Free Web NovelChapter 7: Chapter 7 - Pervert, Pervert
Vincent left the room and looked around. At first, he wanted to search Katherine and found that it was indeed impossible. He didn’t want to intrude on the place even if he got the job from the boss.
So he retraced his ways and entered the guestroom.
’Ah.’ His choice was correct as in the room, both Katherine and Hera were in.
Hera put down the book she was reading and stood up.
She walked over to him and raised her eyebrows. "So? How is the interview?"
Vincent flashed a big smile and put out a thump. "I got it."
Katherine stood up from her seat and came to him. She stared at him, up and down and nudged her thick glasses.
"Then, let’s go."
Vincent tilted his head. "Where?"
"To buy you stuff? Didn’t Nathan tell you?"
Vincent’s lips curved and shook his head. "He only said he is hiring me as a junior detective and left."
Katherine lifted up her hand and pointed at him. "Lie. You are a liar."
Vincent smiled widened even more at that.
Hera was confused and looking at the tension forming between the two. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"You got me." Vincent said, surrendering. "Superpower?"
Katherine nodded. "Let’s talk on the way, I don’t want to waste time."
Vincent nodded and turned to Hera. "So, this is where we part?"
"Don’t be silly, you are going to accompany me in my shopping. You need clothes right?"
"Yes and a few things."
"Great, I will tag along with you. After that, you will follow me for my shopping." Hera suggested.
Vincent didn’t understand why she was enthusiastic about tagging with him. But thinking about it, the situation somewhat made sense. He was the one who pushed her to pursue her old dream.
And of course, she was still afraid of taking a step. That was why she needed someone to push her even more.
If he managed to push more, he could have gained a relationship with her. He had tasted a fair share of Milf in the past but this type of body was hard to come by.
He gulped inwardly. While he had interior motives for selfish reasons, he still wanted to help Hera in her dream.
Hera turned to Katherine and asked. "I can tag around right?"
"Sure but let’s hurry. I barely have time to piss." she answered in an unladylike manner.
Vincent whistled.
The group left the building and went to the giant store stationed in the middle. Katherine brought out a car and let the two come with her.
Vincent looked at the shopping mall and was impressed by it. The sheer size of the mall was about the same as in his old world. And everything inside was related to superheroes stuff?
He could wait to see the inside.
And his excitement was crushed by reality. There was no superhero tech in there. It was just a regular shopping mall.
"People really live here." Vincent muttered. He needed to change his thinking about this dome. It wasn’t just a hide out for heroes and protection from non superpower individuals.
It was a part of the City.
"While not everyone knew of this place, there were still a lot of people living here. Mainly, government families, celebrities and important figures needed for protection and the Family of superheroes." Hera explained.
"Of course, not everyone lived there. Some hid everything from their partners." She added.
Vincent looked at her and nodded. " Sometimes, you need a secret to be a human."
"Maybe." Hera said.
They stopped at the men’s clothing store. Vincent chose some easy going outfit and a few underwear ( A lot in normal standard.)
He wanted to choose work clothes but Katherine said they were going to be handmade.
Great. His boss was loaded with cash and didn’t seem stingy either. He was delighted.
After packing everything he bought, he grabbed the bags and followed the two women.
Hear turned back and extended her hand. Vincent stared at the hand and put all the bags he carried to the left side and grabbed her hand with his right, interlocking with each finger softly.
Hera was taken back by this for some reason. Her face flushed with redness unfitting of her age. She immediately let go of his hand.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly, voice filled with embarrassment.
"I thought you wanted to hold my hand." Vincent answered naughtily and laughed.
"No." She denied. "I am just lending a helping hand, seeing you struggle with those bags."
"Ah, I see." Vincent chuckled. "Thanks, but.. I won’t let beautiful women carry my burden."
"So an ugly one can carry?" Katherine said from the side. "You, nasty man."
Vincent didn’t expect the insult from her and laughed. "Let me speak more into my view. I consider every person as beautiful. Unless their heart is tainted with evil."
"An advanced pervert."
"Haha."
Hera shook her head from the side. "Give it to me. It is uncomfortable to carry, right?"
"Are you sure you can handle it? It is heavy." Vincent pointed out. Beside clothing, he also bought some hygiene and books and other stuff.
