Nighman

Chapter 10

Cerulean, now known as Nighman in the city, had been moving steadily forward with his plans to assemble a team capable of challenging Omni-Man and defending against any threats that might emerge. His search for allies had led him to two vital recruits already, but he still needed more. One person kept coming to mind—a hero who was powerful, experienced, and facing her own struggle: Monster Girl. He knew she could be an invaluable addition, but he also knew that convincing her wouldn’t be easy.

After tracking down her address, he arrived at a modest house tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. Gathering his thoughts, he knocked on the door, waiting as he heard footsteps from the other side. When the door opened, he was greeted by a young girl, or at least that’s what she appeared to be at first glance. Her serious expression and intense gaze, though, hinted at something much older within her.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone guarded.

“Nighman,” he introduced himself, giving her a respectful nod. “I’m putting together a team, and I want you on it. I know you’re more than what you look like.”

She raised an eyebrow, a skeptical smile pulling at her lips. “Let me guess—you want to put a ‘kid’ on your team?” She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. “Look, I get offers from so-called heroes all the time. Everyone wants to use the cute kid image, then get rid of me when they realize the truth.”

Cerulean held her gaze steadily. “I know you’re not a kid. I also know that you’re cursed. And I can help with that.”

For the first time, her expression flickered with surprise before she masked it, her face neutral once more. “You’re saying you can undo my curse?” Her voice held a hint of hope, though she seemed to be fighting to keep it contained. “All right, if you’re serious, prove it.”

Without hesitation, Cerulean extended his hand, focusing on his resurrection ability, adapting its power not to raise the dead but to mend what was broken within her. A faint, warm glow spread from his palm, surrounding her in a soft light. Slowly, her youthful features began to shift, maturing, aging, until her outward form matched the inner person she had always been. Before his eyes, she transformed from a twelve-year-old girl into a woman in her mid-twenties, with a poised strength and a mature gaze that had been absent in her previous form.

She stared down at her hands in disbelief, as if seeing herself for the first time. Her fingers traced the lines of her arms, her waist, marveling at the body she now possessed—her true body. “You… you really did it,” she whispered, a smile breaking across her face as the realization sank in.

Cerulean couldn’t help but smile back, relieved that it had worked. “So, do you think you’d be interested in joining my team now?”

Her gaze shifted, becoming more focused as she studied him. The gratitude and joy on her face transformed into something warmer, something more intense. She took a step closer, her voice soft. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

In that moment, she reached for him, pulling him into an embrace that spoke of her emotions—relief, gratitude, and maybe even a longing she hadn’t expressed in years. She pushed him onto her couch, straddling him and locking they’re lips. She wasted no time undressing. Pulling off the now to small shirt  and skirt before he could pull down his damp pants. 

I'm not a slut." Amanda muffled voice protested from they’re kiss.

"Well, I'm about to change that."

Before she'd had a chance to think that one through, he sheathed his manhood in her insanely tight, and wet pussy. Amanda let out a long, throaty moan as he thrust into her to the hilt, his girth and the deep penetration filling her.

Unable to bring herself to argue, she settled for moaning as he began fucking her with deep strokes. His fingers gripped her hips firmly as he drove himself into her pussy, occasionally releasing her to sharply smack her butt, gazing with fascination at the pinkish blush on her behind that her well-deserved spanking was creating

Later, as the evening turned to night, he left her apartment with a renewed sense of purpose, but also feeling an unusual exhaustion. The night had offered him not just an ally, but a new understanding of the weight of his choices.

Back at the Teen Team base, Eve found herself wrestling with her own choices. Days had passed without a sign of Cerulean, and despite her efforts to focus on the work of being a hero, her mind kept drifting back to the mysterious figure. Cerulean’s presence had stirred something in her, a kind of hope and curiosity she hadn’t felt in a long time. With every passing day, she felt a stronger pull to reach out to him, to see if he’d consider joining them.

As she entered the base, she made her way to Robot’s lab, hoping to talk through her thoughts with him. His logical perspective had often helped her sort through her feelings before, and she figured this time would be no different.

As she walked past the common area, though, she noticed the faint sound of running water. Frowning, she continued down the hallway toward the source, noticing that the sound seemed to be coming from the bathroom just around the corner. Curiosity got the best of her, and she moved closer, her hand hesitating on the door handle.

Before she could second-guess herself, she opened the door—and froze.

Inside the shower, laughing and completely unaware of her presence, were Rex and Kate. They both turned, the smiles on their faces vanishing as they realized who was standing there. For a moment, silence filled the air, thick with tension and shock.

Eve’s heart pounded in her chest, her face reflecting a mix of hurt and anger. She felt her fists clench, the betrayal cutting deeper than she’d expected. “Rex… Are you serious?” she demanded, her voice wavering. “After everything?”

Rex struggled for words, looking guilty and helpless, while Kate tried to offer an explanation, her voice steady but defensive. “Eve, it’s not… it’s not what you think.”

But Eve had heard enough. The betrayal was too fresh, too raw, and she shook her head, backing out of the room without another word. She turned and hurried down the hall, her steps quickening until she found herself outside, where the cool night air hit her like a wave, bringing a bitter clarity to her thoughts.

Her heart felt heavy, torn between the anger toward Rex and the realization that maybe, just maybe, she deserved better than what he could offer. The image of Cerulean’s determined face, his confident presence, drifted into her mind. She remembered the way he had jumped into battle, the way he had spoken to her with a respect and focus she wasn’t used to from her teammates.

Maybe there was another path for her. One where she could work with people who valued her, who saw her as more than just a teammate or an asset. But before she could follow that path, she needed time—to heal, to find her strength, and to redefine what she wanted.

As the night wore on, Eve resolved to make a change. She didn’t know where it would lead her, or if Cerulean would even be part of that journey. But she knew one thing for certain: she wouldn’t let herself settle for anything less than she deserved, not anymore.