146 Marvel: Emma and Megan, is there any chance of pregnancy?!

Allen wondered if his problems were related to his bad luck as he led Victoria to another location within Arkham.

That makes sense; now that he's become so strong, direct attacks of bad luck don't work on him. For example, they can't even make him slip on a banana peel, so his bad luck evolved into giving him these kinds of problems.

"Just yesterday, I sorted out the issues with Emma and Megan, and now I have the government trying to make me look bad."

[Host, I don't think your problem with women can be considered bad luck.]

"..."

Allen's thoughts wandered back to the previous day after closing the stream and taking some time to rest.

[Flashback]

*Allen's POV*

I'm not the kind of man who wants to run away from his problems for too long, so for months, I regretted postponing this matter.

My mind calmed down, and after embracing my new identity as a Supervillain, I knew I had to confront my problems, so I turned off the stream and returned to Marvel to deal with my mistakes with Emma Watson and Megan Fox.

...

The door opened and led me to the same room where I left Megan, Emma, and Rebecca after an absurd night. Now that I think about it, did that really happen?! Am I hallucinating?!

[Host, with all due respect, seriously? You've faced apocalyptic monsters and you're regretting sleeping with a couple of actresses.]

Ugh... I know, I'm exaggerating. Strangely, I have a knack for accepting mortal danger easily, but I'm allergic to these kinds of problems.

[Well, you could erase their memories and yours to pretend nothing happened...]

"..."

[Then stop being a coward and act like the bastard womanizer you always are.]

Hahaha

It doesn't matter! I've made my decision!

I took a breath of my world's air. I looked at the room that was once filled with endless lust and madness caused by me, but now it was strangely clean and peaceful.

There was no one else's presence in this mansion, probably the owner didn't want to provoke me and left.

I looked at the bed, and both Emma and Megan were still asleep. I'm not usually a fan of actresses, but both girls are young and beautiful without surgeries or addictions, something common in Hollywood

...

Looking at both women's figures, I felt guilty for leaving them and then knowing it was my responsibility what happened.

I checked my phone, and the date and time made me feel weird. I know it was my idea, but it feels unreal that months have passed for me but only one day in this world.

Emma Watson... damn it! Did I really spend the night with Hermione?!

I coughed to regain my composure. Wait, they should have woken up already. It's impossible for them to still be asleep for a whole day.

I looked at the tea table that these luxurious rooms usually have, and there were indeed remnants of several meals.

I shook my head; I indeed left a note saying I would be back, but there was no need for them to be in the same room waiting for me.

"You're back..."

A dignified and imposing yet pleasant voice of a woman came from behind me. When I turned, I saw the Lion King, a beautifully divine woman, with a dignified aura enveloped in a halo of light. Her appearance was charming and mystical yet oppressive.

She's my doll, the last doll that has appeared in my life. However, unlike Rebecca and Wednesday, I haven't interacted much with her. Of course, she also doesn't show much interest in doing so.

"Thank you," I said with a slight tone of apology for making her do this.

I asked her to take care of Rebecca, Megan, and Emma while I wasn't here... I'm still surprised that this goddess agreed to it.

Who am I kidding?

I'm not stupid; I know that Artoria has a certain goodwill towards me, absurd as it may seem. I do not understand, this version of the Lion King should be an apathetic goddess towards others.

At least I don't see her obeying and submitting to anyone else, even if technically I'm her master and what allows her to be alive.

It's very strange; I feel a connection with her, but at the same time, there's a barrier that separates us. I didn't feel this before, but maybe it's because the woman, goddess, king in front of me has enormous power.

"You don't need to thank me," she looked at me intensely before closing her eyes, getting up, and then looking at me again. "Then I'll go..." she said.

"Wait..." I replied, trying to stop her. She's another important issue that I need to address urgently. I couldn't be afraid of the consequences of the existence of the dolls. However, I still find it unpleasant that they're tied to me. I don't like forced relationships.

"You'll never change..." Artoria said with a strangely low tone without the oppression that characterizes her. She looked at me with an expressionless face, but I felt that it was kinder, although I didn't rule out that it was my imagination. However, before she disappeared, she smiled at me. "We'll talk later; now, solve your problems... Master."