"I can. Don’t forget. I am a superhero. Besides my own unique ability, every powered individual has a super physique." Hera said with a smile.
Vincent nodded and split one third of the bags he carried and gave it to her.
Hera took the bags and walked with a proud smile. She was too cute.
Vincent coughed and asked for the next stop. Apparently, it was a very prestigious clothing store. They chose their customers themselves.
As for how Hera got their ticket, he was going to need a lot of learning about the world. He wasn’t in that much of a hurry as the detective’s office was bound to have neatly put information.
Vincent looked up at the store’s name and found none. It just said in bold, Costume for heroes. Very effective advertisement.
As soon as they entered the store, he noticed the atmosphere changed. The sound around them softened, almost like a whisper.
And warmth air left, replaced by cold and bone chilling sensation. Vincent felt goosebumps popping out from his spine and got closer to Hera.
Hera announced the changes on him and released her power subtly.
"Thanks." Vincent said.
He looked around the dark shop and saw fabric placed messily all over the place. The design sheet fell on the ground.
A hunched old man slowly walked over to the group and looked up, his gloomy eyes observing the incomers.
"Hera?" He said in a hoarse voice, clearly showing the sign of aging if you ignored the many wrinkles on his face.
Hera nodded with a smile. "Long time no see, Old Cloak."
"Long time no see, my ass. I haven’t seen you in a while. Life has been busy with you, I assume." The old man named Old Cloak spat and laughed.
Vincent cringed. He sighed inwardly. He needed to get used to the strange code name of this world.
Old Cloak noticed his expression and pushed the cane to his stomach.
"Ouch." He yelled out in pain and was about to stumble when Hera grabbed him. He felt her body pressing on him, her tight skin warped around his arms glazing her soft breast.
’Thanks, Old Cloak.’
"Who is that?"
Katherine stepped forward and introduced him. "He is a pervert."
And she stopped.
"Nothing to add?" Vincent protested.
"Fine." Katherine rolled her eyes. "He is the junior detective of ours. So you have made him a suit fitted for the job as per contract."
"Alright. Alright." Old Cloak waved his hand and stomped his cane in the tile underneath.
Spark flew out from the cane due to the impact. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Woah. He has a superpower?"
"Yes." Hera said from the side. "Thread manipulation. If you have clothes on you, he can control it."
"That is powerful stuff."
"Not anymore, kiddo." Old Cloak chuckled. A footsteps echoed behind him. Then, a young man in mid- twenties came from the shadows, wearing a dark suit that looked rather uncomfortable on him.
"Oh." Hera voiced in surprise. "You finally accepted an apprentice."
"These old bones can’t work anymore and he is good. More talented than me." Old Cloak answered and pointed at the two, Vincent and Hera.
"Take the measurements of those two."
The young man nodded and took out a few things and started his job.
First, he measured Hera. His hands were quick and after a few minutes, he wrote down everything into a notebook and came to him.
As he was measuring, Vincent measured. "What is your name? I am Vincent."
"Wilson." The young man replied sharply.
"Nice to meet you, Wilson. You bet I am coming here often."
"Why? You think our quality is bad." Wilson said, looking confused.
"I don’t mean that way." Vincent said with a sigh. "With my job, I don’t think I can keep the suit sharp all the time."
"That’s because you haven’t experienced our clothes." Wilson said and backed away as he finished the measurements.
Vincent looked around and found that Old Cloak had taken everyone to another place in the store.
The old man was drawing the costume design of Hera. Some were very provocative and sexy. Hera blushed as she stared at those.
Vincent whistled.
"You like these things?" Hera asked suddenly.
Vincent nodded boldly. What kind of man wouldn’t like to see her wearing those outfits? Well, gays existed but he was sure that they would appreciate more than straight men.
"I like it in the bed but I would probably turn to the side if I saw it out in the open." Vincent spoke the truth.
"At least, you are a closet pervert." Katherine jabbed him.
Vincent smiled. He didn’t understand why she was aiming insults at him. Did he do something wrong? Or maybe she is testing him?
So many possibilities, now that superpowers were added to the table.
After a battle with the Freak Old Cloak, Hera chose a rather moderate costume.
As for Vincent, Wilson handled the designs. He didn’t need anything fancy about the suit but he asked for a lot of pockets. A hidden one.
