[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain
Chapter 110 hapter 110
Birds singing after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free to light in whatever sun light remains to them?
The breeze was blowing, bringing a bit of chill, and the sunlight poured into the room through the gauze curtain, forming a soft light that seemed unreal.
Eric Lanshere's muscles were tense, hot and congested, and he was pressing the little girl under him so hard that she couldn't move.
Her long hair was so soft that when it was scattered on the pillow, it looked like silk from the far east.
He slowly moved closer, his lips touched her neck, and even bit her viciously.
He was not in a good mood, he was angry because of her struggling and twisting, she didn't seem to cooperate at all.
Eric's fingers dug into her skin, and the delicate touch made him more and more satisfied.
She is like a piece of honey cake, making people want to devour it crazily.
The girl was panting pitifully, as if begging for his release, which made him feel hot all over, longing for some kind of satisfaction almost to the point of pain.
Eric was buried deep on top of her, her white chest heaving with tension and fear, it was horrific.
"Sir, please." She struggled in pain, her voice trembling slightly.
He could immediately control the metal fence of the double bed, cuff her limbs, and prevent her from twisting, but he didn't do that, he didn't want those cold things to touch her.
Apart from him, nothing can be close to her.
He tore open her skirt with all his strength, and separated the girl's legs with his hands—
……
"Ding--"
The sudden ringing of the bell awakened Eric Lanshere from his dream.
He blinked slowly and incredulously, then frowned deeply.
—I'm afraid he's crazy.
He looked to the side, the black-haired girl wrapped her body tightly around him, Vespa's white legs kicked off the quilt, and a leg was resting on his thigh.
The whole body clings to him without a single gap, the intimacy is unbelievable.
The dream scene suddenly appeared in Eric's mind, and the next second, Vespa was pushed away by this man angrily.
Vespa was awakened by him, and rubbed his eyes to look at him dissatisfied, "... Did I make you angry again?"
It's so annoying, why is my temper so bad.
Eric's eyebrows never stretched, he left the bed directly, and the distance from Vesper was far away.
Then he walked out of the bedroom without saying a word.
Vespa sat on the bed and shrugged helplessly. The mood of this Magneto King was really unpredictable, who knows who made him unhappy again.
It was still early, Vespa tidied himself up and walked out of the bathroom, stood by the messy double bed and watched for a while, then walked out of the bedroom without doing anything.
This bachelor apartment is not big, although the decoration is simple but tasteful, Vespa glanced at the artwork hanging on the wall, and then saw Eric Lanshere in the open kitchen .
So Magneto, who lost his temper early in the morning, is making her breakfast in the kitchen?
... His behavior is not a bit contradictory.
Eric looked at her, "After breakfast, I will send you to Briley Girls High School."
Vespa: Wow, not only does it prepare breakfast, but it also provides pick-up and drop-off services. Magneto is probably called straight-talking?
Vespa sat down on the dining table obediently, and Eric quickly put breakfast in front of her.
Sausages, cheeses, freshly baked bread and of course the obligatory coffee.
Oh no, the coffee was Eric's, and Vespa had a glass of warm milk, even sweet, in front of him.
Vespa has never eaten much, not to mention the stomach discomfort after a hangover, which makes her feel like she is being tortured when she drinks warm milk.
So Eric's expression became less friendly again, "Listen, you have to stop drinking."
"I will," Vespa looked at him pitifully, "wine is harder to deal with than enemies and marriage."
Young people can't understand how cautious Americans are about drinking. The law stipulates that citizens can get married and obtain a driver's license at the age of 16, and can join the army to fight in the battlefield, but they can only drink alcohol after they are 21 years old.
You see, alcohol is harder to deal with than enemies or marriage.
Eric looked at the girl's pitiful little face, and couldn't continue to show a reprimanding attitude.
He cleared his throat. "I'll pick you up in the afternoon and then go straight back to this apartment and start teaching."
Eric Lanshere didn't really want it. Girls often appeared in the secret base of the Mutant Brotherhood. Last night, he didn't miss the malicious eyes of a few guys.
Vesper Lind is his most valued little mutant, and it is his possession.
He does not allow any instability to arise between the two.
Vespa suggested, "Maybe I can get a driver's license, I'm 16."
Eric was a little dissatisfied when he heard her proposal. Could it be that this impolite girl is disgusted with his pick-up?
He was about to warn her when he saw Vespa asking him curiously, "Sir, did you obtain your driver's license at the age of 16?"
