Chapter 7: Natasha's Curiosity (NSFW Chapter)
A bar in Manhattan. Evening.
"Hee hee, that's a really funny joke."
Leaning on her elbows at the bar, the woman—who had a hot body but an innocent face—giggled as she looked at Lynn.
Katelyn, who had originally come here to unwind, was now feeling very warm toward the handsome, humorous man who had struck up a conversation with her.
"Oh no, beautiful lady, that wasn't a joke."
Lynn took a sip from his glass and smiled. "A person's life is only about thirty thousand days. Instead of obsessing over love and romance, isn't it better to just make yourself happy?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing Lynn say this, Katelyn leaned forward slightly. The neckline of her red dress dipped, giving Lynn an eyeful of the stunning scenery within.
"You're right, but I prefer stories like Romeo and Juliet. I feel like that is true love."
Looking at the beautiful woman, Lynn raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers. "But in reality, pleasing yourself is always more meaningful than love."
After speaking, Lynn looked at the bartender. "Two more drinks, please."
"No problem."
In response to Lynn's request, Natasha Romanoff, disguised as the bartender, got out the liquor and poured their drinks.
[Image: Natasha Romanoff]
As a top-tier agent, Natasha never liked SHIELD's so-called psychological evaluation process after a mission.
She had her own way of de-stressing.
Which was to experience the lives of various roles.
For example, the role of bartender was her favorite identity.
Listening to customers chat, talk about their lives, their problems, and so on.
At times like these, Natasha would always listen very intently, because this was something she had never experienced in her own life.
Unfortunately, after the Battle of New York, a lot more people recognized her.
She had no choice but to wear a SHIELD electronic mask every time she played bartender.
She poured the drinks in the glasses in front of them, and Natasha went back to mixing drinks behind the counter.
"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take me home?"
Katelyn picked up her glass, her light blue eyes looking at Lynn with a flirtatious gaze.
Under the lights, her bright red lips looked especially tempting.
"Of course not. Wouldn't that spoil a lot of the fun? Beautiful lady, on such a beautiful night, I just want you to know that the pleasure of pleasing yourself is always purer than love."
Lynn held out his hand. Katelyn didn't hesitate. She stood up and placed her hand in his palm. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Seeing Lynn walk out with the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the bar in under twenty minutes...
Natasha, wiping a glass, looked after Lynn with a curious gaze.
She had been coming to this bar for over two months, though not every day.
But every time she came, Natasha saw this guy, Lynn Hall, leave with a different woman.
The only thing they had in common was that all the women were beautiful, and none of them were ever black.
'Hmm. Does that count as a form of racism?'
She placed the glass on the shelf behind her.
Her phone displayed Lynn's file.
"NYPD Manhattan... detective in the Criminal Investigation Division?"
Looking at the file, Natasha casually closed her phone.
It wasn't that she sensed something wrong with Lynn.
She was just curious who this charming guy was, who could walk out with a different beautiful woman every day.
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Author's Note: The following scene includes mature interactions. If you're not comfortable with NSFW content, please skip to the next scene marked with (***)
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The hotel room door burst open, and Lynn and Katelyn stumbled inside, fused at the lips. They devoured each other with raw hunger.
Lynn had to admit: Katelyn was pure provocation, the aggressive kind. She sucked his mouth like a starving octopus, occasionally nipping his upper lip and tugging until it stung.
Their lips broke apart. Katelyn looked into Lynn's eyes with those red, sexy lips. She flashed a wicked smile, and leapt—her milk-white thighs clamping around his waist in one fluid motion.
Another fevered kiss swallowed the room. Lynn gripped her hips through the red dress, claws sinking deep, kneading flesh like he owned it.
"Hah… mmh!" Katelyn moaned into his mouth.
They staggered, collided with furniture, until Lynn carried her to the bed and dropped her with practiced grace.
He stripped fast—jacket, shirt, pants—eyes never leaving the woman who could unravel any man's sanity.
Katelyn didn't wait. She swept her hair aside in a slow, deliberate arc, threw him a smoldering look, and peeled the red dress away. Black lace bra and panties followed, discarded on the floor.
Lynn lunged.
"Ahh… looks like Detective, you're pretty eager to solve the mysteries of my body." Katelyn first flinched at the sudden move, then giggled and teased.
Lynn didn't miss a beat. "Every beautiful woman's body is a mystery waiting to be solved, miss."
"Oh? How exactly are you going to—Hfff… mmmh…" He silenced her with a brutal kiss, tongue claiming territory.
'Less talk, more action. Cases aren't solved from the sidelines.'
His mouth stayed locked on hers while his hands mapped her. Neck. Breasts.
He pinched a flushed nipple, rolled it between fingers.
"Ahh! Lynn—Nnnh—!" Her body surrendered under the assault.
He kissed, bit, kneaded—mouth, tits, ass—every inch.
Lower now. He dragged his tongue down her trembling stomach to the soft, damp curls between her thighs.
One long, slow lick from bottom to top. Then two fingers slid inside, curling.
