Chapter 23:
The morning after another sleepless night, I woke with a certainty that burned in my chest like a violet nova—something was going on, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. The breakups weren't random; the necklace wasn't a coincidence. Valentina, Elaine... they were connected, a web of seduction spinning wider. I grabbed my phone, fingers flying: "Please urgent need to speak." Sent to Elena. No reply. Minutes ticked by—nothing. I paced my old room at Mum's house, heart pounding. Was she on a mission? Ignoring me? I couldn't wait. I slipped out the back door, crossing the frost-dusted garden to her house.
I knocked—firm, insistent. No answer. Again—louder. Silence. "Elena? Open up, please. It's important." Still nothing. Frustration built; I was about to use my flight to peer through a window when movement caught my eye from the street.
Elaine.
I was shocked—freezing in place as she approached the fence, her taller, curvier frame wrapped in a winter coat, ponytail bouncing. "Alex? Hey... what are you doing here?"
"Elaine... what are you doing here?" I stammered, not wanting to reveal what I suspected—that she was tied to this madness. Her resemblance to Elena was uncanny—same face structure, bronze skin, but younger, taller, stomach flatter, curves amplified like a seductive echo.
She smiled—warm brown eyes pulling me in, voice light and melodic. "I felt bad about how things went the other night. You seemed... conflicted. I really like you, Alex. Wanted to check if you're okay, maybe talk more?"
I tried my best to reassure her—keeping composure, not alerting her to my suspicions. "I'm... fine. Just a rough week. But thanks for checking. It's sweet."
Her smile deepened—eyes locking with mine. "Good. You deserve better than rough weeks. Call me sometime? We could grab coffee."
"Yeah... maybe." I nodded, watching her leave, fear and confusion churning. As Elaine walked away, Elena arrived—pulling into her driveway, groceries in hand. She saw us—me at her door, Elaine leaving—and just smiled, but it was tight, forced.
I felt terrible—I knew how it looked. Another woman, another "coincidence." As soon as Elaine was out of sight, I rushed to Elena's door—banging like a madman. "Elena! Open up! Please!"
She opened it—angry, eyes flashing. "Ok, Alex, I've tried to be reasonable with you, but this is too much now. I'm moving—gonna sell the house and start again."
The words hit like a super punch—knocking the air from me. "Elena, wait—"
She crossed her arms, blocking the doorway. "No. You've been distant, weird. And now her? Again?"
"Something's wrong," I blurted, ignoring the sting. "Haven't you noticed? Loads of couples and marriages breaking up lately. Social media's full of it—people together for years, decades, suddenly splitting. Even presidents and prime ministers. All cases involve men meeting younger, more attractive women. It can't be coincidence."
She seemed oblivious—tilting her head. "Yeah, I've seen a few things on social media, but I didn't think it was that bad. I guess you could say something is in the air." She laughed—trying to make light of the difficult situation, but it was forced, sad.
"That's it!" I declared, the light bulb flashing. "Something in the air—literally? Or... controlled?"
Elena raised an eyebrow, still unaware, no idea what was going on. "What are you talking about?"
I spent 10 minutes going over everything—pacing her porch, words tumbling. "Valentina—how she made me feel that night, the almost-kiss. Her voice... soothing, commanding. Then meeting Elaine at the supermarket. The resemblance to you—striking, but younger, taller, curvier. She asked for my number; I said I was in a relationship, but... I don't remember what happened next. I just saved it. And the necklace—both wearing the same one, golden stone, rare. I saw it on the president's new girlfriend in the news. All these breakups... it's connected."
She listened—arms crossed, eyes narrowing. "Hmmmm... so you mean to tell me you believe Valentina and Elaine are the same person, and she goes around seducing men to get them to do anything they desire?"
As crazy as it sounded, it was what I believed. "Yes," I said wholeheartedly. "Don't you get it, Elena? I love you—I've loved you for such a long time. We were almost approaching one year together. Nobody comes close to you or means as much to me. I was under her spell—or something like it."