"...!"

Her words hit me like a hammer; I never expected this Artoria to utter that word. Although there's a Raider version of Artoria that is practically this Artoria, it has been proven that the Goddess of Rhongomyniad is a different existence.

She ascended to divinity to become the perfect King, at the same time separating herself from all human attachment, and her only purpose was to protect humanity no matter how cruel her methods were.

"Nnng~..."

I heard a moan behind me; on the bed, both Megan and Emma seemed like they were about to wake up.

I coughed a little and prepared myself to face my actions. As I approached, I noticed that the sheet over Emma was moving, so I caught a glimpse of what was tattooed on her again.

System?

[Host, I can easily erase those tattoos, but should I?]

Of course! What are you saying?! It's obvious that nobody should have tattoos like those! They're very degrading!

[Host, you don't remember, but those tattoos were made at their request.]

"What?!"

I was so surprised by what the system said that I couldn't contain my voice and shouted. But what are you saying?! How can it be possible that Emma Watson asked for a tattoo like that?!

I approached the bed to check on both women.

...

*Megan's POV*

Humans are greedy creatures, and that's why I don't regret it.

Even before turning eighteen, I knew I was born with a privileged appearance, regardless of how I used it, I would get what I wanted. I became interested in modeling and then acting, and as expected, fame and money came together.

I don't think I'm a woman worthy of admiration. Unlike many young boys and girls who work day by day for the dream of living in Hollywood and being able to mingle with the rich and famous, my path to stardom was easier; it almost seemed predestined... what nonsense I'm thinking.

Besides, there was something empty and fake in this world too many cameras, too much attention; we're a farce that must look good at all times, but it's exhausting.

I know complaining about being famous and rich is despicable considering how many people in the world have so many problems. However, after so many parties, you realize that you only know fake people acting their roles on a stage.

In the end, actors and actresses never stop acting. That's why there are so many divorces among famous couples; they end up falling in love with a mask that will inevitably fall off.

I always thought that everyone was like that, that every person in front of a camera was fake...

I was wrong... I don't remember how it happened... I don't remember when it happened... I just know that one day, I was caught by two beautiful eyes; they were so honest and pure that they disgusted me... I know... I'm a horrible person... I'm a horrible woman... However, despising them was the only way to hide my ugly envy.

It's exhausting to be famous, and nobody will say it; money is abundant, luxury is never lacking, but you reach a point where you get tired.

It's very arrogant of me to think like this because I'm just too young, and I'm not even at the peak of my career to talk about what life is like in Hollywood.

I sighed...

- "You guys... trolls disgust me so much!!"

I didn't know what to think when I saw him fighting with his viewers. I just know I was in shock.

- "Don't give me that look, I treat you like my ancestors, and you just troll me fuck you!."

I wish I could openly insult my haters without appearing in thirty headlines and being canceled three times. It's not that I hate my haters; I understand that some people will never like you, but being able to get angry with them and still live without a thousand people jumping down your throat would be so liberating. The worst part is that Allen goes beyond that; he fights with his viewers whom he appreciates.

Allen gives you the feeling that you're facing the real Allen and not a fake mask. That's why it bothered me at first because it was the kind of fame I could never have with my fans.

Without realizing it, I started following Allen during my free time; I even donated many times but never commented on his chat; it's not really my character to stand out unless necessary.

Hehehe~

Allen changed me; I'm still not sure if it was for better or for worse because I stopped going to parties.

Instead, my liking for him grew quickly...

Too quickly...

I was infected... I don't want to blame Allen after all; it was my fault. It all started with the idea of having a photo of Allen and hanging it in my house; then I started doing the same every time Allen did something worthy of being remembered.

For example: He built a one-meter Death Star with Legos but threw it away due to bad luck and was depressed for a week.

He's a very simple man to please and just as easy to provoke. Somehow the Chat provoked him into building another one from scratch.

After finishing the Death Star after three exhausting weeks, Allen smiled and destroyed it himself, leaving everyone in shock.

- "What?! Do you think I'll let the universe screw me over again?! No! I'd rather destroy everything with my own hands!!"

