“Dean?
How did you get in?
Didn’t I lock the door?” Private Angel froze when she saw that handsome face in the mirror behind her.
Dean bit down on her fair earlobe and spoke right against her ear.
“Oh, my dear Angel, the question you should be asking right now isn’t how I got in.
It’s what I’m here to do.” A sharp electric tingle shot from her earlobe.
A deep flush raced up her neck and painted her ears and face red.
Private Angel’s eyes went hazy and her voice turned thick.
“Then… then what are you here for, you little rascal?” “To do it, obviously.” Fine purple electricity sparked across Dean’s right hand as it slipped straight behind enemy lines.
“Ah?
Oh~” Private Angel clamped a hand over her mouth to kill the cry that tried to escape.
Dean grinned, scooped her up with one arm, and carried her straight to the big bed behind them.
He dropped her onto the mattress hard enough that the frame creaked.
Private Angel barely had time to bounce before he was on her, knees forcing her thighs wide, purple arcs already crawling over his bare skin like living veins.
He didn’t bother with the rest of her clothes.
One sharp flex of power and the fabric simply burned away in a clean line of ozone and heat, leaving her bare underneath him.
The first real touch was his cock, already thick, already leaking, dragging through her folds while residual voltage made every nerve ending jump.
“Damn—” she choked, hips jerking up on instinct.
Dean pushed in slow, letting her feel every inch stretch around him, and the second he bottomed out the electricity flared.
Not a full blast.
Just a controlled, pulsing current that ran straight from the base of his cock into her walls.
“Ah~~” Private Angel’s back arched clean off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream as the charge forced her cunt to clamp down hard.
He stayed buried and started moving in short, brutal strokes, each thrust timed with another low surge.
Sparks jumped from his hips to her inner thighs.
The air smelled like rain and sex.
Every time she tried to catch her breath he sent a sharper jolt through her clit, making her thighs shake and her heels dig into his lower back.
Halfway through he pulled out completely.
Private Angel made a broken sound of protest that died the second his body dissolved into pure violet energy.
The electricity didn’t leave.
It poured over her like liquid heat, coiling tight around her wrists, her ankles, her throat—then thicker bands wrapped her torso and thighs the way a python would constrict prey.
“Wha..” She was lifted off the mattress, suspended in mid-air by living current that held her open and helpless.
The energy concentrated between her legs, shaping itself into the same thick length that had just been inside her, only now it was pure voltage.
“Aaaahh~~~” It pushed back in without warning, filling her deeper than before while the outer coils squeezed in rhythm.
Every pulse of the “python” sent another wave of pleasure-pain straight through her core.
Private Angel came hard the first time with a raw cry, body seizing, juices running down the glowing coils.
Dean didn’t stop.
He kept the current riding her through the orgasm, forcing a second, then a third until she was sobbing and twitching in the air.
Only then did the energy solidify back into his body.
“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to dominate you in sex like this since I first saw you in your sexy costume.” He dropped them both onto the bed, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in from behind while his hands lit up again.
Fingers pressed to her clit and sent continuous micro-shocks that made her see white.
He fucked her like that until the sheets were soaked and her voice had gone hoarse.
When he finally came it was with a full-body discharge—purple lightning arcing across the room, the walls, the ceiling—while he stayed buried deep and flooded her.
Private Angel came one last time from the overload alone, collapsing face-first into the mattress.
Purple electricity lit up Private Angel’s room for a solid two hours… Two hours later the purple electricity in the room finally started to fade.
Two bodies lay on the bed, one reclining, one leaning.
Private Angel did not even have the strength to sit up.
A weak, satisfied smile sat on her face.
“Haah..
Dean, you’ve got so many new tricks.
That feeling of a python wrapping around me after you turned into pure electricity almost drove me insane just now.” “What, my dear Angel doesn’t like it?
If you don’t like it I won’t use that move next time~” Dean leaned against the headboard, upper body bare and sculpted, one eyebrow raised and a wicked little smile curling his mouth.
“Oh no, I… I like it~” Even at nearly a hundred years old, Private Angel’s body was still locked at the age she took V1.
She still managed to look a little shy.
Battle-hardened as she was, she had never been played with quite like that before.
“Hehe.
