"Master Lyon, perhaps this Natasha lady is indeed quite good. She doesn't seem to be swayed by money and has a righteous heart."
After everyone had left, Jarvis spoke again.
Lyon replied dismissively, "Yeah, she's not bad as a subordinate—loyal, indifferent to fame and wealth, unafraid of sacrifice. Where else can you find such a good subordinate?"
"Master Lyon... your perspective is always surprising, constantly making my calculations miss the mark."
"Of course," Lyon swiped on the electronic screen a few times. "By the way, look through the Red Room's main server and see if there are any documents related to Hydra."
"Please wait a moment... There are eight undercover files and 316 transaction documents, all related to Hydra."
Jarvis displayed the folder contents on the big screen.
He added, "However, the Red Room is unaware that these undercover agents and transactions are directly related to Hydra."
"I retrieved the above results based on the Hydra intelligence you uploaded earlier."
Lyon crossed his arms, "Eight undercover agents! The Red Room really has some impressive abilities, being able to infiltrate even Hydra."
"The document contents reveal that a Widow agent, after going undercover at a Hydra-controlled research facility, was later recommended to join S.H.I.E.L.D.," Jarvis said.
"In terms of identity, this Widow agent is also a Hydra member, though she is unaware of it."
"A double agent, no less! I'm starting to think Dreykov might be a genius after all!" Lyon clapped his hands.
He thought for a moment: "Have Natasha find a way to prioritize contacting this Widow and inject her with the suppressant!"
"Then, package all documents related to Hydra and send them back to Tony's mainframe!"
"Also, make sure to keep the parts of the documents related to the Red Room; we can use them later to make a case."
"Understood, Master Lyon," Jarvis responded.
The screen immediately showed the progress of the file transfer: "The file package has been transmitted back to the Stark Industries mainframe."
"Well done!"
Lyon slapped the table in satisfaction, as if he were patting Jarvis on the shoulder.
He stretched his shoulders and said, "Tonight's work can end here. Now it's time for some happy sunbathing!"
"And you, Jarvis, you're off duty too. You can operate freely on this fortress's mainframe however you like!"
"Thank you, Master Lyon," Jarvis replied.
"But I must remind you that there are still four hours left until your next scheduled sunbathing session."
To predict the upper limit of his power increase, Lyon's sunbathing time in space this month has been fixed.
If he wanted to sunbathe freely, he would have to wait for more than half a month.
"Oh, yeah.. Alright, I forgot," Lyon rubbed his chin. "In that case, I'll go help the ladies clean up the bodies."
He floated up, flew out of the command room, and found the busy Widow agents, helping them carry the bodies.
What would have originally taken a few hours was finished in less than ten minutes.
So, Lyon decided to gather everyone for a party in the officer's mess hall on the lower level of the fortress.
As the party began, the dining table only had simple fast food, but the star attraction was the large amount of whiskey and champagne Lyon had brought up from the wine cellar.
The women sat neatly around the dining table, each with a plate and a wine glass.
At first, they sat there stiffly, not knowing what to do.
They were even unable to adapt to this meal without any time constraints.
But soon, as one bottle after another of high-end champagne was poured into their glasses, the girls from all over the world gradually started to let loose.
They first began to whisper to each other.
Then, they gradually became bolder and started asking Lyon various questions.
In the end, the girls cheered, clinked their glasses, drank heartily, and surrounded Lyon, loudly singing the childhood nursery rhymes they remembered.
English, German, Chinese, Portuguese—all sorts of cheerful children's songs were sung in different languages.
Dozens of arms of different colors took turns wandering over Lyon, only to be helplessly pushed away by him.
Halfway through the party, most of the girls were just starting to get into the mood.
Their bodies, which had been specially trained and even modified, were destined to be difficult to get completely drunk.
But this did not stop them from becoming increasingly bold in their actions and increasingly suggestive in their words.
Lyon started to feel that this wasn't a party anymore; it was more like...
So he sensibly closed the door and left the officer's mess hall, leaving behind a group of singing and dancing, flushed-faced girls.
"Phew... Next time, I shouldn't have dinner with so many girls," Lyon said as he casually grabbed a towel nearby, wiping off the marks all over his face.
"Especially with girls who can't be easily drunk and only get more excited the more they drink?" Suddenly, a gentle female voice added.
"Hmm?" Lyon turned around in surprise.
Natasha was standing beside him, leaning against the wall. It was she who had handed him the towel.
"Why don't you keep drinking with them? Your sister has already started taking off her clothes and dancing the Hopak," Lyon teased.
