The two nurses rushed forward and dropped to their knees beside Claire as she lay weakly on the cold floor to clutch her bleeding face.

The elbow to her nose was a nasty hit.

And Claire has quite a beautiful nose as well.

"Oh my god, Claire! Are you okay?!"

Claire shook her head at the nurse’s question and tried to wave them off as she winced in pain.

"I’m fine... I’m fine, really."

The pain felt like it was burning through her skull.

"It’s just a scratch, I can shake it off..."

"Don’t pretend you’re fine!"

One of the nurses snapped at her.

"A blow to the nasal and orbital area like that can cause internal bleeding or a fractured skull base! Sometimes it’s fatal to the victim, and they won’t even know it until they’re dead! Stop acting tough!"

The first nurse gently guided Claire into a seated position against the corridor wall, while the second carefully tilted her head back.

"Keep your head back, it’ll lessen the bleeding a little."

"Hold this tissue."

Getting up, the first nurse turned her gaze toward Jonah and it was full of unbearable irritation. She glared at him like he was a piece of filth.

"You must be completely mad for doing this kind of nonsense! How dare you strike down a defenseless woman?! Don’t you have even an ounce of shame?!"

Jonah’s face contorted with rage.

He loathed being questioned, especially by a common hospital worker.

"How dare you talk to me like that?!"

Jonah shouted, stepping forward aggressively.

"Do you have any idea who the hell I am?! You better apologize right n—"

"Shut up."

A frightfully cold voice interrupted.

The nurses, Claire, and Jonah all turned their heads toward the source. Standing not too far from them near the doorway of the VIP suite was Scott. He was wearing a standard hospital gown, his body wrapped in fresh bandages, but his eyes were piercingly cold.

The first nurse instantly grew worried.

"Mr. McQueen! Please, head back inside. You’re still recovering, you don’t have to worry about what you saw here."

Jonah blinked and suddenly felt the need to protect himself from the way Scott glared at him. There was a strange kind of energy the young man gave off. He gave Scott a proper up and down look.

"Mr. McQueen? So THIS is the son of a bitch they gave my room to?"

Suddenly, there was a cruel smirk on Jonah’s face.

"Scott’s just a random nobody, and still they gave him a room reserved for me?! The only way I’ll be satisfied now is if I beat the shit out of this loser!"

To emphasize his point, Jonah began aggressively tapping the wooden broomstick against the floor.

Scott didn’t move an inch.

His expression remained entirely unbothered.

"If it’s the room you want, you can have it..."

Scott said bluntly as he pointed at the VIP suite.

"I didn’t even ask to stay here."

"Bullshit!"

Jonah cut him off, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"So now, all of a sudden, you don’t want the room again?! Is that your loser way of saying you’re too good for the damn room?!"

Scott let out an exhausted sigh.

It was the kind of sigh one lets out after hearing something so stupid they lose some IQ themselves.

"There’s no way you’re this eager to fight me. I literally just said I’m leaving the room for you, and yet you’re still looking for a way to pick a fight."

Angered by the lack of fear, Jonah marched right up to Scott. He made sure to stand as close as possible, staring down at him to flex his massive physical advantage. As an elite professional athlete, Jonah was a giant of a man... his sheer size and explosive power were the top reasons he’d been scouted in the first place.

But this kind of size meant absolutely nothing to someone like Scott. He’d already traded blows with literal monsters like Red and the Terror Twins.

Jonah was just a normal guy with an ego.

"You’re the peak of sports." Scott calmly said.

Jonah grinned. "Damn right I am."

"I don’t mean that peak..."

"SON OF A—"

"..."

Scott was much unshaken and so was his half-lidded stare of contempt.

That look irritated Jonah so badly.

"You little bastard—!"

He raised the broomstick high into the air, ready to bring it down hard on Scott’s head.

But before the stick could descend, a voice boomed from far down the corridor.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"

Jonah froze at the very last second. He turned his head and saw a furious Miss Mercury marching toward him. She was moving so briskly that her breasts bounced repeatedly in the tightness of her super suit.

She marched right into Jonah’s space and pointed a rigid finger straight at his chest.

"No one touches my man! Especially when it’s another man and I don’t mean that in a sexual way!"

She already regretted her opening.

But it still passed the message clearly.

And naturally, Brigid was always ready to support.

"YEAH! And even if it was like that, it would totally be fine! Two handsome men having a thing for each other is totally normal and super sexy too."

She was standing at the back where the rest of Scott’s visitors had just arrived. Even if she was the just as small as Lady Fortress, her voice was loud enough to shout all the way from there. She was even drooling with a perverted look on her adorable face as she continued talking.

"Lord Scott is too dominant to be a bottom so I believe he’d be the one doing the penetrating—"

HACK!

Brigid’s fantasy was abruptly cut short as Nadia fired a knock straight to the top of her head.

"Ow!"

Brigid whimpered and instantly acted like a wounded baby. She clutched her head and looked up at the strict woman with tearful, puppy dog eyes.

"Miss Nadia, that hurt!"

"Those bullshit tears won’t work on me."

Nadia said flatly, crossing her arms.

