Passion reigned in the room with contained moans and shallow breaths. Allen held Wednesday by the waist, not letting her catch much breath, which delighted her.
"It's the first time I miss needing to breathe to live," she said with a warm smile. "It would be fantastic to die from this type of asphyxiation."
"Oh, darling, pain, agony, suffering, anything that can make you happy, I'll fulfill..."
"Oh, then let me die in your arms."
Allen smiled at Wednesday's words. Every word and phrase exchanged between them, despite being disturbing for many, was filled with warmth, feelings, and love, yes, love.
It was the truth; they both loved each other but hadn't found a way to communicate it properly. Allen always knew that Wednesday was an unusual girl, her way of loving was tinted black and covered by a gloomy mantle, with deadly and dangerous passion, but without warmth and intensity with any other girl.
They continued kissing with incandescent passion, lost in each other's bodies.
A while later, there was a knock on the door. Wednesday reluctantly pulled away and offered to open it.
Before leaving, she avoided Allen's gaze. Now that her mind had cooled and desire had been controlled, she had to face her feelings and the pleasant sensation pumping in her heart.
She left the room with a red face. Allen remained standing for a moment, not understanding what had happened; this outcome would have been expected from all the women he knew except her.
...
Allen collapsed into his chair, then leaned forward. Even with more experience with women, his relationship with Wednesday led him into a kind of addictive corruption, prompting him to act as he did.
Allen knew he wasn't a saint, as many might think of him. He was simply raised to have a decent moral code. He wasn't entirely pretending when he acted like this; he knew that a part of himself could accept women like Wednesday.
While Allen remained seated, there was a woman with blue hair standing behind him. She was Esdeath, and her icy gaze lacked emotions.
She was upset, but there was something odd; she didn't know why she was upset...
...
*Allen's POV*
When I started in this world of content creation, I never expected to have so many people watching me. I wasn't sure how I'd react if my life hadn't changed because of my system.
I mean, I can complain about having to avoid the destruction of the world every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and on special occasions, Sundays, but at least I don't have to worry about fear of crowds and public anxiety. Deadly danger never allowed me to do so.
Looking at my screens ready to start streaming, I realize I feel less nervous about these apocalypse days. Maybe I'm maturing, or maybe facing a fight capable of ending the universe a few days ago has made me less prone to fear for my life.
Right after dealing with Darkseid, there was the problem of Esdeath, but even with her tricky and unfair ability to freeze space-time, I didn't feel nervous about any trouble. Maybe she felt it, and that made her surrender easier.
I must say I wasn't in my best shape at that time; maybe I would have struggled to contain her. Second Chance, which I decided to rename Save Point, realistically, I don't even know why it had another name. That ability might be the reason for my calmness, even if Beerus appeared in person and destroyed me, he would have to do it ten times to truly kill me.
Well, I'm not that invincible, that ability has ten uses with independent cooldowns. It's like an old memory card with ten save slots, each one works once every ten days.
As another defect, it can only save thirty seconds before, for example, if I activate a save point it will take me to my state thirty seconds ago, meaning that any damage that exceeds that time will not disappear.
It sounds crazy, but that's why I was able to win using the contents of the Iridescent chests; they're no joke. If it weren't for that ability, I would have died several times.
But let's stop thinking about that; there's another issue that bothers me... this world, the world I've lived in all my life. Seeing an alternate future of DC where everything that could go wrong went wrong and as a result, everyone died, made me think of a terrible possibility.
Are there alternate versions of my world? Are there futures where I couldn't win and the world was destroyed? Or even, could there be a world where I don't exist?
On the other hand, there are times when I think that just as DC exists in my world as comics, perhaps my world exists in others in the same way.
I don't know...
I decided to address some topics with my Chat.
- Hi boss :D
– You my man!!
– Hiiiiiiii!
– I demand to know why you're not destroying a planet today.
– Ohh back to the room with bright lights and colors! :0
My Chat, as always, is adorable (sarcasm).
– Fu*k you! :3
"Hey! It hasn't even been two minutes, and you're already disrespecting me, you sons of bitches."
