[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

The scene became more embarrassing.

The woman didn't seem to notice, and continued: "Ordinary people don't come here, only people like you come here, but most of you come here for something... If it's not for indulgence in this city, then you are here ..."

West immediately interrupted her, smiling and said, "Actually we are...we are a couple, so I don't really want to be with other people..."

In order to confirm his statement, West got into Clark's arms and let Superman hold him.

Clark's body froze all of a sudden, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

The woman froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Are there any other demons as simple as you? You are a couple, and you actually went to the city of Asmodeus to have fun?"

West's face was slightly flushed, and he looked shy: "Actually, we came here for the first time from Lord Beelzebub's place, because we just got together not long ago, so come here to learn, and I heard others say that Aspen Lord Montis has..."

He spoke more and more quietly, lowering his head and speaking shyly.

The woman looked the two of them up and down, West's performance was flawless, while Clark's instinctive face was already blushing, so there were no loopholes.

"Then you are in the right place." The woman narrowed her eyes, "In this city of desire, you can enjoy the best sex in the world."

West heaved a sigh of relief, and heard the woman cover her mouth and say, "But if you don't experience it with others here, it's not worth it for you."

She tilted her head, her clothes were half undressed, and her beautiful and delicate face was very seductive when staring at people.

West firmly refused, saying: "In fact, we have a good relationship."

The woman shrugged and didn't continue to force her: "Do whatever you want, in this city, we follow our desires and our hearts."

After she finished speaking, she gathered up her white robe.

"My name is Amon." The woman continued, "How about you?"

"West, Carl." West also introduced to her.

Amon nodded, as a sign of recognition.

She is a very beautiful woman, and she is also a rare human being in hell.

West has seen a lot of humans in hell, most of them are not living well, they are at the lowest level in hell, and most demons discriminate against humans.

Not many seem to be doing well like this lady.

However, West did not sympathize with those humans in hell. Most of these people fell into hell because they were attracted by demons, and there were very few truly innocent people.

Amon looked soft and weak, not like some sinister person.

Of course, West also knows that people cannot be judged by appearance alone.

When talking about this topic, Amon laughed. He didn't hide the cause of his death. Instead, he said triumphantly: "There are several brothers in my family. The second brother and the eldest brother are arguing for independence. I support the second brother. Then I accidentally fell out with my elder brother. The second brother said that I was doing the right thing, and I had to do what I always wanted to do. Then I fell in love with someone and wanted to elope with him, but my elder brother and my father disagreed. We fell out, and then I went to kill them, but I accidentally killed myself, so I came here."

She said it very lightly, most of the people who were exiled to this hell of desire have something to do with love—no matter what sexual love it is.

In her opinion, people who will go to hell are all guilty, so there is no need to hide it, so she talked about her own affairs with a natural expression, and asked West by the way: "What about you?"

West was surprised at the fact that there was such a story behind this woman's seemingly weak appearance, but then he found that the topic was suddenly brought up to him, and he had to think for a while before saying: "I killed my brother, and then And swallowed him up."

"Wow, I can't see it." Amon ordered a glass of wine and said naturally, "I thought you looked like that kind of well-behaved boy."

"It's not." West narrowed his eyes, "I was also fighting for inheritance in my family, and I accidentally killed my brother by mistake."

Amon chuckled and said, "I suddenly found it very interesting. God seems to like to watch this kind of brother-in-law drama, and he especially likes to give people this kind of fate."

At this time, the wine she ordered also arrived. The red wine of hell was as red as blood, and drinking it was like drinking blood.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at Clark: "What about you? You look quite upright, let me see what kind of nature those people who look upright are like."

Clark thought for a moment before saying, "I followed him to hell."

"Wow, this is really..." Amon pouted his chin and said slowly, "...it's romantic. 'To hell with you', no wonder you look different from other people in hell."

West coughed, and he didn't expect Clark to say that, and now his blushing was not entirely a disguise.

It seemed that the effect was good. Amon seemed to believe what they said, and hurriedly threw out questions one after another, asking about the relationship between them.

The former reporter used skillful text embellishments to hide some key things, and then told Amon a story.

In his mouth, they became a pair of lovers who had known each other not long ago, but had the same heart.