Hahaha, that time was so much fun to watch him act like that. I laughed a lot, maybe I had never laughed so much before.

Since that day, I couldn't get him out of my mind, and over time, the liking turned into admiration and then into respect. However, one day I woke up and saw that my room was full of photos of Allen.

At that moment, I knew; there was something wrong with my head. Far from feeling worried, I smiled as I felt warm. That day I masturbated all day thinking about Allen, accepting the darkness and my twisted feelings, even though I knew it was just a platonic obsession that would never be real.

It was easy to see that my Allen had a girl in his heart, a pretty girl his age. I have confidence in my body and beauty, but contrary to what I had investigated, I didn't feel like owning Allen, I felt jealous of her, but at the same time, I thought it was best for Allen. So instead of pretending to be a saint to attract him, I acted like a bitch in his Chat, but my only wish was for him to remember me.

However, one day, an invitation to a party arrived; even if I don't usually go anymore, I still get invited.

My eyes fell on seeing Allen's name on the guest list! I dressed up, put on my best designer dress, and went to that party thinking of meeting him. I regretted it on the way because in the worst case, I might end up ruining my platonic love by trying to seduce him.

I was right, I acted like a shameless vixen. However, and against all odds, I ended up in his arms, it was like a dream, a wonderful one.

During the act, I noticed that Allen was drunk, but my only desire was to be ravaged. I didn't care about tomorrow, my body, soul, heart, and life were for this moment when he thrust into me with all his strength, and pleasure shot through my spine as if it were going to split me in half.

However, Allen was monstrously skilled, he was able to take me to the limit of pleasure I could endure without actually hurting me. My mind turned to mush before the first hour; I didn't even remember the second half of the night very well, but I knew it was wonderful.

I woke up in a bed with two other women, I didn't recognize one, but the other was Emma Watson. I never thought I would encounter my nemesis; I even shared Allen with her.

My insides are still full, and they tingle with a faint and addictive pain, haa~, I don't care anymore if Emma is here or not.

A thought crossed my mind, could I be pregnant?! I remember never taking contraceptives, and Allen did it so many times... Ngh~

I lay on the bed with a red face and sweat pouring from my skin. Haaa, I know... I'm a horrible woman. I said my love was platonic, and I didn't want to possess Allen, but the possibility of having his child in my twenties makes me climax even without any stimulation. What kind of bitch have I become?!

"Haaa~, if there's a chance..."

That day I bathed, and there was a note on the table from Allen, he said he had to leave but would come back, and we would talk. Another woman would be saddened, but I know Allen better than I know myself. I sat on the couch with just a robe on and caressed my belly.

The owner called us on the room phone; he didn't dare to throw Allen's guests out. In fact, he said the people downstairs had already left, and he would leave too. It's not surprising; he probably has five identical mansions. In the end, only the two of us were left in the empty mansion.

So I spent the whole day recovering, as I could barely get up. In the end, I slept in that room even though I hated being near Emma.

...

Feeling a hand on my cheek, I opened my eyes, and the sunlight gleamed, but it wasn't the sun; it was Allen's face looking at me with an apology etched on it.

There were many things I wanted to say to him, and he seemed to have a thousand things to say to me. If I exploit the guilt he feels at this moment, I could have a relationship with him; if I take advantage of him feeling indebted to me, it could lead to something more...

No.

"Every part of me and everything I own belongs to you!" My eyes became intense as the words spilled from my mouth. "I only ask to be your slave."

Ah... I can't believe what I said; I can't believe how perverted I am; I can't believe I have no respect for myself. What kind of woman am I? Oh, I know, I'm a total bitch, but that's okay because I'll only be one with him...

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A/N: People, years take a toll on everyone and even change people. Stick with me, with the Megan of 2007, the Megan who hadn't gotten into anything weird and didn't have several surgeries.

PS: Honestly, I felt this chapter was a bit forced, but the truth is, I didn't know when to deal with this issue, and the longer I let it go, the weirder it would be. I mean, Megan and Emma can't sleep forever, and Rebecca can't return to the screen without resolving this issue.