Walking out of the Bar With No Doors and driving into the urban area of New York.
Looking at the enthusiastic Magik, Luke calmly responded and raised his vigilance.
In view of this situation, he had many kinds of thoughts.
Such as beauty schemes, bait, and so on.
'Everything seems to be getting interesting.'
Forty minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi and followed Magik, who swayed her hips.
In his view, the other party was the Queen of Limbo and was also a popular participant in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.
She must have some ulterior motives to take the initiative to throw herself at him, being so passionate, straightforward, and provocative.
There was no free lunch in the world, and there would be no good thing for a beautiful woman to come to his door for no reason.
As a strong and healthy male creature, Luke was confident in his charm.
However, he didn't redeem Dick Grayson's 'Ladies Man' skill card.
How could he successfully get a youthful, lively, sexy, and charming female superhero within half an hour?
This was a bit exaggerated!
Superman was a 'walking female warlock' pile driver but wasn't a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically emitted pheromones.
"The room is very big, hmm, the bed is also very big."
Luke swiped his room card and walked into the luxurious suite where Magik was located.
This was the Hilton Hotel located in the center of New York. It seemed that the Queen of Limbo had a very prosperous life after returning to Earth.
"Then do you want to try the bed -- see if it's soft or not?"
Luke was looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, picking up the remote control and turning on the TV, which most people do in hotels.
Although no one really wanted to watch TV or the news.
But they always turned it on subconsciously, as if following a certain custom.
However, when Luke finished this set of actions, he turned around.
He found that Magik had removed her boots and leather pants, almost at an extraordinary speed.
The first thing that caught his eye was the lovely girl with her gorgeous body stretched across the bed.
'Ah ... not even going to chat about it first?'
'Wasn't this bit too fast!'
"If you feel hot, you should turn on the air conditioner in your room."
Luke tried his best to make his speech look as straight as steel before figuring out what was coming.
"When I saw you, I found you very attractive. My inner impulse made me feel hot and dry ... I don't even know your name yet?"
Magik's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.
It seemed to pierce his soul through the handsome skin.
"You dare ask someone to a room when you don't even know his life, gender, or sexual orientation?"
Luke's face remained unchanged, but inwardly he cursed.
"I'm Stephen Strange's contractor, an ordinary master."
He introduced himself.
"Strange ... Oh, you mean the stinky guy who looks like he fell down the drain and just crawled out? To be honest, it's kind of amazing that he made it through the first match."
Magik wasn't interested in other competitors and spoke casually.
Then, she put her eyes on Luke.
"Aren't you here to see me?"
Luke was a little surprised. He hadn't done anything yet. The other party was so active and direct.
"Before I stepped into the Bar With No Doors, the diviner at Limbo said that I would receive a surprise gift."
Magik stretched out one foot to hook Luke's trouser legs. Her amber eyes were like a pool of spring water, gently flowing out.
"Now, it seems, she's absolutely right."
Luke picked his eyebrows. Was this Marvel world's version of 'a Chinese odyssey'?
The one who pulled out the sword was the destined hero of the world?
He had never heard of such a setting.
"Sit closer. You smell good."
Magik hooked her fingers like an evil female demon, releasing an alluring aura.
Luke, who was prepared to fight while keeping calm, sat down on the bed.
Before he could say anything, two white arms wrapped around his neck.
Pa!
The crystal chandelier that originally shone.
Instantly extinguished.
'The sugar coating is off, but where are the bullets?'
Until the last minute, Luke still didn't understand the situation.
The Queen of Limbo was only greedy for his body, or maybe she had other plans.
...
...
The scale of time, in people's subjective judgment, could be long or short. There was no accuracy.
If you are waiting for buses and subways or the bell to ring and leave school, then a few short minutes can be very long, as if the second hand is ticking very slowly.
A few hours become just a blink of an eye on holiday, or a rave party, and some other pleasant situations.
For example, Luke who ended the battle.
For him, he didn't think the fierce battle would last long.
But when the curtains were opened, and the city was overlooked, the night was getting darker.
"So, you simply want to sleep with me?"
Luke casually put on his robe and stood in front of the huge French window.
As the Queen of Limbo, a famous young witch who was proficient in dark magic and a new generation of mutants, Magik had excellent personal strength.
She had a physical quality that was close to that of a demoness. In terms of flexibility and endurance, she was excellent among the opponents Luke had encountered before.
"I originally had something serious to say, but... I forgot."
Magik laid limply on the bed, her waist-length blonde hair spreading out, covering her beautiful curves.
"Mephisto, the old swindler, should be right next door. You can go there."
Luke paused, then smiled, "Next time, healthy activities like this can actually be postponed."
He didn't expect that he virtually stood Mephisto up and made the other party wait for hours for no reason.
Of course, he didn't expect Magik to directly have sex with him, which made Luke inexplicably feel as if he had sold his body.
"But, what does Mephisto want with me?"
Luke took off his robe and went into the bathroom.
No matter what universe he was in, he had never met this Lord of Hell and had no friendship with him.
"The old fraudster contacted all of the participants of the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, one by one, privately."
Magik replied breathlessly.
"It seems that hell is making a big move."
Luke's eyes flashed, and his mouth tilted.
Mephisto never dealt with the Sorcerer Supreme. Often moving in secret and always acted as the villain hiding behind the scenes.
It seemed that the Ancient One faked his illness and probably caught a big fish.
"Umm... Luke, leave a phone number. When we get an opportunity, let's make another appointment next time."
Magik made no secret that she was satisfied with Luke in all aspects and thought it could develop in the long run.
"We will meet again soon, don't worry."
Luke smiled, pushed the door, and went out.
He was no longer confined to a female warlock exclusive pile driver, but female demons too -- Magik was, in a way, a semi-demon.
'I feel like I'm going further and further down the wrong path and will never return.'
Luke shook his head, determined to resist the temptation of the outside world.
He pushed open the door next door and saw an old man in a suit with a gloomy face.
The other person was sitting on the single-person sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.
The smell of sulfur, which was so strong that it was almost impossible to cover up, was all over the room.
Masters with slightly sharper senses, or those with psychic abilities, were fully capable of detecting it.
"I had invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately, only six of them came. You are the seventh."
Mephisto put down his glass and faintly said so.
"In fact, if I hadn't heard what was going on next door, I would have thought that you also rejected the invitation."
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