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After wrapping things up at the training facility, Dante found himself sitting on an utterly comfortable bed in one of the Massachusetts Academy's guest rooms. The room itself had light blue walls that gave off a surprisingly calming vibe.
This was the room Emma had given to Psylocke, and honestly, it showed in how clean, almost zen-like the place was.
A modest bookshelf stood against one wall, filled with books on mythology, meditation, Eastern philosophy, and various spiritual practices. There was also a dense academic text on other traditions.
Scattered throughout the room were small souvenirs from Japan—a Daruma doll painted in traditional red and gold sat on the table, a delicate paper crane hanging near the window, a miniature torii gate on the shelf, and the cutest one by far was the fluffy kitsune plushie sitting under the monitor on her PC desk.
As for day to day use, the room had a cupboard for storing clothes and a shoe rack lined with various boots, mostly combat-style, but he spotted some unconventional sandals tucked in the back.
Of course there was an ornate Japanese-imported katana stand for her ancient katana, which was still completely fine after facing that nuke-like attack.
That was everything in her room.
He laid back on the bed, hands behind his head, trying to block out the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He was trying very hard not to let his imagination run wild and be respectful.
His senses were too sharp. There was nothing to distract him either. He had already fixed his arm. Death had restored his clothes. The only remaining task was to get Psylocke's body back to peak condition.
'Why did she do that?'
Psylocke had firmly decided that she needed to shower before allowing him to perform his healing treatment. Despite him explaining that her being covered in sweat didn't matter, she had turned a blind eye to his logic, grabbed a towel, and made a beeline for the bathroom.
He was still puzzled. Perhaps she didn't feel great about letting him touch while she was soaked in sweat. He really couldn't think of another reason.
'I'll just wait.'
With nothing better to do, he pulled out his phone and checked the newly created group chat. As expected, neither woman had read the message yet.
'Null, show me my core attributes.'
It had been a while since he checked his status.
[Core Attributes (Non-Resonance State)]
Intelligence: 35 (1 point to reach Genius-level)
Class: Gifted
Effects:
Near Genius-level creativity and adaptability across multiple disciplinesIntuitively comprehends multiple energies, martial arts, and fighting stylesAccelerated pattern recognitionAccelerated learningNear-genius integration of physics, biology, genealogy, combat tactics, and mystical theoryCan maintain focus on multiple complex mental tasks simultaneously
Vitality: 27 (23 points to reach Superhuman-level)
Class: Enhanced Human
Effects:
Muscles produce less fatigue waste and clear it out faster by 50%.Can function at 70–80% effectiveness for 8–12 hours without sustainance.Full stamina recovery in four hours under normal conditions. Recovery is enhanced under solar exposureBody ages slower due to improved cell regeneration and optimization all across the systemPassively replenishes cellular energy, extending endurance thresholds under solar exposure
Strength: 22 (14 points to reach Class 2 Superhuman)
Class: Class 1 Superhuman
Effects:
Normal lifting capacity of 870 lbs under optimal conditions.
Speed: 23 (points to reach Mid-Superhuman)
Class: Low-Superhuman
Effects:
Sustained 42 mph; burst acceleration of 50 mph in short dashesReaction time rivals peak combat athletes. Coordination equivalent to Olympic gymnasts. Complex parkour sequences can be performed easilyPhotographic reflexes enable instant adaptation to opponent movement patternsCan be enhanced by solar radiation
Durability: 27
Class: Regenerative (9 points to reach Bulletproof)
Effects:
Skin and bone density 55% above human baselineCellular integrity is optimized to become more resistance against physical trauma, thermal extremes up to 85°C without impairment and down to -40°C, toxins and poisons, and radiation exposureSolar radiation heals surface cuts within minutes and deep lacerations within hours
Willpower: 36
Class: Unbreakable Resolve (24 points to reach Superhuman Will)
Effects:
As a byproduct of glimpsing what mortals should never see and integrating fragments from heroes who faced impossible odds, your willpower has transcended normal human limits.Advanced resistance to psychic attacks, fear, and mind corruptionGreat injury toleranceCalm decision-making under extreme stressImmunity to terrorClear distinction between self and absorbed memories/skills despite having experienced multiple consciousness
Energy Capacity: Cannot be measured
Class: Unknown
Effects: Peak output of Helio Reactor still remains undetermined
[All physical attributes can be further amplified through solar radiation. The maximum enhancement currently recorded is eleven times.]
[Core Abilities]
Solar radiation absorption
Helio Reactor
Mystic Awareness
Photographic Reflexes
Dante read through the breakdown with genuine surprise. "That's sick."
The greatest surprises were the near-genius-level intelligence jump and the substantial growth in willpower. He was just one point away from reaching Genius-level, which was just below Tony Stark.
