[X-Men] Otaku Goddess

Two o'clock in the morning, USA, DC.

Game halls and bars are brightly lit all night long, and people immersed in sensual pleasure don't care what the day and night are like, they just care about being drunk and dreaming.

Sleepless tonight.

When the lights fell, a young man standing in front of the "Pac-Man" machine touched his pocket and punched the machine in frustration: "Damn it, tonight's game coins are spent so quickly."

The music of the game restart came from beside him, and he couldn't help squinting at the past—the silver-haired man wearing a black peaked cap had been playing for three hours and hadn't changed the game currency.

so rich.

The young man punched the machine again, and walked out of the game hall in dismay.

Little did he know that when he went out with his front foot, the silver-haired boy disappeared beside the Pac-Man machine with his back foot.

When the benefactor leaves, he has no coins to throw in to play.

Pietro Django Maximoff curled his lips and took off his peaked cap, revealing the goggles on his silver hair.

This man is so poor.

He dodges out of the store and gallops in the middle of the street. There are still many vehicles in the middle of the night, and none of them can hit him.

too slow.

He was so bored tonight, he lazily stopped and looked in the window every time he passed by, the driver's seat was filled with fat uncles with big bellies, politicians, businessmen or entrepreneurs, and there was a girl in the back seat.

When you get tired of looking at it, change the direction, walk quickly and effortlessly on the vertical wall, climb all the way, and reach the top of the building as if you want to embrace the golden moon.

like ghosts.

Pietro walked through the streets and alleys for a long time, but he didn't find any fun. Apart from the delicious cheese sticks in the supermarket, there was nothing else that could arouse his interest.

Boring America.

He stretched himself and planned to go home.

If you don't glance at it out of the corner of your eye, there will be a little red under it.

It was a woman with blond hair and blue eyes in a little red dress, with a small bag in her hand, drunk, staggered out of the bar, but moved quickly, and slipped into the alley around the corner like a cat.

Not long after, two men came out of the bar, looked left and right as if looking for someone, but hurried away in the opposite direction.

Pietro became curious, plummeted from the wall of the building, and flashed into the alley to find the woman.

Find it right away, sit on the ground, and it doesn't look dirty.

At first glance, I saw that her chest was full and white, and the skirt tied her chest, extruding a deep groove.

Her face was as pretty as a young girl's, but her body was already feminine enough that people couldn't look away when they looked at her.

There is a word, what is it called.

Oh, you. things.

All kinds of Persian cats.

Pietro stopped beside her involuntarily.

Haili panted against the wall, and felt someone approaching suddenly beside her, and her female intuition told her that it was a man, who seemed...pure and harmless.

"Hey." The man uttered a single voice.

Haili wanted to laugh a little: he really is a little boy who picks up and hooks up, stays up in the middle of the night, and comes out to pick up girls.

"Do you know the consequences of lying on the street dressed like this?"

Hearing this sentence, she really closed her eyes and laughed: "Running wildly at midnight, you are not a good bird anyway."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt her back tightening, and she was hugged horizontally by this man.

"You're wrong, cat." The silver-haired young man pulled out a toothless smile. When he smiled, he was as cute as a little boy. "I'm going to take you home now."

Hailey was finally willing to open a slit to take a closer look at him--the silver-rimmed goggles looked cool.

She looked at it provocatively, and hooked her fingers around the collar of his black jacket: "If you really want to give alms, take me to your house."

"Dare you?" She smiled on her back, as if seductive.

Ask him if he dares.

Pietro showed his white teeth and smiled brightly.

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basement.

Posters posted to the top of the walls, bicycles, cartons of glass bottles of soda, several televisions and mountains of potato chips and biscuits next to the televisions, and even a video game console.

The room was far messier than described, but Haili could tell what kind of room it belonged to even though she was dizzy.

"An otaku who plays games all day long, huh?" Her red lips curled up, and she stretched out her finger to poke the face of the person who was supporting her.

The silver-haired youth evaporated in an instant, and Hai Li fell down on the sofa, her head becoming more and more dizzy.

"Where are people?" She pressed her temples and whispered, like a cat meowing to convey the discomfort of drinking too much.

Pietro leaned on the opposite TV, staring at her for a moment, covering half of his face that was poked by her.

Haili is very casual, treating this place as her own home, slowly crawling along the sofa, touching his only tidy bed, and lying down.

"Don't lie on my bed, your clothes just stained the floor!"

But he was already lying down, and he was still grabbing his quilt and wrapping it around his waist.

Pietro looked at the woman lying on his bed, not knowing what to do for a while, so he came over and sat on the sofa with his knees on his hands.

The woman was quiet for a moment, then suddenly buried her face in his pillow and rubbed it vigorously, Pietro clearly saw the conspicuous lipstick on it.

Hai Li felt that her head was empty, and the pillow disappeared in an instant. The silver-haired man stood by the bed, his eyes widened, and accused: "How can you make my pillow look like this!"

The Persian cat squinted at him. The light and the drunkenness made her unable to see his appearance clearly. She barely supported her upper body with her hands. She was on the verge of falling, and hiccupped with a smile: "If it's dirty, throw it away."

