170 170 Tearju Lunatique and a twisted way to love

Allen remained in place, surprised by her words. However, the unfolding events were not unexpected. He wondered why he hadn't put more effort into hiding his identity, perhaps it was the bad influence of Tony, who epitomized being brazen.

"Yeah," Allen replied with a shrug.

Tearju asked Allen if he was "that" Allen Walker, which he confirmed.

"Shouldn't you deny it just a little?" Tearju frowned cutely, pouting.

Allen understood that this seemingly harmless woman had discovered his secret identity.

An undeniable fact is that from the beginning, he didn't make much effort to hide himself; that is, Allen uses his name in both identities.

In Allen's defense, his original identity in public is practically unknown outside of Gwen, who was his only current friend before obtaining the system.

Allen remained silent for a moment, blinking once, looking at the beautiful teacher who was getting nervous as minutes passed.

Allen smiled. "And what's next?"

"Huh?"

"Miss Tearju, are you going to blackmail me? Are you going to go to the news? Or are you going to post who I am on social media?"

Allen seemed completely indifferent on the surface, but he prepared to use the neuralyzer with her if necessary. Although he wasn't concerned about his secret identity being revealed, everyone related to him would be affected.

Gwen and her family, MJ, Felicia, including his aunt, although she has the support of Shield, so she would be the safest.

Allen is not a superhero, and with his power, there are few chances of someone attempting something foolish with his family, girlfriends, friends, and acquaintances, but there are always people fearless of consequences, people willing to do anything regardless of their life.

The organization called Nemesis vowed to destroy him, everyone can imagine what this information would mean to them.

All right, Allen can prepare a thousand and one ways to protect all his close people, and he will, but he also decided to be more careful with the issue of his secret identity.

Being very powerful is not the same as being omnipotent, Allen cannot predict or control everything that will happen.

"No!"

Tearju stood up anxiously, shaking her head and waving her hands.

"I wouldn't do any of that!"

Allen raised an eyebrow, looking at the cute teacher in panic and nervousness. He decided to wait for her to explain.

"Uh, I-I..." Tearju stammered for a while, unsure how to respond, and then decided to show it.

She slowly raised her hands and brought them to her neckline, then began to unbutton it button by button, to the astonished gaze of Allen. This development caught him off guard.

Tearju's face was red, but as she made these movements, her emerald eyes never stopped looking at Allen, as if she made sure Allen was watching her.

Tearju's clothes opened up and revealed her white skin and huge breasts to Allen, who was dumbfounded, was this an attempt at seduction?!, it didn't make sense, even if she was a beautiful teacher and he was a handsome student...this shouldn't develop so fast.

Of course, a gentleman wouldn't embarrass a lady, and Allen fixed his gaze attentively without the slightest shame.

"Tsk."

One of the girls who had been silently observing expressed her dissatisfaction, but Allen couldn't identify who it was due to what was happening in front of him.

Tearju smiled a little embarrassed and with a hesitant look, "As you can see."

'What?' exclaimed Allen in his mind.

"I didn't want to reveal it so soon, but that's how it is..." said the woman, embarrassed but with a smile.

'That's why I say, what? She acts as if I should understand something, but the only thing I understand is that she is not wearing a bra!'

Allen's mind was in chaos trying to understand her words.

Tearju looked at Allen's confused face, it wasn't the reaction she was expecting. She put on a t-shirt with Allen's face. This T-shirt had become popular along with other products sold on the Internet.

That would be the best way to express that she didn't intend to betray him and that she was a fan of his, however, Allen seems very confused to see her.

Tearju looked down and her mind short-circuited, she realized that not only was she not wearing the t-shirt, but she had forgotten to put on a bra!

"NOOOOO!!" She screamed as she covered her body, Allen had a blank look, unsure how to react.

"What's wrong?!"

