Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 131: Rave’N III



Luke started another match in the MOBA game on his phone. He had nothing better to do. He would just wait until the boring dance was over and then head back to his room.

"Luke," someone called him at one point. He looked up and noticed a beautiful blonde girl staring at him with her green eyes.

"Kat Abagnale," Luke said, recognizing the blonde. It was about a previous girl he dated. Though they had only slept together, their relationship never had any real depth.

"You remember my name?" Kat said with a happy smile when she heard Luke say her full

name.

"Thanks to my eidetic memory," Luke replied, turning his attention back to his phone screen. "Oh, right..." Kat said, a bit embarrassed.

"By the way... do you want to dance?" she asked after a few seconds.

"Dance?" Luke repeated, not really paying attention. He was at a crucial moment in his match, and if he won, he'd rank up.

"Yeah, dance. We could win the contest and be chosen king and queen. Do you want to?" Kat asked, fidgeting with her hands. She had always been the popular one, and it felt strange for her to be in this position, where she had to wait for an answer and make the first move.

Luke didn't know that even outcasts had adopted the stupidity of prom king and queen. Maybe it was the new generation. As for dancing, he didn't want to, since he hated it and had a girlfriend.

How should he respond? He could tell her he had a girlfriend, but Wednesday wanted to keep it hidden from her parents, and it wouldn't help if he went around telling everyone she was his girlfriend.

"I don't want to. I don't like dancing," Luke replied after a few seconds.

"Really? I'm sure you'd dance well. I can teach you," Kat insisted, making Luke curse her persistence internally.

"No, thanks," he said definitively, and Kat went back to the table with her friends, defeated. It was the first time she had been rejected, and she never thought rejection would feel like that. She had turned down many guys, and maybe in the future, she'd need to be kinder when rejecting them.

Unfortunately for Luke, Kat wasn't the only girl who asked him to dance. More girls approached him, asking if he wanted to dance together.

Luke had to turn down all the invitations. Some rejections were more curt, since he didn't know the girls, while others were gentler. For example, Rose, a psychic classmate with a green aura, invited him, and he turned her down with much more tact.

Wednesday, who was sitting a few tables away from Luke, watched as different girls

approached him to talk. Without realizing it, her brow furrowed, and she couldn't take her eyes off Luke's table.

'Why is he giving her so many explanations?' Wednesday thought as she watched Luke talking to Rose until the latter finally left.

"That boy is popular," Morticia commented, following Wednesday's gaze toward the table where Luke was sitting.

A spark of curiosity ignited in Morticia. Why was her daughter looking at that table with a furrowed brow? She never frowned. Could Wednesday be hiding something?

"It's normal. He has three auras. Many families must be willing to lend a hand to such extraordinary talent," Gómez said in a more serious tone than usual.

Many people were paying attention to Luke, who was playing on his phone and rejecting invitations to dance.

Lineage is a very serious matter for psychics. To this day, arranged marriages still exist. Everyone would want a son-in-law with three auras. That would ensure their descendants have two auras, guaranteeing a golden age for the next generation.

As for the Spellmans? Psychic families might be willing to risk facing them. The rewards are great-they would gain a person with three auras who had already killed Atlas and two Spellman descendants. They would be up against an ancient family, and Luke could become a powerhouse in the future if he fully develops his abilities.

Besides, outcasts never feared conflict; if the rewards were worth it, they wouldn't hesitate to go to war. That said, only if the odds of winning or surviving were decent. They couldn't gamble with their family's fate.

"It's true. The whole story around him must attract a lot of girls, not just psychics. The most appealing thing about him must be that he killed two Spellman descendants, turning them into balls of meat, right, Wednesday?" Morticia asked with a smile, staring intently at her daughter.

Wednesday remained silent. She knew she had made a mistake. Her mother already suspected something and wouldn't stop until she confirmed her suspicions.

Without saying a word, Wednesday stood up from her chair and began walking at a steady pace toward Luke's table, under the watchful eyes of her parents, brother, and other tables that noticed her movement.

The family members and students at the table murmured, wondering if the Addams girl with the unfriendly expression was going to ask Luke to dance like the others.

"Will she succeed?" asked a girl, a friend of Kat's, as she watched Wednesday get closer to her target.

