"Zod…" Angel Yan hovered barely a few centimeters from his face, wearing an irresistibly alluring smile.
"I want… to link the fire."
The cinema was enormous, but thanks to the horror movie playing, only a handful of people had shown up. That was when Zod realized Angel Yan's attention had never been on the film in the first place.
He'd been played by this veteran seductress!
Zod hadn't expected to walk straight into the tiger's den; odds were he was about to be [DATA EXPUNGED].
A pale finger touched her lips. Angel Yan blew softly against Zod's neck, her expression carrying a trace of coyness. Her skill at teasing was unbelievably practiced. Embarrassing as it was to admit, Zod was definitely feeling something.
"I'm afraid of pain—be as gentle as you can." Not the least bit concerned how pathetic that sounded, Zod spread his arms and gave up all resistance.
"I'll cherish you properly." Angel Yan slowly lowered herself, the softness of her chest pressing down on Zod's and making it a little hard to breathe. Then she placed a brief kiss on his lips.
"Fair warning though: I'm not someone who's satisfied easily."
Heh, you probably have no idea what "Zod · One Fuck a Day, One Day a Fuck · Hiss" is truly capable of!
Angel Yan's hand brushed across Zod's chest, slid down to his stomach. Her pretty face was tinged with a blush, but that wicked smile was unmistakable. Sitting on his waist, she shifted her hips back just a little.
Wait—why are you so skilled at this?!
Zod couldn't hold back the mental exclamation.
"I secretly studied online, you know. It is my first time, after all. It would be terribly rude if I didn't know anything, right?"
Fair enough, she'd done her pre-exam review… no, this ought to be called cramming before the exam.
Zod tested the material in his hands. Mm, extremely malleable—it could assume all sorts of shapes. Circles, triangles, polygons, equilateral triangles, squares… Truly a wondrous material. As a materials science researcher, Zod very seriously analyzed its composition and properties.
Then, at her limit, Angel Yan shoved him down.
Zod snapped his fingers offhandedly, and an electromagnetic field enveloped them both…
By the time daylight was fading to dusk, any thought of temporarily dodging the fact of being ridden had evaporated. Every proposal, every stalling tactic was utterly meaningless. The friendly, harmonious proceedings had already commenced. Or, more plainly, Zod's belt had already been undone, and lying there, Zod had sincerely given up.
Truth be told, Esdeath liked playing this tune too. It was just couples' little games; Zod wouldn't refuse. In fact, it was rather fun.
Angel Yan put on a show of being seasoned, but her hands were trembling—nothing like Esdeath's clean, bold, and utterly uninhibited style.
The melon ripened and fell…
Afterward, Zod could only say that Angel Yan was one hell of a rider. Well, duh—she'd ridden a Kryptonian and a Doomsday; how could she not be incredible? Way more impressive than some dragon girl knight.
However, this knight's stamina wasn't the best. In the beginning, she was the one riding; later on, Zod became the one in the saddle. Before long, if Zod hadn't noticed that Angel Yan seemed a bit off, he might have sent her straight to heaven—the real heaven.
As mentioned earlier, Doomsday had boundless stamina, an urgent need to vent. Usually Zod kept it restrained, only releasing it when necessary. To put it simply, at times like this, Zod was like a male Claymore from the Claymore world whose yoki had surpassed the critical threshold—relentless pleasure made it impossible to hold back.
"Being too vigorous isn't necessarily good either," Zod lamented. He'd probably need a hundred figurine girls all at once to avoid this problem. But that would be a colossal waste of time. A hundred figurine girls at once—even averaging half an hour each, that'd take several days.
…
Meanwhile, in space, Esdeath was in the middle of conquering a planet when a woman clad in a red-and-gold uniform came falling from the sky.
Captain Marvel—Carol Danvers!
Originally a U.S. Air Force pilot, she later became an Air Force intelligence agent. An accident caused an alien device, the "Soul Catheter," to explode, trapping Danvers inside. The explosion fused her genes with those of Mar-Vell, granting her superhuman powers. She became Ms. Marvel, and after Mar-Vell's death, assumed the mantle of Captain Marvel.
A stunning blonde—clearly not the Brie Larson from the movie universe.
"Kryptonians, you've already invaded far too many places. This ends here!"
Danvers shot toward a Grey Knight and smashed her fist into him. The immense force shattered uselessly against the Adamantium coating, and while the Adamantium did transmit the kinetic energy, the second layer of Vibranium coating absorbed it entirely. The feedback from that punch astonished Danvers; if she couldn't absorb energy herself, the recoil probably would have hurt her hand. The Grey Knight didn't budge, instead leveling his Gauss machine gun at her.
Deadly electromagnetic rounds sprayed out. Danvers completely ignored them; all the energy they carried was instantly absorbed. Photon energy gathered in her hands, then roared forward and struck the Grey Knight.
To Danvers's shock, the photon energy—so unstoppable until now—met the Grey Knight and simply parted around him like a torrent around a boulder. He advanced, unwavering!
The Grey Knight didn't keep using the Gauss gun, since it seemed to do limited harm to Danvers. He drew a mini nuke. Though called "mini," its explosive power was arguably even more absurd than a real nuclear warhead; only the blast radius had been strictly reduced.
Danvers didn't dodge. The mini nuke struck her directly.
BOOM!
The explosion's radiation, flames, shockwave, and searing heat swirled into Danvers like a vortex, every last bit absorbed. Her whole body blazed with light, and she immediately struck the Grey Knight again. That colossal punch shook the planet's atmosphere, churned the clouds, and fractured the ground with its aftershock.
The Grey Knight, however, remained utterly unharmed—still unshakable. That said, the Grey Knight was taken aback. In all his time conquering planets, he'd never encountered an enemy this strong.
More Grey Knights rushed over, some firing plasma pistols that hurled ultra-high-temperature plasma at Danvers. Because these weapons were built with Vibranium, they could truly be called "loyal plasma guns that never overheat." After all, Vibranium doesn't conduct heat or kinetic energy—even when firing plasma at a million degrees, there was no risk of overheating or exploding.
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