"A strange ceiling…"
The next morning, Susan slowly woke from her deep sleep, blinking up at the chandelier hanging above her head as that thought crossed her mind.
But the very next second, as she realized what she had done last night, she abruptly sat up in bed—only then realizing that she wasn't wearing anything. In a panic, she pulled the blanket over herself to cover her curvaceous figure.
She glanced warily around the room, and only after confirming that there was no one else there did she relax, leaning back against the wall and clutching her head in dismay.
"Oh God, what did I do yesterday? How did I fall for that young man's tricks?"
In Susan's memory, last night had started innocently enough—White Night had taken her to a Western restaurant for dinner.
The meal itself had been perfectly proper; he only occasionally steered the conversation toward Reed, asking whether she knew what a "Sentinel" was.
After dinner, in good spirits, White Night had taken her flying to Washington next door for some shopping. When they'd had their fill of fun, he finally dropped all pretense and invited her to "hang out" at his villa.
She clearly remembered that she had summoned all her courage to refuse him—only for White Night to smile harmlessly and say, "Susan, you wouldn't want your brother who offended me to turn into a sister, would you?"
And so, half under pressure and half of her own will, she ended up following him back to the villa—where she met Camilla.
What happened next, Susan didn't even want to recall, because the moment White Night saw Camilla, he had immediately started kissing her.
Then, after they separated, he had made an outrageous proposal—for the three of them to do it together. Of course… she'd reluctantly agreed.
And after that, in her simmering resentment, she had learned what it truly meant to be treated like a piling machine…
"Awake already?"
At that moment, the doorknob turned. Her comrade-in-arms from last night, Camilla, walked in as if nothing had happened, holding a small box in her hand.
Susan instinctively tightened the blanket around herself, discomfort written all over her face.
"Oh, come on," Camilla scoffed indifferently. "I've already seen everything last night. What's there to hide? You were screaming louder than I was."
As she spoke, she took a tiny, rice-sized crimson bead from the box and popped it into her mouth.
Feeling the immense energy—thousands of times stronger than it had been a month ago—spread from her abdomen, Camilla closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Susan's face flushed red. "W–Where's Mr. White…?"
"Just call him White Night. You're five or six years older than him—don't try to act cute," Camilla said lazily. "Besides, you were calling him 'big brother' all night."
Then she added, "He's out training, of course. I came to pass along a message—he's already called in leave for you at your company. You can rest for the day. Oh, and by the way, he was very satisfied last night, so tonight's a repeat."
Without even waiting for Susan's reaction, Camilla turned and slammed the door shut behind her.
Susan stared blankly. "…I never said I agreed to that."
Unlike the peaceful rhythm of White Night's real life, the internet was in chaos.
With his recent actions, White Night had become the target of public outrage.
Countless nicknames had sprung up online—"talent without morals," "pretty face, no virtue," "Labor White," and others—all used to ridicule him.
At the moment, the entire web was flooded with condemnation and mockery toward White Night.
Meanwhile, on a popular American talk show, the host steered the topic directly to White Night.
"Sir, what do you think of the recent actions by the founder of internal energy, White Night?" the host asked the guest, a celebrity named Kelong.
Kelong didn't hesitate. "What else could I think? It's absolutely fascist, Hitler-like behavior—breaking the legs of hundreds of protesters! White Night has gone insane."
"I completely support freedom of expression. Yesterday's tax bill passed in Congress was already unreasonable, and White Night's incitement yesterday should land him in jail."
The live broadcast quickly caused a stir, and many in the comment section voiced their agreement.
But soon, one reply stood out for being disturbingly strange.
A brand-new account named White Night's No.1 Fanatic boldly commented under Kelong's post:
"I'm White Night's biggest fan. Please retract your inappropriate remarks—otherwise, I can't promise what I might do."
"What? Are there actually fanboys like this?"
"Great video—proof that humanity comes in all forms, even idiots."
"You're done, bro. Looks like White Night's insanity rubbed off on you."
Because of how absurd it was, the comment was quickly upvoted, and netizens piled on, mocking him as White Night's brain-dead devotee.
Not long after, Kelong himself noticed the comment and replied without hesitation:
"Impossible. I stand for justice. I will never surrender to fascism."
That remark instantly pushed the topic to a new level of viral heat—but soon, the new account replied again.
This time, the tone wasn't apologetic but mocking and playful.
"Fascism is coming~"
While the internet laughed at what they thought was just another clown, half an hour later, Kelong's family called the police—and the online world exploded.
A photo of Kelong being carried into an ambulance on a stretcher went viral. Many suspected the culprit was that so-called "fanatic," but the account didn't admit to anything. Instead, it posted again:
"Germany had Hitler, and White Night has me!"
Attached was a doxxing post—revealing the personal information of one of the netizens who had mocked the fanatic under Kelong's comments.
"Fascism is coming!"
Half an hour later, that same netizen's account uploaded a picture—showing a man, covered in blood, collapsed in an alley.
Then came a third victim, doxxed in the same way, with the same chilling line:
"Fascism is coming."
The vicious attacks immediately drew nationwide attention. Police staked out the next targeted victim's home, ready to arrest the culprit on the spot.
Strangely, everything went eerily smoothly. When the man behind the account arrived and saw the armed officers, he didn't resist at all. He allowed himself to be taken away, smiling as he whispered to his terrified target:
"Fascism is coming."
Ten minutes later, however, that same target was found beaten up in an alley again—and the attacker's account posted another bloodstained photo.
And then, another account appeared—White Night's No.2 Fanatic—posting a new doxxing screenshot with the same line:
"Fascism is coming."
This time, faced with these endless, fanatical imitators, the entire internet fell silent.
Nick Fury, watching the situation unfold online, nearly confused the word "fascist" with "Hydra"…
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