People with superpowers are not superheroes [Comprehensive + British and American]

Being pressed and kissed by Clark, who was crazy about it—well, it would be more appropriate to say that he was biting, Qi Mu was extremely calm on the surface, but in his heart...in fact, there was no disturbance.

Don't forget, he's not the age of a youthful high school student, he's already 25 - [-] years of which have been almost inseparable from Clark, and there are many late-night pay movies that the two of them accidentally watch together .

That's why he won't be like a puberty kid, who would feel like the world is falling apart when he is kissed.

Especially in this situation where Clark obviously has problems, the first task is to get him right—you have to wait for him to return to normal if you want revenge, right?

Now this blackened state...wait a minute, speaking of blackened...

Qi Mu opened the perspective, and found a somewhat familiar... red ore in Clark's pocket.

Wait, this seems to be the ore exchanged from the universe with an equivalent exchange?What was exchanged... seemed to be green kryptonite.

"..."

Qi Mu finally realized belatedly, what a remarkable thing he had exchanged back then.

Equivalent to a piece of green kryptonite—at least in the broadest sense, red—and capable of influencing Superman's mind.

Red kryptonite.

Qi Mu didn't really want to talk... At the beginning, he got the red ore and studied it for a while, and threw it in the apartment without researching anything, thinking that according to Clark's conduct, he would never touch other people's things casually. .At that time, he never imagined that such a day would come.

Does this count as cheating yourself?

No, it really is the problem of mentally handicapped authors.

Qi Mu thought expressionlessly.

Red kryptonite, although he doesn't know the specific setting, but he remembers that red kryptonite will make Superman do whatever he wants, and do things that he would not normally do. The small ones are like robbing a bank, and the big ones are destroying the world.

So Clark's performance when he comes into contact with red kryptonite is... to have sex anytime, anywhere?

No, when Clark was about to come into contact with this stone for the first time, his precognitive superpowers were automatically activated - he predicted the scene where Superman would destroy the world, so he withdrew this ore

And... this time the precognitive superpower did not activate automatically.

Seeing that Qi Mu asked him a question, he stopped talking and seemed to be in a daze. The red glow in Clark's eyes was even worse, and he didn't care about Qi Mu's neck being strangled. He just held his wrist like this, with his thumb on his Rubbing the inside of the wrist repeatedly.

Qi Mu came back to his senses because of the unaccustomed touch, and saw that Clark looked very sick.

"You ask... what do I want to do?"

Clark stared at Qi Mu's lips from a close distance. He had obviously bitten them hard, but it was still a light pink color, not to mention traces, and it didn't turn red at all.

People with superpowers...meaning it doesn't matter how much you do too much?

The interweaving of pity love and the desire to destroy him made Clark dizzy, unable to tell where he was, and just wanted to eat the person in front of him, so that he would belong to him forever.

He gave a short laugh, unlike Superman's warm laugh, which seemed to suppress madness.

"I want to fuck/you."

Wow.

Is it really a standard line, the style of a domineering president?

There was no fluctuation in Qi Mu's heart, and he even freed up one hand to push his glasses.

"Really? I hope you can still remember what you said when you come back to normal after a while."

According to Clark's personality, I'm afraid it would be better if he wanted to explode in place.

However, Clark now doesn't take it seriously: "Normal? I'm normal now." He said, he took a deep breath... "No restraint, no scruples."

That's the big question, okay?

Qi Mu wanted to take the red kryptonite in Clark's pocket while he was talking, but he reacted.

"Do you think I'm not good like this?"

Qi Mu was not polite: "What a ghost, hurry up and get back to normal."

Clark wasn't angry...or rather he smiled instead: "Okay, I want to get me back to 'normal'...then give me a kiss."

"what?"

"Say yes, the forehead and cheeks are not acceptable, it must be lips, and it must be a deep kiss..."

"That's it? No problem." Qi Mu answered readily.

This time it was Clark's turn to be dazed: "You..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Qi Mu sat astride Clark's body, and at this moment simply bent down.

Clark stared blankly at Qi Mu who was approaching little by little, his heart beating like a drum, and he couldn't help licking his lower lip.

Then... when the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters, Qi Mu directly tore Clark's clothes with his thoughts, and then pushed him away violently.

With a soft sound of red kryptonite falling to the ground, Clark hissed.

Qi Mu didn't control the strength of that blow, leaving many wounds on Clark's body.

"Sorry, I regret it again."

After Qi Mu finished speaking confidently, he wrapped the red kryptonite with his thoughts.

"... Qi Mu?"

Still maintaining the posture of half imprisoning Qi Mu, Clark became stiff all over.

"Is it normal? Can you let me go?"

Clark withdrew his hand all of a sudden, as if being scalded.

Red kryptonite doesn't make Clark a different person, just loses his sense of morality.To put it simply, he always has all the memories and knows his past thoughts, but he doesn't care when he is affected by red kryptonite.

Now... out of its influence, Clark certainly remembers everything, what he did, and his inner thoughts...

This, this is really too...

Clark covered his face violently, thinking that he might as well find a place to bury himself for ten days and a half months.

"Well, I..." He was speechless for a long time.

"Okay, I wanted to deal with you, but forget it, it's not you."

Qi Mu was very calm... so calm that it was abnormal. Clark thought that he would be punished no matter what, but he seemed to be less willing to talk about it than himself, and was eager to make a conclusion: "I didn't expect this thing It has such a big impact on you, be careful not to touch it again in the future, find a chance to deal with it..."

Looking at Qi Mu who was expressionless and kept talking, Clark hesitated: "Qi Mu..."

Qi Mu paused.

"Why? What time is it? I'm going back to sleep. I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to say."

Clark smiled wryly.

——No matter how dull Qi Mu is, doesn't he understand what a kiss means?

But he didn't say that, but shook his head: "Neither you nor I need sleep... Qi Mu, are you running away?"

"Me? Just kidding, what am I running away from?"

The pitch of Saiki's telepathy was raised.