This little lass was just too clingy.
Twenty-four hours a day, from morning till night, Wanda followed Homelander almost step for step.
Whether Homelander was working, in a meeting, or resting, she always had to stick right by his side.
She practically wished she could grow right onto Homelander's body.
She even followed him step for step when Homelander went to the bathroom.
Yet Homelander was more than happy to receive this kind of treatment.
He cooperated with Wanda perfectly, portraying the image of an inclusive, considerate, and attentive perfect boyfriend.
Every tender gaze and every considerate care could make his special popularity value skyrocket.
Wanda claimed over and over again that this was for "psychological treatment."
But in the eyes of Jessica and Skye, this excuse was simply pathetic to the extreme.
Watching Wanda's flushed, happiness-overflowing appearance every day, where was there even a shred of psychological trauma?
"You actually believe she has psychological shadows?" Jessica stared at Wanda, who was adjusting Homelander's tie, and let out a cold snort.
"Like hell I do." Skye rolled her eyes. "Look at her fingers just now when she was tying Anthony's tie—she practically wanted to shove them straight inside his shirt. Is this what you call PTSD? This is called being in heat."
The two of them were grinding their teeth in hatred, but they couldn't throw a fit directly.
After all, Wanda's soul had left her body and she had fallen into a coma precisely because she saved Homelander.
On the moral high ground, Wanda stood steadier than anyone else.
"We can't let her keep acting so arrogant," Jessica said in a lowered voice.
"We have to get her out of here," Skye nodded in agreement.
The two exchanged a glance and quickly reached a temporary alliance.
The enemy of my enemy is a friend; kick this redhead out of the game first, and then the two of them could rely on their own skills.
In a covert meeting room, the two hit it off immediately.
They decided to take turns attacking: one person would be responsible for creating various emergencies to lure Wanda away, while the other would take the opportunity to fill the vacancy, spending time alone with Homelander to build affection.
Round 1: Fire Alarm Operation.
Homelander was in the meeting room listening to Ashley's promotional report on the new movie The Seven: The Days of Nostalgia.
Wanda sat to the side, boredly playing with her phone.
Downstairs in the server room.
Skye plugged the data cable into the main control panel.
"Lock onto the V-01 meeting room," Skye said into the communicator. "Trigger the local fire alarm system. I'm going to turn that Witch into a drowned rat."
"Received. Great job!" Jessica praised.
The system counted down three seconds.
The fire sprinkler above Wanda's head activated.
Water gushed out.
Wanda didn't even raise an eye, just casually snapped her fingers.
Crimson energy flashed by.
The water spraying from the sprinkler turned into brightly colored rose petals flying all over the sky.
The petals drifted down around Homelander and Wanda, and the air was filled with a romantic fragrance.
Homelander smiled, not caring in the least.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the server room.
Bang!
The fire pipe suddenly burst.
A high-pressure water column poured down, drenching Skye into a miserable drowned rat.
Skye wiped the water from her face and cursed fiercely into the communicator: "Damn it! This damned magic!"
Round 1, the allied forces suffered a complete defeat.
Round 2: Besties Afternoon Tea.
The next day, Jessica came to Homelander's office and walked straight toward Wanda.
"Hey, Wanda," Jessica called out, forcing a friendly tone. "I booked Manhattan's most expensive women's spa center."
"Want to go relax? Get a spa, have some afternoon tea? Just us sisters, it's bestie time."
"Sure! Thanks for the invitation, Jessica. You're so thoughtful."
Wanda took the initiative to link arms with Jessica, and the two walked toward the office door together.
Jessica rejoiced inwardly; the plan had succeeded.
Who would have thought that as soon as Jessica walked out the door, the scene behind the door left her frozen in place.
Before her was a narrow, dim space.
The air exuded the scent of disinfectant.
Several mops leaned against the corner, and a bucket still held half a bucket of dirty water.
When she turned her head, Wanda was already gone.
When she turned back again, the door had also vanished.
"Wanda!!!" Jessica's roar reverberated inside the small storage room.
Round 2, the allied forces suffered another complete defeat.
Round 3... Complete defeat.
Round 4... Complete defeat.
Round 5...
Jessica and Skye's operations met with all sorts of fancy mishaps.
They finally realized they had underestimated Wanda as she was now.
Wanda was not stupid.
Growing up homeless on the streets, she had a sharp intuition for human calculation.
She saw through the intentions of these two women at a glance.
More importantly, after experiencing the fusion of her soul with that powerful variant, Wanda found that her magic abilities had undergone a qualitative leap.
She could even subtly alter parts of reality according to her own will.
But after several rounds of contest, it also gave Wanda a trace of a sense of crisis.
She realized that if things kept dragging on like this, there was no telling if these two bitches would seize the initiative.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She had to make things official as soon as possible.
As long as she completely took down Anthony, let's see what else those two bitches could do to her.
...
Night fell.
Inside Homelander's private suite.
Wanda specifically used magic to meticulously decorate the entire room.
The originally cool-toned lighting was transformed into an ambiguous crimson.
The air was filled with a faint scent of roses, smooth jazz played from the speakers, and the whispers of a saxophone echoed through the room.
On the coffee table sat two exquisite crystal glasses filled to the brim with fresh milk.
As soon as Homelander walked through the door, he sensed something unusual.
He understood what this little lass wanted to do, but he didn't feel averse to it.
After all, his big blade was also starving and impatient.
Wanda was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the bustling city.
She had changed into a crimson silk spaghetti-strap maxi dress.
The silky fabric perfectly conformed to the curves of her body, and the skirt had an extremely high slit, revealing her slender, fair legs.
She walked barefoot on the soft carpet, holding two cups of milk in her hands, and walked lightly in front of Homelander.
"Did they give you a hard time again today?" Homelander asked, lightly holding the milk cup.
"No, they were very busy today," Wanda said with a lazy smile at the corner of her lips. "Finally, no one is here to disturb us."
"Yeah." Homelander smiled and took a step forward, shortening the distance between them. "You look very pretty today."
"I just wanted to prepare a relaxing evening for you," Wanda said, her eyes lingering affectionately, making no attempt to conceal the desire in them.
Homelander naturally wrapped his arm around Wanda's waist, making her press closely against him. Under such an enchanting atmosphere, coupled with Wanda's deliberate seduction—
Naturally, he wouldn't do anything to ruin the mood.
And Wanda, held tightly in his embrace, gradually felt Homelander's firmness.
Her eyes grew hazy, and a trace of enchanting blush bloomed on her cheeks.
Homelander lowered his head, his breath brushing against Wanda's neck, causing a shiver to run through her.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise sharply.
Homelander's hands moved slowly upward along her waist, right at the moment his fingers were about to touch her snow-white skin.
Wanda's originally soft body suddenly became exceptionally rigid.
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