West never expected that Clark would be so eloquent and less shy than before.

There are some details in it that West doesn't remember so clearly, but Clark remembers them all.

Looking back, it is normal for Mr. Reporter to be able to speak eloquently because he is originally engaged in writing work.

But West is still suspicious... Clark is bragging about love stories with others, and his face doesn't blush, so why does Superman often blush when talking to him?

Shy like Schrödinger?

Halfway through, West couldn't help pulling Clark and said, "Are you pretending to be shy with me?"

Unexpectedly, after asking this question, Clark blushed, and whispered, "It's different with you."

West felt a little bit dumbfounded, but also a little sweet.

Their actions fell into the eyes of Amon on the opposite side, but they did not arouse suspicion. Instead, they more naturally established their relationship with each other.

Amon covered his mouth and said, "It seems that you really have a good relationship."

West raised his eyebrows, feeling inexplicably wanting to show off: "Of course."

The three of them chatted for a long time, and even West didn't think about it.

Amon is a very talkative woman, she has been here for a long time, and she is almost familiar with the whole story of the city of desire.

So West is also willing to chat with her.

She told West that the master of the city, Asmodeus, never appeared in front of the demons, and even if he did, he would wear a black robe and a mask, as if he didn't want to see anyone at all.

However, he often recruits beautiful women in hell, and the more beautiful women are, the more interested he is.

It's just that those beauties who entered his palace never came out. Everyone guessed that they were killed after being played by Asmodeus.

West also asked where Asmodeus lived, so Amon pointed to the highest point of City of Desire: "The church above that."

A demon lives in the church?This is really... strange.

She also inadvertently mentioned a piece of news that West and the others needed, which was the rules about leaving the City of Desire.

Only then did they know that, unlike other places, it was allowed to enter at will, but not to leave at will.

Because the only way out of the City of Desire is behind the church of Asmodeus, that is to say, only those who successfully obtained the consent of Asmodeus can pass.

While they were talking, a beautiful man with a sheep's lower body but a human face walked towards them.

He put his arms around Amon, and whispered something in her ear, which made Amon giggle, then put his arms around his neck, and after a passionate kiss, he waved his hands at West and the others: " Enjoy life here, folks."

West nodded, at this time the man said: "Is your new partner? Why don't you let them join us?"

"No, honey, they belong to each other." Amon hooked his neck and said, "We have rules."

The man didn't care, he just grabbed Amon and started to stroke him.

In order to avoid seeing more intense scenes, West and Clark left quickly.

When they returned to the room, recalling what Amon had said to them just now, they couldn't help feeling a little worried.

If the exit is really at Asmodeus, they probably need to find a way to sneak into the church above.

If they can't find a reasonable reason and just run to someone's house so suddenly, they may get into trouble.

But they can't stay here forever.

"I'm afraid the lie that Loki just told is about to come true." West said to Clark, "Asmodeus loves beautiful women the most, so are you going or I going, dear Clark?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Clark, and said jokingly.

Clark coughed.

Asmodeus likes beautiful women the most, no matter how hard Clark looks at this figure, it is impossible for him to be...

As they talked, Hall jumped in through the window.

From the moment he arrived here, West sent Hall out to scout the situation.

The petite size of the cat makes it less easy to spot, just a good way to check out the city.

Hall returned with a leather map in his mouth and handed it to West.

He then told West some news, which was basically the same as what Amon said to him, and it seemed that the woman did not deceive them.

"Asmodeus is in a beauty pageant lately," Hall said. "All hell knows."

Every other hell month, Asmodeus chooses ten of the most beautiful people in his city to enter his palace, which is the city's tradition.

This is like a carnival here, and the demons are the most excited during this time.

Good news, getting in touch with West's thoughts just now, this is simply an opportunity delivered to your door.

"Clark..." West turned his head and looked at West expectantly.

"..." Clark, "no."

Others are secondary, that is, Clark's face is not suitable for women's clothing no matter how you look at it?

"Actually, I think..." Clark said solemnly, "You are so beautiful, Wei, you will definitely look even more beautiful in women's clothing."

Superman looked at West with those upright and serious eyes, full of appreciation and concentration.

"And..." Clark blushed slightly, and looked at West with sparkling dog eyes, "I'm also curious about how good-looking you are like that."