Eric took a sip of his coffee and said in a cold voice, "I'm not American."
Vespa blinked. "Are you German? You speak with a Western European accent."
"German Jews." Eric answered concisely, without mentioning the painful energy of his childhood.
The little girl in front of him seemed a little surprised, "Sir, I am also a Jew."
The Jews are well-known for their solidarity and mutual assistance, but Eric did not show enthusiasm because of this, "Besides the identity of being a Jew now, you are a mutant who is even rarer and rejected by humans. "
Vespa shrugged slightly, "I'm not incapable of resisting, am I?"
The corner of Eric's mouth curved slightly, "Before you receive strict instruction, you don't know the potential of this ability."
Vespa put down his knife and fork and looked at him with great interest, "Will I become a good mutant like you? I mean, last night at the secret base, Mystique Riven said that you can even hover missiles .”
The adoration in the little girl's eyes would probably make any man ecstatic, but Eric just looked at her calmly, "You will become my best student, Vespa."
Vespa tilted her head slightly, looking very innocent and charming, "I don't just want to be your student."
Eric's masculine handsome face has become stern and ruthless. He seems to have been born so mature and deep, never immature or overwhelmed.
He didn't reprimand her, and certainly didn't answer.
Vespa watched him leave the dining room and go back to the bedroom, presumably to change out of clothes, after all, he was wearing light home clothes now.
But even home clothes can't hide his one-in-a-million good figure. Vespa almost wants to make a "Europe's No. [-] Waist" award and officially present it to him.
Magneto, who entered the bedroom, took a deep breath looking at the messy big bed.
That little bastard must have left it untied on purpose, just to remind him of what happened last night.
He seems to have provoked a little devil with malicious intentions.
When Eric Lanshere walked out of the bedroom again, Vespa almost couldn't help letting out a sigh.
——Why did he put on such a charming dark gray suit, is it to seduce her?
Vespa raised his eyebrows, "Sir, do you work on Wall Street?"
"I took a lot of gold from the Nazis, and I'm going to Goldman Sachs today to talk about investment." Eric's tone didn't fluctuate a bit.
What he didn't mention was that he could control metal and the earth's magnetic field, so he was never short of money.
Magneto looked at the little girl whose hands were empty, "Where's your handbag?"
Is she going to go to class empty-handed?
Vespa blinked and pointed to Eric's sofa, where her shoulder bag and textbooks were placed.
"Your hands are disabled?" Eric narrowed his eyes.
In the next second, he had already held those things in his hands.
Vespa smiled happily and leaned over to hug his arm.
Eric didn't look at her, walked straight to the door, but also didn't push her away, so Vespa smiled even more satisfied.
In the underground parking garage, the Mercedes black car is very in line with his temperament, tough and powerful with graceful lines.
Vespa sat in the co-pilot and looked at Magneto beside him. His handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and there was a bloody look on his expressionless face.
In the same Manhattan, Eric's bachelor apartment is not far from Bradley Girls High School. When he was driving a black car and parked outside the school gate, there was still some time before class.
Vespa turned sideways to him, meeting his eyes, "Sir, can I have a farewell kiss?"
Her whole body was bathed in the sun, and her fair skin almost showed a sense of transparency. Eric frowned, "If you can't learn to face the teacher properly, I don't mind abandoning a little mutant."
The moment Eric said that, his heart sank. He saw the little girl exhale softly and lowered her head sullenly.
He was so irritable that he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.
Vespa leaned his back against the car door, his glamorous little face covered with disappointment.
"Look into my eyes," Eric ordered her.
Vespa turned his face away in a bad temper, deliberately not looking at him.
In the airtight compartment, Eric could almost smell her seductive fragrance.
Suddenly, he squeezed Vespa's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
The air seemed to freeze, and Eric could hear his own heart beating, or hers.
His voice was dangerous. "You're always so rude. I'm really going to leave you for that."
Before the words were finished, Eric's face was close to hers, one of his hands was pressed against Vespa's back, and the other was inserted into the hair next to her ear.
Vespa bit her lower lip as she tried to get her breath back.
Eric looked away and pressed a kiss on her cheek very quickly.
A very polite kiss on the cheek.
Then he was about to back away, but Vespa stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck.
She was so close that the tip of her nose touched his.
"Sir, will you drive me away if I kiss you?"
Eric's voice was low and hoarse, "Maybe."
