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"In addition to the new instructor, there is also a new dean of studies." Instructor Roth announced. He hurried to the classroom door and asked respectfully to the corridor outside, "Dean of Studies, do you want to come in and say a few words?"
"No."
A cold, calm female voice responded. Moments later, a tall figure walked past the classroom corridor.
The curly-haired woman wore a leopard-print coat and a tight sweater underneath, which highlighted her curvy figure. Even though she only passed by, her presence captured the attention of many students in the classroom.
Mike blinked in confusion. Did the dean glance at him as she passed the corridor?
The first class of the day was chemistry.
Mike and his classmates gathered in the school's independent laboratory, watching Dr. Kurt Connors demonstrate an experiment at the podium. Mike calmly retrieved the instruments and began the experiment alongside his lab partner.
At the window of the laboratory, the new instructor, Natasha, leaned casually against the frame. Her teacher's uniform outlined her graceful figure, and her dark red hair shimmered in the sunlight, giving her an almost intoxicating appearance.
The breeze from the open window played with her hair, making it glint like fire in the sunlight.
The students' focus wavered. Some dropped their glassware onto the tables with loud clattering sounds.
Mike, however, remained calm. He consciously avoided paying Natasha too much attention; showing excessive interest might risk exposing his identity.
He couldn't understand why Natasha, the Black Widow who had fought alongside the Avengers, was now at his school, disguised as a new instructor. For now, he decided to treat her as though she really were just an instructor.
Natasha leaned against the window, her sharp, intelligent eyes scanning the students. Occasionally, her gaze would linger on the black-haired boy seated in the back corner of the lab.
Before assuming her undercover identity, she had studied the boy's photograph in detail.
Mike Prince.
The public record described him as a quiet, steady boy who didn't like mingling with strangers. He was known for being studious, respectful to teachers, and polite to friends. Despite his handsome features, he wasn't particularly popular, possibly because of his reserved demeanor and his heritage. Most of the attention he garnered was due to his childhood friend, Gwen Stacy, who had grown up with him.
By the way, Gwen's father was a well-known police officer, further solidifying her social standing.
And then there was Mike's guardian.
One of the newly formed Justice League heroes—Wonder Woman, Diana Prince.
Given Diana's recent public activities as a superhero, it was almost impossible for Mike not to be aware of her dual identity.
That was likely one of the reasons Director Nick Fury had sent Natasha to investigate.
Could Mike Prince, raised by a godlike being, really be just an ordinary high school student?
On the surface, Natasha pretended to observe the whole class. In reality, her focus was entirely on the black-haired boy. Years of experience as a top spy guided her analysis and judgment.
Her first impression upon seeing Mike?
She liked him.
After all, he had an attractive face, a clean and sunny demeanor, and a sharp sense of fashion...
Wait.
Natasha froze mid-thought, startled.
What was she thinking?
Was she the kind of person who judged people by appearances?
She had been trained in the Red Room from a young age, enduring inhuman torture and conditioning. Her body and mind had been pushed to their limits through grueling training and enhancement drugs. She had killed countless enemies—and even allies—without hesitation.
Her beauty and body were tools of her trade, weapons as lethal as her combat skills. She had never allowed herself to be swayed by superficial impressions.
And yet...
The first moment she saw Mike, she felt a subtle, inexplicable affection for him.
If she weren't the Black Widow, if she hadn't been specifically sent by Fury, she might not have even noticed this strange phenomenon.
"Let's assume Mike Prince is my target."
"Not just for observation. If my mission were to assassinate him, would I still feel this way?"
Natasha closed her eyes briefly, giving herself hypnotic suggestions.
When she opened them again, her beautiful eyes were calm and emotionless, like a still pool of water—a look she had perfected for carrying out assassinations.
She glanced at Mike in the back row of the laboratory, her expression composed. But in the next moment, the icy façade in her gaze shattered, replaced by a trace of pity that she couldn't conceal.
She couldn't summon any intent to kill him.
Natasha froze. She wasn't a righteous or kind-hearted person, nor did she hesitate when it came to eliminating targets. Yet, even after hypnotizing herself to treat Mike as an enemy and suspecting there was something off about him, she still couldn't muster the will to harm him.
