Allen was about to punish Ivy, but he stopped his movements for a moment and glanced at the office door.
'Well, it seems Harley came, no, at this moment it's Harleen... it's quite peculiar to encounter her before she became Harley Quinn...' Allen thought as he smiled slowly.
Everyone knows that the Joker only cares about Batman, many times in many stories, he treats Harley as something convenient and disposable. The Joker has abandoned her to her fate, used her as bait, as a shield, and even tried to kill her.
If the Joker had to choose between saving Batman, the guy who constantly seeks to lock him in a dungeon, and the woman who is willing to do anything for him, without hesitation, he would let her die.
The Joker did a great job brainwashing Harleen, to the point where Harley would be unrecognizable from her former self. However, not all the credit goes to the Joker, young Harleen had a predisposition to accept madness to some extent.
Allen had no remorse for keeping Harleen away from the Joker, however, at this moment, Allen didn't have time to deal with the lovely Harleen.
Allen stopped looking at Harleen and focused on Ivy.
...
Her green eyes radiated intoxication and lustful desire, her accelerated breath and slight crystalline sweat on her skin revealed her impatience, and her mouth let out unsatisfied gasps.
Ivy was a woman filled with lust.
Poison Ivy was an irresistible voluptuous beauty.
However... Allen remains indifferent to this woman who is an incarnation of lust.
Indifferently, Allen leaned forward, resting his right elbow on the desk and touching Ivy's cheek with his left hand.
"Am I delicious?" Allen said as he extended his fingers to capture Ivy's tongue and play with it.
Ivy became more excited and let out a visible breath, her eyes almost turned into hearts as she was teased by Allen.
'This is wrong!' Harleen swallowed saliva as she watched, she couldn't believe this. While a relationship between a secretary and boss is common and even expected, the relationship she witnessed was not between a man and a woman and not between lovers.
'How can she be such a shameless bitch to endure that treatment?!' Harleen didn't know if she was lucky or unlucky because, with this type of desk without a front cover, she was able to see everything.
...
"Haa~ Mhm~ Master~" Ivy used her soft, wet tongue to lick Allen's fingers.
"You call me master but don't respect me... you tried to kill me, what should I do with you?"
"Hmm~ Hahh~ I'm sorry~" Ivy apologized, looking up with a pitiful look that provoked a man's protective desire.
Harleen gasped at that, Ivy wasn't just a woman in her eyes but Allen's property, and she was happy about it!
'How shameless! Kuhh!' Harleen felt a shiver that numbed her body and unconsciously squeezed her legs as she saw such a level of perversion. Although her eyes were glued, she didn't look away for a second.
...
Allen found the attitude of the young Dr. Quinzel amusing, the Harley Quinn he remembered would have entered the office without shame, perhaps she would have teased Ivy, and depending on her relationship with Joker at that time, she might even have suggested joining.
Allen shook his head, Harley is very fun and pleasant, but the price of her existence is too high. However, there was something Allen ignored, and it was Harleen's voice in her head.
...
Allen returned his attention to Ivy, of course, Harleen had the privilege of secretly watching, but that's because she's Harley Quinn. Otherwise, Allen wouldn't let her watch, no matter if Ivy isn't his woman, she's a woman he has intimacy with and deserves privacy.
Allen's eyes narrowed as he looked at the lost Ivy, he wondered if her state had to do with him or if she always had that predisposition and never knew it.
'At this point, even if I push her, she won't resist, but that wouldn't be a punishment,' thought Allen, then smiled as he withdrew his hand from her mouth. Ivy looked disappointed and annoyed to see Allen's hand move away.
"It's supposed to be a punishment, you have no right to demand anything," Allen smiled with a touch of coldness.
Ivy's expression changed from annoyance to shyness when scolded.
Allen relaxed as he dried his fingers of Ivy's saliva with a handkerchief as if the saliva of a beauty like her were unpleasant.
Harleen frowned at this, however, the real reason for this disrespectful action is simple. On the one hand, Ivy's saliva is deadly, literally; when the surface of the white handkerchief touched the saliva, it turned green and emitted a slight toxic vapor. However, this didn't bother Allen, she may be the deadliest beauty in the world, but it doesn't affect him. The other reason for this disrespectful action towards Ivy is drawn on the woman's face.
She was panting with a flushed face and sweat dripping all over her body, her blouse was now transparent, revealing her black lace bra. Ivy's skirt wasn't spared, it was stuck to her body due to sweat as she watched Allen's actions with expectation.
She wasn't a child herself, she knew that these actions could only lead to the bed. Ivy didn't feel pressured or unwilling, she wanted to have sex with Allen, but that didn't mean she loved him. For her, love was dead, but her desire for Allen was real, perhaps he was the only man who could accept her at this point.
Allen threw the handkerchief into the trash and looked at Ivy with narrowed eyes. "Do you find it funny to dirty your boss?" Allen's tone had a touch of mockery and a touch of feigned scolding.
"No~" she replied with an unfocused look. Ivy felt her heart racing a thousand miles per hour. "I'm sorry, master!~"
Every time she says "master," a part of her mind, body, and soul is immersed in a sweet numbness that runs through her body and stops at her belly.
"Master should punish Ivy...." she begged as she crawled to Allen's legs, but Ivy didn't touch him because Allen hadn't given her permission.
"Uhh~"
Ivy's panting became sweeter and more intermittent, she was on the verge of moaning.
With each passing second, she seemed more like a female in heat willing to do anything than an evil villainess. However, Allen's attitude seemed completely undisturbed, proud, and dignified, not yielding to Ivy's charms.
He made it clear with every serious look and dominant tone, that Ivy wouldn't tempt him, everything that happens will happen on his terms and desires.
