"Hello, I'm Luke."
Luke withdrew his gaze from Emma, accepted the gift box, and nodded.
First Yulinka, and now Emma. One could only say that the world was truly small.
Emma was born with an antisocial personality. She lacked the rich emotions of ordinary people and would use any means necessary to get what she wanted, eliminating all potential threats.
Although she wasn't as calculating as Yulinka, and her intelligence was only at the level of a young child, she was exceptionally skilled at disguising herself.
She could kill without emotion and frame others for it—even if that person was her own father.
As long as someone posed even the slightest threat to her, Emma would strike mercilessly and go straight for the kill.
Without a doubt, she was a born Bad Seed.
Because of this, she, Yulinka, and Esther from Orphan were collectively known as the Three Great Dark Lolis.
Luke remembered her vividly, mainly because she grew up to be extremely beautiful.
"David, didn't you know there was a battle nearby last night?"
Luke genuinely couldn't understand what David was thinking, moving so close to this place.
David gave a wry smile. "My daughter wanted to come here. She wanted to see the big city."
See? She came to watch a fight, didn't she?
Luke strongly suspected that Emma had found her previous home too dull and had come to New York in search of something more exciting.
For example—slaughter.
"Even though there was fighting nearby, this place wasn't affected at all. I think it must be a location blessed by the gods."
David didn't seem worried about the danger at all. On the contrary, he was remarkably optimistic.
Seeing this, Luke said nothing more.
Respecting other people's choices also meant letting go of the urge to interfere.
He didn't have the time or energy to manage another man's life.
At that moment, David noticed several women inside Luke's house, and his smile stiffened instantly. "They are…?"
"They're my girlfriends. You understand," Luke said, raising an eyebrow.
David felt a bit uneasy. His new neighbor seemed somewhat improper.
However, when he noticed Yulinka, who appeared to be about the same age as Emma, that sense of unease quickly faded.
A family with such a cute little girl couldn't be too bad, right?
Emma also noticed Yulinka looking over curiously, and their gazes met in that instant.
Yulinka smiled at her—bright and adorable, seemingly without any sense of danger or defenses.
Emma forced out a perfectly practiced smile. To ordinary people, there was nothing unusual about it at all.
But Yulinka was not ordinary. From that single smile, she sensed that something was wrong with Emma.
But so what?
Yulinka blinked her innocent, naïve eyes, making it impossible for Emma to detect anything unusual about her in return.
Emma thought to herself, This girl looks very easy to fool.
After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Luke said goodbye to David and Emma.
He watched them return to the house next door before withdrawing his gaze.
Interesting. Emma was here. Would Esther show up too?
Given Esther's appearance… probably not.
After a quick tidy-up, Jenny took Yulinka to the nearby public elementary school.
Luke, Maria, and Madison headed to the city's public high school.
Veronica continued her research into magic.
As for Darcy, her three days of leave were up, so she could only drag her suitcase off to find Jane Foster…
"The resemblance—it's uncanny!"
"Yeah! I didn't expect Luke to look eighty percent like New York's Thor. It's unbelievable!"
As Luke walked into the classroom, he saw a group of students huddled together, whispering.
Even Peter Parker and Harry were discussing something.
When Luke entered, many people turned to look at him with strange expressions.
Madison held onto Luke's arm and chuckled. "Looks like they've started guessing that you're 'Thor.'"
Luke simply smiled and said nothing.
Saying it outright, the way Tony Stark would, might have been satisfying—but there was no need.
Peter Parker leaned over at that moment and whispered, "Luke, you're not actually Thor, are you?"
Luke answered with a question of his own. "What do you think?"
Peter Parker shook his head. "I don't think so. How could Thor possibly go to school with ordinary people like us? That would be way too exaggerated."
As he spoke, there was a trace of longing in Peter's eyes.
"Superpowers… I really wish I had superpowers too. Flying high above New York—that would be so cool!"
You will. If things follow the normal course, you definitely will be able to "fly around"—or rather, swing around.
Luke thought to himself.
In this world, Luke couldn't predict Peter Parker's future.
Maybe he would become Spider-Man. Maybe the Lizard. Or maybe he would just remain an ordinary person. Who knew?
Luke wasn't particularly interested in finding out either. His relationship with Peter was fairly ordinary.
Nor did he feel any need to fawn over so-called original protagonists.
Everything should be allowed to develop naturally.
Aside from his intimate moments with Madison, Luke would also go up to the rooftop with Maria to play Airam's little games.
Having a body with dual personalities brought a rather unique experience during those times.
Different personalities and different styles meant the pleasure was far greater than a simple one plus one.
Right now, Luke had Maria pinned against the low wall at the edge of the rooftop. She was in Airam's mode—bold, hungry, demanding—hips grinding back and dryhumping against him with shameless greed.
"Oh, Maria, you seem so eager today. Where did your shyness go?"
Airam looked over her shoulder, eyes glittering with that wicked edge Maria never allowed herself. "Don't tease," she growled, voice low and rough. "You know what I want."
"Heh~"
Luke's hand slid down the curve of her spine, fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings and peeling them down in one slow drag. The cool air hit her bare skin; she shivered, but pushed back harder, presenting herself.
He dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks wide with strong hands.
"W-What are you doing? Aaaahhh~~!" Even Airam was flustered now as the first touch of his tongue against her tight hole made her gasp—a sharp, filthy sound that echoed off the concrete.
Luke didn't ease in gently; he licked her with long, deliberate strokes, circling the rim, pressing the tip of his tongue inside just enough to make her squirm.
