“Derek? How did you get in? Didn’t I lock the door?”
Seeing the handsome face behind her in the mirror, Private Angel could not help but feel a little surprised.
Derek bit down on Private Angel’s snow-white earlobe, whispering close to her ear:
“Oh, my dear Angel, what you should be concerned about right now is not how I got in, but what I came in to do.”
A tingling, electric sensation rippled from her earlobe, and a flush instantly crawled from Private Angel’s neck up to her ears and pretty face.
Private Angel’s alluring eyes grew hazy, and her tone became muddled: “Then… then what did you little rascal come here to do?”
“Mm, to fuck!”
Fine strands of Purple Electricity sparked from Derek’s right hand, penetrating deep behind enemy lines!
“Ah? Oh~”
Private Angel tightly covered her red lips to stifle an involuntary gasp.
Derek grinned, scooped up Private Angel with one arm, and walked toward the large bed behind him.
The purple lightning lit up Private Angel’s room for a full two hours…
Two hours later, the purple lightning inside the room gradually dimmed.
In the room, two figures lay and leaned against each other on the bed.
At this moment, Private Angel didn’t even have the strength to get up, her face wearing a weak yet satisfied smile:
“Derek, you’re coming up with more and more tricks. That python-like wrapping sensation turned into electricity almost drove me crazy just now!”
“What, doesn’t Angel like it? If you don’t like it, I won’t use this move next time~”
Leaning against the head of the bed, exposing his sculpted upper body, Derek raised an eyebrow slightly, a mischievous smile curling the corner of his mouth.
“Oh no, I… I like it~”
Even though she was nearly a hundred years old, Private Angel, whose physical state remained frozen at the moment of her V1 injection, was still somewhat shy.
After all, such thrilling play was something even she, battle-hardened as she was, had never experienced before.
“Hehe, I knew you little slut would love it~”
Derek smiled wickedly and reached out to give a pinch.
“You little rascal, you’re truly rotten to the core!”
Private Angel rolled her eyes at Derek, but didn’t mind his flippant action; instead, she puffed out her assets to make it more convenient for him. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Continuing with one hand, Derek picked up a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand with the other.
“Want one?”
Recovering a bit of strength, Private Angel crawled up from the bed, leaned her upper body against Derek’s chest, pulled two slim cigarettes from the pack, placed one in Derek’s mouth and the other in her own.
Snap—
Derek casually tossed the cigarette pack back onto the nightstand, snapped his fingers, and a flash of Purple Electricity appeared at his fingertips, lighting the cigarettes in both of their mouths respectively.
“Hoo—”
Leaning against each other, both took a deep drag, letting the smoke hit their lungs before exhaling.
“A post-coital cigarette beats being an immortal celestial~”
Derek sighed with emotion.
Private Angel, who had just enjoyed top-tier service, didn’t feel much about nicotine’s salvation.
After taking a puff, she casually extinguished the cigarette in her hand and said leisurely: “What’s a post-coital cigarette? An iced Americano afterwards, now that’s top-tier enjoyment~”
Snap—
Hearing this, Derek frowned, raised his hand, and gave Private Angel’s buttocks a hard smack: “Did you forget the rules I set in Osborn Manor?”
Private Angel clutched her butt, looking wronged: “I was just talking! Of course I haven’t forgotten the rules. I know no one is allowed to have an iced Americano inside Osborn Manor, or they get kicked out immediately!”
“Ever since you recruited me into Osborn Manor, I haven’t touched that stuff again!”
Hearing this, Derek nodded in satisfaction and smiled: “Mmm, I don’t care about your past, but once you enter Osborn Manor, you’re my person. You have to follow my rules, or else you’ll only be leaving horizontally…”
Seeing Derek’s temperatureless smile, Private Angel couldn’t help but shudder slightly.
She knew very well that although this man, who looked almost identical to a young Soldier Boy, appeared young, his mind and methods were anything but young; instead, they were seasoned and ruthless!
Even more ruthless than Soldier Boy himself, who loved bullying his teammates!
Therefore, she certainly didn’t want to test whether what Derek said was serious…
Looking at Private Angel, whose eyes harbored fear toward him, Derek’s smile widened:
“Rest assured, as long as you obediently listen, Osborn Manor will be your best sanctuary, protecting you from being hunted down by Stormfront…”
“After all, you wouldn’t want to lose my protection and fall back into the predicament of being hunted by Stormfront, right?”
Derek’s words reminded her of the dark days when she was hunted by that damn Nazi woman.
Private Angel hugged Derek’s arm tightly, looking up at him with a pitiful expression: “I… I’ll listen to you, please don’t kick me out of Osborn Manor, okay?”
As she spoke, Private Angel intentionally rubbed against Derek with her indescribable assets.
The flames that had just extinguished in Derek’s eyes ignited once again.
“Looks like there’s going to be overtime today!”
…
Another two hours later, Derek finally walked out of Private Angel’s room.
As for Private Angel herself, she had already fallen fast asleep in the room.
Glancing at the sky that was growing dark, Derek rubbed his ravenous stomach after the workout: “It’s already this late, let’s go get some food first~”
Sporting a refreshed look, Derek walked all the way toward the manor’s dining room.
Along the way, the busy and passing young, beautiful maids in the manor greeted Derek one after another, secretly casting flirtatious glances at him.
But regarding this, Derek felt no fluctuation in his heart.
It wasn’t because these maids weren’t pretty enough or attractive enough.
In fact, to be able to enter Osborn Manor as a maid, it’s no exaggeration to say that their looks had to score at least 80 points or higher!
Quite a few were even at supermodel levels, and besides Black women, the maids in the manor included various ethnic backgrounds with different exotic charms.
It could be said that very few men could resist such temptation.
And there was only one reason why Derek wasn’t interested in them or hadn’t made a move.
That was they were simply too weak!
So weak that when he did it with them, he had to be extremely careful; otherwise, a moment of excessive force could disable or even kill them!
This point had already been mentioned in The Boys.
In fact, ordinary people having intimate relations with a Superhumans is a very dangerous thing for ordinary people!
With Derek’s physique inherited from Soldier Boy, these ordinary-person maids were no different from fragile porcelain dolls!
Doing it with them couldn’t satisfy Derek at all!
Only a Superhumans like Private Angel, who likewise possessed a powerful physique and healing superpowers, could let Derek have a thoroughly satisfying time!