World Traveler Villain-Chapter 212: CH: 210 Love And Marvel World!

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{Chapter: 210 Love And Marvel World!}

And on the table... a feast fit for queens.

Their stomachs growled in betrayal.

Tessa was the first to giggle. Kmart gave in to a groan. Claire's eyes gleamed with hunger, and Jill swallowed hard, a line of drool betraying her poise.

William looked up, eyes filled with warmth. "There you are," he said softly. "Come. Eat with me."

The women approached like a tide of color and beauty, seating themselves around him. And as the aroma of the food wrapped around them like a blanket, as laughter returned to the room and tired bodies leaned into one another in contentment, a new kind of magic took root.

For in that moment, they were more than lovers, more than comrades—they were family.

He was the center. The only man. And each of them belonged to him, just as he belonged to them.

The last hour slipped by like a dream, woven with chatter, soft kisses, and shared love. It was not just a farewell. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

It was a promise.

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Half an Hour Later...

The skies were still painted with the lingering hues of morning gold, as warmth from the rising sun spilled gently across the land. The air was heavy with the bittersweet silence that only came before partings. The grand place, where joy had recently danced so freely, was now wrapped in a tender hush as William stood before the women he loved—and the child who carried his heart.

His tone was calm, but the shimmer in his eyes betrayed the storm of emotion behind them.

"My beloved wives, my precious daughter... the time has come," he said, voice firm yet gentle, like velvet wrapped around steel. "While I'm gone... remember me a hundred times a day. Each sunrise, each sunset—let your hearts speak to mine. I'll be listening."

The silence cracked, soft laughter breaking through as Jill, ever playful yet unable to mask the quiver in her voice, teased through teary eyes, "Hmph... I'll miss you so much I'll die a hundred times, you idiot."

She tried to sound angry, but the words trembled. Her hands clenched the fabric of her robe tightly, knuckles white with grief.

Peggy stepped forward, her hair tousled, eyes steady as they met his. "Promise me you'll come back safely," she whispered, her voice laced with the unwavering strength of a first wife, yet warm with the ache of vulnerability. "We'll be waiting... every single second until you return."

Terry swallowed her tears, nodding as she said softly, "I'll pray for you... with every breath I take."

Tessa, ever mischievous even in the face of goodbyes, flicked her hair and said with a wink, "You'd better finish all your dirty business before you come back. We don't want anything left unfinished, understand?"

Laughter broke out softly, even as eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Becky, standing between White Queen and Alice, reached up to tug at her father's coat. "Daddy... Mommy... Becky will miss you lots and lots. You have to come back soon, okay? Promise!"

William bent down and scooped her up into his arms, holding her tight, giving her a bear hug.

"I promise, sweetheart. Nothing in the universe will keep me from coming back to you."

A shimmer of cosmic light gathered around them. Alice, Ada, White Queen, and Crosshairs placed their hands on the radiant Tesseract, which held between them like a divine heartbeat. As they activated the artifact, a circle of light began to swirl around William's feet like an otherworldly tide.

The air rippled.

The placed blurred.

The women reached for him with their hearts even if their hands couldn't.

A thunderclap of light erupted—and in an instant, William and the four women vanished into the ether, leaving behind only warmth and memories.

As the blinding light from the Tesseract faded into nothingness, and the last trace of William's presence dissolved like morning mist under sunlight, the silence that followed felt like a soft implosion—heavy, quiet, and overwhelming. The women stood there in a frozen moment, their eyes lingering on the now-empty spot where he had stood just seconds ago, his final words still echoing in their hearts like a fading melody that refused to be forgotten.

One by one, their gazes turned toward each other.

No words needed to be spoken. In the quiet communion of shared love and longing, the message was already written across their faces. Their hearts beat as one in that silent moment, filled with a thousand emotions—pride, love, worry, longing, and above all, a soul-deep hope for his safety.

Peggy was the first to break the stillness, whispering, "May the stars watch over him..."

Jill closed her eyes briefly, folding her hands together in front of her chest, murmuring a silent prayer not just to any deity, but to the universe itself—to fate, to destiny, to the very fabric of reality—that it would shield him, guide him, and return him safely to their arms.

Tessa placed a hand gently over her heart, feeling its beat—fast and anxious, like a bird desperate for the sky.

Claire exhaled slowly, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she fought back tears. "He'll come back... He always does," she said, more to herself than to the others.

Su Yueming nodded, her voice soft but unwavering, "Yes... but until then, we must remain strong. For him."

Through the fire of passion from the night before still lingered faintly in their aching limbs and flushed memories, it was exhaustion now that pressed down upon them—heavy and undeniable. They were still sore, not just in body, but in soul. Their hearts had burned with love for him, and now that flame dimmed only because he was gone, even if just for a little while.

As if sharing the same thought, they began walking back slowly to the long, grand dining table. The scent of the feast William had left behind still hung richly in the air—succulent meats, fresh fruits, warm pastries, delicately spiced vegetables. A meal fit for royalty. For a moment, they just stood there, looking at the food as if it were sacred offerings, left behind by a king before battle.

And then, as though guided by an unspoken agreement, they sat—gracefully, quietly, not in their usual playful competition over who got to sit nearest to him, but as sisters bound by something deeper.

