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44: Repercussions 2

44: Repercussions 2

"John!" Followed by Peggy's call, a pair of arms wrapped around John. He didn't resist—being hugged by a beautiful woman, no matter who it was, was always welcome in his book. Besides, smelling the pleasant fragrance of her hair and feeling the softness of her breasts against his body made his stress melt away in a much-needed way. Now he understood better the person who would invent stress balls forty years in the future.

But the hug couldn't last too long at this moment, or John wouldn't be able to keep his hands still. So, after patting her back, he gently pulled her away from his side.

What comics didn't tell you about gaining superpowers that enhanced physical condition was that certain types of desires also intensified. John associated it somewhat with what happened when you went to the gym and increased your testosterone due to exercise, which also resulted in a boost in libido.

He had felt it for the first time when he took both serums, and he had felt it again when he enhanced himself with the power of the Tesseract and the Vita rays. It wasn't something completely uncontrollable, of course, but it was still there, like a small voice buzzing at the back of his mind like an annoying mosquito.

Before joining the war, John had needed the help of several girls to keep it from becoming too irritating. Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to do it—he actually did it quite gladly—but if that need had been a little less intense, he could have kept things more discreet and avoided putting his hands on so many women so early in his new life.

After joining the war, he had to put such activities on the back burner for a while, which was difficult. Fortunately, the thrill of being in the midst of battle helped him "let off steam" a little, but sometimes, it was barely enough.

And now that his body had been "enhanced" again, it would probably be much harder than before.

"I'm sorry for the delay," he said, looking at Peggy's "new" office, which was inside a newly installed military tent.

At the moment, the survivors of Sword were at another Allied base in Italy, one that wasn't too far from where their previous base had been in Sand in Taufers.

The place wasn't bad, but it was clearly not suitable for staying too long, so they would need to move soon.

"John, what happened?" After calming her excitement at seeing him again, Peggy asked with a frown. For her, everything had been quite confusing since the attack, and she needed some clarity—or she might actually start getting gray hairs.

"It's... a bit complicated. I'm still confused about some things myself, but I brought someone who can help me explain it," he said before gesturing behind him, where a silent Clea stood.

"Is she...?"

"A new friend."

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"I just... need a moment."

John sighed at the sight of Peggy's pale face. He supposed it was too optimistic to expect everyone to take certain revelations as if they were nothing.

Peggy was a smart woman, but like many others of this era, she had a strong sense of skepticism. Accepting scientifically backed facts was one thing—accepting things beyond science was something else entirely. Learning about the existence of magic and demons, with everything that implied, had still left her quite disoriented.

Adding that to all the stress she had been enduring lately, it was understandable that she had a bit of a breakdown. Still, he had faith that she would recover from this sooner rather than later.