"No! You can't do this!"
"Please… let me go!"
Black Cat begged repeatedly, but her body continued moving against her will.
As she leaned forward, her flawless figure was revealed completely before Sora Yukihara.
"Tsk tsk…"
Sora Yukihara couldn't help but admire. "As expected of one of Marvel's most alluring women. This figure alone is enough to make those so-called celebrities and supermodels feel ashamed."
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect… I've got nothing more to say."
"Haha…"
"Tonight, you belong to me."
(…content omitted…)
The next morning.
Sora Yukihara woke up with a wicked smile on his lips.
Black Cat also woke up.
Exhausted from the previous night, she snapped awake and instantly leapt into a combat stance from a lying position.
But the moment she saw Sora Yukihara, she froze and calmed down.
"Not bad," Sora Yukihara said approvingly. "Your reflexes weren't affected at all."
As he spoke, his gaze turned mischievous again.
"Ah—!"
Black Cat let out a scream, immediately striking Sora Yukihara away and covering herself.
"What are you covering up for?" Sora Yukihara scoffed. "What's done is done. I already know all your secrets."
"You…!"
Black Cat wanted to fight him desperately, but in the end, she restrained herself.
"Finally behaving?" Sora Yukihara said.
Then he ordered, "Sit."
Black Cat hesitated for a moment, but ultimately sat down obediently, waiting for instructions.
"That's more like it."
Sora Yukihara asked, "Do you know what to do from now on?"
"…Yes."
Black Cat now looked like a tamed wild cat.
"Be specific."
"I'll return the briefcase."
"Good."
Sora Yukihara looked satisfied.
In the end, Black Cat didn't put back on her signature black bodysuit. Instead, she wore Sora Yukihara's clothes and hurried out with the briefcase.
"The wild Black Cat… turned into a well-behaved kitten."
Sora Yukihara was extremely pleased.
If he couldn't even tame someone like Black Cat, how would he go after other women like Black Widow Natasha, Invisible Woman Susan, the embodiment of death, Psylocke with her psychic weapons, or the Scarlet Witch with her chaos magic?
"Time to get up."
Sora Yukihara wasn't the type to give up the entire forest for a single tree. He began brushing his teeth, washing up, and preparing breakfast.
He had plenty to do today.
Knock knock knock!
Just as he finished preparing breakfast and hadn't even started eating, someone knocked on the door.
Opening it, he saw an unexpected visitor.
Sora Yukihara looked at Coulson in surprise.
Coulson took out his S.H.I.E.L.D. identification and said, "Mr. Sora Yukihara, I'm Level 8 Agent Phil Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. A special incident occurred last night, and I'd like to ask for your cooperation in an investigation. Would that be convenient?"
"Have you had breakfast?"
Sora Yukihara asked casually.
Coulson paused, caught off guard.
He had come to investigate a case—yet Sora Yukihara was asking something completely unrelated.
Sora Yukihara continued, "You came this early, so you probably haven't eaten. I'm in a good mood and just made some breakfast. Join me."
"…Thank you."
Coulson suddenly felt Sora Yukihara was easy to talk to. Perhaps things would go smoothly.
They sat across from each other.
Sora Yukihara served him milk and bread.
While chewing, Sora Yukihara asked, "What exactly does your organization do?"
He was clearly pretending not to know.
Coulson replied, "Our organization is a special unit under the World Security Council, responsible for handling all kinds of unusual incidents."
Sora Yukihara asked, "What happened last night that required such a mysterious department to mobilize so quickly?"
"That's something I'd like to ask you, Mr. Qin."
Coulson smiled and pulled out photos from the scene—Dr. Ratha and the bearded man's "suicide."
"These two individuals had a conflict with you earlier that day. That very night, they died under mysterious circumstances. Considering their sensitive identities—and at Mr. Norman's request—we had no choice but to act immediately."
Sora Yukihara frowned. "Agent Coulson, you can't just throw around accusations like that."
"You're right," Coulson said calmly. "But what if there's evidence?"
He took out his phone and played surveillance footage.
It showed Sora Yukihara walking Gwen home.
Sora Yukihara wasn't concerned at first.
But when Coulson brought up another clip, his expression finally changed.
The camera angle was from below, capturing the sky—
A figure flying through the air.
Although the speed was fast and the distance far, slow-motion playback clearly showed that the person's clothing was identical to what Sora Yukihara had been wearing earlier.