[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Intuition, always as our best is a heart. Itis a voice that tellus who is friend and who is foe.

Intuition is always the most in line with our inner expectations.It is intuition that tells us who to be friends with, who to be enemies with, who to keep at arm's length, and who to be intimate with, West Chester County, New York, Xavier House

When Vespa woke up again, it was already the evening of the next day.

She felt that her body had improved a lot, and it seemed that the recovered ability had turned on the self-healing mode, but she still felt a little too tired.

Vespa looked around. This classical mansion looked retro and luxurious, and it may have been built for more than a century.

Eric Lanshere came into view, his face looking a little haggard, but still full of masculine handsomeness.

Vespa smiled at him, opened his arms to him, his pale face softened his heart, "Sir, hug me."

After she finished speaking, she saw Professor X Charles Xavier who happened to be standing behind Eric.

Charles's blue eyes looked at her, as if flickering.

Eric sat beside her and said in a cold voice, "Vespa Lind, you are currently 16 years old, not six years old."

At the same time, he had already held the little girl in his arms.

Vespa found the most comfortable position in his arms, then looked at Charles Xavier, "Mr. Xavier, is this your mansion?"

"In Xavier Gifted Children's School, in addition to the training ground, it also has treatment facilities comparable to regular hospitals."

Charles' eyes are like a deep blue lake, which makes people willing to indulge in it.

This manor in West Chester County, New York, comes from the family inheritance inherited by Charles.

He was well-born, and could easily make a lot of money using his telepathic abilities, and some investments and property acquisitions also brought him rich financial returns.

That's why X Academy's facilities are so advanced and complete.

All in all, regardless of Magneto or Professor X, if there is no financial support, it is impossible to form a mutant team anyway.

It is understandable not to go to the hospital. Who can guarantee that those extremist organizations with malicious intent towards mutants will not harm her again in the hospital.

However, it was indeed an accident that Vespa was kidnapped this time.

Charles looked affectionate and friendly, "Vespa, if you hadn't lost your mental power for a while to heal me, you wouldn't have suffered these injuries."

Vespa shrugged indifferently, "This is a massacre of mutants by those extremist organizations. What responsibility do you have? After all, even President Kennedy was killed because of this."

Eric's palm comforted Vespa's back, and he looked at Charles, "I said a long time ago that they will find us eventually."

Charles' eyes plundered from Vesper's pale face, and then returned to Magneto, "You are right, we cannot sit still in the face of extreme anti-mutant organizations."

Under the threat of extreme anti-mutant organizations, whether it is the moderate conservative Professor X or the radical Magneto, the most important prerequisite is to maintain the safety of mutants.

The two sides reached a consensus that they would jointly teach the mutants under their command, make them master their abilities, and fight against the extreme anti-mutant organizations.

Only now did Vespa know that during her sleeping day, the Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men were about to embark on a journey of cooperation.

In fact, they have all been gathered at this moment in this mansion with an astonishingly large area.

Wow, Vespa couldn't help but marvel when he thought of the list of personnel on both sides.

The X-Men side—

Cyclops Scott Summers, picked up from the orphanage by Charles, has the ability to shoot red shockwaves from his eyes.

Meanwhile, with the help of his protective suit, his elder brother Ravager focused his energy on the launcher on his chest and shot it out.

A level [-] mutant beast with unimaginable speed, agility, and superhuman strength.

Iceman Poppy, on the other hand, is able to lower the body temperature outside his body, allowing him to freeze liquid or air moisture, capable of forming ice inside any object he chooses.

Theoretically speaking, he can create infinite ice regardless of physical conditions, so that the foundation of the entire universe can be shaken, which is equivalent to the strongest mutant.

And the Brotherhood of Mutants—

In addition to Vesper's most familiar trio of Mystique, Destiny, and White Queen, it also includes St. John Allardes, the "Fireman" who can control flames. This is a handsome, rebellious, and violent members of the fraternity.

The Red Devil Azasel, who was born in Russia, has the ability to teleport.

The second-level mutant angel has a pair of large white wings on the back, has the ability to fly, and can emit attack bombs like small fireballs from its mouth.

The rapid current can create a tornado, and can also make itself rotate at a high speed, enough to attack large vehicles such as submarines and aircraft.

In addition, Vesper was very impressed with the saber-toothed tiger. This mutant has almost the same power as Wolverine, but of course, it is slightly inferior.

- Speaking of Wolverine, where is the famous X-Men member now?

Wolverine has super resilience, strong antibodies to toxins and pathogens, and has a more sensitive sensory ability than beasts.

The diamond claws on his wrist are made of the hardest metal on earth, extremely sharp and capable of tearing apart any object.

Vespa looked at the two leaders of the mutant hawks and doves, "Have you forgotten a fourth-level mutant named Wolverine?"

Eric and Charles looked at each other, neither of them looked very good.

Vespa became more and more curious, "Could it be that the recruitment failed? What did he say?"

A silence answered her.

Vespa rolled his eyes, and moved his gaze from Eric to Charles's face, "Could it be that I beat you two up?"

Eric's expression became more and more ugly, "Do you think I can't control his two metal claws?"

"If you didn't do anything, it seems that the words were a bit fierce." Vespa looked up at the expressionless Eric, his voice softened a bit, "What did he say, Mr. Lanshere——"

She looked pale, weak, and mesmerizing, wearing nothing but a long white shirt, even Charles's.

