The Otherworld Card Collector

"At this point, you're still teasing me with something that even children wouldn't believe?"

"Look, to tell you the truth, you don't believe it."

Shirou Matou's mouth curled up slightly, which was within his expectations.

"Then just think of me as someone who can 'appeal to my feelings and reason with me.'"

Perfunctory.

But no matter how perfunctory he was, it couldn't change the fact that Shirou Matou was currently in his room and was suppressing himself.

Amemiya's eyes rolled around, thinking about various possibilities.

After thinking about it, there are too many possibilities, but no matter how many there are, none of them is a blood feud.

So she decided to show weakness first to figure out what was going on, so she spread her hands and forced a smile.

"I think there must be some misunderstanding between us."

"Misunderstand?"

Matou Shirou stepped on Amemiya's arm, causing her to scream but she ignored him, yet still responded.

"It's definitely not a misunderstanding that I'm being used as a drug tester and research material."

"Because you did it on purpose, Amamiya."

Shirou Matou continued to exert force with his left foot, and Amemiya felt that his arm was about to be broken by him!

This made her eyes widen, and she met Matou Shirou's gaze, watching him stare at her coldly as she spoke indifferently.

"And I also want to know how many lives you have. How dare you do this to me."

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Chapter 114: Amemiya, what did you paint on the holy sword? !

When Yu Gong heard this, his heart skipped a beat;

She was not a fool, so she naturally knew that Shirou Matou was here to hold her accountable.

Having said that, she really couldn't refute anything.

Because she actually did it!

Thinking of this, Amemiya did not regret it;

After all, although it is not natural for Shirou Matou to test the medicine on her, it is also beneficial to mankind.

Just think about it, if her medicine is successful, it will benefit so many impotent men.

Especially those high-ranking officials who are able to support one, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eighty lovers, and let them give birth to boys, tigers and phoenixes all day long. I wonder how many people will be added to our island country in a year?

Isn’t this definitely allowing adults to practice and solve the current problem of declining birth rates?

嗯；

That's it.

If possible, we will wait until these experiments are completed to see if there are any drugs that can stabilize multiple births that can be developed;

The O-removal drugs currently on the market only ensure pregnancy and increase the probability of multiple births. Sometimes, the increase is too much. For example, if you get pregnant with nine children at once, people who don’t know would think you are going to give birth to nine children, each one different.

But in fact, the human stomach is so small that it cannot hold nine babies. In the end, there is a high probability that the number of fetuses will be reduced to one to three.

The optimal solution is still two children, so that the pregnancy can be carried to full term, but the probability of premature birth will increase significantly with three children.

Hey, this is the time when I can come up with a drug that can stably produce doubles or triplets, and at the same time, I can sell the ointment I developed earlier to reduce stretch marks during pregnancy...

Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone? !

Pregnancy, awesome!

Giving birth is so refreshing!

Of course, the premise is that she doesn't have to bear the pain.

"But Kurokawa and the others can."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Amemiya's eyes.

Although I don't know why Kurokawa betrayed me, since he has already betrayed me, there is no need to show any mercy.

Now, as long as she can stabilize Shirou Matou and wait until those three old birds and Tendo Mako come back, then it will be time for her to counterattack!

quack quack!

So it’s okay to suffer a little humiliation now.

Amemiya was mentally prepared.

So she was able to look at Shirou Matou as calmly as possible, and then answered slowly.

“I feel like I’m doing something that’s good for society.”

"Whether it's for you or for society, you know it very well."

Shirou Matou knew at a glance that Amemiya was going to make excuses, but he was not in the habit of listening to people's excuses.

It would just make him feel like a waste of time.

So under Amemiya's puzzled gaze, Shirou Matou looked around.

At this moment, Amemiya subconsciously looked towards the door, but heard Kurokawa snort coldly.

"Don't even think about running away, Amamiya."

"With your short legs, who can you outrun?"

"Kurokawa, you son of a bitch, you shouldn't be so complacent as to get carried away like this."

Amemiya's face darkened.

She knew that what this bitch Kurokawa loved most was his talk and sharp tongue, but she never expected that this guy would touch upon one of her Achilles' heel as soon as he opened his mouth.