Willpower "Unbreakable Resolve" also explained why he had been making life-altering decisions left and right without second-guessing. Recruiting Laura away from SHIELD and challenging Psylocke to a duel to name a few.
The sound of running water abruptly stopped.
His posture straightened unconsciously—pure muscle memory from a very similar moment he had experienced with Silvija.
'Calm down. She isn't Silvija. I'm here to—'
The bathroom door opened.
Psylocke stepped out, wringing excess water from her long dark violet hair with a white towel. Droplets trailed down her neck and shoulders, catching the soft light from the bedside lamp. Her skin had the fresh-from-the-shower glow, slightly flushed from the heat.
Rather than putting on her purple bodysuit or borrowing something more modest like a robe or oversized shirt, she had apparently decided to wear just a simple black sports bra and... a thong.
Then again, a thong made perfect sense given how little of her ass the bodysuit actually covered anyway. This wasn't really that different from her normal daily wear.
She walked toward the cupboard, completely ignoring the man sitting on her bed openly staring. There was no self-consciousness in her movements. Truly the behavior of a woman who had worn a leotard-style bodysuit everywhere for so long that being in underwear barely registered as different.
But it definitely registered differently for him.
The powerful curves of her thighs sucked his attention, and the part those thighs led to truly mesmerized him.
Her ass.
He thought he had a good appreciation for an ass before this moment. But he was underappreciating. Her glutes were sculpted works of art. Decades of martial arts training and acrobatic combat had built something extraordinary. It was almost the same size as Felicia's with a perfect round fullness defying physics but with Silvija-level firmness. A balance between the soft, grabbable quality of Felicia and the well-sculpted beauty of Silvija.
The gentle ripples he had seen with every step stole his heart.
'I might be an ass man.'
Felicia had opened his eyes to the new wonders of a beautiful ass, and Psylocke took that appreciation to a new level.
He forced himself to take a breath and look literally anywhere else before his staring crossed the creepy territory. The blue kitsune plush sitting under her monitor took him mind away for three seconds before his eyes drifted back to her.
A single water droplet trailed down her spine, followed the valley between shoulder blades, slid along the curve of her lower back, and disappeared beneath the thong's waistband.
He closed his eyes, enlightened.
'I'm Dante. Death's boyfriend, Silvija's dominant partner, Felicia's emotional support, and now, I'm an Ass Man.'
[Most Asspirational Administrator.]
Null's pun caught him off guard. It also saved him from being sucked in by the deep ravine.
Psylocke pulled the towel off her hair and put it around her neck before opening the cupboard. The contents inside left him at a loss for words. Hanging in a neat row were five identical bodysuits that she had just taken off, down to the same cut.
"Wait, do you really need that many?"
Psylocke didn't even turn around, pulling one of the bodysuits off its hanger. "I have seven. One's currently off being laundered."
He was completely baffled. "I respect the consistency, but don't you get tired?"
"It's my own design." She finally turned to face him, holding the bodysuit against her torso. "Is it not cool?"
"Is it inspired from superhero comics?"
Her lips curved into a faint smile. "I wanted something practical."
Those eyes said something else, however: "I needed it to be cool and eye-catching like the female superheroes."
"Whatever you say." He shook his head. "Just put it on quickly so we can get it done. I'll lose your respect if I keep sitting here."
She glanced down at herself and then looked back up at him with a raised eyebrow. "I take it you have a preference for muscular women."
"Well." He did a quick Google search on his phone and tossed the phone at Psylocke. "This is my girlfriend. It should answer your question."
She caught the phone and studied the image for a moment. It was Silvija in her signature bodysuit posing on Silver Sable International official site. She tossed the phone back at him and whispered, "Beautiful hair. Is she strong?"
"For an average person, yeah. Not for you."
He won't let it stay like that for too long, though. Making Felicia and Silvija stronger would be his priority after getting rid of immediate troubles.
She looked at him. "Can you perform the treatment while I'm dressed like this? I'd like to sleep after we're finished."
Sleeping in a skintight bodysuit wasn't exactly comfortable. If she was planning to crash immediately after the healing session, there was no point in putting it on just to take it right back off.
He gave her a completely blank stare. "You know you didn't actually need to shower for this either. I only needed a few seconds of physical contact to do my job."
"But I was covered in sweat," she said, as if it was a reasonable explanation. Noticing him frown, she added, "It doesn't feel right to let other people touch me when I'm in that condition."'
He knew immediately there was absolutely no point in arguing this further without getting into an extensive debate. "Can we start now?"
She hung the bodysuit back in the cupboard. "You weren't in a hurry when I was standing here. Were you enjoying the view that much?"
He didn't even try to deny it. "In my defense, it's an exceptional ass."
She reached back to touch her own butt with one hand, as if checking to see what all the fuss was about. That only made her confused. "It doesn't feel anything special."
"For men, it is," he said, gesturing to the bed. "Please."
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