- Sorry Al :( now Screw you! but with love :3
"..."
This would be an exhausting stream, but I don't mind; in general, dealing with so many people would become exhausting with so many comments scrolling at high speed, but it would be ridiculous if my system, precisely designed for these situations, didn't provide me with the means to handle it.
Better vision to pay attention to all comments regardless of quantity and a body that doesn't tire as long as the stream doesn't end.
I handled the wave of questions and criticisms well, among the criticisms, the fact of leaving that universe stood out, which was easy to respond to: I'm not a god, I don't have the mental strength to take care of so many worlds.
Besides, Superman took care of villains and superheroes alike, so Batman, Flash, and their friends could rebuild a basic society in a short time, there will be countless problems, but I believe they can solve them. I told Batman to ask Neo Genesis for help, with Darkseid dead, they would be happy to help the planet responsible for that.
Jackblack – I hope they succeed, if I'm honest, that bitter ending is what they usually do in DC before a Flashpoint, but maybe that would be the best option.
Nikky – but they are living people, is it right to erase all survivors of that hell just to get a happy ending?
Rogue – Many stories work on this theme, for example, if you were about to die, and your only salvation would be to copy yourself, like a clone, would you do it? he would have all your memories, feelings, even your scars, every part of you would be in him, however, would it be you? In my case, I don't think so; I died, and a person with my face lives my life.
Rick – That's not your point, *burp* every Flashpoint kills all the survivors and resets the world, and it's not the same world; it never will be, and that's why there are so many different futures because the slightest change causes a different future.
Tony – However, you can't deny the existence of destiny, even if they don't physically look alike, there are two versions of Superman and Batman, but even if they were the same person, having different futures can it be said that they are the same person?... no, and yet both continue to exist as if the world needed them to exist.
After listening to everyone's opinions, it was the same conclusion I reached: if a Flashpoint were to occur, I from that universe wouldn't be me.
"After all, what makes a person is their life... even if the body and soul are the same, that person wouldn't be me anymore."
As I finished speaking, my own words felt heavy, but for some reason, another me?... I don't know how I would feel...
...
"People! Enough of this melancholic topic, let's talk about another situation."
– What's up? :0
– Don't tell me you finally went bald?!
"No! Let's debate this: is our world, our world of comics? Yes or no?"
– Mmm well, I guess so... I mean, it would be too much to believe otherwise after seeing gods and all that...
– That's not possible! my life is shit! my wife left me for the gardener! my kids blame me for everything. If this is a world predetermined by someone, the author is shit!
– I agree, my life is boring, I spend all day working, and I come home to sleep, and then work again; this will repeat until I die.
– My boss is horrible... she yells at me for everything, but I need that job, and I can't quit.
– That's nothing... at my graduation, the girl I was dating... was a guy.
– Wtf!
– I'm sorry, friend D:
– It's true, everyone's life sucks, this just shows that the world is real because fantasy life usually gives some good things to its characters, especially to its protagonist.
I noticed the conversation was shifting to how everyone was dissatisfied with their lives; that's depressing. I should divert their attention from that... I know!
"Shut up, you can complain later; I'm very upset!" I took a shirt from my inventory; that shirt had my face on it. "These things and many more products with my face on them are being sold all over the world."
– What? Are you bragging? Are you going to do a promotion? :(
– I knew it. Allen finally fell into capitalism D:
– No, Allen!! Don't do it! I don't want to have to leave your channel :(
"You pieces of shit! I have nothing to do with this, some company is selling all kinds of products about me without my consent!"
– Huh?!
– Don't fuck with me, I bought it, along with a Walker cap and a poster of your Clown Crown form from Amazon!
– Shit, does that mean the underwear I bought isn't real?!
Huh?! What are these guys saying? They don't understand the seriousness.
"This means that someone is profiting from my image, and it's not me!"
– Eh -_-
– I see... and?
– Bruh...
"These idiots don't understand my suffering; so many days I spent in agony over my debts taught me the value of money. I can't allow my image to be prostituted in this way."