As we all know, short people generally don't like others discussing their height, just like fat people don't like others discussing their weight.

Fortunately, Amemiya is just short, not short and fat, otherwise Kurokawa would have been able to mock him even more.

But Kurokawa didn't seem afraid of Amemiya's threat at all, instead he nodded towards where Matou Shirou was.

"You should worry about yourself."

As he said this, Kurokawa leaned against the window, and his smile made Amemiya's eyes twitch in displeasure.

And Shirou Matou also found what he wanted.

An iron clothesline.

When Amemiya saw this, he immediately shuddered and asked meaningfully.

"Matou, you don't want to hit my drum, do you?"

"I'm not that kind of person."

Shirou Matou's answer made Amemiya feel relieved, but he was only half relieved. When he saw what Shirou Matou did next, Amemiya's eyes widened again.

"call!"

The alcohol lamp was lit.

This is a spare one that Amemiya keeps in his room for experiments.

But now, after it had been lighted, the head of the clothes-fork was placed on it, and it was baking.

In this situation, Amemiya widened his eyes and stared blankly at the head of the clothesline fork being gradually roasted red by the alcohol lamp.

She understood what it meant for the iron to turn red, and she swallowed hard.

"Whoosh!"

Shirou Matou blew out the alcohol lamp to prevent fire, and swung the red-headed clothesline, activating the unlimited fighting technique, making his movements look stretched yet powerful.

Then, under Amemiya's increasingly horrified gaze, Matou Shirou threw the red-headed clothesline in front of her.

The heat wave was so intense that even the cool air from the air conditioner couldn't completely eliminate it.

Feeling the red-headed clothesline that seemed to be cracking his skin, even Amemiya could no longer remain completely calm.

She quickly questioned.

"Matou, what are you doing!?"

"I told you, I'm not that kind of person."

Shirou Matou didn't know what he looked like in Amemiya's eyes, but he could now let Amemiya know who he had offended, so he spoke with a normal expression.

"My sword or this sword, you choose one."

"I, I choose..."

Amemiya cautiously tested Shirou Matou. She could tell from Shirou Matou's indifferent eyes that he was not joking.

If I choose the red-headed fork stick, Shirou Matou will definitely disfigure me immediately.

Still the ugliest burn disfigurement!

As a woman, she absolutely cannot allow such a thing.

Then Matou's holy sword...

Amemiya suddenly realized that he had no choice.

However, maybe you can simmer it a little longer until the fork tip turns red and then cools down...

After seeing Matou Shirou signaling Kurokawa to light the alcohol lamp again, she immediately stopped thinking and lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression before speaking.

"I choose your sword."

That's nothing!

As a researcher, it's okay to eat a little shame now and then.

Amemiya comforted himself in this way.

As long as she can wait until the old birds come back, she can release her suppressed anger and teach Shirou Matou, Kurokawa and others a lesson!

'Just wait, this day won't be long.'

Amemiya gritted his teeth, but when he raised his head, he smiled.

"But I'm still a virgin, so please be gentle when we do it later~"

Matou Shirou looked at Kurokawa,

"I don't know if she is a young girl or not."

Kurokawa spread his hands, LeBron James.

"But I certainly didn't see her personally doing anything like squeezing O."

"Ah."

Matou Shirou nodded, then looked at Amemiya who was trying hard to force a smile, and said without question.

"There's no need to move to another room. Let's execute him right here."

"it is good."

Amemiya nodded.

She has now completely started to act, or rather, knowing that things are impossible, she will just treat herself as a doll and let Matou Shirou vent his thoughts on her.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't suffer any disfiguring injuries or become disabled, it's okay to be played with for two days.

"When the three old birds come back, I will kill you all!"

Amemiya decided to endure the humiliation.

Shirou Matou didn't know what Amemiya was thinking, but he knew to avoid risks reasonably.

At this time, you must not treat Amemiya like you treat Otsuka, because if you want oral care, no one can guarantee that Amemiya will suddenly go crazy and say "good sister, kill me in one gulp".

Shirou Matou is certain that he has no regenerative ability.