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This is a wanton trampling and blasphemy against morality!"

But at the same time, an extremely complex and twisted strange feeling quietly spread in her heart.

It was a perverse sense of satisfaction that came from suddenly being paid attention to and controlled after being ignored for a long time, and this feeling made her feel extremely ashamed and confused.

"Absolutely not, I cannot be so depraved and violate my own moral bottom line!

Morality is the fundamental foundation of being a human being. Once it collapses, I will fall into an endless abyss of darkness and be forever despised by myself." The voice of reason roared in her mind like thunder.

However, the heavy pressure of life and the helplessness of reality are like a heavy shackle, dragging her step by step towards the dark abyss. "If I refuse, I am afraid I will never find such a high-paying job again?

How can we resolve the many difficulties faced by families?

But do we have to abandon morality for these reasons? Is this choice really worth it?

Will I never be able to forgive myself for this?" These worries were like ghosts that lingered in her mind, making it difficult for her to break free.

She once again fell into a deep struggle, her heart like a lone boat in a raging storm, swaying back and forth between morality and reality, resistance and temptation, and almost falling apart.

“How should I choose?

Should we firmly guard our dignity and stick to moral principles, or compromise for the sake of survival and become moral traitors?

Will such a difficult decision make me spend the rest of my life in regret?" May Parker's soul seemed to be suffering from the ruthless torment of a raging fire, and she was in extreme pain.

She continued to feel Fisk caressing her feet, and strange emotions were like countless vines spreading wildly all over her body. It was an indescribable complex feeling, shame burning on her cheeks like hot magma, disgust condensing in her heart like cold frost, helplessness pressing on her chest like a heavy lead block, making her almost breathless, and that indescribable pleasure was like an evil venomous snake, quietly wandering in the depths of her consciousness.

The moral defenses within her heart kept sounding sharp and shrill alarms, each one piercing her soul.

"Stop! This is wrong!" That voice shouted deep in her heart, but the reality of the situation was like an invisible giant black hand, covering up the sound of her resistance and crushing her conscience and dignity bit by bit.

Finally, she gave up struggling and slowly took off her other high-heeled shoe. The action seemed to be in slow motion, and every tiny movement was filled with endless pain and despair.

Her fingers seemed to have lost their strength as she untied her shoelaces clumsily and mechanically. The moment the shoes came off her feet, it seemed as if her soul fell with them.

Moreover, she took the initiative to place her feet on Fisk's open palm.

The moment she made this move, May Parker's eyes were filled with tears. Those tears were not because of sadness, but because of deep disappointment and disgust with herself.

Her heart was filled with self-loathing and deep despair, as if she had fallen into a bottomless dark abyss.

"How did I become like this? How could I give up my principles and dignity so easily?" She asked herself over and over again in her heart, but she couldn't get any answers. Only endless silence and pain echoed in her heart.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost her soul, just an empty shell controlled by the cruelty of reality and the temptation of desire.

She knew she had taken a wrong step, a stain that could not be erased, but she could no longer turn back and could only allow herself to sink deeper and deeper into this dark abyss.

May Parker closed her eyes, trying to escape from it all, but the feeling of humiliation followed her like a shadow, constantly tormenting her heart. Every breath was like inhaling painful poison, causing her soul to suffer.

Fisk looked at May Parker, who had cooperated with him unconditionally, with great satisfaction. His eyes revealed a kind of cunning and complacency after success.

There was a barely perceptible contempt in the corners of his slightly raised mouth, as if he was mocking May Parker's weakness and compromise.

Fisk's eyes wandered over May Parker wantonly, as if he was examining an object that already belonged to him.

"Congratulations, Ms. May Parker, on successfully joining the San Fisk Group." Fisk's voice was low and oppressive. "In a moment, Mr. Lester will take you to get the car, and take you to apply for a salary card and pay you half a year's salary in advance. I hope to see you in the office when I wake up tomorrow morning. I have a full day of work to do tomorrow."