At this moment, Natasha reached out to take the towel back, stepped forward, and helped Lyon wipe the marks on his neck and behind his ears.
"If I stayed inside, I wouldn't be able to catch you, would I?" She blinked playfully with her beautiful amber eyes.
Lyon looked at her pretty face up close and said, "Looks like I just got out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's lair?"
He had to admit, as long as he didn't use his supervision to observe, Natasha was a top-notch beauty.
"What do you think?" Natasha stood on her tiptoes and hooked her arms around Lyon's neck.
She breathed warmly by Lyon's ear, "Do I still smell bad now, bad guy?"
"Well, that's hard to say," Lyon whispered. "Maybe you'll have to let me smell more closely to find out."
Natasha pressed her cheek against Lyon's.
She sniffed lightly with her nose and said, "But I think you smell particularly nice. How about coming to my room tonight to find out why your scent is so strange?"
"Are you serious?"
Natasha's fingertips slid down from the S-shaped symbol on Lyon's chest.
"That depends on whether you're willing to be the shore where I settle down and put down roots."
"More than willing!"
Without wasting a second, Natasha placed her lips onto his, and they moved together, tasting each other. She pulled him closer, holding him tight.
Their tongues danced around each other, while their hands explored each other.
"I'm sensing some movement from your sisters near by... if we don't wanna give them a show, I guess we should go to your room.. " Lyon muttered between kisses.
"Yup!"
The two figures melded together, slowly moving into the elevator, heading back to Natasha's room, and slamming the door shut with a heavy thud.
With eager hands, they undressed each other, their lips and tongues still locked in a passionate kiss. The clothes fell to the floor in a heap, revealing the sculpted bodies beneath.
Natasha was really beautiful, her skin like warm honey under the soft glow of the room.
Natasha's hands glided over Lyon's bare chest, tracing the defined muscles.
Lyon's fingers trailed down Natasha's spine, making her shiver as she pressed herself against him. Their lips collided once more in a searing kiss, tongues intertwining deeply, exploring every corner of each other's mouths.
Natasha pulled away slightly, her eyes gleaming with lust. She guided Lyon towards the large, soft bed that beckoned seductively. They collapsed onto the mattress, their bodies tangling together in a passionate embrace.
Lyon's hands roamed freely over Natasha's body, mapping every inch of her curves. He cupped her full breasts, thumbing the taut nipples that strained toward him.
...
Beep! Beep!
Jarvis's urgent alert sounded repeatedly.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Lyon asked, half-opening his sleepy eyes. He reached out, fumbling on the floor in his Superman suit, searching for his phone in the direction of the sound.
Ding!
The phone screen lit up, showing Jarvis's waveform icon appearing on the display.
"Master Lyon, I apologize for disturbing your rest, but it appears Stark Industries requires your assistance."
"Tony?" Hearing his brother was in trouble, Lyon instantly woke up and sat up straight.
"What happened to him?"
"Mr. Stark is currently on the highest deck of the fortress, being blocked by the agent ladies. There seems to be an emergency!"
"Hmm? The deck? Agents? Why did he come here?" Lyon felt confused.
"Tell him to calm down and avoid any conflict with the Widows—they're on our side. I'll head over to find him right away."
Lyon pulled down the pale arm draped over him and slapped the bulge under the blanket beside him.
"Wake up, stop pretending to be asleep. I'm going to check on Tony. You'd better come up quickly."
Natasha opened her eyes, but they lacked their usual sharpness. Instead, they resembled a deep, verdant summer pond, the water so rich it seemed ready to overflow.
"When's our next time?" she asked, sitting up with the blanket around her. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, revealing half of her collarbone, white with a hint of red.
Lyon quickly put on his uniform. "Whenever you feel like coming to find me."
"What do you think our relationship is now?" he asked as well.
Natasha gave a charming smile. "You know me so well; you should already know."
"A one-of-a-kind, most special friend?"
"You really are greedy, but I agreed." Natasha hugged her knees under the blanket. "After all, you're my boss now, but don't think you can skimp on my wages in the future."
"Do you still need to worry about your salary? Last night, I gave you so much you couldn't take it all with both hands, right?" Lyon raised an eyebrow.
Hearing this, Natasha pulled the blanket over her head and said no more.
However, after Lyon left, she peeked out from under the blanket.
In the empty room, she playfully reached out and made a gripping motion with her hand as if remembering the width of something. Her eyebrows raised in an ambiguous expression, and she silently mouthed, "Such size.. Wow!"
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