Washington, a wealthy residential area.
A middle-aged woman, over forty years old, returned to her residence in high heels.
Although she wore sunglasses and her permed, wavy hair looked stylish, her skin and figure still showed the traces of time.
"Hey, old lady up ahead, move out of the way!" a white boy walking towards her shouted from a distance.
The white boy was dressed head to toe in top designer brands, leading a black adult Pit Bull whose muscles and fangs were startling.
Perhaps accustomed to being unruly and wild, the boy paid no attention to pedestrians in the community's pathway, and many residents quickly avoided him under the deterrence of the fierce dog.
The woman in the leopard print coat seemed not to hear, continuing to walk along the path as if nothing happened.
"Toby, bark at her!" the white boy yelled angrily when he saw this.
At his master's command, the Pit Bull's beastly eyes flashed with violent ferocity, about to open its mouth and roar at the woman.
However, the white boy was soon stunned.
The originally aggressive Pit Bull suddenly tucked its tail between its legs and crouched low.
From its tightly closed mouth came an unprecedented whimpering sound, and a wet patch spread on the ground where it lay... it had apparently peed itself from fear!
As the middle-aged woman approached, the Pit Bull seemed to finally muster its courage, suddenly stood up, and fled in terror to one side, dragging the boy holding the leash with it!
The whimpering of the vicious dog and the boy's screams echoed in the air above the community.
The woman ignored the person and the dog the entire time, her expression indifferent, as she arrived at a private villa within the community.
She opened the door and walked in.
The moment the door closed automatically behind her, the woman kicked off her high heels and tiptoed across the cold floor.
As she walked with an eerie yet elegant cat-like gait indoors, her sunglasses, coat, and trousers—one by one—were casually shed onto the floor, and she, with her wrinkled body, entered the villa's bathroom.
Barbara Minerva looked at the aged woman reflected in the mirror, then suddenly reached up and forcefully pulled at one side of her face.
A face full of dry wrinkles was peeled off, revealing a very young, cold, and charming face underneath.
Not only that.
The woman continued to pull at various parts of her skin, slightly terrifyingly peeling off a disguised human skin, revealing a lithe, mature, and graceful body without any excess fat... transforming from the appearance of an ordinary woman in her forties or fifties to a woman around thirty, with the face and figure of a top model.
Barbara Minerva was expressionless as she turned on the shower, letting the scalding hot water pour over her head.
Steam rose, and on one of the bathroom walls, two photos were pinned.
One of them was a World War I-era photo featuring Wonder Woman.
The other was—
A clean-cut young man, dressed like a high school student.
Barbara displayed a cruel, predatory sneer, gracefully yet swiftly taking down the second photo.
She licked it with her scarlet, slightly long tongue, her sharp fangs and talon-like claws chillingly exposed from her mouth and hand, instantly tearing the young man's photo into countless fragments!
...Evening, around eight o'clock.
Vincent returned home.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a brightly lit hall, with the floor and furniture polished to a shine.
And on the main hall sofa.
A beautiful, mature, black-haired woman sat, her long legs elegantly crossed, engrossed in a law book.
Not far from her, on another small sofa, a red-haired girl lay.
The girl had curled up on the sofa and fallen asleep, clutching a dry rag in her hand and hugging a similarly sleeping Little Orange Cat.
At first glance, they looked a bit like mother and daughter.
This warm scene made Vincent feel a moment of trance.
Is there anything more beautiful in life than this?
Diana put down her law book and slowly walked over, taking out slippers from the shoe cabinet and placing them on the carpet in front of Vincent: "I told Wanda to go to bed, but she insisted on waiting for you to come back.
She ended up lying on the sofa, playing with Little Orange Cat, and fell asleep shortly after."
"She must be exhausted.
After all, a lot has happened these past few days," Vincent said with a smile, but he didn't think Aunt Diana's arrangements were bad.
He now understood Aunt Diana's intention behind this arrangement: it not only allowed Wanda to accept help with a clear conscience but also helped her recover from the pain of losing her parents sooner.
"Thank you, Aunt Diana," Vincent said sincerely, looking at Diana in front of him.
"We are family," Diana smiled slightly.
Vincent looked at the sleeping Wanda on the sofa and asked, "Where has Wanda been arranged to stay?"
Diana bent down, placed Vincent's shoes into the shoe cabinet, and said softly, "Isn't there an empty storage room next to your room?
I had new furniture brought in this afternoon and it's been converted into a single bedroom."
"Wait a minute... so, Wanda will be living with us from now on?" Vincent was stunned.
This so-called nearby arrangement for accommodation was a bit too close, wasn't it?
Diana said as a matter of course, "Isn't that good.
I have to deal with Justice League and work matters now, so I have little free time during the day.
Little Wanda can take care of you."
"I'm not a child, I don't need looking after..."
Vincent shook his head, then asked with some curiosity, "How many people are in the Justice League now?"
"Currently, including Batman and I, there are only two."
Diana didn't hide anything from Vincent, explaining, "After Superman's funeral tomorrow, Batman plans to go to a small village in a severely cold area to the north.
Rumor has it there's a metahuman named Aquaman who often fights pirates in the sea and brings fish to the small village, which is difficult to access due to heavy snow blocking the roads."
"There are also two other potential members.
One is Barry Allen, whom you met last time, and another is a metahuman with mechanical modifications.
I plan to contact them later to inquire about their intentions..."
"..."
Vincent was listening attentively at first, but his attention soon began to wander.
His gaze lightly fell upon Aunt Diana.
Aunt Diana's black hair was neatly and intellectually tied up tonight, and she wore a white strapless, cinched long dress that highlighted her figure.
Her facial features were as exquisitely crafted as if carefully made by God, her swan-like, fair, and beautiful neck completely exposed, and the perfectly shaped strapless top outlined a beautiful cleavage.
"That..., is it starting tonight?" Looking at Diana in front of him, Vincent suddenly remembered a very important matter and couldn't help but ask.
Clearly knowing what Vincent meant by "that," Diana nodded calmly.
Vincent took a deep breath, immediately stepped closer, and placed his hands on her soft waist, which was wrapped in the cinched long dress, forming an S-shape.
Even after multiple touches, he secretly marveled that she was indeed a goddess...
He raised his eyes, looking at the arc of her lips, which were painted with a light, elegant lipstick, making them appear even more enticing and exquisite.
It's just practice... Vincent calmed himself slightly, and as Diana cooperated by lowering her head, he tiptoed slightly to lightly kiss that soft, demigod87-exclusive warmth.
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