In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

"Does Superman get drunk?"

Felicia looked at Wayne, whose eyes were gradually becoming glazed over, with some surprise.

"Superman is human too."

Wayne's superhuman belief allowed him to experience that intoxicating feeling, but the result was somewhat disappointing, not as pleasurable as he had imagined... Well, after all, alcohol isn't leaves.

However, Wayne has never liked the leaves, and he would even try to stop students at the state university from touching him.

As his curiosity subsided, a hint of disappointment flashed in Wayne's eyes—perhaps it was time to end it.

However, Felicia, who had been carefully observing him, seemed to have guessed his intentions, and a strange look appeared in her eyes, but Wayne, who was engrossed in his own world, did not notice.

Felicia poured Wayne another glass. "Perhaps it's just not enough?"

Wayne, whose super brain had shut down due to his intoxication, didn't dwell on it. "Perhaps... you're right?"

Felicia smiled slightly as she watched Wayne awkwardly take a sip.

"How's university life going? Can't you see I'm getting used to it?"

Felicia sat on the bar with her long legs crossed in her leather pants, one hand supporting her on the bar, the other holding a wine glass and taking a sip.

Wayne's expression froze for a moment. "It seems... there's not much difference, is there?"

Felicia's face darkened when she didn't hear the answer she wanted.

She also attended a state university and was a year ahead of Wayne.

She met Wayne last year when Felicia first acted as Black Cat before enrolling in state university, but nearly lost her life due to inexperience.

Then came the "hero saves the damsel in distress" plot brought about by Superman's appearance, a cliché but effective one.

Especially as the cat's curiosity was piqued, Felicia began to deliberately approach... Heaven knows how much effort she put in to stop Wayne from using his biofield to prevent her from getting closer?

As they got to know each other better, Felicia had to admit that she was... well, completely infatuated with the boy, but unfortunately, the blonde girl treated her like a thief.

However, perhaps it was because the black cat's first action left Wayne with the impression of a "clumsy thief" (according to Wayne), or perhaps it was because Wayne was too simple-minded to be on guard because of his own power (Felicea is more inclined to this answer).

In short, Felicia and Wayne gradually became more familiar with each other.

Given enough time, Felicia was confident she could make Wayne fall for her too.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time. Felicia was busy with other things, and Gwen was so wary of her that she practically wouldn't let Wayne see her at all.

But that's alright, she's finished with her business now, she can take her time until she gets past that blonde girl and makes Wayne completely infatuated with cats~

Numerous men pursued Felicia after she arrived at the state university, but she never accepted any of them, because she was still waiting for her little Superman.

Looking at the somewhat unsteady Wayne, Felicia's eyes flashed with a hint of aggression and affection. She reached out and pulled the unconscious Wayne into her arms, letting him bury his face in her soft, warm skin.

……

"Well……"

As Wayne gradually regained consciousness, he frowned, feeling something being placed on his face.

Reaching out and opening my eyes, I saw—an indescribable piece of black lace fabric, the size of a palm.

"..."

Moving the gaze further down, one sees dazzling softness, creamy white skin, and rich, slightly panting breaths.

Wayne was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Didn't you say you weren't the younger type?"

"Yeah, I like someone with super strength, who can fly, has heat vision, wears a platinum suit, and has a capital M on the chest of the suit... preferably with the last name Scott. As for age, it doesn't matter, I like him no matter what age he is."

Felicia bit her soft lips, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes. Her delicate body collapsed weakly into Wayne's arms, her beautiful, affectionate eyes lingering on Wayne's face like hooks as she reached out to gently stroke his lips.

Seeing that the other person remained silent, Felicia's face, which had been filled with love, showed a hint of disappointment. "Actually, you don't need to..."

"No, I'm thinking about other things."

Wayne retorted, "What do you take me for? He was just thinking."

It wasn't that he was worried about durability, since durability is infinite; he was just wondering if he was being too unreserved.

But upon closer reflection, it's not so much that he lacked self-respect, but rather that he simply couldn't outmaneuver them.

Wayne secretly resolved that he would never again use his Superman beliefs to do such pointless things.

Banishing his jumbled thoughts, Wayne and Felicia locked eyes. "Are you going to move or should I?"

After a brief moment of disbelief, Felicia's face lit up with undisguised delight, but that delight quickly turned into aggression. She licked her red lips with her tongue, "Little brat, let your older sister teach you some adult knowledge~"

Seeing that the black cat had already forgotten how much pain it had just endured, Wayne didn't care and simply lay down.

Logically speaking, cats should have a natural talent for this, since don't cats all like to play with toys?

But looking at Felicia's youthful appearance, Wayne couldn't help but scoff—he could only fool himself.

Once the kitten was tired of playing, Wayne switched from defense to offense.

……

Felicia slumped weakly against Wayne, her beautiful, watery eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed. "You...how are you so skilled?"

Wayne paused for a moment, but didn't hide anything, "I have a girlfriend."

There's a cheater!

The kitten, whose eyes had been slightly white, suddenly looked completely incredulous. "What?! I've only been gone for a month!!!"

Even she couldn't poach someone in such a short time, so who could it be...? "Wait, could it be her?"

Felicia vaguely remembered a blonde girl, and immediately felt a surge of anger.

She was fooled by that girl!

Felicia had left with peace of mind, seeing the other party's innocent appearance, thinking that the other party couldn't have made much progress in such a short time, and she could just come back and seize the final victory in one fell swoop... Now it seems that the guy was just acting!

Felicia, her conscience trembling with rage, grabbed the composed Wayne and strode back to the bedside with her trembling long legs.

He pinned the other person down on the water-soaked bedding and began to vent his anger... Although his combat strength still hadn't improved, his words were so stubborn that he wouldn't soften up for a while.

Before him lay a clumsy kitten, and in his ear echoed the question, "Is mine better or hers?" Wayne didn't know what to say, so he could only lie there and pretend to be dead.