"Arggh~ H-Hey.. I-It's dirty..."
"You had P.E., right? Your sweaty ass tastes amazing~" He groaned against her, the taste and scent driving him half-mad, one hand reaching down to stroke himself in time with every wet swirl.
"But.. but.."
"Don't tell me you don't like this sensation~"
"Fuck.. I ahh~ I-I do..." Airam hissed, fingers scrabbling at the wall for purchase. Her back arched deeper, thighs trembling as he devoured her ass without mercy, tongue thrusting in and out, lips sucking greedily.
From the mirror, Maria—timid, sweet Maria—could see everything when the switch happened.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her mouth parted in shock as she watched Luke's face buried between her spread cheeks. His tongue was still moving, slow and thorough, lapping at her most private place like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
Luke stood, slicking himself with spit and the lube he'd pocketed earlier. "Haah.. now that it's fully lubricated..."
He pressed the head of his cock against her tight ring, slow but relentless. Maria's breath hitched; in the mirror her face twisted—half terror, half desperate need—as he pushed in.
"Arrg~~" Airam moaned while watching Maria in the mirror. Here, sister, enjoy~
Inch by inch he sank into her ass, groaning at the impossible heat gripping him. When he bottomed out, hips flush against her, he leaned over her back and whispered, "Look at yourself. Look how pretty you are taking my cock in your ass."
"Oh, fuck.. so tight." Luke felt the subtle shift in her body, the way her breathing changed from bold moans to sudden, stifled silence. The personality flip. Airam receded, and shy Maria took over.
She couldn't help it.
Her eyes locked on the mirror again. The sight—her own body bent over, leggings tangled at her thighs, Luke's muscular frame behind her, abs flexing with every tiny thrust—sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her.
A humiliated moan slipped out as he started to move, slow at first, then deeper, harder.
Every thrust forced a soft cry from her throat.
The mirror showed it all: her breasts bouncing under her thin top, face flushed dark red, tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering at the corners of her eyes while Luke fucked her ass with steady, punishing strokes.
Just as Luke was enjoying himself, his expression suddenly changed, and he glanced toward the rooftop door.
"Haah.." Maria noticed Luke's slowing motion and couldn't help but ask in a soft, breathless voice, "What is it?"
A strange smile curved Luke's lips. "A curious little kitten came to eavesdrop."
"Who?" Maria tensed instantly.
Hearing that someone might be nearby, her body stiffened with fear.
Luke narrowed his eyes slightly and hummed. "It's fine. Ignore her."
Maria could only whimper, nodding frantically, hips rocking back to meet him despite the burning shame.
"Good girl~"
You think I won't notice you? Smirking in his mind, Luke suddenly picked up Maria, still pumping hard inside her ass, and walked closer to the rooftop entrance.
"L-Luke! What are you.."
"Shh~"
Maria clamped her mouth shut, breathing heavily.
Outside the door, Mary Jane carefully leaned against it, eavesdropping on the sounds inside.
Earlier, she had seen the timid Maria call Luke away and had grown curious about what the two were going to do.
How did such a timid little quail dare to boldly pull away the most popular person in school?
And by coincidence, she had also discovered that the two of them had gone up to the rooftop.
They had been gone for almost half an hour.
Mary Jane really couldn't hold back anymore. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand what kind of chemical reaction could possibly happen between the most timid girl in school and the strongest guy in school.
And so, she came.
When she realized she couldn't hear anything, Mary Jane hesitated for a moment, then boldly pushed the door open a crack.
It was strange—the rooftop door wasn't locked.
Mary Jane didn't think much of it. She was simply too curious.
Just one look! I'll take one look and then leave!
That was what she told herself. But the moment she peeked through the gap, her breath caught in her throat.
The first thing she saw was Maria—sweet, blushing, always-hiding-behind-her-hair Maria—completely exposed and flushed crimson from collarbone to thighs.
Her leggings were bunched around her knees, pussy glistening and dripping openly, swollen lips twitching and begging while her asshole was being pounded. Her breasts bounced with every brutal thrust.
Mary Jane let out a startled sound and quickly covered her mouth.
H-how was that possible?!
How could they be so brazen?!
Was that really the most timid Maria?
That appearance… even Mikaela or Madison couldn't compare, could they?
Luke was holding Maria up effortlessly, one arm under her thighs, the other pinning her back to his chest, lifting and dropping her entire body onto his cock like she was weightless. His biceps and shoulders flexed with casual power each time he slammed her down.
It looked effortless—almost lazy—yet the pace was relentless.
And then… she saw it.
Luke's cock.
Luke Rowling, this was just too outrageous!
Thick, long, impossibly big—stretching Maria's tight ass to its limit, slick and shining as it disappeared inside her again and again.
Every time he lifted her, Mary Jane could see the full length: veined, heavy, glistening with lube and Maria's own wetness, easily thicker than her wrist and longer than anything she'd ever imagined possible.
Mary Jane had heard bits and pieces while chatting with her friends before, but she had never personally witnessed such a terrifying existence.
How could it be so big....
Could it be that Luke truly wasn't human?
Mary Jane wanted to leave, but her body felt weak and unsteady.
Just one more look—and after that, she would definitely go!
She bit her lip and leaned in closer, only to meet a pair of mocking eyes.
Mary Jane's heart lurched. This was bad!
"Our school's miss popular, Mary Jane, you wouldn't want people to find out that you're frequently subjected to domestic abuse, would you?"
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