Just as Luke was considering how to deal with Silent Hill.. At the same time—
On Mars.
"My master, Soundwave reports that Megatron and Starscream are dead."
"The AllSpark has fallen into the hands of an Earthling named Luke, and the Autobots have defected to the Earthlings, becoming their lackeys."
Shockwave, the Decepticons' third-in-command and a powerhouse second only to Megatron, knelt on one knee as he reported the situation to another ancient, gaunt Transformer.
After Megatron's death, Shockwave should have naturally assumed command and taken control of the Decepticon army.
However, the Transformer before him was an existence even Megatron treated with reverence—an ancient Prime known as Megatronus Prime, also known as The Fallen.
Megatronus Prime was one of the oldest Primes.
But for certain reasons, he fell into darkness and was jointly suppressed by the other six Primes.
They ultimately defeated The Fallen at the cost of their own lives, yet Megatronus Prime revived many years later.
Since then, he had been resting and recuperating on Mars.
He was the true leader behind the Decepticon faction, as well as Megatron's master and collaborator, the one who had plotted the reconstruction of Cybertron together with him.
"Trash!"
"The Decepticons finally defeated the Autobots after millions of years, yet their leader died at the hands of the Autobots and Earthlings. This is a disgrace to the Decepticons!"
The Fallen let out a cold snort, showing no respect for Megatron in his words.
Shockwave's expression flickered, but he remained silent.
After his anger subsided, The Fallen returned to his usual indifference.
"Did Optimus Prime kill him?"
Optimus Prime was not only the leader of the Autobots, but also the reincarnation of The Fallen's brother.
Naturally, he cared deeply about this junior.
Heh~ He wished he could crush him with his own hands.
As one of the original rulers of Cybertron, he had once intended to use the Star Harvester to extract the Sun's energy, making Cybertron even more powerful.
However, those conservative brothers of his had fought a great war against him, insisting that the star of a life-bearing planet must not be harvested.
Although those brothers ultimately perished and he survived. But Megatronus Prime never let go of that resentment.
It was just that Megatronus Prime did not dare to face Optimus Prime directly. As a leader, he could only be killed by another leader.
Although he ultimately emerged victorious, even now he had lost too much energy. His body had been weakened, and his strength was less than fifty percent of its peak.
If he were to confront a fully empowered, equally formidable leader like Optimus Prime head-on, he would still feel some hesitation.
That was why he had cultivated Megatron, sending him to eliminate Optimus Prime, the last remaining leader.
Shockwave hesitated briefly, then shook his head. "No. Soundwave and Frenzy reported that Megatron and the others were likely killed by the same earthling named Luke, who appears to possess some kind of special spatial ability."
"Soundwave was unable to analyze the nature of that ability. He only knows that when the Decepticon unit reappeared a few minutes later, they had already been reduced to scrap metal."
Hearing this, The Fallen's anger flared even further.
"As Cybertron's strongest warrior, losing to Optimus Prime would have been one thing, but to die at the hands of an Earthling…"
"He truly deserved his death!"
"My master, what should we do next?" Shockwave asked.
He deliberately changed the subject. After all, he had been one of Megatron's most capable subordinates, and even though he now served a new master, he could not truly accept his former leader being so openly disparaged.
"Shockwave, you and your pet will lead the Decepticon army," The Fallen commanded. "Kill Optimus Prime and Luke, and retrieve the AllSpark!"
Shockwave was stunned. "Me?"
As one of the most powerful warriors in the Decepticon faction, Shockwave was among the few elites who could fight Megatron head-on and survive.
But as a quasi leader-level figure, facing the true leader-level Optimus Prime would mean certain death.
Not to mention the mysterious Luke.
Moreover, the Decepticons' elite forces had suffered more than half their strength in this battle.
He truly had little confidence in securing victory.
The Fallen saw his hesitation and let out a cold snort. This generation of Decepticons was truly difficult to command.
Look at this. After Megatron's death, there wasn't even a single Decepticon capable of taking on major responsibility.
Truly trash.
The Fallen pointed a mechanical finger toward the throne and smiled mysteriously. "Don't worry. We won't be fighting alone. In fact, we have many allies."
