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Daisy knew she would ask that, casually picked up an apple and took a bite, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not. The Director knows about my abilities, Dr. Pym knows too, and now you're the third person in the know."
She automatically ignored James Wesley and the maid.
Hill nodded gently, "So, what's your superpower? Teleportation?"
Daisy felt that she had developed her abilities quite well, but no one knew about them, to be honest, she endured very hard to keep it a secret, and now that she confessed, she wanted to show off in front of Hill. Swift as the wind, she teleported to the gym with Hill without a word.
Signaling the other to adopt a defensive stance, she then teleported behind Hill, fingers resting on her shoulder. Afterward, she teleported back in front of her, repeating the process three times.
"How's that? It's awesome, right?" Daisy stood with her hands on her hips, smiling happily. The Marvel version of the Flying Thunder God Technique had taken quite a bit of effort. It could directly vibrate the strings within a small range, eliminating the need for calculations. It felt like an advanced mage casting spells without incantations. However, the number of short-range teleports couldn't exceed six times, and frequent vibration of the string could lead to unpredictable consequences.
"It looks amazing! You can catch enemies off guard with this ability. Is this your superpower?" Hill asked with curiosity.
"Of course not." Daisy stomped her foot, and the floor trembled slightly.
Hill blinked slightly, immediately realizing something. Her gaze began to dodge, and she quietly asked, "Your method of healing scars is also using superpowers, right?"
"Yeah." She admitted it candidly. Since she had already revealed her abilities, there was no need to conceal this small detail.
After that, Daisy saw Hill let out a long breath, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.
Sharing each other's secrets is always the key to bringing people closer. Hill felt a sense of joy knowing Daisy's biggest secret, even if she wasn't the first to find out.
The two returned to the living room.
"No wonder it felt so strong at the time... I thought I probably wouldn't be so sensitive either!"
Daisy hadn't yet swallowed half of the cake in her mouth and almost choked her to death. She couldn't figure out why the eldest sister suddenly became dirty. Is this kind of topic appropriate for chatting on Christmas Eve?
Hill told her with facts, it's appropriate! She recounted her feelings at the time in a self-deprecating tone, and even laughed as she said it.
Daisy could only chuckle and lament the inequality between men and women.
There was no burden for women to talk about this topic. If two men talk about it, the pure gay feeling doesn't run out!
"Now that I know it's not my problem, I don't worry, help me remove this scar on my thigh today."
Although she said it casually, she was still a little uncomfortable thinking of the embarrassing scene.
Daisy quickly nodded and agreed. Seeing that Hill was a bit embarrassed, she closed the curtains easily.
On Christmas night, there were also scattered lights outside the window, and children occasionally ran past singing Christmas songs. Employees hired by various businesses also dressed up as Santa Claus, giving small gifts to passing citizens.
With the curtains drawn, the room felt isolated from the outside world. She didn't know where the maid bought the curtains, but their blocking effect was amazing and it seemed to be a little soundproof.
"Um, should I open them again?" she asked, her tone a bit weird.
"That's fine." The female deputy's pride seemed to waver, her heart pounding, and her muscles trembling as she recalled the embarrassing scene.
Daisy who was extremely perceptive to vibrations, observed her curiously. She was so heroic just now. Why are you shaking now? Also have a vibration ability?
Hill loosened her belt and removed her jeans.
Foreigners lacked the concept of long johns. The indoor temperature maintained a constant 20 degrees Celsius year-round, evidenced by the fact that Nick Fury wears leather clothes all year round. Outdoor activities are basically driving, and women wear skirts beneath their coats in winter.
At this time, Hill discarded the outer pants, revealing inner underwear—neither the fun style nor childlike, just the usual black briefs.
A scar adorned the outer side of Hill's thigh, resembling a gunshot wound. The bullet rubbed the thigh. Though healed, a dark mark lingered on the skin.
The first scar removal had occurred in the bathroom initially, with Hill turning away during the second attempt. Previously, facing away, Daisy could discern nothing and now could rely on a face-to-face approach.
She washed her hands and wiped them clean, and when Hill signaled, she extended her right hand.
"Wait!" Hill suddenly interrupted. "I'm afraid I can't help it..."
"How about I put a towel in your mouth?" Daisy suggested, scratching her head to try to make suggestions.
Hill shot her an annoyed glare, rejecting the idea of muffling cries with a random towel. They were just healing, not digging out bullets!
"If you can't help but make a sound, we're friends; it's okay!" Daisy reassured, even though she didn't believe a single word.
Hill resorted to self-hypnosis, reminding herself that everyone is a woman, normal! It's okay, it's okay!
She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, like a martyr waiting for the enemy to start torture.
"I feel like I'm being treated like a bad guy!" Daisy muttered to herself.
After practicing with Old Pym for a month, her control over her abilities became more exquisite. She reduced the vibration speed to the point where it could only shatter dead cells, both to minimize energy consumption and to avoid any embarrassing situations with Hill.
Pressing her fingers on her thighs, Daisy began to vibrate at a very slow frequency.
Hill, who was filled with a lot of thoughts, let out a sigh of relief. Don't look at her saying that she doesn't care, but who knows how ashamed she is...
Now this speed is... not good!
Too slow! Hill felt comfortable for the first minute, not ashamed, it was just like a massage chair. After a minute, she stopped thinking.
Daisy's vibration involves the cellular level, and a little aftermath will still stay in the body.
The aftermath traversed her nervous system, each pulse knocking on her heart.
Being a normal woman, Hill felt as if she had her appetite teased without fulfillment. The potential for reaching a climax was there, yet the slow pace lacked passion and failed to ignite the desired arousal.
Face flushed, she looked at the ceiling trying to distract herself.
Unaware of Hill's inner struggle and patience, Daisy thought had found the correct treatment method.
Occasionally, she would show off as if she had to ask, "Is it comfortable?" or "Is the strength too much?"
Hill could only cope with it. She felt like a volcano desperately needing an eruption, but the internal energy remained elusive. Bound by various moral concepts, she had to suppress the chaotic thoughts, enduring the hardship for a while longer.
At the sixth minute, she felt that she was going crazy, and could only talk to Daisy to divert her attention, "Why is it so slow this time? I remember it being much quicker the first two times."
When she mentioned this, with a proud expression, Daisy enthusiastically explained, "Actually, shattering dead cells doesn't require a very high frequency. I've derived a frequency vibration formula based on body mass..."
Listening to her enthusiastically explaining the formula with her innocent and controlling eyes, Hill couldn't help it. She felt like a super volcano, "Hurry up."
"Hm, what?"
"I said, Shake Faster!!"
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