"Of course not," said Kat, shaking her head.

"Why not? Luke Poe is always seen with that Addams girl, and with that Thorpe guy and the gorgon boy," commented a tall guy.

Morticia and Gómez exchanged surprised looks at their daughter's behavior. They had expected her to give her usual response that it was all stupid and that she wasn't interested in such trivial things.

Pugsley, who had been mumbling to himself, also looked at his sister, surprised by her unusual behavior.

"Hey," said Wednesday, stopping in front of Luke, who was staring at his phone screen. With the music playing and being absorbed in his game, he didn't recognize Wednesday's voice and assumed it was another girl asking him to dance. He already felt strange rejecting so many girls-it seemed like the roles had reversed, and it made him feel like some kind of damsel. "I don't want to dance," Luke said without looking up.

"Neither do I," Wednesday echoed.

This time, Luke recognized the emotionless tone of his girlfriend and looked up, a bit surprised to see her standing in front of him, staring directly at him. Didn't she want to keep their relationship hidden? He noticed the Addams family watching them.

'Is she upset?' Luke wondered, raising an eyebrow as he noticed Wednesday's furrowed brow.

"I thought you wanted to keep-"

Before Luke could finish his sentence, Wednesday stepped forward, leaning over him. Without warning, she kissed him, her black-painted lips meeting his in a quick but determined motion. One of her hands rested on Luke's cheek, while the other clung to the

collar of his suit.

The crowd went silent for a moment. Even those dancing stopped, all eyes turning to Luke's table, unable to look away from the unexpected scene.

Luke, still stunned by the sudden display of affection, returned the kiss, though part of him was still trying to process what was happening.

The Addams family, watching from a nearby table, shared a rare expression of surprise. Morticia, for the first time in a long while, raised her eyebrows, unable to hide her astonishment. She had thought her daughter would deny any interest in the Poe boy. The last thing she expected was for her to walk over and kiss him like that in front of everyone. Gómez, usually delighted by any peculiarity from his daughter, was momentarily in shock, his mouth slightly open. Only after a few seconds did he react, a smile beginning to form on his

lips.

Pugsley blinked, unable to fully process what he was witnessing. It was as if the whole world had taken an unexpected turn and someone else had possessed his sister.

When Wednesday finally pulled away, her dark eyes met Luke's. Her expression remained as impassive as ever, but there was a faint glint of possession in her gaze.

"You're mine," Wednesday said in her usual monotone, devoid of emotion, but with a firmness that made it feel like she had just marked her territory.

Luke, still surprised, blinked, unsure how to react. "Uh... yeah," he murmured, nodding

slightly.

He was getting destroyed in an online League of Legends match, and suddenly, this

happened.

Everyone in the hall continued to stare at them. Murmurs began to rise among the students

and families who had witnessed the scene. Luke felt strange. He had rejected so many girls that night, as if he were the damsel waiting to be asked to dance, and now, to top it all off, he had been kissed by his girlfriend in a dominant way.

"Why do I feel like the damsel?" Luke thought irritably, standing up from his chair and looking at Wednesday, who followed him with her gaze.

Before she could say anything more, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. This time, he was the one who kissed her.

The crowd, which had been murmuring, fell silent once again. Pugsley began muttering to himself at high speed. "Why isn't she pushing him away? Why didn't she stab him? Why..." The kiss was intense, and when they pulled apart, Luke looked at Wednesday with a small,

satisfied smile. "Any complaints? If you can kiss me out of nowhere, I can do it too," Luke said.

"Fine. I'll allow you that privilege, but only once a day," Wednesday replied, pulling a chair

close to Luke's and sitting down.

"Oh, now I can kiss you whenever I want?" Luke asked, sitting next to her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Yes, but only once," Wednesday answered.

"If I don't use it one day, do I get two the next day?" Luke asked.

"No. It's not cumulative," Wednesday responded.

'I tried,' Luke thought. He had managed to get something good. Usually, the kisses he shared with Wednesday were few and only in situations that warranted

them, since she liked to have her space, and she was not one of the girls who kissed her boyfriend countless times in one day. Now, he could kiss her whenever he pleased, even if she was writing her novel or practicing with her cello.

"Hahaha, my little viper, it seems you've hidden this secret from us quite well!"

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