Ivy lowered her head and hugged her body as she realized that situation, it was like being totally chained and restricted to the will of this man. However, far from bothering her, Ivy could barely contain her lust.
...
'How dare he treat her like that?!'
Harleen couldn't believe how rude Allen was; Ivy was practically offering herself, but he was just playing. If Allen were a gentleman, he would have rejected her without provoking her without intending to go any further.
In a normal situation, a man like that would be unpleasant, but considering the context of the boss and secretary, their personalities, the sexual tension between them, Ivy's debt for trying to kill him, and her newly awakened masochistic side, along with the fact that Allen is Allen, I mean, at this point, describing everything that Allen is to the eyes of a woman is unnecessary. All of that together makes this situation the sinful fantasy of countless women.
Even women who would never consider this kind of relationship with a man couldn't help but gasp if they witnessed it.
Harleen was no exception; the young woman was sweating, she wanted to run away, but her legs wouldn't obey her, or even if she wanted to go in and stop Allen, her hands didn't push the door.
'Come in!... you know you want to~, Hahaha!,' Harleen's voice said in her head, it was herself but with a more unpredictable and unrestrained attitude.
'Shut up!' Harleen replied.
'Come on, sweetheart, I know you better than anyone, I know you're not as sweet and kind as everyone thinks... I admit Joker had his charm, but this guy is really charming, let him take away that ugly virginity you carry HAHAHAHAHA.'
...
'Just leave me alone!!'
'No!'
Harleen decided to ignore her imaginary self, her shamelessness was unimaginable, and she often advised absurd things.
Fortunately for Harleen, the anger that her inner voice caused gave her the strength to snap out of Allen's trance. She turned around, wanting to get away as fast as possible.
"Open your blouse..." Allen said, he didn't order it, he just said it, but his voice was deeper, and his words carried a kind of charm that made Ivy and Harleen tremble.
Both girls couldn't believe, how shameless Allen must be to say something like that to a woman.
Harleen turned back and looked through the crack in the door, then she saw him. Allen no longer exuded that pressure and authority from before, his attitude had changed to a more relaxed one. But strangely, Allen seemed more dignified at that moment.
Allen smiled slightly. "Aren't you going to do it?" Allen said, his smile was subtle but charming too. However, Ivy realized one thing, Allen seemed more distant at this moment.
Ivy understood she might be a very beautiful woman, but in Allen's eyes, that meant nothing. If she decided to leave at this moment, Allen would be surprised, but he would smile and accept it.
Ivy understood...
Allen didn't need Ivy or any other beauty except the women he loved.
...
Ivy realized that she was the one flirting with Allen, not the other way around. She was the one who needed him, not the other way around. The prize here was the shameless man in front of her.
Neither Ivy nor Harleen could believe this situation; in a world where brave and heroic men fight for beautiful women, it's they who must strive if they want Allen's attention.
That sounds contradictory considering that Allen usually initiates flirting. Well, it is, and both Barbara and Supergirl noticed it. Allen flirts a lot with women, but he does it with a closed heart, no matter how much he's attracted to a woman's beauty, they won't easily enter his heart.
...
Harleen got angry, and her excitement cooled down, she couldn't bear this because it seemed like a way to devalue women. However, Ivy didn't rush, she remained silent for a moment, looking into Allen's eyes.
Was it true that Allen just played at seducing women without being serious? Was it a game for him? Ivy had to know, strangely her heart felt a pang of pain for some reason.
"Can you take off your glasses?" she asked, her tone was serious, and she seemed an illusion that she had been panting until a moment ago.
Allen didn't answer, he just did it. Allen took off his glasses, and in front of Ivy were Allen's eyes without obstacles. Harleen watched them from the side, so she couldn't see Allen's eyes because of her hair.
"..." Ivy's eyes widened as she was in shock, she blushed again and smiled, bringing her hands to her blouse. This time, she had no doubts, and her gaze was different from before, it wasn't just lusting, there was a warm smile there.
Harleen screamed inside, even the voice in Harleen's head did too, neither of them could believe this...
...
But this had an answer...
Ivy saw it in Allen's eyes, it's not that Allen treats women as toys, but he's a serious man; he doesn't go around conquering women without responsibility.
Allen could be Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark, he could dedicate himself to one or several different women every day, sleep with them, and forget them the next day.
But that would disrespect the relationships he already has, that's why Allen felt so bad after sleeping with Megan, Emma, and even the daughter of the Russian mafia boss.
Ivy saw the seriousness in Allen's eyes, she understood that Allen was taking her very seriously. Ivy could see the sincerity in his eyes, the purity of his soul, and the affection she could see there, it was an invaluable treasure...
Ivy felt bad being seen like that, in the eyes of everyone else, she was just a dangerous monster or an interesting villain.
Finally, within Allen's eyes, there was a question for her, he could give her what she was looking for, it would be an unimaginable pleasure, and he would fulfill all her fantasies. Allen was the perfect lover because his long experience as a content creator allowed him to see what others desired from him and give it to them.
But strangely, Ivy didn't like that...
She felt a kind of anger towards herself for some reason...
Ivy felt like she was about to make an irreparable mistake, so she breathed and calmed her heart. Ivy felt something change within her heart, there was a small seed different from lust and desire. Ivy smiled beautifully at Allen and brought her hands to her blouse.
This time, it was Allen's turn to be surprised, he didn't know she could make a smile like that.
Neither of them spoke, but there was a subtle change between them...
Harleen left while feeling a kind of frustration inside her.
'What's wrong with them?!'
Harleen was so angry that she had forgotten why she had come, but she didn't have time to remember because an alarm went off all over Arkham.
"What!"
Allen's gaze turned dark as he felt great anger. Someone had dared to cause trouble in his backyard.
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