Chapter 225 Jean: I am your true love

"I am the true love!"

Jean said stubbornly.

"My foot, your true love!" Lucas kicked Jean right in the buttocks.

So arrogant! So audacious!

She completely didn’t take him seriously!

When will we boys ever be able to stand up straight! I’m so angry I’m shaking and shivering cold!

Jean let out an "ouch" as she was kicked to the ground.

Of the one hundred and eight seals all over her body, Wanda had only placed one, and the rest were all added by Lucas.

Ever since Jean stepped out of the room, he had known what this woman wanted to do!

"Let’s roll! Let’s go outside for a heart-to-heart!"

Lucas hoisted Jean onto his shoulder and flashed away in his big shorts, leaving Wanda messy in bed.

It was still the dark side of the moon.

In the cold wind.

Looking at the desolate craters all around, Jean subconsciously hugged her arms tighter and said vigilantly,

"Y-You... What are you trying to do? You wouldn’t want to silence me and bury me here, would you?"

"Oh ho! Who asked you to want to stay with my wife forever? Then I can only hide your corpse here!"

"Right? This place is quite large, and there is no risk of grave robbing for hundreds of years."

"It is simply an excellent geomantic treasure land."

"Even rich people wouldn’t be able to be buried here, so you should just count your blessings and be happy!"

Lucas stepped forward with his hand blade joined together.

Jean had no desire to resist at all and hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Don’t you come over!"

"Oh ho! You know how to be scared too!"

Lucas put down his hand blade, feeling somewhat curious.

Clearly, he had used the Omega Effect to capture the will of the Phoenix Force, and since the Phoenix Force was refined by Jean, Jean should completely be his supporter.

Why did she always want to steal his girl?

This didn’t make much sense.

"Hehe! I knew it."

"I am close to Wanda, and you are close to Wanda. The two of us should be in the same gang. Don’t be so nervous!"

Jean laughed it off.

"Holy shit!"

Lucas was somewhat amazed.

He had always thought Jean was a relatively mature and steady type. How could she be so shameless!

"What dishes did you have to get this drunk? Are you even worthy of mining the same vein as me?"

"What tier are you?"

"I bah!"

Lucas spat a mouthful of saliva, and as a result, the saliva condensed into ice in the void and floated toward Jean.

Jean’s eyebrows and nostrils scrunched together, showing indescribable disgust.

She hurriedly dodged to the side, letting the ice saliva float away.

"Talk if you want to talk, spitting everywhere is very impolite!"

Jean said seriously.

She was a woman with good manners.

"Heh... tui!"

Lucas spat at her again directly.

Jean: "..."

It’s just liking your wife, what’s the big deal about that? You aren’t losing anything anyway, right?

"Fine!"

Seeing that Jean was stubbornly unrepentant, Lucas said, "Then you come over first and let me chisel you once!"

Jean widened her eyes.

"For what? Are you joking with me?"

"Weren’t you the one joking with me first? Oh my! Are you getting anxious?"

Lucas walked forward, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Jean, to a certain extent, we are indeed like-minded allies, but Wanda can never belong to you—not in this lifetime."

"However, you can settle for second best and share the same hoe with Wanda!"

Jean was stunned, her eyes looking somewhat eccentric: "What do you mean?"

Lucas spouted nonsense with a straight face: "My bloodline originates from a race called Viltrumite, and you possess the Phoenix Force within your body."

"If we combine, what kind of offspring can we give birth to?"

"This is the purpose of me helping you control your power."

"In other words, I’m not running a charity, understand?"

Jean’s gaze became even more bizarre.

So right now... she had set her sights on his wife, and his wife liked him, but he had set his sights on her?

What a chaotic love triangle!

No!

Aren’t you just being a scumbag...?

But it seemed she didn’t have the face to judge others either!

"Don’t be like this, Lucas. Do you have to put on the appearance of a scumbag villain just to make me back off?"

"Please, you’re not that kind of person. Last time I acted like that, and you didn’t even get tempted!"

"To be honest, you Asian men are all very pedantic, so the proportion of good men is still quite high."

Lucas was instantly speechless.

That’s a stereotype, isn’t it?

Although Jean was praising him, Lucas felt deeply insulted.

If he was a good man, then Homelander was a considerate, sunny, warm man!

Are you kidding me right now!

"Stop trying to make your Brother Lucas laugh. Even if you stood here completely naked, my little brother wouldn’t even spare you a glance."

"You still want to snatch your Sister Wanda’s clay pot rice?"

Lucas looked Jean up and down.

Jean was indeed tall and voluptuous, but Wanda was a great Witch!

And she never refused any form of activity.

Therefore, the two of them were completely not on the same order of magnitude.

"You!"

Jean’s face flushed red again.

Clay pot rice?

Shameless!

Lucas couldn’t be bothered to say more. A man’s hobbies in this life included persuading women of the demimonde to turn over a new leaf and dragging good women into the water. Now there had to be one more: straightening out a lesbian.

He took a step forward, wrapped his powerful arms around Jean, lowered his head, and pressed straight onto her lips!

"Mmm——?"

Jean’s eyes suddenly widened, and her delicate body struggled violently!

But under Lucas’s absolute strength, her struggle was like that of a kitten.

Besides.

Why was this reliable embrace so familiar?

It felt as if he had hugged her when she was a child!

A few minutes later, Lucas let go.

Jean’s face was flushed red, panting heavily as she hurriedly wiped away the water stains on her lips.

"Lucas! You’ve gone a bit too far this time. Do you know what you’re doing?"

"If I tell Wanda, you will... you will!!!"

Lucas touched his lips.

"What will I do? Do you think you still have any credibility with Wanda?"

"I’m afraid you won’t even be able to scan a shared bicycle anymore, yo!"

Lucas said, "Besides, this mouth of mine carries Wanda’s scent. You’re only worthy of eating second-hand saliva!"

Hearing these words, Jean suddenly shook.

Subconsciously, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the corner of her mouth.

Holy shit!

Lucas was shocked once again.

Jean’s expression fully demonstrated that she was actually the type who was cold on the outside and sweet/cloying on the inside. Usually, she looked full of a royal sister vibe, but in reality, that was just a disguise.

I heard that royal sisters are all love-brained!

Since Wanda was Jean’s weakness, then Mrs. Jean... you wouldn’t want Wanda to continue suffering at night, right?

Why don’t you help her bear some of it?

Lucas raised his index finger again, pinched Jean’s chin, and slightly hooked it upward, presenting those red lips.

"Don’t look at this as just a finger; it’s not an ordinary finger."

"This finger has been precipitated by the Scarlet Witch. I allow you to enjoy second-hand ones, but you can’t ask for them proactively, understand?"

Looking at Lucas’s index finger, Jean’s eyes became slightly hazy.

She actually, against her better judgment, leaned forward like a kitten, slowly extended her fragrant tongue, lightly touched the fingertip like an electric shock, and gently savored it in her mouth.

"It seems that the desires of the Phoenix Force haven’t completely disappeared."

Lucas nodded.

A normal person wouldn’t be this extreme.

Unless she’s a yandere.

Jean definitely wasn’t one, so the problem must lie with the Phoenix Force. This thing was too obscure!

Next time, he would get another piece for Jean.

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