Don't look at me like that, Kronstadt, I didn't mean to."

"It was intentional, wasn't it? I knew it!"

Ignoring the argument between the two, Tarlin looked at Chapaev, who was holding the commander in his arms. To be honest, he wasn't envious at all.

If I had just smashed it over the head back then, it would have been mine.

Imagining that her commander would be toyed with by her for two days, a slight blush began to rise on Tarlin's indifferent face. She started to fantasize about many different ways to play, such as wearing black pantyhose on her thighs and then wearing peep-toe high heels, to try out different kinds of play.

But after thinking about it for a short while, Tarlin's expression returned to normal. After all, no matter how much he thought about it, that person was not himself, but Chapaev.

"Commander, why do you look so gloomy? You should smile more! I won, you should celebrate!"

She took off her black, reflective gloves, revealing her fair and alluring slender hands. She gently placed them on his chin, her fingertips tracing his jawline and down his neck. Chapaev spoke with a smile, his face bearing the look of a victor.

"But I lost, and it was a prize at that, so it's not something to be happy about."

It's a pity we still lost, otherwise...

"But I'm so happy! I won! Now I can have the Commander all to myself. Hmm, actually, I'm thinking about where we should go. Does the Commander like being handcuffed in bed, or what? By the way, Commander, do you like necklaces? I really like them."

Chapaev spoke happily, radiating his joy. If there weren't so many people around, he would have already started taking action.

"Chapaev, you can't treat the commander like that. The commander is someone we must treat well. We can't control the commander with your kind of thinking."

Hearing what she said, Kubyshev, who was carrying several teacups in his hands, said with some dissatisfaction. After all, she wasn't very good at hiding her true feelings, and it was obvious.

"Hehe, it's alright, Kuibyshev. Of course, I wouldn't do anything to harm the Commander, but since the Commander has become my prize, well... hehe~"

"By the way, how about you come too? My success is partly due to your contribution, so let's split it 50/50?"

Seeing that Zheng Ri didn't avoid him, Chapaev happily patted his head. Then, thinking of what had happened before, he smiled warmly and said to her, "I can't have it all to myself, can I?"

Unless she refuses, then I'll just have to go alone with tears in my eyes.

Enjoyed it.

After seeing Chapaev happily rubbing the commander's head, Kubyshev, who hadn't originally intended to have such thoughts, gradually began to have them, especially since he himself didn't have any opportunities to be alone with the commander.

Now that Chapaev had presented the opportunity, Kuibyshev naturally wouldn't refuse her good friend, so she nodded and happily accepted it.

"In that case, alright then, Commander. Let Chapaev and I take care of you for the next couple of days. But I'm the second one, so don't worry, she won't do anything like that."

Kubyshev spoke gently to Masaharu. In her own opinion, it was a good thing to have the opportunity to be alone with the Commander, and that they could do many, many things together, even if it was only for a day.

However, in the eyes of the spoils of war, she seemed like a despicable ship girl plotting how to divide her away.

So despicable.

"Although we lost, it's okay. It doesn't start until tomorrow. Alright, Commander, it's time for some fun. Come on, let's drink!"

While Chapaev and Kuibyshev were conveying their thoughts to the commander, Gangut had already arrived with a bottle of vodka. Although she hadn't participated and didn't have such intentions, since the commander was here, she wanted to let him experience the warmth of the Northern Alliance.

"Commander, Gangut has already handed over the vodka. If this continues, everyone will be unhappy."

Zheng Ri took Gangut's vodka, looked at Chapaev with a meaningful smile, and then patted her shapely buttocks hidden under her pleated skirt.

"Actually, I'm thinking, I haven't lost either. Besides, things don't always go as planned, Chapaev."

Zheng Ri thought of the outfit he had bought for her, which clearly showed that Chapaev could be both yandere and soft. In that case, was it possible for him to control her?

"Hmm? It seems the Commander has remembered those things? Well then, let's talk about it tonight. But before that, how about we have a go? I won't fall down so easily, you know?"

