The bed looked like a battlefield. Both Sebastian and Natasha were completely exhausted. Sebastian had come so many times that his urethra was irritated.
Natasha was still trembling even several minutes after they'd stopped.
"I expect you here at nine tomorrow. Here's an emergency key." He handed her a Hello Kitty keychain with a single key. "A friend gave it to me," he explained, a little sheepishly. "I open and close the shop myself, unless I need to be somewhere else," he added as he handed her a glass of water.
You'd think that after hours of sex, the woman would know how to behave. But no, she used the water to wet her naked body. Sebastian glanced at the bed, thinking he'd have to sleep on the couch for now. That wasn't going to dry anytime soon.
"Gulp!" She exaggerated the sound. She'd made a similar noise while swallowing his semen. "Am I—"
"Yes, you're hired," he said.
"The shop opens at nine," she pointed out, as if something didn't add up.
"So what? Is that too early for you?" Sebastian couldn't understand how a super-spy might not be used to waking up early.
"No, it's just…" She swallowed. "You said we'd do it before and after opening."
Sebastian's eye twitched. 'After all those hours, isn't this woman sore?' he wondered. Then again, with how wet she'd been, he could've shoved an entire rifle inside her and she'd have been fine.
"That… ahem." He searched for an excuse. But the sex had been too good for him to refuse. "That'll be for special occasions," he told her.
Sebastian got up to find a pair of pants. He was much bigger than Natasha, so they'd hang loosely on her. Still, that was better than leaving in her underwear.
"I like it when every day is a special occasion." She hugged him from behind, and he felt her nipples pressing against his back.
'God, give me strength,' he begged. 'Not that kind of strength,' he thought as he watched his cock grow hard again.
'Oh, here we go again,' he thought as he turned around to kiss Natasha.
"My abdomen hurts." They'd done it three more times before Natasha had to leave. She hadn't wanted to stay the night.
Natasha seemed impossible to tame. Not even Sebastian's hands could make her give up.
Those hands had been a gift he'd received when he arrived in this world as Sebastian White. They could do many things. But increase pleasure? That was new even to him.
He'd never fucked anyone in this life before. All the sex he'd ever had had been in his previous life. In this one, Natasha had been his first.
His hands possessed five abilities. Divine Insight: Understands the nature, workings, and potential of anything he touches. Divine Restoration: Restores objects and living organisms to their optimal condition.
Divine Enhancement: Perfects the properties of objects and living beings, even beyond their natural limits. Divine Creation: Creates extraordinary objects using materials and the knowledge he has acquired. And finally, Divine Copy: Gradually copies the abilities, talents, and powers of living beings through physical contact.
Thanks to those abilities, he'd managed to open a gun shop in New York. He could've chosen something else, really. Sebastian could've become a doctor; his hands could heal other people's wounds, too. Or a masseur. He could've seduced some rich woman and lived without a care in the world.
But his hands weren't the only thing he'd arrived in this world with.
[Today's sales: $3,200]
[Points earned: 320]
[Total points: 4,620]
A gun dealer system.
Yes, Sebastian had been blessed twice. Or three times, if you counted fucking Black Widow.
The system allowed him to earn points by selling guns in his little shop. He could exchange those points for more weapons or other items. There was even an arc reactor in there. It was just fucking expensive.
It also allowed him to buy weapon parts and blueprints. Although Sebastian almost never bought blueprints, he'd been a weapons engineer in his previous life. He wasn't lacking in imagination, and his hands could fill in the gaps his brain couldn't.
The two cheats complemented each other. With his hands, he could improve any weapon, which brought more attention to his shop. He could also repair guns, which was another matter entirely. Sometimes he bought weapons with missing parts and used them to create new ones.
"Ahhh." He yawned. "It's already nine at night. I need to make dinner." Sebastian walked into the kitchen.
He picked up a perfectly preserved frying pan. In his home, it was as though time never passed. After all, a touch of his hand was enough to repair anything. This pan was as good as new.
He cracked an egg into it. He didn't need oil or any other kind of grease. He'd improved the pan, too. He took out the egg, then browned some bacon and sausages.
As he cooked, he began thinking about Natasha.
SHIELD had reached the point of taking an interest in him. And he seemed to be quite a high priority for them. Natasha was an elite agent. The best of the best. If they'd sent her to watch him, it meant they considered him very important.
But it didn't matter much. Worst case, he'd lock himself inside his shop and never leave until he died.
That was one of the system's functions. His shop was a place where no one could harm him. He ruled there like a god. If he didn't want someone to enter, they never could, no matter how hard they tried.
SHIELD didn't worry him. In the end, it was just a human organization. If they fucked with him too much, he could join another group willing to back him. With his abilities, he'd be sought after all over the world.
Though he'd rather not do that. It would require him to be far too active.
An agreement with SHIELD would be fine. He had no problem selling them weapons, as long as they paid a fair price. In fact, that would be the best possible outcome.
'Should I blow Natasha's cover?' he wondered.
He decided not to. Who knew? If she found out she'd been exposed, she might decide never to fuck him again.
He piled everything onto a single plate: eggs, bacon, and sausages. He began eating, and the flavor still surprised him. Even something this simple tasted delicious to him. That was why he didn't bother preparing more elaborate meals.
'Natasha left and wouldn't let me take her home… Come to think of it, does Natasha even have a home?' The thought was far too sad for him. 'I just hope they don't make things difficult for her. That little rat who tried to get in should be in the hospital by now.'
'Tomorrow's her first day on the job. I hope she doesn't want to do it again. My body's going to give out at this rate.' Despite those thoughts, the truth was that he felt stronger.
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