West: "..."

West said, Superman, you are such a clever little guy.

All the beauties in hell are honored to be favored by Asmodeus, and every time a beauty is selected, it is also the only time when he will appear in front of all the demons.

Aside from other things, this City of Desire is probably the most beautiful place in the entire hell. It doesn't care about humans, demons, or anything else, as long as it is a life with outstanding appearance, you can live like a fish in water here.

West dressed up a little, probably because everyone wants to be seen by Asmodeus, so people in this city have been busy preparing their own clothes recently, and most of the styles ——It really deserves to be known for being obscene and extravagant.

After seeing it, West kept a dumbfounded expression.

He was not interested in this kind of thing in the original 20 years, so the only knowledge came from the Internet, and Clark...

Well, Boy Scouts.

So the two of them have seen all kinds of props and messy clothes in hell, which can be regarded as a lot of knowledge.

Finally, after Clark resolutely objected, they chose a relatively normal outfit-a white robe.

Along with the almost bare rags of the others, this white robe is the layer of unstainedness that typical Heaven is keen on.

West even hung the silver cross left to him by his adoptive mother on his chest, then painted himself a feminine but not gaudy makeup, and put on long light golden hair.

Coupled with his already delicate face, it made him look like an ascetic priest.

Clark looked at him a little bit unable to look away.

West bent his eyebrows and raised a smile, and in an instant, abstinence became gorgeous again: "Does it look good?"

One of his eyes is mysterious and alluring, and the other is transparent and clean. The two sides of the moon and the sun are especially moving when staring at people.

"It's beautiful." Clark said directly, his blue eyes looked to the end, and the emotions in his eyes were clearly visible, "I don't want to show it to Asmodeus for a moment."

West stretched out a hand and touched Clark's lips.

"Hush." ​​West said softly and submissively, "From now on, it's all yours."

Clark went to kiss him on the lips, something they'd done more and more since the two of them had made up their relationship, even if it wasn't the final step, and West liked it.

When West went out with a ruddy complexion, the white robe couldn't bring him more sense of abstinence.

But he was still the strangest one compared to other flamboyant and revealing beauties.

The tradition in hell is sex, and there are many people in this place who don't even have clothes on, wearing some sexual equipment, it looks like they are about to start having sex on the spot.

The more people like this, the more people pay attention.

Many people reach out to touch these people, and they naturally open their bodies to be touched by others.

And West even wore a white hood, covering half of his own face.

West had a premonition, because of the city's attire, Asmodeus had an unspeakable obsession with heaven...or holiness.

This is the same as what a person loses and what he wants.

All those who wish to gain the favor of Asmodeus are invited to come outside the cathedral - there is a very large square there.

Then West saw the so-called master of the City of Desire for the first time. He stood at the highest point of the church, wearing a black robe and an inverted cross on his chest. Under the red sky, he could not see his expression at all.

Clark is also here. This event is not limited to men and women. Even men have come to participate, wanting to try their luck.

But it is also true that Asmodeus never chose a man.

Asmodeus's subordinates would select from the crowd the one hundred people he liked the most, and after they entered, Asmodeus would select ten of them.

To some extent, this is very similar to the later variety show.

After Asmodeus came out, he just took a look and left immediately, and then his subordinates began to pick out the 100 most handsome people in the crowd for him.

His subordinates are also very beautiful, even more beautiful than many people below.

Clark couldn't help but shake West's hand when they started to choose people. To be honest, he was more or less uncomfortable about West being picked by others.

West looked amused, so he said: "If you try hard, maybe you can go in with me?"

Clark was dumbfounded by his words, they all knew that Asmodeus had never chosen a man.

"And I may not be selected yet." West shook Clark's hand back, "I dare not say that I am the most beautiful."

Clark lowered his voice: "I think you are the most beautiful."

He was conflicted. He would not be happy if West was selected, but he would not be happy if West was not selected.

Superman, who has always been upright, somehow fell into a tangled psychology.

At this moment, a beautiful female demon walked out of the church. She went to the demon who was reciting the name of the chosen person and said something, and then the demon stopped talking.

They whispered something inaudible to the people below, and the demon continued: "A gentleman among us is going to be lucky."