Brigid clicked her tongue loudly.

"Tch! Miss Nadia still remains a fun sponge!"

Among all the ladies Scott was close to, Nadia was easily the most responsible and grounded, so she always made it her priority to put Brigid in her place whenever she started saying something depraved.

Meanwhile, Miss Mercury was still tearing into Jonah.

"My boyfriend can easily kick your ass, but he’s not going to do that because he’s a great guy! And quite frankly, you just aren’t worth his time!"

The nurses and Claire watched in utter surprise. They were completely shocked that Jonah hadn’t said a single word back. Miss Mercury was ripping him apart verbally, and he was just standing there.

They knew exactly what kind of monster Jonah Hawks was. The news media was constantly filled with articles about how he ruthlessly abused and beat every woman he’d ever been with, including his ex-wife. The nurses half-expected him to swing at Miss Mercury the moment she opened her mouth. Sure, she was an S-tier hero and a massive deal in the industry these days, but Jonah was usually too stupid and hot-tempered to care about titles.

But as they looked closer, they saw the truth.

Jonah’s cheeks were flushed red. He was staring at Miss Mercury with wide, starstruck eyes and a goofy, helpless smile plastered across his face.

It was love at first sight.

Jonah swallowed hard and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me...?"

Claire’s jaw practically dropped to the floor.

To think this man actually knows how to use the word ’excuse me’ is...?

That was genuinely historical news to her.

"This could make my job easier..."

Claire was already smiling without realizing it.

Miss Mercury paused her rant.

She squeezed her face in deep irritation.

"What?"

As she spoke, her nose sexily scrunched up... a habit she had whenever she was mad. The sight was so insanely cute that both Jonah and Scott involuntarily blushed at the same time. She really was stunning when she was angry.

Jonah rubbed the back of his neck and did a 180 on his usual rugged tone.

"I was just wondering... would you want to go out for dinner with me sometime?"

Hearing another man hit on his girl right in front of him made Scott’s blood boil. His eyes flashed with anger, and he was about to march forward to break Jonah’s face into pieces—

"SCOTTTT!! ♥️"

Before he could take a single step, his girlfriends swarmed him from different sides, throwing their arms around him and hugging him tightly. The warmth and softness of their curvy bodies managed to calm him instantly. There was no better feeling that the soft assets of the women he loved tightly pressing against his "active" male body.

Miss Mercury pointed a thumb back at Scott.

She looked at Jonah like he was an idiot.

"Sorry, I’m very much taken. That’s my guy."

Jonah blinked, then let out a loud laugh.

"That loser? PLEASE! Come on, you know he’s way too young for you! Don’t you need an older guy who has much more money and experience?"

He stepped closer and puffed out his chest until it was practically in her face.

Miss Mercury didn’t even blink.

She just looked away in disgust and casually shoved his massive body back with one hand.

If she were still a teenager, maybe the body of a random man would have affected her, but she was way past that point in her life... and her sexual urges only got better after meeting Scott. The trick was to focus all her perverted energy on him, and now she couldn’t be bothered about any man who was not him.

In other words, Scott had his own personal pervert.

Jonah staggered back in shock. "Eh?"

Miss Mercury scrunched her nose again.

"Euugghhh..." （,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,）

She looked thoroughly repulsed.

"You smell sweaty. Don’t you ever bathe?"

Jonah’s face soured with embarrassment.

He quickly lifted his arm and sniffed himself.

"I-, I was in a hurry to get here! So I didn’t really have time to take a shower before—"

There was were no good explanations to stutter out when a woman called out your poor hygiene.

"I told you to shower!" Claire shouted from the floor.

"Shut up!"

Jonah barked at her, then focused back on Mercury.

Miss Mercury ignored his outbursts and walked back toward Scott and the other girls.

But she had a few more words for him... so she looked over her slender shoulder.

"Any lady that manages to endure being with you deserves some kind of compensation, because you’re a very hard person to like."

Jonah was totally paralyzed by the emotional damage.

He wasn’t used to being rejected, let alone being roasted so effortlessly.

His massive shoulders slouched. He turned around and began walking away down the hall like a deflated balloon man . Claire took one last longing look at Scott’s safe and surrounded presence, before turning to follow the downcast athlete.

The "threat" was gone.

Bella looked up at him.

Her eyes were wide and sparkling like a baby’s.

"Father and mother have been so worried about you, my dearest Scott... and of course, yours truly was quite worried too. So you should be honored!" ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

She batted her pretty lashes sweetly and made sure to press her chest firmly against his arm.

He could feel her nipples... she didn’t wear a bra.

Bella is quite a fatally tempting woman.

"I didn’t wear panties either..."

She stared at him with those luscious lips.

Her other lips were free, so perhaps this was some kind of signal for him to check it himself.

Scott hand would’ve moved had it not been for Gwen who went from hugging his torso to wrapping both her arms around his neck like she wanted to choke him to death with her fertile breasts.

"Gwen... you’re choking me... ACK!"

Scott gasped out.

Gwen was sniffling and her eyes were red as she buried her face in his neck.

