Free Web NovelChapter 39: 39: How am I supposed to spin this???
You are not your job. You are not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
~ Tyler Durden
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On the day they got back to the Midtown apartment. Starlight was wearing her sexy costume to welcome Hillel.
The second the door opened Cate’s jaw hit the floor.
In her eyes Starlight was America’s sweetheart, pure and sweet. She never expected her to be this bold in private.
Starlight quickly wrapped her cape around herself and shot Hillel a glare. "Why the hell did you bring this blonde chick back again?"
"Annie, Cate’s just visiting. You don’t have to roll out the red carpet."
Hillel said, looking a little awkward.
It wasn’t that a threesome was off the table, but with both girls rocking the same hair color some aesthetic fatigue was bound to kick in.
"Uh, Mr Guardian, I’ll head out. You two have fun!"
Cate bolted like she was escaping a fire.
Starlight was probably really strong too. After all, a woman without some serious durability probably couldn’t handle a supe at The Guardian’s level.
Damn! Unimaginable. Absolutely unimaginable!
The door barely clicked shut before Starlight dropped the cape and stalked toward Hillel like a predator.
The tight, sexy version of her Starlight costume hugged every curve. Cleavage pushed up perfectly, the fabric clinging to her toned waist and flaring over her firm ass.
The gold accents gleamed under the apartment lights.
"Bolting like that, that Cate girl knows what’s better for her.." She grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down into a fierce kiss.
Hillel grinned against her mouth, hands immediately sliding down to grip her ass. "Jealous, Starlight?"
"Shut up." She bit his lower lip, wild and emotional, pushing him back toward the bedroom. "Why would I be jealous? I’m the one who gets to fuck you, after all."
Damn, that look is hot! In one smooth motion, Hillel lifted her, hands under her thighs, and carried her to the bed.
"The look in your eyes is making my blood go wild.." He tossed her down and climbed on top, his god-like body caging her as he pinned her wrists above her head. "You sure you can handle my wild side?"
Annie arched up, rubbing herself against the hard bulge in his pants. "Yeah. As I said, I want you. Now."
After going through all those emotional stages when she learned that Hillel was going to confront an S-class supe terrorist, and after seeing the live feed of him scorching the earth with his heat beams, Annie was feeling a little wild, too.
Hillel pushed the two wide strings of her top that were not doing a good job of hiding her pale breasts, exposing her perky nipples. He attacked them hungrily. Licking, sucking, and gently biting one nipple while his hand kneaded the other.
"Haah~" Annie moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. The lights in the room flickered as her powers surged with her rising lust.
He released her wrists only to flip her onto her stomach. He yanked the sluty costume down, exposing her toned ass and those long, strong legs.
Smack! Jiggle~! Smack! Jiggle~ jiggle~!
Hillel gave her big ass a couple of light, stinging spanks that made her gasp and push back against him.
Damn.. the giggle physics of this thing is crazy.
"What? The symbol of justice is an ass man?" Annie giggled and playfully wobbled her ass.
Faaaaa! This wild Annie too much! I’m gonna get a nosebleed!
"Haah! That’s it! I’m gonna breed you today!" He hastily positioned his cock behind her and thrust in deep in one smooth stroke.
"Oh fuuuuck~!" Annie cried out in pleasure, gripping the sheets as he filled her completely.
Pa! Pa!~ Pa! Pa!
The pace was hard and claiming. Deep, powerful strokes that made her toned body shake. Watery sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room along with her moans.
"Haah~ Ahh~ Slow down a little.. Oh~"
Hillel leaned down, one hand reaching around to play with her breasts while the other gripped her hip. He kissed and bit along her neck and shoulder, never slowing down.
"Heh! No can do! I’m gonna pound you till you see stars!"
That day the whole building had another power outage.
This time it took out half the street. The electrician was completely lost.
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"Get a Gypsy in here to check this place. Your building is cursed as hell."
"More than a dozen fuses blown this month. Gotta be evil spirits."
"Don’t scare me like that, I just saw The Conjuring last night! Hey! Don’t forget to call a priest too!"
The electrician swapped the fuses and tripped on his way out. He crossed himself immediately. "Fuck! Annabelle, don’t come near me! In the name of the Lord! Be gone!"
"Hey! Stop shouting, you just stepped on a banana peel."
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Meanwhile,
Pa! Pa!
"Ahh~ Hillel, I feel like my powers have gotten way stronger lately. I.. Oh~ think I can even fly now," Starlight said.
"Really? You gotta practice this shit. The more you do it, the stronger you get!"
Starlight’s body kept getting tougher with every session.
Even though she got a fresh experience every time, it didn’t give any extra ability points.