As soon as her words fell to the ground, the men around her all boiled up.

In all previous events, Asmodeus had never chosen a man!

Everyone looked at the demon above with expectant eyes, and then heard them say: "The man next to Mr. White Robe, congratulations, Asmodeus wants you."

Except for West, no one in the whole scene was wearing a white robe, so...

Now it was West's turn to feel uncomfortable.

Clark himself was surprised that he didn't even do any make-up.

"Are you talking about me?" He pointed at himself and asked suspiciously.

But besides him, there was almost no male around West.

"Of course." The demon said ambiguously, "Master Asmodeus has taken a fancy to you."

There was a burst of booing around, and everyone felt a little uncomfortable with the sudden appearance of Clark, but after all, it was the first time for Asmodeus to choose a man in thousands of years, and there were not many people watching the excitement.

Clark stood awkwardly at the scene, neither advancing nor retreating.

Especially since he had to avoid some people around him reaching out to touch his abdominal muscles, he almost wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in there.

"Come up!" cried the demon. "In this city, we follow our most primitive desires."

West suppressed the last bit of unhappiness in his heart, and winked at Clark.

Clark had no choice but to go in as soon as he gritted his teeth.

Everyone knew that the only man must have been chosen by Asmodeus himself, so he must occupy the last spot.

After this episode, there was no further disturbance.

And West, who was full of confidence, found that he couldn't succeed or choose until he uttered the last name.

So he could only go back to the hotel with a gloomy face.

In the room, Hall was lying on the bed, and when he found that it was West instead of Clark who came back, his expression was stunned.

"What happened?" Hall looked around West three times, "Where's the big guy?"

"He was chosen." West said with mixed feelings.

"What?" Hall said in surprise. "Big man? Superman?"

West did not speak, his expression still gloomy.

It is said that Asmodeus, who goes around in beauty pageants, is the most beautiful person in all hell.

West ripped off the wig from his head.

If Clark Kent aka Superman dared to do anything wrong to him, he would throw Superman in the land of the dead tomorrow and keep him there forever!

On the other side, Superman, who was inexplicably selected, didn't see West until the hundredth place.

At that moment, Superman's mood was also complicated.

What happened to Asmodeus' eyes?How could West be so beautiful and not be selected, and Clark... Clark doesn't look like the people he chose before!

However, Jindu came in, and Clark could only follow the arrangement of fate and try to find a way out.

It was impossible to pray that Asmodeus would not choose him, after all, he was personally called by Asmodeus.

Most of the demons looked at Clark with envious eyes - a tall and strong man who was obviously not a woman at a glance.

Asmodeus suddenly changed his taste?All of a sudden cheap this man who suddenly appeared?

Everyone has this idea in their hearts, because to some extent, although there are not many people participating in the event, there are people who are better looking than Clark.

Asmodeus' subordinates announced to everyone that Asmodeus would appear tomorrow.

The sky in hell is always red, there is no difference between day and night, but hell also has its own timing system.

Then they prepared resting places for each of the "beauties" waiting for Asmodeus' choice, told them not to wander around, and let them wait for the king's choice.

Clark was also one of these people, but it was unlikely that he really didn't walk around at will, so he waited until the beauties had rested before opening the door.

West has the cloak of the Lord of Death, which can hide his traces, but the soul cannot be used, so their original plan has failed. Clark can only rely on his years of experience to find him in this church. .

They knew little about it, except that there were passages to other cities in the church.

But who knew that just after he opened it, a door opened in a room not far from him.

It was also the chosen beauty, but Clark actually knew the beauty inside.

It was the Amon they had seen.

"Hi, we meet again." Amon said with a half-smile, "Are you here to participate in the event?"

This is a bit embarrassing. I just told others how much I have a good relationship with my other half, and when I turned around, I found that I participated in an event that basically meant sleeping with someone else.

Superman doesn't have the face of Superman, so he's embarrassed, really embarrassed.

"Forehead……"

"I saw you just now." Amon said with a smile, "I was still wondering which lucky man was favored by Asmodeus, and it turned out to be you, so it doesn't seem so strange .”

"Listen to me..." Superman was poor at words, and even writers with a solid foundation in literature had no choice but to be in such a predicament at this time, speechless.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just curious, does the person next to you know?" Amon continued to ask.