Chapaev's face flushed red as he recalled the time the commander had put a collar on him before, but this time he was determined to put one on him.

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Chapter 344 A Lifetime of Regret

"Commander, how's it going with Chapaev? Is she healthy? If so, please tell me directly, and I'll teach her a lesson."

After spending a day with Chapaev, I enjoyed her wonderful service, which was absolutely fantastic, with a wide variety of activities available.

However, Kuibyshev did not think so. He had visited Chapaev's house on his way yesterday and found nothing wrong, so he did not pay attention to it. But seeing that the commander seemed to be troubled, Kuibyshev frowned with some concern, worried that something might happen to him.

For example, psychological trauma or the like.

“Kubyshev, how could I do such a thing to the Commander? I’m not some iron-blooded Ron who would use extreme methods to treat the Commander.”

"Besides, we've had a very pleasant time together, haven't we, Commander?"

Chapaev didn't pay attention to what his best friend said. Instead, he hugged Zheng Ri tightly from behind, pressing his chest, which Zheng Ri especially liked, against his back and gently rubbing against him, his hands clasped together.

She kissed his cheek from behind, a genuine smile of happiness spreading across her beautiful face.

"Yes, you're right, my dear... sister."

Being treated so gently by Chapaev, Zheng Ri reluctantly called her "sister." He had no choice; she had leverage over him, and she had also used his own leverage against him many times before, so he chose to give in to her.

However, thinking back to what happened yesterday, Zheng Ri thought it was great. It was the first time she had known that Chapaev liked so many things, no, she especially loved changing clothes, which is a common characteristic of women.

Yukatas and pajamas offer a multitude of possibilities for play, at least allowing one to experience what it means to feel like a wife. Despite being an older sister type, she unexpectedly exudes a mature charm, and her clothes are incredibly soft and bouncy.

There were also prison uniforms for those with a near-desire theme, allowing me to experience firsthand what it meant to be captured as a snow-white female knight.

And she was dressed in a party outfit, but rather a white veil. In the quiet piano room, she was placed on the piano keys, feeling the white silk wrists and ankles locked together, and the beautiful and moving piano music and singing voice produced by her practice, one after the other.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Masaharu couldn't help but smile foolishly. However, Kubyshev felt that something was even more wrong. How could his commander have become like this? Then he noticed the faint red mark on his neck.

"Then, Chapaev, what's with the red mark on the commander's neck? This mark doesn't lie..."

"As for this, it's proof of our love, isn't it, Commander?"

Even though Kuibyshev had seized a crucial piece of evidence against him, Chapaev remained calm, instead gently touching Zheng Ri's neck with his slender hand.

The red marks are all traces of mutual love.

It's like always needing to lock away things you like; this gives you a sense of possession and also a genuine feeling of satisfaction—all of which are manifestations of love.

"Kuybyshev, Chapaev is right, don't worry, I'm really alright."

Zheng Ri also supported her, all of which were the result of compromise. Moreover, he didn't do anything, except for having a collar put on him. Otherwise, Chapaev was really obedient to her in every way, as long as she allowed it.

"Since the commander has put it that way, there's nothing more I can say. Alright, commander, come to my side."

Seeing that the commander was supporting Chapaev for the second time, Kuibyshev naturally didn't say anything more. He just made sure that Chapaev was in good condition, instead of picking a fight with him, otherwise he would have already taken a knife and started splitting melons.

However, after Kuibyshev called him over, Zheng Ri did not go immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Chapaev. This prioritization of sovereignty pleased the latter greatly. He gently kissed Chapaev's earlobe before whispering in his ear, his sweet lips, which he had tasted many times, exuding an alluring fragrance.

"Commander, you can go to her now. I'll be looking forward to our next time together."

After saying that, Chapaev loosened his arms from holding him, but did not let go completely. Instead, he gently rubbed his head before finally releasing him completely.

"it is good"