– It's true, you've suffered a lot, but life is cruel.
– Don't worry, we're with you.
– You're awesome!
"You shameless bastards! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in debt in the first place!"
– Tee hee ;3
– I don't regret anything, that's what you get for being so handsome :p
– Let's be honest, life treats you very well, you should suffer more!
I was speechless, my Chat, my viewers, and my community were all so selfish that they left me speechless.
"I'm not going to allow this lack of respect, I suffer just like all of you!!"
The door of my room opened, and MJ entered; her face was censored with a mosaic.
She approached me and whispered for me to give her the shirt, but in a larger size, she also said that I should wear it a couple of times before she could steal it from me, what kind of girlfriend is this?
I reluctantly agreed, and I earned a kiss from her, and she promised me she would reward me; then she went to the door, swaying her hips slightly; she did it on purpose.
"See you later ❤️~" she blew me a final kiss before leaving. I won't lie... I felt like closing the stream and following her.
I coughed and turned my attention back to the Chat, reigniting my anger. "As I was saying, I won't allow this kind of insult!!"
The door opened, and this time Gwen entered, dressed in a cute pink apron as if she were a young wife, she approached and complained that I had only given a gift to MJ.
"Okay, look, here's this dakimakura they made with me in"
Before I could finish speaking, Gwen snatched the pillow to hug, with my image.
"Thank you, I love you! ❤️" She hugged me and kissed me several times.
I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head and returned my attention to the Chat.
"People, I'm the one who sacrificed my life fighting, and all I hear is complaints and insults; I don't deserve it, I suffer too!"
The door opened, and Esdeath entered, she stood silently, her face not censored, so everyone saw the anime waifu in my room.
Without saying anything, I knew what she wanted, so I immediately pulled out a plushie of myself, but in a chibi version. She took it and looked at me; maybe it was my imagination, but I think she smiled a little. However, she didn't do anything and left.
"As I was saying, I'm a victim."
Rebecca and Wednesday entered; Rebecca jumped on me demanding a gift. I took out a scarf with my name engraved on it from my inventory and put it on Rebecca. She remained silent for a moment before smiling beautifully.
I was hurt that she thought I wouldn't give her anything.
"You're as important as my other girlfriends," I said, petting her head.
She put her hand in my pants, but I stopped her before anything else happened. However, it was all a trap; Rebecca took advantage of that distraction to steal a kiss from me and then run away.
"Hahaha, see you later, Honey!~"
I shook my head and looked at Wednesday; she remained silent, looking very beautiful in that dark, gothic dress.
I removed the stream image and got up, taking out a pendant with my face on it; it was a bit ugly, so I spent a fragment to modify it into a black heart-shaped pendant with pictures of the two of us inside.
Her expression changed to a smile before I kissed her.
"I wish it contained something more substantial, like your blood or a piece of your soul," she said with a loving look.
"You're terrifying, dear, don't you prefer one of my fingers?" I replied, returning the smile. This kind of exchange doesn't bother me. We kissed again before she left.
Then I put the image back and continued the stream.
"As I was saying... you have no idea that I suffer the most, I got hit by the Hulk, not you but me!!!"
The door opened, and I was surprised to see Diana; she wasn't dressed as Wonder Woman but in civilian clothes, and her casual clothes had an intellectual and elegant touch.
I got up, hugged her, and kissed her she responded, telling me about the delay. Diana arrived, and we didn't even have time together; it was as if the world didn't want that. I promised to dedicate a whole day to her, and she smiled.
We shared a couple of things before she left; of course, I also gave her something. A keychain shaped like a Clown Crown, I thought about keeping it for myself, but I'd rather have her have it.
I noticed that Donna, Raven, and Starfire were at the door I winked at them, and they ran away, which was cute.
I returned to my chair, my bad mood was gone, and I decided to set aside the previous incident.
However, when I looked at the Chat, there were tens of thousands of comments insulting me for no reason. What's wrong with them?!
Allen is the most hated man in the world.
Allen is going to get a dozen lightning bolts courtesy of the heavens hahaha.
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