Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

At this moment, Mrs. Osborne suddenly felt a tearing sound in her skirt behind her. Fisk actually tore open her skirt and reached out to touch her smooth thighs.

Mrs. Osborne's face turned pale in an instant, her eyes widened, filled with shock and anger, "Fisk, you're crazy!" she roared, her voice trembling with extreme anger.

But before she could make too many angry noises, Fisk kissed her deeply.

Mrs. Osborne's mind went blank. She had never expected Fisk to be so bold. She struggled desperately, trying to push Fisk away, but Fisk was too strong and her resistance seemed so powerless.

Mrs. Osborne's resistance became less and less.

Her heart was in extreme confusion. On the one hand, she was angry and resisted this violation, but on the other hand, her body felt strange under Fisk's strong attack, which gradually weakened her will.

Her hands went from pushing hard at first to just symbolically resisting Fisk. Her eyes went from being firm and angry at first to being confused and hesitant.

Fisk sensed her change and deepened the kiss even more wantonly. Mrs. Osborne's breathing became rapid and disordered. Her mind told her that she should resist firmly, but her body could not help but respond a little.

When Fisk finally let her go, Mrs. Osborne woke up as if from a dream, and the blush on her face was unclear whether it was due to anger or some other complicated emotion.

"I...how could I..." She couldn't believe her reaction just now, and her heart was filled with shame and self-blame.

At the same time, Luna began their performance. Because it was a huge virtual projection, almost everyone at the scene could see their style, and the fireworks in the sky were even more dazzling, colorful and dazzling. No one noticed what was happening between Fisk and Mrs. Osborn. Fisk's palm began to spread unscrupulously on Mrs. Osborn's body.

Mrs. Osborn wanted to struggle, but Fisk whispered in her ear: "Don't you want to save the Osborn Group, ma'am?"

Mrs. Osborne's body suddenly stiffened and her struggling movements stopped instantly.

Her eyes were filled with pain and struggle, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Her body was shaking violently, like a flower about to fall in the wind. Every word seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and her voice was filled with endless grief and helplessness: "You are shameless! You actually threatened me in this way! How can you be so mean and so vulgar!" She glared at Fisk, her eyes filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

However, facing Mrs. Osborne's anger and despair, Fisk felt extremely happy. He had a twisted and ferocious smile on his face, his eyes revealed a perverted satisfaction, and veins bulged on his forehead, like a wolf about to succeed.

Seeing Mrs. Osborn struggling in pain under his threat, his desire was greatly satisfied. Fisk's hands did not stop moving, and his rough fingers moved freely, "Madam, this is not your choice. As long as you obey, the Osborn Group can still be saved. Now, kiss me."

Mrs. Osborne was struggling deep in her heart. She looked at Fisk's ugly expression as if his conspiracy had succeeded, and her heart was filled with resistance.

She bit her lips so hard that they turned white and almost bled. Her brows were furrowed tightly, forming deep 川-shaped lines. Her eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, but also a hint of helplessness and confusion.

She kept asking herself in her heart: "How could I be so depraved? Do I really have to sell out my dignity and soul for the sake of the group?" But when she thought of the many crises facing the Osborne Group and the desperate faces of the employees who might have lost their jobs, her heart softened again.

Two voices in my heart were fighting fiercely. One voice shouted: "Never give in. Even if I lose everything, I must stick to my bottom line!" The other voice whispered: "Just this once, as long as I can save the group, what does this small sacrifice matter?"

In the end, desire and helplessness triumphed over reason and dignity.

Mrs. Osborne slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably, crossing her delicate yet painful face.

Her lips trembled, her body shook like a leaf in the wind, and she moved closer to Fisk and gave him a humiliating kiss.

At this moment in the sky, fireworks are dancing freely like gorgeous elves.

A golden firework was the first to rise into the sky, and bloomed suddenly when it reached its climax, like a huge golden willow tree. Countless slender willow branches stretched out in all directions with bright light, illuminating the entire night sky.

Then, red fireworks followed one after another. They were like burning fireballs, exploding into countless small sparks, falling like a meteor shower. The blue fireworks were like dreamy jellyfish, floating lightly in the air, blooming with a faint blue light, like a dream.