The physical education teacher rushed in, who was staying late for sports club activities, but was immediately greeted by a flash of light from the neuralyzer, which turned his mind to jelly to prevent him from seeing the embarrassing and compromising situation of a man and a woman.

No matter who started it or who was to blame, this could only end in scandal.

Allen looked with a sigh at his cute but clumsy teacher and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He took his jacket and covered her.

"Miss Tearju, how about you get dressed and we'll talk later...as a man it's hard to see such a beautiful woman half-naked," Allen said with a kind smile.

Tearju grabbed his hand, she looked desperate and pitiful, and she couldn't help but cling to him, believing that she had ruined his impression of her. Would he think she's a pervert or a bitch? Leaving aside the consequences, she didn't want him to leave with a bad impression of herself.

"It's not what it seems! I'm not a pervert!"

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Allen couldn't help but sympathize with his silly and adorable teacher. He stroked her head as if consoling a woman.

"Don't worry, it's just an accident, right?"

"...yes."

After that, Tearju took ten minutes to explain that she was a fan, and upon discovering that Allen was Allen, she couldn't help but tell him. Allen also realized that the effect of his glasses and anti-charm was countered when feelings arose toward him.

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The next day, Allen snapped his fingers and sat in his chair in front of his computer. This wasn't his apartment but his mansion in DC. He decided to do a normal stream; it had been a while since he had done one, and today he felt like it.

He turned on his computer, and the system connected to the desktop immediately. Allen didn't need to do something like this, but sitting at his desk, he felt the need to do it old-school style.

Allen waited as he set up the recording and streaming programs; there was a certain pleasure in doing something like this.

Allen decided to put his mind off the problems, however, he was also aware that there were things he must address sooner or later.

Yesterday while he was at school dealing with that idiot Flash and the cute Tearju, there was an incident in Arkham, it was none other than Amanda Waller, who arrived with her soldiers in several army trucks. She had the order to take several villains with her, including supervillains from the containment area.

Ivy informed him that Allen was not present, and she ended up very angry, calling him irresponsible and a bunch of other things, but she couldn't do anything. All the authority in Arkham had been handed over to Allen; it was the equivalent of an embassy.

The woman left, but Harleen realized that Amanda was about to order her people to break into Arkham.

Something Wednesday mocked. She set traps all around the inner perimeter, and they weren't ordinary traps for trespassers, even Allen's monsters had to be careful with the traps.

Speaking of Wednesday, both she and Rebecca received a power-up. With the system update, there was an enhancement of their features, including the store. Allen could access both futuristic and alien technology, including spaceships capable of making famous jumps in hyperspace.

Rebecca was excited and asked Allen to build her a workshop with technology close to her time and world. When Allen questioned the reason He asked why, for he could give him weapons of all kinds directly. She sighed and tapped his nose with her finger.

"Mou, you're cute even when you're stupid. If you give me technology that's too advanced or unknown, I couldn't make the most of it, and if you give me ready-made weapons, it would be boring!" Rebecca said with an amused smile

Allen didn't say anything anymore. By the afternoon, Rebecca had created her first smart weapon. Allen remembered what it was, they were weapons capable of manipulating the trajectory of bullets. Allen was surprised that she could create something like that in an afternoon.

Wednesday's power-up was contrary to Rebecca's. Wednesday formalized a contract with Allen in exchange for magic. As a woman who disliked technology, she wanted to use it as a blasphemy against her.

At that moment, Wednesday frowned as she read the contract.

"Don't you like the terms?" Allen looked at the contract in her hands. It was an unfair contract, but for Allen, in exchange for magic restricted only to Wednesday's capability, which meant that if she could handle all her magical power, she could use magic as powerful as his. Of course, that's not possible at least for now, but in exchange for such things, he would only receive her loyalty, which didn't mean obedience. Allen could command the Dolls, but they still had their own will.

No demon would accept such an absurd deal, but it's simply for Allen to be able to grant magic to Wednesday by that method. Or so Allen thought; however, the girl had other thoughts.