I knew you’d like it, you little slut~” Dean’s wicked smile widened and he gave her a firm squeeze.
“You rascal, you’re pure evil!” Private Angel rolled her eyes at him, but she did not pull away.
Instead she pushed her chest out to make it even easier for his hand.
Dean kept one hand busy and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand with the other.
“Want one?” Private Angel had recovered just enough strength to climb up.
She leaned her upper body against Dean’s chest, pulled two thin cigarettes from the pack, stuck one between his lips and one between her own.
Snap—!
Dean tossed the pack back onto the nightstand and snapped his fingers.
A tiny spark of purple electricity jumped from his fingertip and lit both cigarettes at once.
“Huu..” They leaned against each other, both taking a deep drag and letting the smoke fill their lungs before blowing it out.
“A cigarette after the deed is better than being an immortal~” Dean let out a satisfied sigh.
Private Angel, still riding the high of top-tier service, did not care much about the nicotine.
After one puff she casually snuffed her cigarette out and said in a lazy voice, “What’s a cigarette after the deed?
A magical iced Americano after the deed, that’s the real top-tier enjoyment~” Smack—!
Dean frowned, lifted his hand, and gave Private Angel’s ass a hard slap.
“Did you forget the rules I set for Osborn Manor?” Private Angel covered her butt, face full of fake grievance.
“I was just saying it.
Of course I didn’t forget the rules.
I know nobody is allowed to have an iced Americano inside Osborn Manor or they get kicked out on the spot!” “Ever since you brought me into Osborn Manor I haven’t touched that stuff again!” Dean nodded, satisfied, and smiled.
“Mm.
I don’t give a shit about your past.
But the second you step into Osborn Manor you become my person.
You follow my rules.
Otherwise the only way you leave is lying down…” Looking at that emotionless smile, Private Angel could not stop a full-body shudder.
She knew that even though this man looked almost exactly like a young Soldier Boy, his mind and methods were anything but young.
They were cold, seasoned, and ruthless as hell.
Even more ruthless than Soldier Boy himself, the guy who used to bully his own teammates for fun.
She had zero interest in testing whether Dean was joking.
Watching the fear flicker in her eyes only made Dean’s smile wider.
“Don’t worry.
As long as you behave and do what you’re told, Osborn Manor will be the best sanctuary you’ve ever had.
You’ll never have to worry about Stormfront hunting you down again…” “After all, you don’t want to lose my protection and go right back to getting chased by that Nazi bitch, do you?” Private Angel’s body trembled even harder.
Dean’s words dragged up every dark memory of the days when that damned Nazi woman had hunted her without mercy.
She wrapped both arms tightly around Dean’s arm and looked up at him with pure pitiful eyes.
“I… I’ll listen to you.
Please don’t kick me out of Osborn Manor, okay?” While she spoke she deliberately rubbed her body against him, grinding those soft, warm parts right along his skin.
The fire that had just died in Dean’s eyes roared back to life.
“Looks like we’re doing overtime today.” … Two hours later Dean finally walked out of Private Angel’s room.
Private Angel herself was already out cold, dead asleep on the bed.
He glanced at the sky, almost fully dark, and rubbed his stomach that was growling after all the exercise.
“Already this late.
Better go eat first~” Looking completely refreshed, Dean headed straight for the manor’s dining hall.
Along the way every young, beautiful maid working or passing by greeted him and threw him secret, flirty looks.
Dean felt nothing.
It was not because the maids were not pretty enough or hot enough.
Anyone who got hired as a maid in Osborn Manor had to score at least an eighty on pure looks.
Some of them were straight-up supermodel level.
The staff covered every ethnicity and every kind of charm.
Most men would have folded under that kind of temptation in a heartbeat.
The only reason Dean never touched them, never even considered it, was simple.
They were too weak.
So weak that if he ever fucked them he would have to hold back every single second.
One slip, one moment of using even a little real strength, and he would cripple them or kill them outright.
The Boys had already shown that truth.
A normal human having sex with a supe was playing with death.
With the body Dean inherited from Soldier Boy, those ordinary maids were no different from fragile porcelain dolls.
Fucking them could never satisfy him.
Only a supe like Private Angel, someone with a body just as strong and a healing factor to match, could let him go all out and actually enjoy himself.