The sharper questions left Clark speechless.

How can he explain it?Tell her West is coming too?Then it becomes a double derailment?

So he gritted his teeth and explained to himself unwillingly: "Actually, I didn't expect that I would be chosen..."

"But you can refuse." Amon continued with a half-smile, "You know, Asmodeus never likes to force."

Of course Clark knew.

In fact, at this time, he quibbled that he didn't know and could refuse, but considering that he had created an affectionate image of himself following to hell, he gave up after saying anything now was basically tantamount to quibbling.

"Okay." Amon didn't force him, but covered his mouth, smiled and gave him a step and said, "If you don't know, you can tell Asmodeus tomorrow."

Clark nodded quickly. At this time, he also knew that his exploration attempt at night might not be possible, so he nodded and left, ready to go back and plan the next time.

Who knew that Amon said: "Are you planning to go out just now? Just right, I'm tired of staying too, let's go for a walk."

Clark looked at her suspiciously, and she shrugged: "I've never been an obedient person."

Clark thought about it, but was still about to refuse, and then she heard her continue: "Actually, I'm quite familiar with this place. I've participated in it several times."

When Clark heard this, he had to ask, "Didn't you say that the people who came in never left?"

"I get rejected every time." Amon waved his hand, "Probably my level is only good enough to enter the first round, not the final."

Hearing that she was familiar with her, Clark couldn't help but feel a little moved.

It's not easy to find someone familiar with the place.

"And there is actually no one patrolling here at night." Amon continued.

"Okay." Clark decided to take a gamble. Bruce didn't know where he was yet, and they didn't have much time to waste.

So they wandered around in the church. Clark was very vigilant just now, but later he found out that, as Amon said, there were no demons patrolling the church.

"Asmodeus doesn't like there are too many people in the form of demons here. He thinks those are incomplete." Amon explained with a smile. human form?"

"You seem to know Asmodeus well," Clark said.

Amon shrugged: "In order to be selected by him, every month I would read the analysis articles in Hell Magazine about the objects he chooses. You probably haven't read them."

This was the first time Clark had heard of this.

Co-authoring this lord of hell is like a star, with his own magazine analysis.

"That magazine is very good. Asmodeus's recent preferences are biased, and the selection categories are analyzed. I buy almost every issue." Amon said, "But I'm not very lucky, and I was never selected."

"Actually, you are very beautiful." Clark praised politely, "I believe they will definitely choose you next time."

"Really?" Asmodeus squinted at him, and a ambiguous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then do you think I'm beautiful enough?"

Clark shivered and said politely, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I have someone I love."

"But you have come to participate in this event." Amon said, "Because Asmodeus is the most beautiful person in hell, and I am not?"

"Actually, I believe you are very beautiful." Clark said, and he was telling the truth. All the participants glanced at the woman in front of him, and the woman in front of him was the most delicate and beautiful. Her elegance and charm were higher than others I don't know how much.But... "I have someone more beautiful in my heart."

He replied that there is probably no one more beautiful than West: "He is a combination of light and darkness, he has the vitality of life and the mystery of death, he is the most beautiful."

As he said this, who knew that the woman suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed him to the ground, then turned over and sat on him: "So I'm not enough?"

She lowered her body and said softly, "Even if I'm so beautiful, isn't it enough to take you around to see what you want?"

Clark's pupils constricted for a moment, and he looked at Amon vigilantly, even forgetting to struggle.

And Amon sat on him, raised his body, and looked at him condescendingly: "Yes, I know, I saw you coming at the first sight. I have lived here for a long time, what kind of passers-by , I can see it with a single look."

Her finger brushed across Clark's chest: "I am very clear about the restlessness and temptation in your eyes. It turns out that I also met a passer-by from hell, and he also wanted to leave here, so I took him a little bit to see this." It was such a beautiful place, and he finally chose to stay."

Clark looked at her vigilantly. She didn't even untie a single piece of clothing. Just looking down at Clark, an unstoppable charm emanated from her.

"It's beautiful here." Amon continued. She slowly bent down and whispered in Clark's ear, "You can participate in activities for Asmodeus, which proves that you are not as loyal as you think? Since You are not so loyal to your other half, why don't you enjoy the bliss of the world with me?"