She was talking, but in the end she couldn't hold on anymore, her hand slipped and turned into a soft fish that entered the water, about to fall under the bed.

She knew she wouldn't fall - a woman's instinct.

Therefore, when she fell into the arms of the otaku, she immediately coiled up like a snake, her white and moist arms pressed against the skin of his neck, and her red lips seemed to be attracted, and moved closer to his face.

The next second Hailey fell to the floor.If it wasn't for leaning sideways, I'm afraid the face of relying on eating would be blurred.

Where is his shadow?

"Strange..." The nerves paralyzed by alcohol were stimulated by a slight pain, which made Haili awake for a moment, and looked around with a blushing face. "It's an illusion. It's disgusting."

She fumbled in her clutch bag, took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit it, brought the cigarette holder to her lips and took a deep breath.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Pietro, who went out to wash his face and came back, was almost crazy, "Don't smoke in my bedroom!"

He quickly leaned over to Hai Li, and she spit out a puff of smoke unexpectedly, and the white mist mixed with the inexplicable smell of women's perfume sprayed his face.

"God." Pietro coughed, put his hands on the edge of the bed, and held Haili in front of him, "It's so choking...I have to throw you out."

"Is there any wine?" Haili asked herself as if she didn't hear him at all.

Not getting an answer from the otaku, she threw the cigarette back and was about to get up.

Arms were seized.

Pietro's right hand held most of the cigarette he had just leaned forward to catch, and his left hand picked up Haili, his cheeks puffed up with anger: "Sleep on the street tonight, miss."

Hai Li frowned: "It hurts." Trying to take her arm back from him, she lost strength to the man, so she simply brushed her long hair behind her head and winked at him, "You brought me back, and you want me back Throw it away, immoral."

The blond hair that was gathered together spread out again, exuding a faint scent of perfume.

"If I knew you were a troublemaker before then, I wouldn't have brought you back."

"Troublesome?" Hai Li stretched out her smile, as if hearing an excellent compliment, "I like this title."

She was very drunk, and she wobbled when she stood up, her chest wrapped in a tight red skirt was squeezed, and she was about to come out, with a sweet and seductive smile, "Little friend, I will bother you all night, obedient children will be rewarded."

She suddenly closed her eyes again, frowned, and sniffed the air with her nose, as if she smelled something unpleasant to her: "I want to take a bath, now."

As she spoke, she kicked off her high heels, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and finally began to take off her skirt in a hurry.

Pietro held her hand that was about to unzip the waist of her skirt.

"Want to help me?" Instead of being angry, Hai Li extended an invitation to him.

"Who would have thought." Pietro felt that this woman was challenging his limits of endurance, grabbed the towel and pushed her, "The bathroom is up there, please be gentle so as not to wake up my family."

"Don't worry, you can go with me." Haili spread her hands.

Her nails are painted with red nail polish and glittery sequins.

Pietro didn't move, her hands remained in the air.

"Why?" The otaku couldn't help asking.

"Clothes." Hai Li's big eyes began to hook his soul again, "Or, you prefer that I don't wear anything."

After speaking, a T-shirt immediately fell on his hand.

Hayley is satisfied.

After taking a bath, Haili got rid of the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, exuding the faint scent of shower gel and mint smell——she found mouthwash in the bathroom, and used it without hesitation.

She was wearing Pietro's long white T-shirt, the hem of which covered her hips, and she was talking naked, leaving wet watermarks on the floor.

No T-shirt can hide her curves—thankfully she remembers to wear underwear.

After taking a bath, Haili's head became clearer, but the laziness around her still lingered.Sitting on Pietro's bed, seeing him standing in front of the machine playing games without even looking at me, I felt a little annoyed for some reason.

"Didn't your mother tell you, don't take women to bed casually, and you can't ignore them if you bring them?"

"You climbed up by yourself, not me." Pietro's pupils were still filled with colorful and jumping bean patterns.

"I don't care, come here." Haili was obviously angry, and her tone was much stronger, "Facing women who are so indifferent, are you still a man?"

The silver-haired otaku turned his head and widened his eyes.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Hai Li patted the edge of the bed vigorously, "Come here!" She simply yelled willfully, like an ignorant little girl.

"Peter!" Pietro's mother complained muffled from the upstairs bedroom, "Please calm down a little late at night!"

Pietro flashed to Hailey and covered her mouth with his hand: "Stop yelling!"

But the Persian cat in front of him smiled slyly.

It was too late when Pietro realized what she was going to do—she pulled his hand away and brought her face close to him, her eyes dim green, and she took his lips.

When the tip of her little tongue stuck out against him, Pietro—a mutant who will be called "Quick Silver" in the future, a nerd with no relationship history for more than [-] years—had a "bang" and a piece of his brain broke.

"A reward for you, kid." Hailey mumbled as she kissed him.

Pietro thinks that he has been living in an accelerated world since he awakened from his abilities, but now... time is so slow that it is breathless.

God.

He felt as if he was going to die soon.

But he couldn't help but stick out his tongue out of curiosity and licked it.

So sweet.