Free Web NovelChapter 4: Chapter 4 - Strange condition for copy
After a quick shower, Vincent came out from the bathroom. He noticed a fresh set of clothes on the sink and wore it.
He went to the living room and saw Hera reading a book. She smiled at him warmly.
Vincent took a seat and thanked her for the shower.
"You can sleep in my daughter’s bedroom. It is clean." She said, "It is fine, right?"
Vincent nodded.
"So, what is your plan for the future?" She asked, suddenly.
Their previous conversation was mostly about hobbies and such. Nothing deep. You could say that it was just a small chit chat between two strangers.
"Find a job and a place to sleep."
"Your education?" She asked.
Vincent took out a piece of paper which he found in his clothes and gave it to Hera. She looked into it and exclaimed in surprise.
"Wow, I graduated from Gale university. It is quite good. You can get a few jobs with this degree."
"Yeah, I am planning on searching for jobs with this." Vincent admitted. He found this paper and his identification card in his pocket. Must be the work of Eris.
At least, she did a good job with all this.
"I just hope I can find a nice job." Vincent said and laid back on the seat.
Suddenly, his stomach grumbled and he pressed down his belly with a flushed face. ’Damn, can’t I act cool?’
Hera laughed and closed the book she was reading. The title said, How to spend time.
A really specific book.
In his eyes, she was practically screaming for something to do. ’Guess, it is time to soothe her mind.’
"I will make dinner."
"Can I help?" Vincent asked.
"I won’t mind but how is your skill in the kitchen?"
"Very good." Vincent declared with pride.
"Then, you can help me."
Vincent nodded and followed her to the kitchen. Dinner was fried rice and soup. Vincent cut the vegetables and meat for the cooking.
After he prepared everything, Hera came and did her job. She opened up the stove.
For some reason, he expected some kind of advanced technology inside the house. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, although this world looked futuristic, everything was the same.
"I can see something is troubling you." Vincent said, as he watched her pour out the cooking oil into a hot pan.
Vincent chose the timing right for his question.
"It is really visible."
"I am sure not everyone can see but my eyes are sharp. And people tell me that I am good at figuring things out." Vincent muttered.
"To tell you the truth, I am having a hard time choosing between going back to my old job or living like this." Hera said.
"What kind of job? Do you love it?" He asked.
"It is a job I always wanted to do as a child. And I got it but due to circumstances, I have to leave." freewebnσvel.cøm
"I assume it is related to your daughter."
"Yeah. Now that she is living her own life. I think it is time to follow mine."
"Then why not?" Vincent tilted his head. "What is stopping you?"
"Nothing, it is just that I am too old." Hera said, blushing.
"Is that it? Hera." He called out her name.
She turned her eyes to him.
"You are not old. I am sure you can do it. How about you give it a try and see if you can keep up with it. I am sure you can."
"Guess, that is the only way." Hera muttered.
They finished the dinner and Vincent cleaned the dishes. The earthquake has calmed down and Hera said the monster was defeated but the rain remained, pouring down to earth.
Harsh Gale was an impressive hero. His power alone altered nature. From the name, he could guess that his power was wind related.
Vincent went upstairs and fell into the bed. Sleep took over him almost immediately.
***
Groaning, Vincent squinted against the sunlight coming through the curtains before following out of the bed.
He stared at the wall for a moment and sighed. The sun was just coming up. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time.
It was 5 am.
He expected some kind of fatigue but his body was full of energy.
He let out a frustrated sigh and stood up and stretched his body. He did a light exercise and went downstairs to wash his face.
Since the sun was down and the curtains were closed, the interior was barely visible to the naked eyes. But Vincent had memorized the outline of the interior and easily walked through.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure, standing in the living room. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at the figure.
It was most likely Hera as the figure was in the similar shape as the definition of the word Milf.
But the difference was she wore tight latex clothes, fully revealing her curves and assets for the world to see.
Vincent ignored those and his eyes wandered on to the clothes itself. No. It was like a costume.
A very very tight costume.
He continued watching her. Hera tried to move around in her costume, she made a pose and changed into the next one.
It was probably embarrassing for her but Vincent couldn’t peel his eyes off her. Each time she moved, her breast followed and her ass juggled like jelly.
After a dozen embarrassing poses, she stopped and looked confident with herself.
"I still got it."
She said, clenching her hand into a fist.
Vincent tried to turn away from her but stumbled on the plastic bag. His feet pressed on it, making a crunching noise in the cold morning.
"Who is there?"
The light on the ceiling immediately turned on, revealing him to Hera.
And he also saw her costume. It was an orange color with red strips across the costume. And it was visible that she wore it when she was young.
And the costume wasn’t like those low quality things from the online, it was hand crafted and made to last long. The quality of the costume was splendid.
Hera looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. She pointed at him and noticed her own outfit. A blush appeared on her face almost immediately and hid herself.
"It is fine. You look wonderful. I am sure, people will come to you." Vincent immediately mumbled a few words.
"Thanks." Hera said, and turned her eyes back to him. " What?"
Her loud voice echoed through the living room.
Vincent tilted his head, wondering why she was confused at his words.
’I meant, it all made sense. Why did she invite him to her house without worry? Why are there no such photos of the husband? And she looked timid and confident at the same time. Every piece of her led to one answer.’
"What do you think my job is?" Hera asked, noticing an understanding in his eyes.
"Don’t get mad."
"I won’t." She appeared to be more comfortable with her costume and relaxed visibly.
"I think you are a porn star or someone in the business related to that."
As soon as he made the deduction, visible smoke came out from her head and Vincent felt his Soft Copy nudging him.
After the smoke, the hair of Hera’s head erupted in flame.
Oh!
Vincent realized the glaring mistake in his deduction. The superpower existed in this world.
He chuckled dryly, staring at the flaming Hera. She was hot. Literally. fгeewebnovёl.com
Sweat formed on his face and he wiped it. After seeing her ability, his own Soft Copy told him the condition to copy her power.
A deep kiss.
Vincent ignored that useless condition and focused more on his life. He stepped back.
"You said you won’t get mad." He said out loud, pretending to be calm.
"I won’t." Hera said with a sigh and turned off her power. The flame disappeared and her hair returned to normal.
"So what is your new guess?" She asked with a defeated look. Now that she revealed her power, she felt like nothing else mattered anymore.