May Parker couldn't help but shudder when she heard these words. She knew in her heart that she had fallen into a vortex from which she couldn't escape easily.

But at this moment, she seemed to have lost the courage to resist and could only endure it all silently.

Fisk did not loosen his grip on May Parker's foot. Instead, he exerted more force, as if that foot was his prey that he was determined to catch.

With a sudden tug, he pulled the defenseless May Parker into his broad arms.

May Parker screamed and tried to struggle, but Fisk held her tightly and she couldn't move.

Then, Fisk stretched out his sturdy hand and gently stroked May Parker's cheek. His fingers had a rough texture, and they brushed across her delicate skin, bringing a trembling touch.

Fisk's eyes flashed with desire, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a wicked smile, and he slowly said: "Dear May Parker, do you know?

I prefer white or black stockings to flesh-colored ones."

His voice was low and magnetic, but at this moment it was full of dangerous temptation, like the whisper of a devil, echoing in May Parker's ears, making her feel creepy, but unable to resist because of fear.

May Parker's tears welled up in her eyes, her eyes were full of fear and helplessness, but she dared not resist at all.

Fisk's breathing became heavier, and he whispered in May Parker's ear: "Remember, in New York, you can't find a job that pays as much as this anywhere else, and you only pay one-third of the salary."

May Parker's body couldn't stop shaking. She bit her lips, trying not to cry out, but her heart was filled with despair.

She knew she was trapped in a nightmare from which she could not escape.

May Parker closed her eyes in despair, and the last glimmer of hope in her heart was completely shattered. She seemed to be able to see the dark days in her future, but she was powerless to change them.

At this time, the car slowly stopped, Fisk let go of May Parker, and said gently: "Get out of the car, Lester will be waiting for you at the door."

May Parker woke up as if from a dream, opened the car door tremblingly, and walked out with unsteady steps.

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Peter Parker leaned on the hospital bed with a grin on his face.

Qin was using needle and thread to sew up the wound on his arm.

Peter Parker looked at everything around him curiously. This was his first time entering Xavier's School for Gifted People. His eyes kept turning, looking at every corner of the room.

The strange portraits hanging on the wall seemed to contain some mysterious power, and the exotic plants placed on the windowsill exuded a fragrance he had never smelled before.

"This place is really special." Peter Parker couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Qin smiled slightly, her hands moving non-stop, and said, "When you are healed, take a good look around and you will find more interesting things."

Peter Parker nodded, his eyes falling on Jean's serious face again, "Are all the people here as powerful as you?"

Qin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Everyone has their own unique abilities and values. The purpose of this school is to allow all mutants to find their own position."

Peter Parker smiled bitterly, "But, I don't seem to be a mutant."

Jean stopped what she was doing, looked into Peter Parker's eyes, and said seriously: "Peter, whether you are a mutant or not is not the key. Your ability and courage, as well as your inner kindness and justice, all make you qualified to be one of us.

And here, you can get better training and guidance, and work together with everyone towards a common goal."

Peter Parker frowned and said hesitantly: "But I still have my own life, my family and friends..."

Qin gently held his hand and said softly, "We won't force you to make any decision, but think about it, in this school, you can be exposed to more advanced technology, grow together with like-minded partners, and face various challenges together. Isn't this what you desire?"

Peter Parker was silent for a moment, lost in thought.

The phone rang and Peter Parker picked up the phone. May Parker's somewhat cold voice asked him why he skipped class today and asked him to go home in twenty minutes, which interrupted the communication between Peter Parker and Jean.

A trace of panic flashed across Peter Parker's face, and he hurriedly said to the phone: "Aunt Mei, I have something to do here. I will be back soon."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Qin apologetically, "Sorry, Qin, I have to go."

Qin nodded in understanding, "It's okay, but I hope you will seriously consider what I said."

Peter Parker stood up and said, "I will." Then he hurriedly left the ward.