"Mmmh~"
"Wait… hold on…"
He worked her until she dripped, until her hips chased his hand. Only then did he free his thick, veiny cock—seven inches—and tease her entrance, slick and swollen.
"Hah… Hah…" Katelyn was breathing tensely, able to guess what came next. Her eyes met Lynn's predatory gaze, and she gave a slight nod of approval.
Schlop!
One thrust buried him to the hilt.
Katelyn arched off the bed, fingers clawing sheets.
Lynn waited for her to recover and adjust to his cock. He gently rocked back and forth to arouse her further and got his reward.
"Mmmh~"
"Yes… right there…"
He hooked her snow-white legs over his shoulders, found the angle, and unleashed. Slow at first, then faster, harder—each stroke kissing her cervix.
"Hah! Fuck!"
Her mind started to fracture.
Lynn pistoned like a machine.
"God—!"
"Yes! Lynn!"
"Harder!"
SLAP-SLAP!
SLAP-SLAP!
Lynn slammed into her pussy with force on every thrust, pounding in and out quickly until her brain went blank.
This went on for so long that finally, Lynn managed a guttural groan: "I'm coming…!"
"Inside…" she gasped. "Come inside me."
With one final burst of speed, Lynn pushed past her cervix, reached the deepest point, and shouted, "Take it all!"
"I'M—!" she screamed, walls clenching.
"CUMMING!!"
Lynn unloaded everything inside her and, still buried deep, reached for a kiss on her lips.
"Hnnngh~… mhhhm~" Katelyn trembled from Lynn's cock still inside her, then returned his kiss.
After staying like that for a while, continuing the kiss, Lynn slowly pulled his little dragon out of Katelyn's pussy, and a stream of white fluid followed.
Katelyn looked down, pouted, and softly smacked Lynn's chest, whining, "Couldn't you have been a little gentler? You ruined me."
Lynn chuckled, lips brushing hers. "Sorry, Juliet. Your body's a crime scene I had to investigate—thoroughly."
"So, ready for round two?" Under Katelyn's stunned gaze, Lynn showed her his hardening little dragon again and asked.
Katelyn's answer was clear: their bodies pressed together once more, and they continued.
***
Sunlight streamed through the blinds into the room.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes and stretched his muscles.
Katelyn lay tangled in the thin duvet, her lush hips and pale curves half-exposed, skin still flushed from the night.
Lynn very thoughtfully pulled the cover up for her, then got up, washed, and left the hotel.
***
Outside the hotel.
"Thanks."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Lynn took the coffee George Stacy handed him. "Why are you in such a good mood today? You actually bought me coffee?"
"It's a celebration."
George started the car, his voice serious. "When we get back to the precinct, that new car you requested will be there. Then I won't have to pick you up every morning."
"Lynn, don't you think that's something worth celebrating?"
Hearing this, Lynn shifted into a more comfortable position in his seat. "Come on, George. We're partners. Aren't partners supposed to help each other out?"
"Shut up, you damn asshole. It's bad enough you're out with a different woman every night, but then I have to pick you up for work the next morning. I'm your boss, not your nanny!"
Lynn was completely unfazed by George's bad temper. "By the way, that case from yesterday is archived. The bonus should be coming soon, right?"
"Are you out of money? You're out of money and you're still staying at such a high-end hotel? You couldn't just take that woman from last night back to your place?"
"I didn't spend any money."
Lynn took a sip of coffee. "First, I don't do the 'bringing women home' thing. What if they find out where I live and get clingy? I'm not looking for a steady girlfriend."
"And second, George... when have you ever seen me have to pay when I'm out with these girls?"
Lynn's words made George's smile freeze.
Thinking about it, ever since he'd known Lynn, it really had been that way.
Those women either brought him food or gave him gifts. Even the hotel rooms... they paid.
There was even one, in her twenties and gorgeous, who had tried to give him her villa.
The reason? She wanted to be Lynn's official girlfriend.
For some reason, George glanced at Lynn's handsome face and felt an emotion called 'envy' stir within him.
He shook his head, pushing the feeling away, and focused on driving.
"Huh?"
Looking out the window, Lynn suddenly made a sound.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
He shook his head and said his eyes were playing tricks on him. Then he asked George to stop the car, making an excuse that he needed to buy a pack of cigarettes.
Getting out of the car, Lynn walked back toward the shop he'd just passed.
In the shop's doorway, a translucent spirit was drifting back and forth.
Walking up to it, Lynn noticed that while this spirit didn't have any colored obsession level...
It was surrounded by other spiritual entities... catfish, eels, things like that.
This was the first time Lynn had ever seen such a peculiar spirit.
It was as if... these eels and catfish were one with the spirit.
He nonchalantly reached out a hand, and a wisp of death energy from his fingertip touched one of the eels.
The next second, the eel's spirit-body snapped down and bit Lynn's index finger.
Feeling a sharp sting, Lynn pretended to be "confused" and shook his hand.
And the eel that had just bitten him... returned to the main spirit's side.
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