Ada reached for a soft piece of bread and tore it gently, her eyes faraway. "Let's eat... he'd want us to be healthy when he returns," she said softly.

"Yes," Kmart agreed, placing a piece of fruit on her plate. "And rest too... he carried us through so much. We need to recover."

A gentle murmur of agreement passed through the group.

Each bite was taken slowly, reverently, as if they were tasting his care, his touch, his love in every flavor. The food filled their bellies, but it was the memory of him feeding Becky and White Queen with his own hands just hours earlier that filled their hearts.

After they had eaten enough to soothe the hunger gnawing at them, they began to drift back toward their rooms one by one. The soft rustle of silk, the quiet patter of bare feet on polished floors, the low creaks of doors opening—each sound gentle, subdued, as if even the walls of the home were mourning his absence.

They didn't talk much. They didn't need to. The air itself was laced with understanding.

Back in their chambers, some stared at the ceiling, some hugged pillows still carrying his scent, and some simply lay down, letting exhaustion pull them into sleep's embrace. Their dreams were filled with golden memories of the last 36 hours—of laughter, tangled limbs, whispers in the dark, kisses pressed on foreheads, and the warmth of his arms around them all.

They had loved him not as nine separate women, but as nine hearts tethered to a single soul—his. Each of them, in their own way, had poured their entire being into him: body, mind, and spirit. And yet, despite their collective passion and surrender, William remained an enigma wrapped in flesh—a force of nature too immense for mortal limits.

No matter how fiercely they clung to him, how deeply they worshipped him with their bodies, how many hours they offered themselves up in devotion... it was never enough. He surpassed them—not in arrogance, but in sheer overwhelming presence. It was as though his vitality was drawn from something divine, something infinite, like a living embodiment of passion and desire shaped by cosmic fire.

They had once joked among themselves, laughing in whispers under silk sheets, wondering if he was even truly human. For no matter how long their love-making lasted—no matter how many of them lay wrapped around him, breathless and trembling, their thighs sore, their skin kissed raw—he never truly seemed sated. His hunger was boundless, a beautiful curse they all gladly bore. And his manhood, that potent spear of their shared addiction, never softened unless he willed it to. He didn't simply take pleasure—he bestowed it, gave it as a divine gift. Even his release felt like an act of power, of ownership, of sacred union.

It was both overwhelming and exhilarating... and addictive. A pleasure that danced just on the edge of madness.

Even now, hours after his departure, their bodies still remembered—every shiver, every whispered moan, every burning moment where he had broken and rebuilt them, over and over again, like a god sculpting his temple of lovers from flesh and devotion.

And so they waited.

Not as women broken or left behind, but as priestesses guarding a sacred altar, their hearts fiercely united, bound by passion and loyalty, by the weight of memories and the fire of expectation.

They would wait for him with patient yearning, with soft smiles and aching thighs, with dreams that clung to his name. For their king was not a man easily forgotten, and his return would not simply be a reunion...

It would be a resurrection of rapture, an explosion of love and lust that the heavens themselves might envy.

He was their storm, their fire, their home—and until the day he returned, they would carry his heat within them like sacred embers refusing to go out.

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Fifth Avenue, New York, USA – Marvel Universe

A green supercar streaked like lightning across the wide open road of Fifth Avenue, the morning light glinting off its smooth, metallic curves. The engine growled like a beast let loose, savoring the thrill of speed and freedom in this clean, zombie-free world.

Ada sat in the passenger seat, wind teasing her short hair as a relaxed smile touched her lips. "God... it feels like we've stepped into another dream," she said, her voice tinged with wonder. "Modern society... buildings clean, no blood on the sidewalks... and silence that isn't soaked in terror."

Behind her, White Queen stared out the window in quiet contemplation, her sharp eyes scanning the unfamiliar skyline. "This... this is the main world of Marvel movies, isn't it?" she murmured.

Alice, seated beside her, gave a soft laugh. "As long as there are no walking corpses chasing us through grocery stores, I'd call this paradise."

William kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting casually on Ada's thigh. He looked ahead at the endless stretch of opportunity, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well," he began, "first thing's first—we need to figure out what events have already unfolded in this world, and which ones haven't. Only then can we decide what to disrupt, which to protect... and who to save."

Ada leaned her head back against the seat, her gaze distant, half-lidded eyes reflecting shadows of the past. Her voice was soft, almost mournful, yet resolute beneath the surface.

"I only know this much... out there, some beautiful women are bound to suffer. Caught in chaos, trapped by fate named William—just like Alice and I once were.

"..."

White Queen opened her mouth to say something cynical, but caught herself and clamped her lips shut, glancing sideways at William. "Forget it," she muttered. "It's not like you ever don't win in the end... as this impossible. In the hands of this pervert..." The White Queen swallowed her words back.

William's grin widened. "Careful now... Why don't you finish what you were going to say?"

"You already know how to bully me, you pervert," she shot back, but her eyes sparkled with reluctant amusement.

And then, in a sudden burst of uncontainable energy, William rolled down all the windows and shouted into the wind like a king proclaiming his arrival to the gods:

"Marvel Movie World, I'm here! Tremble before me! Let the chaos begin!!"

The girls burst out laughing.

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