Marvel Book of Magical Events

The smell of lust was in the air, and he racked his brains to find the right words to describe the beauty in front of him. Whether it's the smooth and well-proportioned shoulders or the slender waist, whether it's the graceful and slender neck or the muscular and powerful legs, he is amazed by the sight in front of him. Every time he would carefully look at the witch's perfect figure, never tired of seeing it, just like this moment. Bayonetta walked out of the bathroom and sat in front of the dressing table covered in drops of water. With her arms raised high, she slowly rolled up the thick long hair that fell like a waterfall with both hands. The cloud-like long hair was piled up on her shoulders, revealing a white swan neck with a few strands of wet hair, and the crystal clear water droplets were full of nostalgia, slowly sliding down her astonishing waistline and straight spine.

"Come to Mama, little one." She winked at Salomon in the mirror. The next moment, Salomon suddenly disappeared from the bed, and then appeared behind her, caressing her wet waist with both hands. He kissed the witch affectionately on the neck. The fatigue after the passion slowly dissipated, and Salomon's body recovered again, ready for the next round of fighting.

"This name is a bit strange, Bayonetta." Salomon said half annoyed and half shy, "Sounds a bit embarrassing."

"Can you still play like this with other people?" The witch raised her chin proudly, accepting the mystic's kiss. With her eyes half closed, she watched Salomon help her hang the earrings and necklace. Even without clothes, these jewelry can show the extraordinary beauty on the witch. "Next is the strict teacher. I still have a small leather whip." She said with a smile, "Boya, you are such a bad student. You actually attacked the teacher in class. You need to teach yourself a lesson. Huh~"

"I still prefer the dancer's outfit." Salomon recalled the beautiful dress made of lavender tulle and gold chains in the witch's closet. When Beunita slipped into her figure-defining outfit, her irresistible charm overwhelmed his defenses, so much so that he still thinks now and then of those dainty gold chains on those lovely toes.

While Beunita and Salomon were whispering, the door of the bedroom was opened roughly.

Jeanne stood there with her hands in her arms, with a displeasure on her face.

"It's been five hours, how long are you going to play!" She raised the corners of her eyes, scanned the environment in the bedroom, and then sniffed again. Her face turned red instantly. Joan of Arc knew what the smell was, but the white-haired witch still tried her best to maintain her composure. "You guys...Dinah has already prepared dinner, come and eat quickly! When your adoptive mother is coming, that woman has long disliked us. The scene here is comparable to "The One Hundred and Twenty Years of Sodom My God! Get dressed quickly, don’t let her see how ridiculous you are!”

"I think there is still some time, Joan, don't you plan to join? Don't be shy, my friend, it's not as bad as you said." Faced with Bayonetta's invitation, Joan just murmured a few times. Her eyes widened and she fumbled around with her hands, but her pistol was in the dresser and she was unarmed. Finally she slammed the bedroom door and ran back to her room with a thud, leaving only a series of laughing sounds from Beunita.

Athena's visit was not sudden, but premeditated.

Since Salomon met the Mother Earth, she wanted to ask about Salomon's gains. Although Salomon's analysis of his own nature is very ruthless, he still feels a little embarrassed when facing his adoptive mother, because the complex blood relationship between him, Kama Taj and the Greek gods is really fascinating. Can't figure it out.

On Athena's muscular and powerful arms, there are golden armbands carved with the Greek key pattern, and the ruby ​​ribbon sandals twisted with gold thread on her feet are spotless. Her beautiful long golden hair is coiled up and tightly tied behind her head. Gold is Athena's favorite color, both her shield and armor are gorgeous gold. Even without armor, just wearing a simple white dress, the combination of purity and luxury is so perfect on her body. Salomon felt that if he were Prince Paris, he would give her the golden apple without even thinking about it.

She crossed her legs and sat on the leather sofa as if she was the hostess.

Joan rolled her eyes, fully expressing her disdain for Athena. If it wasn't for Salomon's relationship, she would have fought this arrogant woman long ago. She poked Bayunita with her finger, but the black-haired witch pretended nothing happened.

"I've known about this for a long time. You are my adopted son, and I have observed you for a long time. Do you think you can hide the peculiarity of your soul from me?" The wise goddess of war cut the apple with a knife, With a look of indifference, "Why do you think I took you to see Hecate, just to confirm this matter. If this is the reason why you don't come to see me, it can only show that you are too shy. That's fine , indicating that your essence has not erased your humanity for the time being, I think you also think this is a good thing, don't you?"

The strong adoptive mother did not leave any room for Salomon to speak.

She stuffed the sliced ​​apple into Salomon's mouth as if he were a child.

"I think I can do it myself, Athena." Salomon sighed. He took the fruit before the witch pierced the table with a knife, and refused Athena's feeding. He had to wonder what the purpose of Athena's coming here was. In any case, it was definitely not as simple as "the children in the orphanage want to meet Salomon".

The goddess of war glanced at the mystic who was busy distributing fruits to the witch. No matter how powerful Salomon is, he seems very content to play the role of an ordinary person at home, doing things including but not limited to washing clothes, washing dishes, and making delicious food. Athena can only temporarily think that this is a manifestation of humanity, a means for Salomon to retain humanity and suppress divinity. However, the future of this world does not need these things. Even if Salomon is reluctant, he must face up to his true side.

He is stronger than God King Zeus, and he should complete his mission. The abacus of the goddess of wisdom began to move from the moment she helped Salomon. The dispute between Salomon and the gods of Olympus was inevitable, and she would always stand on the side of the winner. She has already placed her bets.

"Has the Earth Mother made a suggestion to you?" she asked. Salomon nodded, acquiesced.

"Your thoughts?"

"I don't think those things are needed for the time being." The mystic shook his head and winked at the witches, saying that he would confess, but not now. The Goddess of War looked at her adopted son, nodded, and agreed with this statement. She knew that Salomon didn't want to say something, but it didn't mean that there would be a gap between her and Salomon. She knew that Salomon loved her, and so did she, and although she had plans for Salomon, those feelings could not be erased casually. The future will be a win-win situation, she does not intend to use Salomon as a one-time tool, she is the mother of heroes, not the enemy of heroes.

Athena left, leaving a mess behind.

Salomon could only confess to the witches the deal proposed by the Mother Earth, but he concealed a large part, including those of Athena. He only said that the Mother Earth intends to create some powerful new humans through his soul, and those special individuals will share certain characteristics of him, such as excellent thinking ability, excellent fighting ability or powerful magical talent.

Bayonetta couldn't help but swear something obscene even for a witch. Salomon quickly assured the witch that he didn't need to do this for the time being.

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