MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

→ 20 REVIEWS= 2 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 150 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 300 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER

CURRENT PROGRESS:↓

– FIRST OBJECTIVE:- 8/20 REVIEWS

– SECOND OBJECTIVE- 150/150 P.S ✓

– THIRD OBJECTIVE- 280/ 300 P.S

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The newly acquired estate wasn't much yet — a stretch of fertile land on the outskirts of the capital with the skeleton of a manor house taking shape and a few warehouses already in operation. Workers bustled about, hauling timber and mana-conductive stone, and Nova could see the distant shimmer of an enchantment barrier taking form.

But none of that mattered.

Because at the front of the main office, standing with hands on her hips and a glare that could turn dragons to stone, was Celise Vernette.

Form-fitting black dress that hugged every scandalous curve, sheer enough in the right places to hint at sinful promises, and high heels that clicked against the stone like a countdown to someone's funeral. Her midnight hair cascaded down her back, and those amber eyes locked onto him the second he crossed the courtyard.

Nova's mouth was already dry before she even spoke.

Not that he let her get that far.

The instant she opened her lips — probably to scold, demand ledgers, or call him an irredeemable bastard — Nova was on her. One smooth, predatory stride closed the distance, and then she was airborne, yelping as he grabbed two handfuls of that perfect, criminally round ass and pinned her hard against the stone wall.

With a little magic, none of the workers saw anything.

Celise's breath hitched, a sharp gasp turning into a pleased, breathy moan as Nova's mouth crashed onto hers. It wasn't tender. It wasn't sweet.

It was filthy.

Tongues battled, teeth clashed, and when he bit her lower lip, she rewarded him with a dangerous little growl in her throat.

Her legs immediately locked around his waist, grinding against the very obvious, very eager hardness straining against his pants. Nova groaned into her mouth, his hands kneading those perfect, sinful cheeks like a starving man savoring forbidden fruit.

"Mmmf… fuck, I missed this," he growled against her lips.

"Missed these hands, you bastard," Celise hissed, arching against him, making damn sure he felt every decadent curve pressed tight against his chest.

Buttons popped.

Fabric shifted.

He tugged the neckline of her dress down just enough to spill one of those glorious, heavy breasts free — his mouth immediately descending to capture a pert, dark pink nipple between his lips. The sharp gasp she gave was filthy music, and when his teeth grazed it, Celise bucked against him like a woman possessed.

His hand was already under her dress, fingers sliding over silk, palm cupping heat. He squeezed one ass cheek hard enough to make her hiss.

"You're gonna make me rip this dress," he muttered.

"Like you haven't already ruined half my wardrobe, you animal," she shot back, nails raking down his back in a way that promised bruises.

Drunk in lust, the world ceased to exist for them.

Nova pinned her against every damn surface nearby. Against the wall, over a desk, even against a half-finished windowsill while workers very pointedly found somewhere else to be. They kissed like they meant to consume each other — hands, lips, teeth, tongues — bruises blooming, hair mussed, breath ragged.

At one point, he had her with both legs over his shoulders, her back against the wall, grinding shamelessly while his hands squeezed those flawless, maddening hips.

"Gods above… you have no right walking around with an ass like this," Nova groaned, biting her collarbone and palming those cheeks with both hands, squeezing once.

Twice.

A third time just for spite.

Celise smirked, flushed and panting, and rolled her hips against him in a way that made his eyes damn near cross.

Then — just when he was about to lose all sense of reason and year her dress — she grabbed his wrist, tugged her dress back up, and somehow smoothed her hair with that infuriating poise only she had.

"As much as I'm tempted to let you finish what you started," she panted, lips swollen and eyes gleaming with wicked promise, "you've got an appointment with the Wizard King in an, you irresponsible, insatiable bastard. So go and bath, I have already selected cloths appropriate for this occasion."

Nova groaned against her neck, teeth grazing skin as his hand lingered on her breast beneath the fabric.

"Five more minutes," he bargained.

She grabbed his ear, tugged hard enough to make him wince, and whispered, "Tonight, I'll ride you into the floorboards, I swear it. But move your ass now."

Nova, grinning like a man possessed, gave her breast one last, lingering squeeze.

Then again.

And again — because self-control was for people without perfect tits in their hands.

"Couldn't help myself," he muttered, shameless.

Celise rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, but that smirk stayed firmly in place. "You're impossible."

And then she saw it.

That wicked gleam in Nova's eyes — the one that always meant trouble, no escape, and thoroughly scandalous consequences.

"Nova, no—"

Too late.

He scooped her up like a damn princess, her indignant squawk muffled as he kicked open the bathroom door with a loud bang. The workers nearby wisely pretended to go temporarily deaf and blind.

"We're bathing together," Nova declared, marching inside like a man on a mission.

Celise kicked her legs uselessly, palms smacking against his chest. "I already bathed, you bastard! I'm perfectly ready!"

Nova snorted, kicking the door shut behind them with his heel.

"No, you're not," he grinned. "As your boss — your responsible, caring, sexually oppressed employer — it's my solemn duty to ensure my secretary looks absolutely flawless for her first official audience with the Wizard King."

He set her down with a flourish, pinning her between him and the edge of the steaming bath. His hands planted firmly on the marble on either side of her hips.

"That means," he murmured, lips brushing her ear, "I'm going to wash every inch of you. Myself. And you're going to return the favor."

Celise gave a token glare, crossing her arms over her chest — which only succeeded in pressing her breasts higher, much to Nova's delight.

"This is abuse of power," she muttered, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her.

"This," Nova corrected, leaning in to bite her neck lightly, "is me making damn sure the Wizard King has to work twice as hard to keep his eyes off my secretary."

She snorted, smacking his chest half-heartedly. "You are such a possessive bastard."

"Damn right I am."

Symbolic resistance gave way to laughter and inevitable indulgence as Celise sighed, unfastening her dress with a single practiced tug. The fabric slid down, revealing skin that still bore the faint marks of his earlier attention.

Nova whistled low. "See? Flawless. But she could use a little polish."

"Filthy man."

"Guilty as charged."

The two of them stepped into the steaming water, hands already roaming, steam curling around them like a conspirator, and for the next several minutes the sounds of splashing water, soft gasps, and indecent laughter echoed off the stone walls.

It was reckless.

Irresponsible.

And utterly glorious.

By the time they finally emerged, cleaned, flushed, and with a few new bite marks apiece, Nova flicked his hand lazily, drying them both with a burst of heat magic.

Celise rolled her eyes but smirked anyway. "We're so fucking late."

Nova grinned. "Worth it."

And with one last heated kiss, filthy promises for tonight hanging thick between them, they strode off toward the Magic Knights' Headquarters — clothes adjusted, hair flawless, and not a single soul brave enough to ask what the hell had just happened.

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