The door clicked shut, sealing the three of them in a bubble of dim light and charged silence. Suyin avoided looking directly at Luke's naked form at first, her eyes flicking to the rumpled bed, then to Rose's flushed face.
She was smart enough to piece it together.
And after the horrors of the day—tentacled aliens ripping through the sky, colossal beasts shaking the earth—Suyin craved that anchor. Luke was power incarnate, a shield against the apocalypse.
Staying close to him ant survival. If that ant this... well, she wasn't questioning it. Not Rose's presence, not the heat pooling low in her belly at the sight of him.
Rose, perched on the edge of the bed, squeezed Suyin's hand gently, her own shyness bubbling up like a tide. She pulled the sheet halfway over her lap, suddenly hyper-aware of her nudity, but she didn't protest.
Luke was everything now—the savior who'd plucked her and her daughter from doom. If sharing him kept her in his good graces, kept him from casting her aside when prettier, bolder won inevitably flocked to his strength... she'd endure it.
Hell, a tiny, terrified part of her even thrilled at the idea. The world was ending; why not cling to this?
"Suyin, you knocked this late. What were your intentions? Let guess.." Luke murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
He stepped closer, his presence filling the space behind her like a warm shadow. "You were here for the sa reason as Rose.. to be with , right?"
She nodded mutely, her breath catching as his fingers traced the line of her neck, dipping under the collar of her simple shirt.
Luke's hands were gentle, coaxing, as he peeled the shirt up and over her head, revealing smooth skin and a plain bra that did little to hide her beautiful breasts.
Rose watched from the bed, her cheeks burning hotter than before. She bit her lip, eyes wide and shy, darting between Luke's confident movents and Suyin's subtle reactions. Part of her wanted to look away, but she couldn't—srized by the way Luke's fingers unclasped Suyin's bra with effortless precision, letting it fall away.
Suyin's nipples hardened in the cool air, and she crossed her arms instinctively, but Luke caught her wrists, guiding them down.
"No hiding," he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers. "You're beautiful. Let see you."
Suyin's intelligence warred with her shyness for a split second—analyzing, questioning—but the raw attraction won out. The aliens, the monsters... they paled against the security of Luke's gaze.
She let him unzip her jeans, shimmy them down her hips along with her panties, stepping out of them with a soft exhale.
Naked now, she stood there, slim and toned, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder.
Luke guided her to the bed, positioning her beside Rose, who scooted over shyly, clutching the sheet.
"Spread your legs, don't be afraid.. I'll be gentle.."
Lord Luke was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see people afraid.
Therefore, he sacrificed himself, spending the entire night squeezed into a room with the beauties, constantly comforting them, helping them forget bad mories, and guiding them to heaven multiple tis.
The next day,
When Luke walked downstairs, he noticed a strange gaze.
Luke looked over, and Jean Grey just happened to turn her head away to look at the scenery outside the window.
Her neck was flushed red, and there seed to be bloodshot lines in her eyes.
For so reason, he suddenly recalled the poem from Fragnt: "You stand on the bridge watching the scenery; the person watching the scenery watches you from the tower. The bright moon adorns your window, and you adorn another's dream."
Jean's adorable deanor truly touched Luke's heart.
This made Luke unable to resist deliberately greeting her.
"Miss Jean, did you sleep well last night?"
Jean nodded stiffly and said against her better judgnt, "I… I was fine. It was just ..ehm.. thundering frequently yesterday. It would have been better if the thunder had been a little quieter."
Suyin hadn't returned all night.
And she had listened to lodic moans and thunder'claps' all night long.
No one could possibly have slept well.
Jean Grey was secretly astonished. She couldn't understand how soone in this world could be so vigorous.
Did he really not stop?
Jean unconsciously used the reflection in the window to glance at Luke's waist and abdon.
Could he be a pile driver reincarnated?
Jean put herself in that position. If it were just her alone…
She would die. She would definitely die.
After such high-intensity exertion all night, wouldn't she risk catching fire from the friction?
Luke laughed heartily. "Is that so? Well, I'll try to keep the thunder quieter tomorrow. But you know, thunder isn't sothing I can control. I can only say I'll do my best."
Jean's cheeks grew even redder. Mainly, recalling the sounds she had heard yesterday made her feel overwhelmingly shy.
"Right, I need to report the mission status to the Professor, so… I'll be going now. Goodbye."
Jean left in a hurry, not even eating breakfast, dragging her exhausted body.
For so reason, she felt very hot.
If she stayed any longer, she felt she would co down with a fever, burning like fire.
Luke did not stop her.
He knew the two of them would et again soon enough.
Once Charles learned of his existence, how could he possibly resist coming to find him?
"Speaking of which, the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters seems to be located in the suburbs of New York."
"New York truly is a place full of hidden talents."
After sighing, Luke decided to skip class today.
The rooms were becoming insufficient.
He needed to move to a new ho.
But this involved one problem: money.
Luke didn't have enough money, but that didn't matter. It was fine as long as other people had money. Heh~
"Bumblebee."
"I'm here!"
"Call Mr. Tony Stark for ."
Luke was a respectable man, and respectable n naturally didn't rob banks.
Being lawless and reckless might feel good,
but Luke felt that since this world was already so chaotic, there was no need to continue any "zero-dollar shopping" sprees.
As soone with a golden finger, how could he possibly be stumped by money?
That was impossible.
No way, no way. Was there really a transmigrator with a golden finger who could be constrained by money? If so, let's all laugh at him.
...
At this very mont,
At Tony Stark's seaside villa,
a call ca through to Tony's private phone.
Tony laboriously peeled away the bare arms and legs draped over him, crawled out of the tangle of bodies, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Who the hell is calling this early instead of sleeping?"
"Jarvis!"
"Sir, it is an unknown number we have never encountered. I am currently tracing its IP address… Hmm! The address is… Cybertron?!"
"Cybertron?!"
Tony instantly woke up, but at the mont, due to heavy drinking and his mind still full of snowy-white curves, his ntal sharpness was severely compromised.
After quite a while,
Tony finally realized: wasn't that the Transforrs' ho planet?
Good heavens, he was fully awake now. A Transforr was calling from Cybertron!
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