"I don't see the punishment clause where you torture me if I don't respect the loyalty vow."

"Huh?"

"I don't see the clause where you tear out my heart as punishment for betraying you or the clause that dictates that I become a mindless sex doll with no free will if I abandon you."

"Wednesday, what are you saying?!"

Wednesday lowered her gaze, genuinely disappointed. "Lastly, I don't see the clause where you own my soul when I die..."

Allen was speechless at Wednesday's absurd way of thinking. It was nothing like her her behavior reminded him of Wednesday's mother, Morticia Addams, a very eccentric woman with a twisted view of life.

Allen had already made progress with Wednesday in the romantic sense; however, due to her personality, it was difficult to know where her limits were, and as expected, she didn't openly express her desires.

Allen remembered the common dialogues of Wednesday's father, Gomez Addams and Morticia, at that moment Allen short-circuited and reconnected. He had chosen a normal approach with Wednesday when she was peculiar in her own way.

Allen stood up and walked to Wednesday, who was looking out the window. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, surprising the girl. Given who she was, she didn't like displays of affection much, so she was about to disappear.

"Darling, don't you think it's a beautiful day?" said Allen.

Wednesday stopped moving and looked at the sky. It was cloudy and foggy, and outside of Allen's garden, all the trees were dry, It is logical because next door is Arkham.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" Allen asked, taking her hand with his.

"Are you implying you want to engage in a public display of affection?" said Wednesday with disdain, and proceeded to grab Allen's neck from her position. "I would love it as much as drinking tar," she added with a slight gasp.

Allen smiled. "Just imagine, darling, you and me, just for the thrill of it, having a picnic while we throw a thief into a pool of electric eels."

Wednesday's eyes lit up, and she blushed slightly.

"We could eat in the morgue surrounded by corpses?" Wednesday smiled faintly. "That sounds lovely, but I don't think you'd have an appetite in those circumstances."

"Oh, I would. I don't care if you love the macabre, the cruel, or the bloody. I would be happy if it makes you happy to be there with me."

Wednesday remained silent, her obsidian eyes staring at the man behind her. To be honest, Wednesday was trying to change; she was trying to be more like a normal girl, enjoy dates at the amusement park, and go shopping. She had watched Allen closely and knew what kind of transgressions he had with his women.

She knew that even though she had hybrid feelings, perhaps their incompatibility would eventually drive them apart, and she didn't want that.

However, at this moment, she realized that she didn't need to change. Allen was willing as much as she was to accommodate another way of living just so they wouldn't drift apart.

Her heart pounded, pounded like never before, even more than when she accepted her feelings.

"You're overwhelming," said Wednesday, what came out of her mouth were not sweet words, not sugary phrases. She expressed herself in a way that any other guy would have disapproved of and walked away from.

"You're depressing," said Allen with a grin and a furrowed brow, although it was clear he wasn't upset but playing.

"Nasty man," continued Wednesday with disdain, although her body pressed closer to Allen's, transmitting her warmth.

"Annoying girl," Allen replied, then put his hand on Wednesday's abdomen, which made her gasp again.

Her normally pale face was now hot and red, her body too. She knew she understood her current state. Wednesday had seen Allen's women in this state, but she didn't imagine herself like this, so she thought she simply lacked sexual impulse.

Before finishing their words, they were kissing intensely. Allen took charge and pushed her against the wall while kissing her, this time introducing his tongue.

Wednesday couldn't imagine that a simple conversation would be such an effective aphrodisiac for her. No, it wasn't just the conversation, she had heard these kinds of exchanges from her parents and simply found them disgusting. It was this combination with Allen's acceptance of her way of being, and above all, the feelings that she could no longer hide.

At this moment, she would like to drag Allen and lose her virginity, preferably under a romantic rusty guillotine.

As for Allen, he is willing to embrace madness for her, even if it's only when he's with her. Moreover, this kind of unusual relationship is truly a discovery for him.

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