Even if it's brand new, he's never worn it.

But Charles suddenly felt that his breath was a little hot.

Eric's eyes were on Vesper's face, and he didn't notice Charles' strangeness.

He casually pinched Vespa's little face, "If you ask again, I will throw you into the deep forest to feed the wild wolves."

Vespa pushed him away dissatisfied, and nestled under the quilt again, covering his head almost.

Eric stripped her out of the bed, "I think you want to suffocate yourself after losing too much blood."

The little girl's hair became a little messy, but her eyes were shining, and she looked at him angrily.

Eric suddenly wanted to press her wrist hard on the bed and kiss her hard.

——But the current situation obviously doesn't allow it.

He looked at his friend Charles - why are you still here?

But Charles didn't seem to cooperate with Eric's meaning.

The young Professor X tried to convince himself that it was only because of the loss of his former lover, the female government agent Maura MacTaggart, that he did not want to see the intimacy of the two in front of him.

Charles' eyes flickered for a moment, and he felt something overwhelming, but he didn't want to believe it was true.

The other party is such a young girl that she even has an ambiguous relationship with her friend Eric.

——He must have had the illusion because of his guilt towards her these two days.

Yes, it must be so.

Charles put on a cynical and charming smile again, and looked at Vesper with eyes bluer than sea water, "Wolverine only said one word about the recruitment—"

"gofuckyourself."

Vespa blinked, "Wow—"

No wonder Magneto doesn't want to talk about this matter. In this world, few people dare to talk to him like this.

Eric looked at the little girl lying on the bed, her silky hair was sprinkled on the white pillow, and was turned golden brown by the orange light.

Vespa has a mysterious aura about him, like an elf and a witch.

Her charming and penetrating eyes, as well as her young and sexy body, are so bewitching.

Charles suddenly felt that he could no longer stay in this bedroom.

"Sorry, I need to go to the 'Emergency Room' temporarily to deal with some trivial matters." Charles' voice was gentle, without revealing any emotion.

Vespa didn't question it, didn't even glance at him.

When Eric saw Charles' figure completely disappear into the room, he looked down at the little girl under him again.

She is like an apple that is about to ripen, when she hangs on that apple tree, it is always unbearable to want to pick it off.

The charm of innocence and abundance is so impossible to ignore.

Vespa blinked. "Sir, you look like you want to bite me."

"Maybe I just want an apple." Eric raised an eyebrow.

He lowered his body a little and got closer to her.

His firm jaw is full of masculinity, and his body is full of sexy male hormones.

Eric's voice was a little hoarse, "What do you want, Vespa."

Vespa's fingers caressed his cheek, her eyes were focused, her voice was charming and frivolous, "You, Magneto Eric Lanshere."

"I'm not a good choice." Eric's voice has a unique and charming feeling.

Vespa frowned, "I don't need those so-called good choices."

Eric lifted her jaw, "You're so capricious."

The next second, his lips pressed against hers, just like his temperament, not gentle at all.

Eric inserted his fingers into the girl's long black hair, put his other hand on her back, and kissed her hard.

His breath made Vespa's heart beat.

Eric hugged her waist tightly, captured Vespa's lips forcefully, and entangled with her urgently.

Vespa was warmed up by Eric's captivating charisma.

God, he is so charming.

His strong and tall body pressed against her, and Eric felt the warm and soft body of the girl, and a wave of frenzy hit his body and mind.

——But the reality doesn't allow him to continue.

There was a damn knock on the door.

When Magneto walked over to open the door, Vespa almost wanted to mourn for the visitor.

It's a mutant saber-toothed tiger. He didn't notice the abnormality of the leader for a while, "The red devil Azazel had a dispute with the ravager. Professor X wants you to go to the emergency room as soon as possible."

Eric let the saber-toothed tiger leave first with a cold expression.

He looked at Vespa in the bedroom. Although her face was still pale, the kiss just now made her cheeks rosy, and even her breathing became a little short.

Eric thought of the girl's body recovering from a serious illness, and I am afraid that today's intimate moment can only end temporarily.

He walked to Vespa's side and whispered in her ear, "Hurry up and get yourself back to health."

Vespa cleared his throat, "I think you are trying to seduce me on purpose."

Bathed in the golden light, her face looked so charming and deep.

Eric's fingers stroked her lips, "I think you're distorting the truth."

Under the golden light of the setting sun, she was breathtakingly beautiful, and Eric withdrew his hand with great difficulty.

There still seemed to be that warm touch on his fingers.

Eric rubbed his fingers lightly.

And when he left Vespa's side and walked towards the danger room, his face had returned to his usual indifferent expression.

The "Danger Situation Room" of the training ground established by X Academy contains various mechanisms, including shells, firearms, and robots.

Fortunately, Charles Xavier is very rich, otherwise it would be very difficult to form a team of mutants and establish this school.

At this moment in the danger room, the atmosphere was tense and anxious.

Charles with a calm face looked at the late Magneto, and for some reason, the figure of the young girl flashed in his mind.

She was lying on the soft spring bed, her body was young and sexy, and her bright smile revealed an indescribable innocence.

She is such a femme fatale, free and unrestrained, delicate as silk.