It wasn't that Shinji liked to be tied up. If he liked bondage that much, wouldn't he be some kind of BDSM enthusiast? The reason he was into this was because the one doing it, the one treating him like this, was his most beloved! Most beautiful! Most amazing! The world's number one, invincible, and cutest sister!!
Imouto—!!! Saikō—!!!
You must know, Shinji had another special identity in Antarctica: the president of the [My Little Sister is the Best Association]. Although this association had been rejected time and time again by Director Marisbury due to its name and suspicions about its internal activities, perhaps it was because "it takes all kinds to make a world," this association actually existed by word of mouth among the people.
After all, Shinji was probably not the only one with a sister-complex.
Who doesn't have a cute little sister?
It was seriously suspected that this little genius's joining had caused those who were originally just ordinary big brothers to completely become members of a sister-complex organization. After all, this guy was like a raging flame, constantly influencing others, and at the same time, was so dazzling. One was afraid that with just a slight touch, one would be burned by this strange flame into dregs... ah, no... into scum.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, this kind of love for a sister was a bit too bizarre and intense. But who cares? This was the world of 2D, after all. So things that originally seemed too extreme would also become incomparably normal.
In short, Shinji was now tied up with a whip and being held in Sakura's arms in a princess carry. There was not the slightest struggle, not the slightest anger, and not the slightest embarrassment. In fact, an apple-red blush appeared on his face, and a satisfied smile curled on his lips.
After all... his own sister was holding him!! And in a princess carry!!
Others might have felt ashamed at being seen, their masculinity gone. But Shinji couldn't wait for others to look at him. At that time, he would even shout loudly, "Look! My sister is holding me in a princess carry! This is a princess carry! Which of you has ever been held in a princess carry by your own sister?!"
This genius wished he could open his arms and loudly call for the surrounding people to come and show off his sister. But it was a pity; it was currently mission time. If he loudly told others that he was being princess-carried by his sister, then it was likely his sister would be disgusted with him. It was precisely because of this that he could only revel in it alone for now.
Looking at Shinji, who was constantly squirming in her arms, Sakura frowned slightly. Finally, she raised her hand and spanked Shinji on the butt.
"Behave!"
A crisp and somewhat loud sound rang out on the boy's butt. And this sound couldn't help but make the boy's cheeks blush. Feeling the pain on his butt, Shinji couldn't help but turn his face to the side. A strange pleasure flashed in his heart. I was spanked by my own, the world's cutest, sister...
This pain... he wished his butt was even more sensitive, so he could keenly sense the texture of his sister's palm and the force she had used. He also wondered if spanking him like this would make his sister's hand hurt. He really shouldn't have. Next time, he should give his sister an iron glove. This way, his sister should be able to hurt him while her own palm wouldn't feel any pain.
"Okay, I'll be good, my world's-cutest-sister~"
Although Sakura's face was currently wearing a mask, Shinji could, relying solely on his own memory, completely restore the face beneath that mask. He wouldn't be wrong by a single hair. If he couldn't even remember his own sister's appearance, then he would be too much of a failure as a big brother!
The departing mercenary vehicle was stopped by the police. After all, the temperament of these mercenaries had a certain dangerous feel to it. The fact that they hadn't been stopped before was a bit strange. It was likely that they hadn't been stopped before because they were worried they would take someone hostage. Clearly, these mercenaries had also discovered that a few police cars seemed to have been following them ever since they had left the city.
They had not yet reached a safe location. At this time, they could not take the weapons out of their car, nor could they directly use a rocket launcher to blast the vehicles following them.
This sense of frustration made the few people in the car purse their lips slightly. But as mercenaries, they couldn't lose their heads. Those who lost their heads had long since died on missions on the battlefield. Those who could survive were all those who knew how to be flexible.
What's the big deal about acting subservient once in a while? Surviving is what matters. Just think of that King Goujian of Yue from the distant East. How many seemingly humiliating things did he do just to survive?
And so, the woman in the car quickly adjusted her expression, re-checked her disguise, and only then stopped the car. In fact, to make their identities even more real, this car even had a bit of the unique smell of leather and the faint smell of sweat from a boxing club.
After the inspector smelled this, he couldn't help but frown. At the same time, he also felt a bit more at ease in his heart. This smell was either from a boxing club or some gym. As for why it wasn't soccer, rugby, or basketball, it was entirely because there was no smell of foot odor.
To put it in a more "2D" way, the smell of "hot-bloodedness" is different from other smells.
"What's wrong, officer? I swear, we're just a boxing club on an outing. Is there something wrong on our end?"
The driver handed all the documents in his hand to the officer before him. This was, of course, a real document. It was just that as for the original owner of this document, whether they were still alive was an unknown. After all, the Holy Grail War was such a big deal that it could realize one's wishes. To entrust a commission related to this big event to the team before them meant that this team was sufficiently meticulous.
From the club's ID to everyone's ID, they were all forged using special electronic technology. As for the owners of the IDs... there's no need to say more. Of the mercenaries standing here, which one was an easy opponent? Which one was a soft-hearted existence? Only by being ruthless enough could they stand in this position today.
To leave no flaws was the principle of their mercenary group.
This investigator looked at the vehicle, then at the documents in his hand, and raised an eyebrow. If it were a normal day, he might have chosen to just let it go. But this time, he didn't know what was going on. His superiors had given him instructions to strictly inspect all outgoing vehicles. So this time, he could only check a little more carefully.
"I'm very sorry. This is an order from my superiors. Please allow me to conduct a more detailed inspection of your vehicle."