Hillel wondered if he should come up with some new tricks for Cate. Ability points were just too tempting.
Who wouldn’t want to evolve into a super version of themselves?
The two of them didn’t pass out until the early hours.
Not long after, Ashley’s call came through.
"Mr. Guardian, at two this afternoon Vought has set up an exclusive interview. CNN’s top host is flying in just for you."
"Why the fuck are they targeting me? Send me the files. I’ll make her disappear."
Ashley double-checked her call log to make sure she had dialed The Guardian and not Homelander.
She was getting the feeling that as The Guardian kept showing off his power he was slowly turning into Homelander 2.0.
Before he called himself a partner of justice. Yesterday he went full "I am justice itself."
There was a huge difference between those two lines.
People were already attacking his statement from yesterday, calling it iron-fisted tyranny. Even worse than Homelander.
Hillel had no clue about any of that. He just felt like the spot under his nose had been itchy lately, like hair was about to sprout.
"The Guardian, you misunderstood. It’s not targeting you. It’s an exclusive interview just for you," Ashley corrected herself.
"Oh. Got it!"
Hillel scratched his head. He wasn’t sure if he was still half asleep or if his bloodline upgrade had made him too Viltrumite. Their culture wasn’t exactly known for being deep.
"Not going."
"Uh, this was personally approved by Edgar."
"Fuck Edgar! Tell him exactly what I said." Hillel hung up.
His head had barely hit the pillow when he called Ashley back.
"Ashley, you got a boyfriend?"
"Huh?" Ashley touched her temple. How the hell did The Guardian jump topics that fast?
"Oh, never mind. Forget I asked."
Hillel hung up. Annie’s eyes on the other side of the pillow were sparkling as she stared right at him, like she’d picked up on a keyword.
"Haah, you had a wild look, but now you look so cute like this. Let’s go for another round!." Hillel pulled her close.
"No, I’m exhausted..."
"Burn that little universe of yours. Push past your limits. I believe in you! Plus ultra!"
After this battle Starlight had learned her lesson completely.
On the other side Ashley hung up, sat in her chair, rubbed her legs, bit her lip, and picked the phone up again.
"Eddie, we’re done. Don’t contact me anymore. Why are we breaking up? Because you’re a fucking sissy! Don’t come to Vought looking for me. I’m scared The Guardian will get the wrong idea!"
Ashley put the phone down and let out a long sigh of relief.
If it was The Guardian she could totally accept it. He was one of the strongest supes in the world, and even Edgar didn’t dare fuck with him. That kind of man was a thousand times better than the loser she had at home.
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Two o’clock in the afternoon.
Hillel headed back to Vought. Edgar was really going all out.
He had bumped Hillel’s pay up ten times, put him in charge of promoting the Supe Felony Processing Unit, and worked things out with the White House so Hillel could run cross-border operations wherever American troops were stationed.
At the same time he set up massive publicity, making sure every move The Guardian made got pushed to every American citizen and the rest of the world.
Vought Tower first-floor studio.
Lights, cameras, and teleprompters were all set.
CNN’s ace host Jessica was already sitting in the host chair.
She was one of the highest-rated news anchors in the country. She’d interviewed three presidents, two Nobel Peace Prize winners, and countless celebrities and politicians.
But today her palms were sweating like crazy.
This wasn’t some celebrity or politician. She was about to interview a supe whose heat vision alone packed the punch of a nuke. She was damn near pissing herself.
Still, if she nailed this interview her career would hit a whole new level.
When Hillel walked into the studio the entire crew, including the host, stood up to greet him. They only sat down after he casually took his seat.
"Ah! The Guardian, it’s an honor to interview you, sir."
"You’re too kind." Hillel sat back, legs crossed.
Jessica settled into her chair. The live broadcast started.
"The Guardian, first of all congratulations on successfully eliminating the terrorist Farid. The whole world is talking about yesterday’s footage. Can you tell us how you felt during the fight?"
"Uh, Farid’s toilet wasn’t built very well."
Jessica froze for a second. What the hell did the toilet have to do with anything?
"I mean your feelings during the battle. Facing an S-class supe terrorist, did you feel any pressure?"
"Oh, none."
"Not even a little?"
"No. It was just a hand blade. Nothing complicated."
Jessica’s smile froze. This wasn’t going according to script!
Normally you were supposed to talk about how tough the fight was, how you traded blows back and forth, how the opponent had you on the ropes for a while. Then at the critical moment when you were about to lose...
...you think of your family, you think of the American people cheering you on, your duty to protect freedom, and then you power up and finish the guy.
You weren’t supposed to sound so casual either. You should shed a few tears, show that even an iron man has a soft side.
You... how the fuck am I supposed to spin this...
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