Clark felt a very seductive smell emanating from Amon.

His mind began to become less clear, and a thought came to him indistinctly - this person in front of him is so beautiful, why didn't he follow his instinct?

He forced himself to get rid of this idea, but he had to admit—his magic resistance was really low.

But at this moment, the faceless doll hanging on his waist suddenly emitted a faint light, and then a strong light flashed across his head.

All of a sudden his mind regained clarity.

He pushed the woman sitting on him down, and the woman cooperated very well, and was pushed down easily.

"Who the hell are you?" Clark demanded.

"Me? I'm a woman in this city who is addicted to desire." Amon was not surprised to find that he had gotten rid of that emotion, and said with a smile.

"That was just now..."

"The most common method used by succubi." Amon said, "In this city, it's strange that you don't know how to order anything."

Clark didn't believe what she was saying, the woman's words were full of holes.

Looking back, he began to think that their first encounters were strange.

"Are you here to find the way out?" Amon covered his mouth and smiled, not caring about Clark's suspicion at all. "After sleeping with me, if you still want to know, I'll tell you."

"Impossible," Clark said.

"Then you will never be able to get out." Amon said with a smile.

Clark vaguely realized something from her words, he thought carefully, then had a flash of inspiration, and said in surprise, "Are you Asmodeus?"

"Little cutie, you finally guessed right."

"I thought you should be a demon." Clark asked involuntarily.

"Then you don't know much about demons, my dear, this is my human body." Amon bent her eyebrows, her beautiful face looked at Clark innocently, "No wonder Beelzebub said you are so cute .”

Clark said in surprise, "Beelzebub knows..."

"Everyone except Astaroth should know about it." Amon put on a puzzled expression, "Leviathan is very irritable, Mammon is planning what he can get from you, Beryl feels that Lucifer They all ran away, he didn't bother to care about anything. But Beelzebub and I don't care too much, I just need someone to sleep with me."

She said softly, "So, do you want to sleep with me?"

"You think it's beautiful." Before Clark could speak, West beside him finally couldn't bear it.

He felt uncomfortable after thinking about it, so he put on his invisibility cloak and slipped in while the church was not completely closed.

So just now he kept looking in his eyes.

Don't ask him why he didn't come out to do anything when Clark was thrown down. In fact, when he found that Clark's magic resistance was zero again, his head exploded.

It is okay to have zero magic resistance against him, but not against others.

Fortunately, he had already given Clark a faceless doll, otherwise Clark would have been bewitched at this time, and then...

West glanced at Clark faintly, only seeing Clark break out in cold sweat, thankful that he woke up quickly.

Amon who saw West appeared happily said, "Wow, Mister Death, are you here to join me?"

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm not too interested in threesomes or anything." West said immediately, "The gentleman next to me disagrees."

"That's too bad." Amon licked his upper lip, "Sex. Love is the best thing in the world, and I've verified it for you, and your significant other is not that loyal to you."

"I think he is loyal to me I know very well." West replied.

"Oh? If you really believed in him, why did you follow him?" Amon said.

West was blocked at once, and then he heard the devil whisper: "If you believe in him, you won't follow. In this city, we believe in doing. Love, but we don't believe in love, Mr. Death. Your story I was very touched, but the so-called love...that is the most ridiculous thing."

He said contemptuously, God preaches love, but the devil does not believe in love.

"Well, I admit, I don't believe him a little bit, mainly because his magic resistance is too low, and the Poison Ivy can lure him away with a kiss from him." West said honestly, "But love It has nothing to do with believing or not, Asmodeus, distrust is also a part of love, because you love everything, you will distrust, because you want to have another person too much, so you can't help wanting all of him , Asmodeus, you don't feel that way? Yes, you make so much love, but who made you have that kind of expectation? Who made you have that kind of desire to possess and possess ? You fell to heaven because of lust, but in the end you are the one who knows how to love the least."

West spoke bluntly, and Amon looked at him with darker eyes.

"Do you understand me, Mr. Death?" Amon said with a half-smile.

"I don't understand." West said, "I just look at you very pitifully. Doing love is originally associated with love, but you don't have love."