The next second, he suddenly approached and kissed her deeply, with the power that seemed to destroy everything.
The breeze was blowing, bringing a bit of chill, and the sunlight poured into the room through the gauze curtain, forming a soft light that seemed unreal.
Eric Lanshere's muscles were tense, hot and congested, and he was pressing the little girl under him so hard that she couldn't move.
Her long hair was so soft that when it was scattered on the pillow, it looked like silk from the far east.
He slowly moved closer, his lips touched her neck, and even bit her viciously.
He was not in a good mood, he was angry because of her struggling and twisting, she didn't seem to cooperate at all.
Eric's fingers dug into her skin, and the delicate touch made him more and more satisfied.
She is like a piece of honey cake, making people want to devour it crazily.
The girl was panting pitifully, as if begging for his release, which made him feel hot all over, longing for some kind of satisfaction almost to the point of pain.
Eric was buried deep on top of her, her white chest heaving with tension and fear, it was horrific.
"Sir, please." She struggled in pain, her voice trembling slightly.
He could immediately control the metal fence of the double bed, cuff her limbs, and prevent her from twisting, but he didn't do that, he didn't want those cold things to touch her.
Apart from him, nothing can be close to her.
He tore open her skirt with all his strength, and separated the girl's legs with his hands—
……
"Ding--"
The sudden ringing of the bell awakened Eric Lanshere from his dream.
He blinked slowly and incredulously, then frowned deeply.
—I'm afraid he's crazy.
He looked to the side, the black-haired girl wrapped her body tightly around him, Vespa's white legs kicked off the quilt, and a leg was resting on his thigh.
The whole body clings to him without a single gap, the intimacy is unbelievable.
The dream scene suddenly appeared in Eric's mind, and the next second, Vespa was pushed away by this man angrily.
Vespa was awakened by him, and rubbed his eyes to look at him dissatisfied, "... Did I make you angry again?"
It's so annoying, why is my temper so bad.
Eric's eyebrows never stretched, he left the bed directly, and the distance from Vesper was far away.
Then he walked out of the bedroom without saying a word.
Vespa sat on the bed and shrugged helplessly. The mood of this Magneto King was really unpredictable, who knows who made him unhappy again.
It was still early, Vespa tidied himself up and walked out of the bathroom, stood by the messy double bed and watched for a while, then walked out of the bedroom without doing anything.
This bachelor apartment is not big, although the decoration is simple but tasteful, Vespa glanced at the artwork hanging on the wall, and then saw Eric Lanshere in the open kitchen .
So Magneto, who lost his temper early in the morning, is making her breakfast in the kitchen?
... His behavior is not a bit contradictory.
Eric looked at her, "After breakfast, I will send you to Briley Girls High School."
Vespa: Wow, not only does it prepare breakfast, but it also provides pick-up and drop-off services. Magneto is probably called straight-talking?
Vespa sat down on the dining table obediently, and Eric quickly put breakfast in front of her.
Sausages, cheeses, freshly baked bread and of course the obligatory coffee.
Oh no, the coffee was Eric's, and Vespa had a glass of warm milk, even sweet, in front of him.
Vespa has never eaten much, not to mention the stomach discomfort after a hangover, which makes her feel like she is being tortured when she drinks warm milk.
So Eric's expression became less friendly again, "Listen, you have to stop drinking."
"I will," Vespa looked at him pitifully, "wine is harder to deal with than enemies and marriage."
Young people can't understand how cautious Americans are about drinking. The law stipulates that citizens can get married and obtain a driver's license at the age of 16, and can join the army to fight in the battlefield, but they can only drink alcohol after they are 21 years old.
You see, alcohol is harder to deal with than enemies or marriage.
Eric looked at the girl's pitiful little face, and couldn't continue to show a reprimanding attitude.
He cleared his throat. "I'll pick you up in the afternoon and then go straight back to this apartment and start teaching."
Eric Lanshere didn't really want it. Girls often appeared in the secret base of the Mutant Brotherhood. Last night, he didn't miss the malicious eyes of a few guys.
Vesper Lind is his most valued little mutant, and it is his possession.
He does not allow any instability to arise between the two.
Vespa suggested, "Maybe I can get a driver's license, I'm 16."
Eric was a little dissatisfied when he heard her proposal. Could it be that this impolite girl is disgusted with his pick-up?
He was about to warn her when he saw Vespa asking him curiously, "Sir, did you obtain your driver's license at the age of 16?"
