American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 343 Allen's Confession Balloon

woo woo woo...

Violet hid in the bathtub and cried, letting the water from the showerhead patter against her body.

It's as if you're trying to wash away the filth from your body and the unbearable memories.

"Violet, I will protect you."

Tate clenched his fists, feeling utterly humiliated as he watched his beloved goddess suffer such humiliation while he was powerless to do anything about it.

He slowly loosened his fist, wanting to reach out and hug Violet to ease her feelings.

"Get out of here."

Violet's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes made no attempt to hide her disgust.

She knew all about Tate's messy affair with her mother, but since they lived under the same roof, there were many things she couldn't say openly. Moreover, she had her own scheming ways and had been taking advantage of the sycophantic Tate.

His performance this time left Violet feeling utterly disappointed.

Tate was caught off guard and didn't know what to do when the goddess scolded him.

At the same time, Uncle Ben was furious and sought revenge on Allen. He could not swallow his anger at how his daughter had been humiliated.

Bang!

They kicked open the door.

Allen shouted and performed contorted performance art on the bed in the master bedroom.

The first homeowner, Bella, was so frightened that she huddled in the corner.

"Damn it, I'll make you pay."

Uncle Ban angrily stepped forward, about to throw a punch.

Allen sprang to his feet, maintaining his Terminator-like kneeling posture and a wicked expression, reached for a roll of tape, and asked, "Have you ever experienced a confession balloon?"

"..."

Uncle Ban was taken aback, truly unable to guess the purpose of the tape.

Actually, when Allen saw Uncle Ban in his black latex suit, he already had a very good idea, so when he asked Violet to come, he also found a roll of tape on the second floor.

Chi!

Allen pulled out a piece of tape, his eyes filled with evil and malice.

"What are you going to do?"

Uncle Ban instinctively took a few steps back, as if trying to escape from the master bedroom.

Jie Jie Jie...

However, Allen pounced and pinned him to the ground, duct tape tightly wrapping around the gap in the latex suit around his neck, followed by his limbs.

"Stop it, I won't scare you anymore, please stop."

Unmoved by Uncle Ben's pleas, Allen turned to Bella and said, "Help me hold her down, or I'll shove you down in the toilet."

Bella, at a loss, had no choice but to obediently comply.

After all, his brain was blown off by a single shot, leaving him with a severely compromised IQ.

Allen bit through the tape with his teeth, sealing the openings in his lamellar suit around his neck, one arm, and both legs.

Next, they did something completely unexpected.

what…

Allen took a deep breath and blew air into his latex suit.

That's right, it's like blowing up a balloon, constantly inflating it with air.

Due to the gel coat's sealing properties and superior elasticity, it is bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stop bragging, I've gotten bigger."

Uncle Ban stared in horror at the ever-increasing latex suit, feeling like a balloon, but struggling to break free from the other's control.

Allen, his face flushed, blew for a full five minutes straight with his terrifying lung capacity, veins bulging on his forehead, his body trembling slightly, stubbornly continuing to blow air in.

Bella withdrew her hand, fearing it would burst like a balloon, and hid under the bed, covering her eyes like an ostrich.

"Mission accomplished!"

Allen looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, pinching Uncle Ban's wrist cuff with one hand and picking up the tape with the other to seal it up again.

Finally, the human-shaped balloon was completed.

In fact, Uncle Ban knew about his wife Vivian's affair, which is why he always wore a black latex suit, deliberately hinting at it at all times, making her feel guilty, and thus making Vivian obedient.

Each member of the family had their own agenda, and none of them were easy to deal with.

The problem is that he's up against Allen, who's a force to be reckoned with by gods and demons alike.

At this moment, Uncle Ban's limbs were stiff and bound as if restrained because of the bulging of his latex suit. He could only watch helplessly as Allen raised his foot and kicked it around the room like a football.

"Please, let the gas out."

If they are the undead, then the creature before them is a living demon.

He even plays with ghosts.

"Ban, I'm here to save you."

"No…"

At that moment, Vivian pushed open the door and entered, holding a fruit knife.

Just then, Uncle Ban yanked back towards the door and saw that the tip of the knife in his wife's hand was pointed at him.

puff…

The sharp tip of the knife pierced the bulging leather jacket slightly, and instantly, like a deflated balloon, it flew uncontrollably backward.

bang bang bang...

Ahhh! ! !

In the master bedroom, Uncle Ban, looking utterly hopeless, let his dejection overwhelm him, and wandered aimlessly around the room.

Allen looked around, trying to follow Uncle Ban's flight path.

It continued until it deflated completely and fell to the floor.

"Yay, let's play again!"

"No...!"

……

The next day.

Bruce woke up early in the morning, rubbing his forehead.

I suddenly felt aches and pains in my lower back and back. It was because the floor was too hard. I was used to the soft Simmons mattress, so I naturally felt like my whole body was falling apart.

"You're awake. I've already prepared breakfast."

A maid, busy in the open kitchen, points to the milk and sandwiches on the table.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked warily.

In his eyes, the red-haired maid had an exceptionally hot and alluring figure, but the thought of a haunted house made him wonder if she was even human.

"I am Moira, the maid of this house. The employer, Nora, asked me to take care of your daily chores."

Moira walked over gracefully, handed Bruce a jar of jam, and thoughtfully unscrewed the cap for him. Inadvertently, some jam got on her fingers, and she unabashedly put them in her mouth and started sucking on them, her eyes gazing at him with a seductive charm the whole time.

Young and impetuous Bruce could not resist such temptation, and he immediately felt his mouth dry and his heart racing.

"This is a haunted house, aren't you scared?"

Bruce deliberately changed the subject to cover up his hormonal surge.

"I only come here to work during the day, and I don't live here at night."

Moira lightly bit her nails, her demeanor exuding maturity, sexiness, and languor, her provocative intent undisguised.

Good morning, Lusi.

After a whole night of fussing, Allen hurriedly went downstairs to greet Bruce.

"Please call me by my full name, Bruce."

If no one else is present, Bruce doesn't mind Allen's casual way of addressing him, but he naturally wants to make a good impression in front of a beautiful woman.

"Okay, let's get started."

Allen turned to Moira and asked curiously, "Auntie, who are you?"

Mother?

Bruce was completely bewildered. Moira was clearly in her early thirties, a mature age, and had no connection whatsoever with an old lady.

But then I thought about it again. Allen is mentally unstable and his words are completely illogical, so naturally they have no credibility whatsoever.

"Moira".

Moira responded indifferently, then walked gracefully towards the stairs, giving Bruce a meaningful look.

In fact, in Allen's eyes, Moira really looked like an old woman, and his mage passive skill could see through illusions.

Therefore, Moira immediately turned cold and was unwilling to have much contact with Allen on the first floor.

Unfortunately, Bruce couldn't see through the illusion and remained convinced that he was seeing a sexy maid.

"I'm stuffed."

After saying that, Bruce couldn't wait to catch up to the second floor.

It seems that hormones are suppressing reason and causing people to give up the ability to think.

"You're lying through your teeth; you clearly didn't eat a single bite."

Allen picked up the sandwich from the plate and ate it with relish, recalling, "The maid Moira, isn't that the old ghost lady who liked to seduce the male master in the first season of American Horror Story?"

She seduced the male homeowner.

Keywords trigger an IQ switch.

"I can't let a guy like me make the mistake of having an affair with an old lady."

Allen immediately realized the problem. Just as he stood up to organize the conversation, a sly expression appeared on his face: "Wouldn't it be more interesting if we exposed each other halfway through our intimate moment?"

(End of this chapter)