And the green fireworks, like the tender grass in spring, grow vigorously and bloom with vitality.

Spring is also the time when everything flourishes and is full of vitality.

Not far away.

Harry Osborn and Anna, the two young people, were completely infected by the atmosphere of the scene. Like all young people, they followed the music, swayed their bodies constantly, hugged each other and kissed passionately.

Harry Osborn held Anna's waist tightly, their bodies pressed tightly together, as if they were one. Their faces were filled with youthful enthusiasm and joy, and they twisted happily to the rhythm of the music. Harry's eyes were full of desire for Anna, and Anna returned the same fiery gaze.

Their movements were full of energy and passion, like a ignited flame, releasing their inner joy. Every swing, every hug, every passionate kiss conveyed their desire and love for each other.

Although, they were not a couple before that.

But what does it matter?

Mrs. Osborne slowly opened her eyes.

Although Mrs. Osborne was filled with reluctance, the feeling of kissing still made her feel an unprecedented excitement, and she began to become fascinated by this feeling.

Her heart was like a stormy ocean, surging and turbulent. Her reason was like a lighthouse, tottering in the gale, and the waves of desire were hitting the moral embankment one after another.

The sound of her condemning herself was like the howling of the wind on the sea, sharp and shrill, but her body responded like a ship swept away by the waves, drifting involuntarily.

Her breathing became rapid and disordered, and the moral defenses in her heart collapsed bit by bit, like a dam eroded by termites, seemingly solid but actually vulnerable.

She knew it was wrong, it was depraved, but in that moment of pleasure she lost herself, like a moth to a deadly flame.

When his lips finally parted, Mrs. Osborne woke up as if from a dream, her eyes filled with fear and regret.

She couldn't believe that she actually felt enjoyment under such coercion, and she felt extremely ashamed and self-blame.

"What have I done..."

She muttered to herself, her body leaning limply into Fisk's arms.

At this moment, Mrs. Osborn suddenly discovered her son Harry Osborn not far away, and was immediately filled with indescribable fear.

Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an icy hand, and every beat was accompanied by a sharp pain. The fear was like an invisible cold current, quickly spreading throughout her body, almost freezing her blood. Her eyes were fixed on her son as if attracted by a magnet, unable to move away, her mind was blank, and her thoughts seemed to stop at this moment.

"Oh my God, if Harry sees this, how should I face him? Will I become the unbearable mother in his mind?" This thought was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting her heart.

She felt as if she was in a bottomless abyss, falling continuously, but could not find any life-saving straw to grab onto.

Mrs. Osborne's face turned pale instantly, and her body trembled uncontrollably, as if she had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt. She wanted to escape from this place immediately, from this scene that made her feel ashamed and terrified, but she found that her legs were pressed down heavily by lead blocks and she could not move at all.

Just then, Fisk also discovered Harry Osborn.

"Wow, look who that is?" Fisk was not panicked at all. Instead, he whispered in Mrs. Osborn's ear with a very malicious look: "Mrs. Osborn, what do you think Harry will think when he sees this? The girl in his arms is so beautiful, but she seems to be a few points behind you."

Mrs. Osborne begged Fisk to stop talking, but Fisk suddenly reached out and untied the ribbon of her panties.

The refreshing feeling filled Mrs. Osborne's eyes with fear and despair. "Please, don't do this, Fisk, please!" Her voice was crying, almost a desperate roar.

However, Fisk turned a deaf ear to her pleas, and acted even more recklessly with an evil smile on his face.

At this moment, Harry seemed to notice something strange here and looked in their direction.

At the critical moment, Fisk covered Mrs. Osborn. Harry did not see his mother. He just felt that Fisk's figure was somewhat familiar. However, soon all his attention was attracted by Anna in his arms again.

Although Anna was not as attractive to him as Gwen, she was also a popular young beauty. It was just that Gwen was so outstanding that all the girls in the school were overshadowed by her.

Mrs. Osborne was breathing heavily under Fisk's protection, still feeling frightened.