Elena paused—wanting to believe, but skepticism winning. "Alex... I see you trying, but this sounds... convenient. A way to explain your actions? The kiss with Valentina, now this Elaine? Maybe it's just... us not working."
"No! Look—" I pulled out my phone, showing images from social media: breakup stories, women with the necklace circled. "See? The same one. It's not a trend—it's deliberate."
She scrolled—frown deepening. "Okay... it's weird. But maybe this is a new fashion trend amongst the younger generation." She emphasized "younger" deliberately—putting us on different levels, a subtle jab at our age gap.
I rejected her conclusion. "No, Elena—trust me, I'm telling you there's something up with this. It's bigger than us."
She sighed—rubbing her temples. "I want to believe you, Alex. Really. But after everything... the breakup, the coldness... I need time to think. I'm going shopping—we'll talk later."
"Okay," I said, hope flickering. It was positive—better than nothing.
While Elena was out shopping, she wandered the aisles—groceries a distraction from the emotional storm. In the produce section, she overheard a conversation: a middle-aged man with a beautiful younger woman, his arm around her waist. "I'll tell my wife tomorrow," he said, voice low but excited. "I love you—can't hide it anymore."
The woman laughed—melodic, soothing. "You're mine now. She'll understand."
When Elena looked over, she saw the necklace—golden stone glinting under store lights. Even she now could no longer doubt what I was saying. Curiosity piqued, she used her x-ray vision—peering into the man's heart and head. There: a parasite, wriggling like a dark worm, pulsing with unnatural energy.
The woman turned—eyes locking with Elena's, menacing, as if aware she'd been exposed. A chill ran down Elena's spine.
She texted me: "My house now urgent."
I was just wrapping up a small solo mission—busting a group of thugs trying to hijack a delivery truck in the industrial district. My blasts scattered them, police arriving as I launched away. I was there within minutes—landing in her backyard, heart racing.
She opened the door—pulling me inside, then kissing me deeply, unexpectedly. Her lips were urgent, hands cupping my face. "I'm so sorry," she said, breaking away, eyes wide.
My heart pounded—as if all the love that had left me came rushing back. I held her in my arms—something I hadn't felt in a while, the feeling euphoric. "What... what happened?"
"You were right," she said, voice urgent. "She's a parasite that infects the hearts and minds of men. I can't believe I didn't sense it or feel it."
"That's creepy," I said, pulling back slightly. "Am I infected?"
She focused—using her x-ray vision, scanning my chest and head. "No," she said, relieved. "I think somehow you resisted her or rejected the parasite."
We stood there—united again, the threat crystallizing. "We will handle this," Elena stated with fierce determination. But first, she pushed me down on her couch. "It's been two weeks since I've had you." She stripped off her clothes—tank top flying, yoga pants peeled away, revealing her perfect curves: full breasts swaying, hips flaring, pussy already glistening.
My heart pounded—this was what I missed, not just the sex, I missed us. I stripped quickly—cock hard, aching for her. She straddled me—guiding me inside with a moan. "Oh god, I've missed you... yes, right there... fuck me deep."
I thrust up—hands on her hips, pulling her down harder. "Elena... you're so tight... missed this... missed you." Her breasts bounced with each roll, nipples brushing my chest as she leaned down, kissing me hungrily.
"Fuck me harder... make me cum... I need you inside me always," she gasped, her super muscles clenching in waves, milking me. I slapped her ass lightly—thunderclap echo—drawing a moan. "Yes... spank me... I'm yours again."
I flipped her—pounding from above, legs over my shoulders for deeper access. "Cum for me... let me feel you shatter... I love you so much." She arched—pussy fluttering, purple sparks dancing as she came hard, "Alex! Yes... cum deep inside me... fill your Thick Chick!"
I exploded—thrusting deep, spilling inside her as violet energy surged, our auras merging in a dazzling display.
After, panting, she apologized: "I'm sorry I should have known... about the parasite, the necklace. I doubted you."
I kissed her passionately. "No need to apologize. We're together now. That's what matters."
She had a serious look. "Now that we've gotten that out of our system, let's get this bitch out of everyone's system—including your dad's."
We were united against the threat—ready to save the world again.