Free Web NovelChapter 61: 61: Who Is Ryan’s Favourite Supe?!
The training continued for a month straight.
During the day, Hillel ravaged the two supes in a hellish manner.
Jordan almost always wanted to take off its clothes, but Hillel had no interest in it.
Jordan could only place its hopes on Cate Dunlap. Hearing that The Guardian had a thing for blondes, it wanted Cate Dunlap to make a sacrifice.
Cate Dunlap didn’t have any objections, but Hillel’s mind was full of muscles. He only had the desire to train them to death and turned a blind eye to temptation.
What a sigma male!
At night. Hillel continued to partner with Maeve to fight supe crime.
Not just in Brooklyn, but supe crime across all of New York dropped sharply during this period.
On social media, Maeve’s popularity continued to soar.
Her declining approval rating had now reached an all-time high.
And that full HD interview video that could overturn the values of the people of America had still not been released on the News’ YouTube channel.
The reporter, Steven, was still waiting for the prize pool to accumulate.
After the night training ended.
One in the morning.
Starlight didn’t come back today. She was on a business trip on the other side of the city.
Maeve sent a matching message.
Maeve: Are you busy?
Hillel: Oh? I have matters to attend unto, yet for the Queen I shall ever find leisure. What is thy will?
Maeve: Haah. Since Starlight is on a business trip, what are your plans for today?
Hillel: Naught else, for I have fulfilled my labors for this day; peradventure I shall summon Cate and Jordan, that we may behold Avatar together. (P.S. Not the blue one.)
Maeve: Stop with the Shakespearean. Wanna come to my place?
Hillel: Is it what I’m thinking it is?
Maeve: Don’t make me wait.
Hillel arrived at Maeve’s doorstep in a second. The Queen had left the door unlocked for him.
He opened the door and went in.
The Queen was wrapped in a bath towel, standing fresh and radiant before Hillel.
The moment she saw him, she let the towel drop to the floor without a word.
"Heh, that was fast~"
Her body was flawless, toned muscle under soft, pale skin, full breasts, and strong thighs that could crush steel. Water droplets still clung to her shoulders and collarbone from the shower.
After countless team-ups with him, she had come to judge his character as that of a bad boy with a soft heart. Flying with him countless times in a princess carry and seeing him help people and fight crime had made her heart flutter more than once.
Paired with her growing ratings to an all-time high, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that she wanted a piece of him.
She had secretly tracked Annie’s schedule and had been waiting for this day.
"Like what you see?"
The Queen beckoned, initiating this war.
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Hillel didn’t answer with words.
He crossed the distance in a blur, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her effortlessly. Maeve wrapped her thick thighs around his hips, her fingers digging hard into his shoulders as their mouths crashed together.
There was no gentleness.
On the windowsill, Maeve howled at the moon.
...
During this time, Homelander came to find him once.
On the rooftop.
Hillel wore sunglasses, covering half his face.
He held a bucket of popcorn in his hand, using his super vision to watch the interesting scenery of the entire city.
For example, the Supe Association was secretly hosting an orgy.
A female supe who could split herself was entertaining different supes at the same time.
There was a second-tier superhero named Termite, who was playing an exploration adventure with his boyfriend.
These gays play the hardest.
And... The Deep.
This kid was still enjoying the octopus suction cups.
The life of the invincible is just this simple and unadorned.
Until Homelander arrived.
His expression... was a forced smile, forced to perform.
"How is the matter with Ryan progressing?" Hillel didn’t take off his sunglasses.
"Very well!"
Homelander’s tone feigned lightness.
"Ryan and I are getting along very well. He likes me a lot. We went on the drop tower together, and he was very happy..."
"Stop!"
Hillel took off his sunglasses. freewebnovel.cσ๓
"Your heart rate is as fast as if you’re at a rave!"
Homelander’s shoulders slumped.
His face was full of the defeat of a loser.
"I... pushed him off the roof."
Hillel was not surprised by this at all.
"He can fly. I can feel it. That’s how I awakened when I was a child..."
Homelander hurriedly explained.