Her body was still trembling, and the thrill of that moment just now made her heart almost jump out of her throat.

"Fisk, you devil, if Harry finds out, I will never let you go!" Mrs. Osborne lowered her voice and said viciously.

At this moment, Mrs. Osborne's heart was like a stormy ocean.

Fear, anger, shame and regret intertwined together, constantly attacking her mental defenses.

Fisk suddenly raised his hand. A pair of very delicate light green panties kept floating on his fingers. He greedily took a deep breath and then placed it in front of Mrs. Osborne. "Look what this is?"

Fisk suddenly raised his hand, and a pair of extremely delicate, light green panties with a faint luster fluttered freely on his rough fingers. He greedily lowered his head and took a deep breath like a hungry wolf, as if he was smelling the most tempting fragrance in the world, and then put it in front of Mrs. Osborne, with an evil smile, and said in a weird tone: "Look at what this is?"

Mrs. Osborne's eyes widened instantly, filled with extreme fear and anger, her lips trembled, and her face turned livid.

Her body involuntarily shrank back, and she subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, trying to suppress the scream that was about to come out. "No, you devil!" Her voice was filled with desperate cries, and her body was shaking violently, as if she was in a world of ice and snow.

"Ma'am, don't be so angry. This is a treasure I just took from you." Fisk said with a smile on his face. "Don't cover your mouth with your hands. It's like I'm forcing you to do something bad. Just bite this!"

Mrs. Osborne's face was full of resistance, and she shook her head vigorously, "No, I will never listen to you!"

But Fisk suddenly said, "You are an agent, right? Mrs. Osborn, an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Mrs. Osborne, whose secret was discovered, collapsed even more, tears welling up in her eyes. "No, no, I'm retired."

Fisk snorted, "Retire? Tsk, tsk, tsk, SHIELD won't let any agent go easily."

Mrs. Osborne's voice trembled, "I swear, I really have quit, please let me go."

Fisk pressed on, "That's not up to you. Besides, you still owe me a favor. Have you forgotten? Open your mouth!"

Mrs. Osborn was still unwilling to bite her panties, so Fisk carried her and moved towards the direction where her son, Harry Osborn, was.

Mrs. Osborne's heart suddenly sank, and fear overwhelmed her like a tide. "Fisk, you can't do this, please!" Her voice was full of despair and pleading.

Fisk was unmoved and sneered, "It's not up to you unless you obey me."

He said as he continued to move in Harry's direction.

Mrs. Osborne finally gave up the struggle and gently bit the green edge.

Her eyes became empty and lifeless, tears kept sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her light green panties.

At this moment, her dignity was completely crushed, and her heart was filled with endless humiliation and self-loathing.

But suddenly she felt as if she had become much more relaxed, as if the mask she had been wearing on her face had disappeared, and she actually began to slowly enjoy herself in her heart.

This strange feeling shocked and frightened her. How could she have such a feeling in such an unbearable situation?

She tried to resist this undue enjoyment, but her body refused to obey her, as if an invisible force was pulling her.

Mrs. Osborne was in an even more confused struggle. On the one hand, she felt extremely ashamed of her reaction that went against morality and conscience. On the other hand, she could not resist the strange pleasure that was gradually spreading.

As she was torn between these two extreme emotions, Fisk's actions became more bold and wanton...

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Anna suddenly felt that Harry Osborn was not moving.

She looked up, only to find Harry Osborn's expression twisted.

"Mother......?"

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"Lester, do you know what the luckiest thing in my life is?"

He reached out and took the flowers from Lester's hand.

"You're not hiring me, are you, boss?" Lester had a bruised face and looked extremely embarrassed.

Just from his miserable appearance, it was not difficult for Fisk to guess.

The fishing plan in Hell's Kitchen did not go as smoothly as expected.

However, the fact that he was able to stand here showed that he had finally caught the fish.

"Congratulations on your guess. How about it? How many fish did you catch? Are you the sea fishing champion?"

"The fishing net was cut, and only four fish were caught!" Lester spat bloody phlegm on the ground in an indecent manner, "A group of mutants suddenly appeared, called the X-Men, it's inexplicable."