Eric took a sip of his coffee and said in a cold voice, "I'm not American."
Vespa blinked. "Are you German? You speak with a Western European accent."
"German Jews." Eric answered concisely, without mentioning the painful energy of his childhood.
The little girl in front of him seemed a little surprised, "Sir, I am also a Jew."
The Jews are well-known for their solidarity and mutual assistance, but Eric did not show enthusiasm because of this, "Besides the identity of being a Jew now, you are a mutant who is even rarer and rejected by humans. "
Vespa shrugged slightly, "I'm not incapable of resisting, am I?"
The corner of Eric's mouth curved slightly, "Before you receive strict instruction, you don't know the potential of this ability."
Vespa put down his knife and fork and looked at him with great interest, "Will I become a good mutant like you? I mean, last night at the secret base, Mystique Riven said that you can even hover missiles .”
The adoration in the little girl's eyes would probably make any man ecstatic, but Eric just looked at her calmly, "You will become my best student, Vespa."
Vespa tilted her head slightly, looking very innocent and charming, "I don't just want to be your student."
Eric's masculine handsome face has become stern and ruthless. He seems to have been born so mature and deep, never immature or overwhelmed.
He didn't reprimand her, and certainly didn't answer.
Vespa watched him leave the dining room and go back to the bedroom, presumably to change out of clothes, after all, he was wearing light home clothes now.
But even home clothes can't hide his one-in-a-million good figure. Vespa almost wants to make a "Europe's No. [-] Waist" award and officially present it to him.
Magneto, who entered the bedroom, took a deep breath looking at the messy big bed.
That little bastard must have left it untied on purpose, just to remind him of what happened last night.
He seems to have provoked a little devil with malicious intentions.
When Eric Lanshere walked out of the bedroom again, Vespa almost couldn't help letting out a sigh.
——Why did he put on such a charming dark gray suit, is it to seduce her?
Vespa raised his eyebrows, "Sir, do you work on Wall Street?"
"I took a lot of gold from the Nazis, and I'm going to Goldman Sachs today to talk about investment." Eric's tone didn't fluctuate a bit.
What he didn't mention was that he could control metal and the earth's magnetic field, so he was never short of money.
Magneto looked at the little girl whose hands were empty, "Where's your handbag?"
Is she going to go to class empty-handed?
Vespa blinked and pointed to Eric's sofa, where her shoulder bag and textbooks were placed.
"Your hands are disabled?" Eric narrowed his eyes.
In the next second, he had already held those things in his hands.
Vespa smiled happily and leaned over to hug his arm.
Eric didn't look at her, walked straight to the door, but also didn't push her away, so Vespa smiled even more satisfied.
In the underground parking garage, the Mercedes black car is very in line with his temperament, tough and powerful with graceful lines.
Vespa sat in the co-pilot and looked at Magneto beside him. His handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and there was a bloody look on his expressionless face.
In the same Manhattan, Eric's bachelor apartment is not far from Bradley Girls High School. When he was driving a black car and parked outside the school gate, there was still some time before class.
Vespa turned sideways to him, meeting his eyes, "Sir, can I have a farewell kiss?"
Her whole body was bathed in the sun, and her fair skin almost showed a sense of transparency. Eric frowned, "If you can't learn to face the teacher properly, I don't mind abandoning a little mutant."
The moment Eric said that, his heart sank. He saw the little girl exhale softly and lowered her head sullenly.
He was so irritable that he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.
Vespa leaned his back against the car door, his glamorous little face covered with disappointment.
"Look into my eyes," Eric ordered her.
Vespa turned his face away in a bad temper, deliberately not looking at him.
In the airtight compartment, Eric could almost smell her seductive fragrance.
Suddenly, he squeezed Vespa's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
The air seemed to freeze, and Eric could hear his own heart beating, or hers.
His voice was dangerous. "You're always so rude. I'm really going to leave you for that."
Before the words were finished, Eric's face was close to hers, one of his hands was pressed against Vespa's back, and the other was inserted into the hair next to her ear.
Vespa bit her lower lip as she tried to get her breath back.
Eric looked away and pressed a kiss on her cheek very quickly.
A very polite kiss on the cheek.
Then he was about to back away, but Vespa stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck.
She was so close that the tip of her nose touched his.
"Sir, will you drive me away if I kiss you?"
Eric's voice was low and hoarse, "Maybe."
The next second, he suddenly approached and kissed her deeply, with the power that seemed to destroy everything.
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