"So, the kid was knocked unconscious by your fatherly love on the spot?"
"...No... Alright... He did pass out."
Homelander shrugged. "Then the kid cried. I coaxed him for almost an hour, and I still haven’t managed to comfort him."
"Serves you right!"
Hillel continued to watch the lives of everyone.
Homelander lowered his head, his lips moving mutely.
"So... can you teach me?"
"Fuck off."
"I’m serious."
"John, I’m happy you came to find me, but your attitude when asking for help doesn’t sit well with me. You don’t even want to call me Godfather!"
Homelander: "..."
Homelander didn’t speak after that and just stood there with his hands behind his back.
Homelander stood on the side like a child who had made a mistake, not saying a word.
If it were anyone else, daring to make Homelander wait like this, they would have long been sliced into pieces by heat vision.
But when Hillel scolded him, Homelander could just endure it, and there was even a... strange sense of comfort?
From Homelander’s perspective, a normal friendship should be like this: if you do something wrong, a friend will scold you and point out your problems.
He was surrounded by sycophants and dim-witted villains. Hypocritical praise was not as good as a hearty scolding.
Even though Hillel’s mouth was truly filthy!
"...Then what should I do?"
After a long while, Homelander asked in a low voice.
He even stole a glance at Hillel’s expression.
"Kids hold grudges, but they are also easy to coax. Bring a gift, go to his house and apologize sincerely, tell him you were wrong, that you shouldn’t have done that, and let The Guardian play in the future."
Homelander’s expression was very conflicted. "I am his father. A father apologizing to his son?"
"So what? If you can’t even apologize, you’re just a wimp, a sissy!"
Hillel was merciless.
"Then... what kind of gift should I buy?"
"How the hell would I know? Ryan isn’t my son. I can’t just go and fuck Becca, let her give birth to one for me, and then guide you on the spot!"
Homelander waved his hands repeatedly.
"Bro, your language system is becoming more and more explosive. Becca is my child’s mother, after all!"
Hillel glanced at Homelander. "My brother, you are truly a master of playing dumb! That is someone else’s wife. If she weren’t locked up by Vought, I suspect if she went out to buy a ham, she would run into seven or eight people who wanted to fuck her!"
Homelander couldn’t quite stand The Guardian. The other guy’s mouth was like it was dipped in poison.
He had never seen such a capable troll.
Compared to The Guardian, the words of those haters on the internet seemed exceptionally gentle and cute.
Homelander had originally wanted to crawl through the internet cables and roast the people who scolded him into charcoal.
But now!
All the internet trolls in America combined were not as soul-shaking as three sentences from Hillel.
"Forget it, I’ll figure it out myself." Homelander flew away directly.
Seven minutes later.
He arrived at a toy store.
"Kids, just buy two action figures and they’ll be coaxed, right?" Homelander thought to himself.
Then he brought a Homelander action figure and a The Guardian action figure, and returned to Becca’s house.
Ryan was still throwing a tantrum and refused to come out to see him.
It wasn’t until Homelander apologized sincerely that Ryan opened the door.
"Hey! Look what I brought you!"
Homelander took out his own action figure and waved it in front of Ryan.
Ryan just took one look and was uninterested.
"You don’t like it?"
Homelander frowned and had to take out the other action figure.
"Wow, it’s The Guardian!!"
Ryan jumped high.
Homelander frowned even deeper.
What the fuck?
Becca leaned against the doorway and said to Homelander, "As for that friend of yours, I would actually prefer if The Guardian could teach Ryan, especially when it comes to teaching the child about learning superpowers!"
Homelander: "..."
"Don’t you think about hooking up with my best friend!" Homelander suddenly blurted out.
Becca: "??"
After tossing out that sentence, Homelander left, feeling very aggrieved.
Why does no one in the world believe he can play the role of a father well?
No, I must stop Ryan from getting close to The Guardian!
With that explosive language system of The Guardian, it wouldn’t take long before he corrupted Ryan.
Homelander couldn’t even imagine his own son with a motor mouth, cursing the sky, the earth, and the air... Sss!
Terrifying!
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