"Don’t you ever do that again! I was so scared! Since when did you start driving like a maniac?!"

Scott’s expression softened, and he tried to lift his arm to pat her head, but the tiny Lady Fortress was already clinging to that exact arm like a magnet.

"You... you must be more careful next time..."

Lady Fortress whispered with a bright red face.

"Don’t forget you’re the only man that’s touched me inappropriately... so if you die, I won’t be able to marry another man. Or did you forget that you promised to take responsibility?!"

"Uh, Kara, I..."

Scott was suddenly cut off by having his arm lodged between a pair of soft breasts.

These felt like Nadia.

She sighed like an unsurprised mother.

"Honestly, you can be such a troublemaker, Scott."

A gentle smile graced her lips as her beautiful sepia cheeks flushed a sexy shade of pink.

Then there was Beca. She was completely attached to his upper body, wrapping both her arms and legs around him like a koala clinging to a tree. She snuggled her face deeply into his back and inhaled deeply.

"I’ve missed your scent so much, babe~ ♥️!"

Scott paused, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of affection.

"Uh... eh? Where’s Brigid?"

He looked down, and his eyes instantly widened.

Brigid was down on her knees, desperately hugging his legs while shamelessly rubbing her cheeks right against his crotch as if it were a giant plushie.

"Lord Scott’s family jewels must never be harmed!"

Brigid proclaimed loudly and without an ounce of shame.

"At least not until I’ve been completely pumped full of his baby batter and am busy giving birth to the world’s future generation of heroes!"

Nadia’s brow furrowed in deep disapproval.

"Brigid?!"

Brigid raised a hand in the air.

"I don’t mind being a breeding machine! That is my surefire retirement plan as a pro hero!"

She’d do anything for her idol.

Scott narrowed his eyes down at her.

"Become a hero first."

Brigid clutched her chest dramatically.

"Ouch!"

She looked up at him from the floor and winked.

Scott couldn’t help but smile in return.

Suddenly, he heard snapping of fingers. He looked up to see Miss Mercury standing right in front of him with a teasing pout on her strawberry lips.

"Aww, where’s my hug at?"

Scott looked at the tiny, almost nonexistent gap between his body and Bella.

"There’s... still plenty of room left, I guess."

WHOOSH!

Using her superspeed, Miss Mercury instantly vanished and reappeared right in his chest, hugging him tightly. But as she did, she intentionally used her hips to give a sharp shove to the side and bump Bella right out of the way. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Bella staggered back a few steps.

She stomped her heel angrily and growled.

"Tch! You’re just jealous because my ass is way better than yours, road running bitch!"

Miss Mercury didn’t even look back. She just pressed her face tighter against Scott’s chest and wrapped her arms securely around his waist.

"I wish I gave a damn."

Meanwhile...

Around the far corner of the corridor, Jonah was peeping through the edge of the wall, watching the entire thing in pure disbelief.

"Who the hell is this Scott guy...?"

Jonah mumbled with a thoroughly blown mind.

"How is he able to charm so many women and convince them all to stay with him like that? I’ve never seen someone build a genuine harem in the 21st century... what makes these women so attracted to him?!"

Standing right beside him while holding a bloody tissue to her nose, Claire sighed quietly.

"Maybe it’s the way he treats people with respect?"

Jonah sharply turned his head toward her.

"Nah! That’s impossible. This Scott guy must be from some super-rich oil family! Yeah, that has to be it! Why else would a top-tier babe like Miss Mercury choose that loser over someone like me?!"

Claire pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Of course... why didn’t I think of that...?"

She wasn’t even surprised that this man had jumped to that exact conclusion.

Jonah grinned maliciously.

"I’m going to steal every single one of his girls. Just watch me. I’ll bitch that smug bastard!"

Claire looked away in disgust.

"I really don’t get paid enough for this shit."

A little later...

Scott was back inside the VIP suite, sitting comfortably on his bed. All of his girlfriends were gathered around him as they eagerly set up a variety of plastic containers and food boxes over his over-bed table.

It was a well-known fact among the group that a lot of these women couldn’t cook to save their lives. But looking at the burnt edges, questionable colors, and oddly shaped rice lasagna, it was clear they’d tried their hardest.

Scott looked at the massive spread of homemade food and offered a warm smile.

"Aww, guys... you really shouldn’t have."

Lady Fortress’s face was red like a tomato as her tiny fingers twirled nervously.

"I-, I was happy to do it! I’ve always wanted you to eat my cooking, Mael."

Scott’s smile strained as he looked at a piece of charcoal that looked suspiciously like chicken.

Actually, it was chicken.

"No, seriously..."

Scott started sweating with a stiff smile.

"...you REALLY shouldn’t have."

An info panel popped up in front of his eyes.

[Notice! A new Urgent Mission has been generated!]

[Mission: Breakout]

[Objective: Save Maya Rivera from being locked up in Ashgate Supermax!]

[Time Limit: 72 hours]

[Penalty for Failure: Permanent loss of target]

[Reward: Octavian Gravity Suit]

Scott tilted his head with an uncomfortable smile.

『You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!』

His plate was officially full again.