Kapitel 81: Chapter 80: Gypsy (Edited!)
I open my eyes and find myself on the floor with a cloth underneath and a dark-haired woman clutching my body tightly.
I recall how the wooden bed gave way last night, prompting me to continue fucking Valeria on the floor. I could also smell that the air inside the tent is thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Untangling myself from her grip, I first check the time. It is already 10 in the morning. It is considerate of the villagers not to disturb us both, given that they must have heard Valeria's screams all night.
I use the bucket of water in the corner of the room to clean both of us up.
As I clean Valeria's hot body, she stirs awake.
"Lucas, last night was amazing. Thank you," she whispers, her eyes glowing with satisfaction and affection.
"You're welcome, Valeria," I reply, kissing her tenderly. "And you're coming with me to the West," I announce decisively.
"But will your family accept me?" Valeria asks awkwardly. "I... I have no education," she murmurs with her head down.
"No need to feel inferior, Valeria. You're my woman, and that's enough. You have your whole life ahead of you to learn and do whatever you want," I say with a gentle smile.
"Umm," Valeria nods obediently, wincing as I bring the towel to her vagina.
"It's swollen," she notes, looking down at her red pussy.
"Sorry, you were just so sexy I couldn't control myself," I admit with a smirk.
"It's fine, I will be better soon," she says, taking a deep breath as she tries to stand up.
"Just lie down. Let me take care of you," I insist with a gentle smile, making her lie back down, she looks at me with a loving smile of her own as I carefully clean her body.
While wiping her down, I explain my itinerary and mention Aunt May, who will handle her papers for her stay in America.
As she drifts to sleep, I check my phone for updates on the hidden spy devices that have been installed. Valeria was never the main target; it was always Doom. My company personnel were unknowingly arranging devices across the country that will be able to alert me in case Doom shows up.
I go out after calling Aunt May and giving her instructions about Valeria. Walking through the encampment, I notice some women giggling and pointing at me, while the men look on with jealousy.
Ignoring both looks, I wait for Aunt May, but an interesting conversation catches my ear.
"Did you hear about the new performer?" one villager asks another. "She can make things dance in the air as if it's alive."
"Yes, I have seen her shows. It is like she can do magic. Maybe she is a witch, just like Cynthia from years ago," the other responds.
I approach them and, after some questioning, figure out the exact location of this girl they were talking about. I wait a while until Aunt May arrives in a car with some helpers, who are here to take away the sick people discovered yesterday to a new public hospital, that my company has opened.
I bring Aunt May to Valeria's tent and introduce the just-woken Valeria to her.
Aunt May blushes at the state of the camp, and they begin talking. I leave them and head to the location I heard about.
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I travel to another gypsy village nearby, camped near the edge of a dense forest, with colourful tents and wagons forming a small, vibrant community.
My arrival is met with the same treatment as yesterday. After a quick talk and dismissing the village chief, I find the girls location.
Deeper in the village, I hear music and sense a lively atmosphere. In front of a small crowd, I spot a young girl performing with strips of fabric that dance around her as if alive.
I stand by the side and enjoy the performance. She is blending dance with puppetry, as small cloth puppets dance with her while the strips of cloth follow her around. The crowd is filled with laughter and joy as people watch her dance.
Soon her performance ends with a small applause. After people disperse, I approach the girl, who notices my arrival with curiosity.
"Hello," I greet her in Latverian, earning a surprised but pleased look from her. "I heard about your performance and had to see it for myself. You have an incredible talent."
"Thank you," She replies, her eyes lighting up. "It's just some small tricks I have learned. I am Sybil, and you are?" she asks, eyeing my expensive attire.
I smile, already having recognised her from her ability to move clothes during the dance.
She is Sybil Dvorak, a mutant with the ability to move objects with her mind.
Her future version in the comics, is a minor villain named Gypsy Moth.
She even later changes her name to Skein, becoming a Minor Villain/Antihero?
Her ability is more suited to softer materials, so she usually manipulates clothes and is mostly fighting with either Spiderman or Spiderwoman.
"I am Lucas Watson, and I can tell that it's definitely much more than just 'small tricks'," I say with a charming smile. "You have a gift."
Sybil blushes slightly with a shy smile, unused to such genuine admiration. "I... I do what I can to entertain and survive."
I converse with her, and when she finds out that I came here in a car, she immediately asks to see it. I had noticed that the local people here use animals and carts as transport, and none of them have vehicles.
I take her to my luxury car, Sybil is even bouncing in excitement when she sees it. She is practically glowing in happiness, as I open the door and let her sit inside. I ask her if she would like to take a ride in the surroundings, and she happily agrees, enamoured by my high-tech car.
As I ride the car, I slowly get to know more about her.
Sybil is not from Latveria but the adjoining country, Romania. She recently arrived here with a caravan in hopes of earning money but found that Latverian people are even poorer than those in her country.
However rather than her own story, she is much more interested in mine. Instead of just telling her, I play a video in my car about Watson Group. Her eyes turn to stars as she watches the video, which included a short introduction of me and even showcased some facilities of Watson Tower.
"This is like those movies I have seen," she exclaims with excitement, "and you are like the hero of the movie," she adds in surprise.
"Then that must make you the heroine," I say, pinching her cheeks playfully. She blushes, looking at me coyly.
"Is this all real? There is so much more out there in the world," she says, looking at the paused video with a shot of Watson Tower in a daze.
From my meta-knowledge, I understand that Sybil dreams of a better life and is captivated by the allure of America and its opportunities.
In the comics, she was seduced by a middle-aged American actor, who came here to shoot a remake of 'Dracula.' Enchanted, she then follows him to America as his mistress.
The actor kept her at his house while he spent his time out. She outgrew the glamorous life soon as she started feeling trapped in the actor's house. She also started suspecting that the actor might be having affairs with other actresses, so she used her powers and started her path of being a villain known as Gypsy Moth.
But that all will not happen now as I have found her years prior to these events. "You deserve more than this," I say softly. "You have a gift that the world needs to see."
"Gift?" Sybil says with a wry smile. "It is not a gift... of that I am sure. I am not stupid, I know what the people call me behind my back; a witch!" she remarks mirthfully.
I hold her hand in mine, and as I have her attention, I activate my power, Hair Weaponry. My hair elongates from the back and forms a solid metal knife.
"Y-your hair!" Sybil exclaims wide eyed.
"You are not alone," I say with a smile. Sybil is still looking at the knife formed from my hair in surprise.
I proceed to explain her what mutants, mutates, and super-powered beings are, although even I have trouble explaining all of this to her in the Latverian language as it's similar to her mother tongue Romani but still quite different.
In the end, she gets the gist of it, but it seriously takes a lot of time in this explanation.
"So there are more people like me out there?" she asks in wonder.
"Yes, but not a lot. Even I know only a few of them," I reply simply.
"Tell me more about your place, your country. I want to hear more about the West. Maybe you can show me some more videos?" she asks, going back to the original topic.
I smile wryly, understanding that even after hearing all of this, she is more interested in luxury than the talk about powers!
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