MY HAREM IN DC & MARVEL MULTIVERSE

Ch: 11 [Pink eyes]

I am sitting in the waiting room. Professor X is interviewing my sister in the office. Well, I am the only one in that room. On our way in, I didn't see any students. Maybe a vacation or fieldwork... Who knows? I saw a few workers cleaning the furniture. Overall, the school is pretty empty.

[Ping!] A message? Let's see... I took out my phone and opened the new message. It's from the bank. A cash deposit of 100 million. Who the heck did that? Nick Fury? It could be Natasha or Selina thanking me for saving their lives.

Then another message came. I opened it and saw a JPEG image. It's a picture of a black cat. Ah! Selina... So, she woke up.

Karl did say they would wake up in a day or two. Maybe my Q&Q improved the serum better than he imagined. Anyway, it's good to see that they are ok and I got an extra reward. I don't have to worry about cash for a while.

I should thank her in person... Don't you think? I mean, I did get my rewards from Fury. Yet, she gave me such a huge sum. Humm. Alright... I will thank her for her support. I will ask Natasha the next time I meet her.

The office's door opened.

My sister came out from the office room with a smile on her face. Looks like the interview was successful. I am glad. Finally, she will be able to study and finish her education at the best institute under the best teachers' guidance.

"I did it..." She came running and hugged me tightly, "Thank you... Thank you... Brother..."

Oh! She is crying. I guess she had been enduring too much all this time. Don't worry, Silly girl... Your big brother won't let you endure any more hardships.

"You will make me cry," I say as I hug her back. In my arms, she feels so small. "Don't cry. You will get snorts on my new clothes." I pat her back lightly.

She let me go after a few minutes.

"You alright?" I ask.

"Yeah. I am good... Sorry about that. I couldn't hold myself back. It's the first good thing that happened to me after dad's death," She replies while wiping her face with her handkerchief.

"Ahh! Don't tell me you are gonna cry every time I give you something good and rub your nose on my shirt...?" I say with a smirk pointing my finger at the small round wet patch of tear on my shirt, "I ain't got a spare shirt, you little brat. Haaa. It can't be helped. Now we have to go to the mall to buy new clothes."

"Hey, don't tease me. I will tell mom about your secret stash..." She complains with a little light punch in my gut. You know, I can feel it... She is slowly opening her closed heart.

"You wait here. I need to talk with your professor for a minute. Then we will go on a shopping spree," I say.

"Shopping spree? but..." I knew what my sister was about to say. So, I stopped her.

"Hey, don't worry. Mr. Nick Fury deposited a hefty sum in my account. So, you don't have to hold back anymore. I will buy you anything you want. Just sit tight. I will be back in a jiffy," I say. After patting her head, I made my way toward the office.

...

Last night, I tried to remember how I ended up in Harley's BDSM room, but I couldn't remember anything specific. It's as if my mind is muddled with a dark haze, and I can't look past it. I can feel my memories are there, but I can't break past that haze.

'System. Don't let him access my memories after I woke up in that BDSM room,' I say those words in my mind. I can't let him find out the things I have done after waking up. Instantly, a transparent green screen popped up before my eyes.

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<Affirmative>

Target: Professor X

Mutant: Telepathy

<The target is yet to use his ability on the host. However, his inferior ability won't be able to get past the security. If he tries, a specially made nerve shock will be waiting for him.>

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I enter the office room. It's your regular school office. I am sure I don't have to explain it to you since we all went to that principal's office once in life, either due to some mischief or good work.

Before my eyes, a bald middle-aged man is sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes were fixed on my face. He is wearing a blue suit, and I can see a slight smile on his lips.

"Alex Wilson, brother of Jenny Wilson. I have been waiting for you," says Professor X with his usual calm and composed expression.

"Then you probably know what I want," I say after closing the door. I don't want someone to meddle with my mind, but I have no choice. Maybe Fury could have helped me, but I will take Professor X's words over Fury's anytime.

"I do. You want to know about your missing memories. Let me help you..." Professor X didn't waste any time. He pointed his finger toward me.

...

This is?! I am standing in my room. Before my eyes, another me was lying on the floor. Beside him was an empty bottle of liquor. Ah! It must be when I fell asleep that night.

[Ringgg!] The calling bell started to ring continuously. My drunken self stood up and dragged himself to the front door. He opened the door.

And there she is standing, with a smile... That bitch Alica. Behind her were four masked men.

"Huh? Alica!" My drunken self stuttered, "You... You came... Who are..."

But before he could do or say anything, Alica's eyes glowed with a pink hue. My drunken self stopped talking. He walked over to the garage and opened the door. Then Alica pulled his hand and slammed it on the Mustang.

<Welcome, Alex>

"Finally, this precious vintage model will be mine. I heard you guys smuggle humans... How much will you pay for him?" says Alica in an arrogant tone while checking the car.

"Where have you heard such things from?" One of the masked men inquires. I can see he is reaching from his dagger strapped to his waist.

"Does it even matter when we are talking about cash? I take the car and the cash. You take that wimp and anything you want from that house... Then we will never see each other again. What do you say?" says Alica as she glares at the man reaching for the dagger.

"Hehehe! Miss really knows how to do business. Well... Why not... Since he is young and good-looking... We can sell him for quite a huge sum. We will gladly buy your toyboy for 50 thousand dollars," says another masked man with a little smile.

"50K?? Seriously...? With his body, you can make him earn millions in one of those men's brothels. Then when his dick goes limp, or his ass hole starts falling down... You can sell his organs, or even better, you can send him for human drug trials. Are you trying to rip me off??? Do you think I don't know how things work? Huh? 5 Million white money, no less than that..." says Alica as she slapped my drunken self hard, sending him crashing on the floor.

Men's brothel? Limping dick and falling ass? I will slit this motherfucker's throat... This motherfucking bitch!!! She sold me!!!

No, no, no, no... Killing her too easy... I will fuck her all holes and make them as big as a freaking giant donut. You fucker sold me to Harley... I will sell you to Joker...

...

Hufff... Ohhh! I am once again standing in the office room before Professor X.

"That... That was something else. I think it would have been better for you to not know that. Don't you think so?" asks Professor X with an awkward expression. I mean, I can't blame him for that baffled expression. Even he is surprised after seeing my not-so-sweet past.

"Thank you, Professor X. I owe you one. But my father used to say not to keep anyone's debt. Allow me to return the favor," I say as I walk over to him, "Do you want to run, Professor?" I ask.

"You... What?!" Professor X stutters after hearing my question.

...

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Q&Q

Cooldown: 10 Minutes...

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I walked out of the office room...

My sister is waiting for me. Let's go on a shopping spree.

[Ping!] Huh? Another message...

I took out my phone and opened the message.

Oh! Finally, a strip club and a junkyard in my name... Fury kept his promise. Let's finish the shopping fast. I can't wait to fuck some girls...

All this frustration... Argg! That bitch!... Fuck! I need to fuck someone hard and let out this frustration...

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