Under Shockwave's confused gaze, The Fallen continued.
"Earth is a beautiful and uniquely blessed world, the most suitable place for life in the entire Solar System."
"I have already contacted the Martians, promising Earth to them in exchange for their assistance."
"When you go to Earth, take this with you, and then…"
The Fallen rose to his feet, gazing out at the desolate, lonely surface of Mars, and spoke coldly.
"Assist them in destroying Earth!"
...
New York,
Municipal Public High School, senior year section.
The rooftop door clicked shut behind the four of them, sealing out the distant hum of the city and the faint chatter from the floors below.
While Luke kissed Maria like she was something precious, his other hand shot out and caught Mikaela by the belt loop, yanking her against his side hard enough to make her gasp.
"Hands on the wall. Ass out."
Mikaela obeyed instantly, arching her back with deliberate tease. Luke gave her a sharp smack that echoed across the rooftop—she moaned, pushing back for more.
Mary Jane watched, thighs pressing together, until Luke crooked a finger at her.
"You. Over here."
She came willingly, pulse racing. Luke caught her by the waist, pulling her in close. His voice dropped to that low, commanding register that made her knees weak.
"Strip. Slowly. I want to watch."
Mary Jane's fingers trembled as she peeled off her top, then her skirt, until she stood in nothing but pale pink lace. Luke's eyes darkened with approval.
"Good girl."
He guided her to her knees in front of him while keeping Maria tucked safely against his side, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist. His free hand threaded gently into Maria's hair as he kissed her again—soft, loving, letting her feel cherished even as the scene around them grew heated.
Mikaela glanced over her shoulder, watching Mary Jane unzip Luke with eager hands. "Fuck, look at her go," she breathed.
Luke freed himself, thick and hard, and Mary Jane took him into her mouth without hesitation—slow, worshipful licks and deep, obedient strokes that made his jaw clench.
At the same time, he slid his hand down Maria's skirt, fingers slipping beneath her panties to find her already soaked. She whimpered into his kiss, hips rocking shyly against his touch.
"So wet for me already, huh," he whispered against her lips.
Luke lifted Maria easily—she weighed nothing in his arms—and set her on the wide ledge of the air-conditioning unit, spreading her thighs gently.
He sank to his knees in front of her, pushing her skirt higher and licking her pink, tiny pussy.
Mary Jane, still on her knees, took him deeper, moaning around his length at the sight.
Mikaela watched, desperate. "Luke—please—"
He lifted his head from Maria just long enough to growl, "Come here."
Mikaela scrambled over. Luke stood, pulling Maria with him, turning her to face the skyline. He bent her forward gently, hands stroking down her back as he slid into her from behind—slow, deep, letting her feel every inch while whispering praise in her ear.
"So good for me, Maria… taking me so perfectly…"
She whimpered, pushing back shyly, pleasure overwhelming her timidity.
At the same time, he reached for Mikaela, pulling her in front of Maria so the two girls faced each other. He guided Mikaela's hand between Maria's thighs, showing her exactly how to touch while he fucked Maria slow and steady.
Mary Jane rose, pressing against Luke's back, kissing his shoulder, his neck—until he turned his head and claimed her mouth in a fierce, dominating kiss.
Minutes blurred into a heated tangle.
Luke pulled out of Maria only to lift Mikaela against the wall, driving into her hard and fast—badass and relentless, making her scream his name into the open sky.
Then he set her down and bent Mary Jane over beside Maria, taking her with firm, commanding strokes while reaching around to stroke Maria again, keeping her on the edge.
Finally, he brought them all together—Maria on her back across the warm concrete, legs wrapped around his waist as he made love to her slow and deep.
Mikaela straddled Maria's face, moaning as Maria tentatively licked her—guided gently by Luke's encouraging words.
Mary Jane knelt beside them, kissing Luke deeply, then Maria, then Mikaela—until all four moved together in perfect, filthy harmony.
After Luke left the rooftop and said goodbye to Maria and Mikaela, he returned to the classroom together with Mary Jane.
Peter Parker watched Luke and Mary Jane enter side by side, completely unaware that anything was amiss, and greeted Mary Jane as usual.
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