He heavily threw Scarlet Wanda onto the bed.
Just as Scarlet Wanda tried to crawl up, Homelander pressed his body forward, pinning her shoulders down tightly with both hands.
"Stop struggling." Homelander looked down at her from above, "You should feel honored. Not every variant in the Universe has the opportunity to experience Homelander's love."
Faced with Homelander's undisguised aggressiveness, Scarlet Wanda completely panicked.
She desperately twisted her body, trying to break free from this man's suppression.
But having lost her chaotic magic, her struggle appeared laughable and weak.
Homelander completely ignored her resistance, tearing open the neckline of her long dress with one hand.
The sound of the fabric tearing was exceptionally clear.
At the very moment before Homelander was about to proceed to the next step, Scarlet Wanda chose to escape.
The original Master, whom she had forcibly suppressed deep within her mind, was released by her.
As for herself, like a frightened bird, she plunged headfirst into the fortress of the mind, sealing herself away.
The very instant she retreated, the woman's body on the bed suddenly went limp.
The original Wanda returned.
She opened her eyes, her vision somewhat blurry.
It felt just like she had zoned out for a second.
Her brain's memory still lingered on the moment she was just about to dedicate herself to Homelander.
She had no idea that a substitution, a standoff, and a magic war had taken place in between.
She only felt that Homelander was pressing down on her, roughly tearing open her long dress.
This wild action did not frighten her; instead, it ignited the desire within her heart.
"You are really rough tonight." Wanda's face flushed slightly, and her hands naturally wrapped around Homelander's neck. "However, I like it."
She actively raised her head and pressed her lips against his.
Homelander noticed the change in the woman beneath him.
That cold resistance had vanished; now she was enthusiastic, submissive, and her eyes were filled with infatuation for him.
Clearly, the "treatment course of love" had taken effect.
Since the treatment was effective, as a "dutiful and responsible" Doctor, he chose to continue consolidating the therapeutic effect.
"Since you like it." Homelander stuck out his tongue and responded passionately. "Then I'll give you what you want."
The jazz music in the room still echoed softly, the crimson lighting was projected onto the walls, and two overlapping figures undulated under the light.
...
One hour later.
Homelander leaned against the head of the bed, casually picked up the Water cup on the cabinet, and took a sip.
Then he turned his head and looked at Wanda.
Wanda was leaning against the wall, supporting herself with both hands on the soft carpet, doing a handstand with her entire body, her red hair scattered on the floor.
Homelander looked at this strange posture, his face full of doubt.
Could this be some bizarre Black Magic ritual?
Or could it be an aftereffect caused by the memories of another Universe?
He couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"
Hearing Homelander's question, Wanda retracted her legs and neatly flipped over to stand firmly on the ground.
Her face was crimson, looking somewhat uneasy.
"I... I was just..." Wanda stammered in explanation, "watching some videos on YouTube. The video said that maintaining this posture for a while afterward can increase a certain chance."
"What chance?" he continued to ask.
With a hint of longing in her eyes, Wanda actively leaned into Homelander's embrace, pressing her face against his solid chest.
"Anthony, I really like children." She murmured softly, "I used to... frequently have dreams. In the dream, I had two children."
"They ran back and forth in the yard, and you taught them to play baseball. That feeling was so real, real to the point that when I woke up, I felt a hollow emptiness in my heart."
Wanda hugged Homelander tightly.
"So I hope... that dream can become reality. I want our child."
Hearing these words, Homelander instantly understood in his heart.
"Haha, so that's the chance." He chuckled softly, pulling Wanda into his arms, and whispered with an evil smile in her ear, "Those folk remedies on YouTube are not very reliable. As for ways to increase the chance, I have a better one here."
"What method?" Wanda asked with a blushing face.
Homelander nibbled slightly on her earlobe and said: "Of course it's... increasing the base number."
The temperature in the room rose once again.
...
Three hours later.
The night in New York was already deep, but at Kamar-Taj in the Himalayas, the sunlight had barely pierced through the clouds.
Inside the quiet side hall, a wisp of sandalwood incense curled upwards in the air.
Homelander and Wanda sat side by side on the futons.
Sitting opposite them was Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One.
"You mean... inside my body, another me from another Universe is truly residing?" Wanda's voice trembled slightly as she looked incredulously at Homelander, "This isn't my dream?"
"Unfortunately, this is not a dream." Homelander nodded; he had already briefly recounted what happened earlier in the suite.
"Tell us everything you know, Wanda. We need to understand all the details to help you."
Wanda closed her eyes, trying hard to recall that vague memory.
"I actually don't know much either."
"At that time, my soul was wandering in an unknown dimension. Later, I was suddenly pulled by a force into a dark forest."
"In that forest, I met her. A person who looked exactly like me. She told me she was Wanda from another Universe. She said she heard my cry for help and promised to help me return to my original Universe, back by your side."
Looking at Homelander with lingering fear, she said: "I wanted to see you so much, so I believed her. I dropped all my defenses and let her enter my mind. But I didn't expect that her goal was to occupy my body."
"That explains it." Homelander said coldly, "Not only does she want to occupy your body, but she is also looking for someone."
He looked at Ancient One. "When she was fighting me just now, she demanded that I hand over America. This proves that the monster that hunted down that girl in the Multiverse before was also this variant's doing."
Wanda listened with anger and chills.
She was not only used by another version of herself, but she almost even became a cross-Universe assassin.
"Master Ancient One." Wanda said anxiously, "Please, you must have a way to drive her out of my body, right?"
Ancient One picked up her teacup and took a gentle sip.
"Your magic attainments are very high, Wanda. In some aspects, they are not even much lower than mine."
"I believe you have also seen it. Inside your body, there is no second astral body present."
Wanda nodded in acknowledgment: "Yes, I cannot see her astral form."
"This means that this is a parasitic infestation on a mental level." Ancient One explained, "Her form of manifestation reminds me of an ancient forbidden art."
"What forbidden art?"
"Black Magic, Dreamwalking." Ancient One slowly spat out a few words.
Wanda felt unfamiliar with this word, but Homelander knew it clearly in his heart.
Ancient One continued to popularize: "This spell is recorded in the darkhold, written by the Elder Gods Chthon. It contains the most evil and decadent magic in the entire Universe."
"It allows the caster to project their consciousness into the Multiverse, forcibly taking over their own variant in another Universe."
Ancient One looked at Wanda.
"Clearly, that variant parasitic inside your body has been corrupted by the Black Magic in the book. She is extremely dangerous and can stop at nothing to achieve her goals."
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