'I can't do it. I just can't.'
Even if he were a threat, she felt an unshakable instinct to protect him.
"What's wrong with me?" Natasha whispered, her confidence shaken.
Was there something wrong with Mike? Or was something wrong with her?
Unbeknownst to Mike, his unique abilities as the Lord of the Dependents had a hidden passive effect.
In addition to gaining powers through exchanges with the opposite sex, this passive trait subtly influenced individuals of the opposite gender who possessed extraordinary abilities. It created an inherent favorability toward him—a subconscious bond that prevented them from seeing him as an enemy unless he actively wronged them.
School, Principal's Office.
The new dean of studies shrugged off a leopard-print coat and draped it over the back of a chair before sitting down. Her tight brown sweater clung to her muscular frame, outlining a lithe, feline physique.
Barbara Minerva—better known as Cheetah—settled into her chair with a contented smirk, her piercing eyes glowing faintly green. She licked her scarlet lips as if savoring a delicious secret.
"Diana." Barbara murmured to herself, "I didn't expect you to keep such a treasure hidden. You've raised him well and didn't even share with your good friends..."
Her gaze turned predatory, her expression hungry. Her tongue flicked out to lick the back of her slender hand.
"I can't wait to see your face when I take him for myself."
After Class, students streamed out of the laboratory.
Mike lingered, packing up glassware as Natasha left the room, her uniform accentuating her every step.
"Ugh." Gwen muttered under her breath, frowning as she noticed Mike watching Natasha. Hugging her books to her chest, she turned to leave, only for Mike to grab her arm and pull her back.
"What?" Gwen pouted in protest, "Give me a few years, and I can grow up like that too..."
"There's no time to explain." Mike interrupted.
He pulled her back into the empty laboratory and crouched under the podium table, glancing up at a camera mounted on tseriously.
With a loud clatter, a few books fell under the table. The laboratory returned to silence.
Under the podium, the cramped space forced Mike and Gwen into close proximity. Their faces were inches apart, warm breaths mingling in the dim light.
"Mike, what are you doing?" Gwen whispered, her sapphire eyes wide with confusion.
"I need to borrow your ability." Mike replied seriously.
Though he didn't know why Natasha was there, he decided it was safer to gain Gwen's super-spider powers as a precaution.
"Borrow... my ability?" Gwen stammered, her face flushing bright red. She understood immediately.
"In school? Here?"
Her voice was barely audible, her embarrassment palpable.
"If you don't want to, forget it." Mike said, not wanting to push her.
"Who said I don't want to…" Gwen whispered, her words as soft as a breeze.
Mike blinked, caught off guard. His pulse quickened as he took in her shy expression.
"Then I'll start." He said, his throat dry.
Gwen closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly, her lips parting just enough.
Mike leaned in, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. But just as their lips were about to meet—
Thump!
Footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing louder as they approached the laboratory.
Mike and Gwen froze, their breaths hitching.
The door creaked open.
"I almost forgot something..." Muttered Dr. Kurt Connors, stepping inside.
Mike and Gwen held their breath, watching the shiny leather shoes of their doctoral teacher so close to them from under the table.
'If we're discovered, the consequences will be disastrous!'
Fortunately, Dr. Kurt didn't linger long. Within half a minute, he had gathered everything from the table without noticing the two students hiding beneath it.
But just as he was about to leave with his belongings—
Clagh!
A glass cup fell from the desk to the ground. It didn't shatter but rolled inward, eventually stopping under the table.
Dr. Kurt sighed and bent down to retrieve it.
"This is bad!" Mike and Gwen's eyes widened in panic.
But just as Dr. Kurt's waist began to lower, his body suddenly convulsed violently. He steadied himself on the desk, a guttural, inhuman roar escaping his throat.
"Not now…" Dr. Kurt muttered hoarsely, his usually calm voice filled with pain. His hands gripped the desk tightly, making it groan under the pressure. His shirt and suit began to rip as his muscles swelled unnaturally.