Peter Parker ran on the road, his mind in a mess, on the one hand there was Aunt May's reproach, on the other hand there was Jean's suggestion that he join the school.

He didn't know how to make a decision, he just hoped to get home quickly and deal with Aunt Mei first.

When he pushed open the door, panting, May Parker was standing in the living room with her arms folded across her chest, waiting for him with a serious face.

Peter Parker felt that something was wrong with Aunt May today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, and he seemed to smell a familiar smell on Aunt May. But May Parker hadn't recovered from Fisk's actions just now. Her eyes were dull and she didn't have time to scold Peter Parker. She just told him that if she received a notice from the school saying that he skipped class next time, she would never pay attention to Peter Parker again.

Peter Parker was full of doubts. He asked cautiously, "Aunt May, what's wrong with you today? Did something happen?"

May Parker seemed not to have heard his words. She stood there blankly, repeating mechanically, "Next time, you must not skip class again."

Peter Parker felt more and more uneasy. He approached May Parker and gently pulled the corner of her clothes. "Aunt May, please don't be like this. I know I was wrong. Can you tell me what happened?"

May Parker finally came back to her senses, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes, "Nothing, just too tired from work. Go back to your room and do your homework."

Peter Parker looked at May Parker suspiciously, but didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he turned and walked into his room.

May Parker fell onto the sofa and covered her face with her hands. Although her heart was filled with fear and regret, for some reason, Fisk's figure kept appearing in her mind, as if she was moved.

May Parker felt extremely ashamed and confused about the reaction in her mind.

She clearly felt extreme disgust and fear for Fisk's behavior, but why could he not be shaken off?

She tried to push these thoughts out of her mind, telling herself that it was just a confused illusion caused by the extremely tense and unsettling situation.

However, no matter how hard she tried, Fisk's oppressive eyes, deep voice, and strong control kept appearing in her mind.

"How could I do this?" May Parker scolded herself in her heart. "He treated me like that. I shouldn't have reacted like this."

But that strange emotion was like an uncontrollable torrent, breaking through the dam of her rationality again and again.

Chapter 172 Rachel Van Helsing

"There are so many people applying for the job!" Ena Maynard sat in the corner of the hall, chewing gum.

Melanie nodded, "Recently, the economic situation has been deteriorating. It seems that there will be a new financial storm. More and more people are losing their jobs.

That means no homeless people are allowed in Hell's Kitchen now. Other places are almost full of homeless people." Melanie suddenly felt unreal. Not long ago, Hell's Kitchen was still in chaos and ruin, crime was rampant, and the streets were filled with fear and despair.

At that time, people kept their doors closed and did not dare to go out easily, for fear of encountering unexpected events.

Melanie recalled the dark days when Hell's Kitchen was full of abandoned houses, piles of garbage, and gangs fought unscrupulously. Now, it has become the first choice for all kinds of elite white-collar workers.

After they lost their jobs.

There was no choice but to go to the financial center to find a job.

Become an insurance salesman or an office clerk.

Instead, he chose to come to Hell's Kitchen.

Because all the positions, big and small, in the San Fisk Group are vacant. It would be easier for these unemployed people to find jobs here.

"Boss, why are you asking us to squat here?"

"The boss said, let's find those engineers who seem desperate to get a job and record them so that Lester can be tied to another world."

The two people suddenly stopped their conversation because they noticed a woman at the same time. This woman was dressed like a white-collar worker, but her aura did not seem like that of a white-collar worker.

She had an upright posture, steady steps, and sharp and determined eyes. The well-tailored professional suit she wore not only did not conceal her sharpness, but instead highlighted her unique temperament.

Ena Maynard couldn't help but whisper, "This woman doesn't look simple. She doesn't look like an ordinary applicant."

Melanie gently tugged at her clothes, signaling her to be quiet, but her eyes never left the woman.

The woman looked calm as she moved through the crowd without showing any urgency or anxiety. Her eyes seemed to casually scan the people around her, but they seemed to be examining and evaluating them.