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

"alright!"

Jean clapped her hands, but the slight smile on her face vanished the moment she saw Emma half-crouching in front of Wayne. She quickly stepped forward and pulled Emma away.

"Hey! You said a third of it was mine!"

"Yes, but I have to take my two-thirds first."

Just as she was about to savor her lollipop, Jean frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in her eyes as she looked at Wayne's hands, which were still clutching his pants. "You lied to me?"

"I don't……"

"No! You do!"

Jean grabbed Wayne and pinned him down, then straddled him, preventing him from escaping. "You promised me!"

The full curves of her shapely buttocks were flattened, and Wayne could feel the silky soft texture even through her battle suit.

"I did promise you, but I didn't expect you to say this."

"So you're planning to make all my years of waiting a complete joke with just one sentence?"

"...Shouldn't we at least start from scratch?"

"Sure, I'll get on then!"

"No! I mean... things are moving too fast."

Wayne covered his face in exasperation. He could treat a bunch of villains like little girls, but when facing them, the tables turned completely. It seemed like he was the one being played.

"What I mean is... we should at least start with dating and take it one step at a time, right?"

Wayne had almost given up the struggle; his continued insistence on not skipping the remaining steps was merely a final, futile effort.

Qin frowned. A date was fine, but we should finish our business first, right?

"Alright, Qin, what he said isn't entirely unreasonable."

Emma came to the bed, knelt behind Wayne's head, and gently lifted Wayne's head with her cold, white hands, letting him rest his head on her plump, soft thighs.

Jean looked at Emma with an unfriendly gaze that seemed to hold no meaning. Was she planning to let this guy go?

Wayne looked up, wanting to give Emma a grateful look, but his view was blocked.

Emma smiled knowingly, her right hand gently stroking Wayne's cheek. "Let's have our date here then. That way, we won't have to look for another place to stay after the date."

"..."

Wayne fell silent. He knew he couldn't harbor any more illusions; he had to reveal his bottom line! Only then could he protect his own interests!

However, to his surprise, Emma saw through his thoughts and not only readily agreed but also helped to stop Qin.

Emma gave Qin a look that said, "Don't rush things."

Knowing that Emma wouldn't let Wayne off the hook either, Jean thought for a moment and decided to see what Emma was up to before getting off Wayne.

Wayne, who had sat up, turned to look at Emma with some confusion.

Emma's eyes crinkled like a fox's as she met Wayne's gaze. "We can do that kind of thing later, but you've made us wait for so many years, you have to do something, right? At least let us vent our emotions a little."

"To vent emotions?"

Wayne thought about it—it was indeed his reckless promise that led to this mess, so letting them vent their emotions wasn't a bad thing...hmm, a very reasonable request.

At most, he'd get a beating; his steel-like body was fearless. Bring it on! "Alright, shall we go out first?"

"No need, this is fine."

"Here?"

Wayne stared blankly as Emma changed her position, stretching out her plump, beautiful legs clad in white stockings.

"Since you've agreed, you can't go back on your word!"

Emma reached out and put her arm around the back of Wayne's head, gently pressing him down.

Just as Wayne resignedly closed his eyes, a turning point appeared!

*Snap*—Jin grabbed Emma's arm.

Wayne expected Jean to stop Emma, ​​but instead heard, "I have to go first."

……

A completely bewildered Wayne pulled out his ringing phone. "Um, someone's calling me."

"Don't talk! Keep going with C!"

With her cheeks flushed, Qin Mei's eyes were slightly raised, her pearly teeth behind her red lips were clenched, and a trace of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her hands, which were pressing on the back of Wayne's head, couldn't help but tighten.

—two hours later—

Wayne's eyes were vacant as his head was completely covered by two full, soft breasts. He never expected to be submerged in water on the shore again.

Emma braced herself on the bed with both hands to maintain her sitting position, but her plump, long legs, trembling slightly, showed that she was just gritting her teeth and enduring it.

……

The college's shadows hung silently to the east, stretched long by the afterglow.

When Wayne saw Professor X again, it was already very late.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as he remembered, Charles fell silent.

This is the kid who suddenly appeared back then and stole the little cabbage I raised myself. Now he's suddenly appeared again and barged into my vegetable garden, rooting around indiscriminately.

Although only two bok choys have been picked so far, there's no guarantee that more won't be taken in the future.

Charles treated everyone in his college like his own children.

Regardless, it's something to be happy about when your own child finds a good home—Wayne is impeccable in every way.

Charles could only sigh and say nothing more.

However, while Charles was able to take it in stride, many others found it difficult to do so.

Given Qin and Emma's excellent qualities, there were quite a few people in the academy who liked them, but at this moment they could only look at the two of them with beaming smiles, feeling a mix of emotions.

They didn't know how much effort Wayne had put into protecting the bottom Ku (although he didn't protect anything except the bottom Ku), all they knew was that their goddess had probably been kicked around for a whole day.

However, since none of them particularly disliked Superman, and many of them were even Wayne's fans, they were unsure whether to envy the idol who had won the admiration of a goddess or the goddess who could get close to her idol.

"In short, Mr. Superman, thank you for everything you've done for mutants."

Cyclops pushed Charles's wheelchair, his gaze complex as he walked toward Wayne—regardless, he was still grateful that the boy had stood up for mutants.

When Qin and Emma saw this, they subconsciously thought that they were about to talk about serious matters. Thinking about how much time they had wasted, their pretty faces immediately turned red.

Therefore, he was eager to use his position as professor to get rid of all the students who were just watching the show.

Wayne's opening statement stunned them: "Professor, it's getting late. Why don't we skip to the last stage?"

"Oh? That's fine too."

"Enjoy the collaboration?"

"...It's a pleasure working with you."

Charles looked at Wayne's outstretched hand and couldn't help but chuckle as he reached out his own.

For Wayne, the important things to discuss had already been discussed with the X-Men by Captain America and the others, so he chose to skip them.

After all, Wayne still had to go back to feed the cat, then go to his girlfriend's house to brush up on his biology, and finally get home before his dear sister got angry and put him under curfew.

As for Kenosha... whatever, I'll go tomorrow.

……

At this time, it was in an island nation called "Kinosha" located on the east coast of Africa.

Magneto, dressed in splendid clothes and almost asleep, looked up at the darkening sky in confusion—it was getting dark, why hadn't Superman come yet?

Didn't that bastard Tony Stark say Superman was coming to visit Kenosha? He's just messing with him!

"Dad, my legs are tired from standing. Do we really have to keep waiting?"

A young silver-haired man, Quicksilver Pietro, Magneto's eldest son, asked with a hint of tears in his eyes.

"No! We can't neglect them!"

Magneto also plans to make a great first impression on Superman so that he can eventually recruit Superman into the mutant camp.

Especially since mutants are no match for Superman, he must aggressively cultivate Superman's goodwill. Even if he can't bring Superman into the mutant camp, he absolutely cannot let him stand on the opposite side.

"Let's wait a little longer."

"Why don't Wanda and the others have to stand?"

"If you say another word, I'll punch you."

Magneto glared at Quicksilver—as my daughters, why would I spoil you if I don't dote on them?

Feeling like I was a stray Quicksilver, I could only obediently shut my mouth and keep standing, comforting myself that it was just training so I could run faster in the future.