Chapter 104: Hill's Great Misfortune

Supporting each other, the two returned to Michael’s room, exchanging playful teasing along the way, their bodies brushing against one another as the atmosphere gradually heated up.

Once inside, Hill wrapped her arms around Michael and whispered in his ear, "Can you tell me? What exactly were you and Stark talking about?"

Michael smiled and replied, "Hill, has anyone ever told you that you’re not cut out for the art of seduction?"

Compared to Natasha, with her deep crimson waves, Hill’s neat short hair gave her a more competent, no-nonsense look.

“But I really want to know what you and Stark were discussing. Won’t you tell me?”

“Don’t talk like that, please. You’re giving me goosebumps.”

Michael found it impossible to keep up the act.

Hill sighed in resignation. Since you won’t accept the offering, don’t blame me for resorting to harsher measures.

According to the S.H.I.E.L.D. files on Michael, he always fought clad in armor, and since he mostly kept to his lab, she had formed the impression that he was similar to Tony—both genius inventors.

Hill moved decisively, grabbing Michael’s neck and said, "Doctor, don’t make me get rough."

“You already have,” Michael retorted, exasperated.

“Fine, don’t hurt me. What do you want to know?”

Michael decided to feign weakness, curious to see what Hill had discovered.

Hill pressed on, "What are you and Stark plotting? The Tesseract? Or something else?"

“So you suspect that,” Michael said calmly.

Hill sensed something was off but continued, "Doctor, do you think I wouldn’t get rough with you?"

Where do you get that confidence from? Michael thought.

“No, I think I’m rougher than you.”

Michael dissolved into black smoke, teleporting behind Hill, pinning her against the wall and locking her arms.

Hill struggled, but Michael’s grip was like iron pincers, holding her immobile.

Such strength was beyond any normal human’s capacity.

“How are you so strong?”

“I’m in biological research. To heal my body, I genetically modified myself.”

Hill was shocked; someone had actually developed a super serum to enhance the body.

“So you’re like the captain—augmented? Didn’t Osborn’s human enhancement experiments fail?”

“Osborn failed, but Angel International succeeded. Whether it’s cross-species gene fusion or super serums, I can achieve it.”

Michael smiled softly and added, “But one thing you got wrong—I’m stronger than the captain.”

Hill kicked toward Michael’s groin, but he caught her leg.

Now, Hill was truly trapped.

“What exactly are you and Stark up to?”

As an agent, Hill never gave up a chance to gather intelligence.

“No comment.”

Michael tossed Hill onto the bed.

She rolled over, rubbing her sore arm, then leaned against the wall in a defensive stance.

“Don’t come closer.”

Michael shook his head. “That won’t work. It only excites me more.”

He transformed into smoke and reappeared before her, locking eyes.

Startled by the sudden face, Hill hesitated, then swung a punch.

Michael was quicker, catching her arm and sweeping her legs, knocking her to the floor.

He then pulled out a rope, straddled her, and tied her up.

Next, he removed her stockings and gagged her with them.

Hill looked at Michael fearfully, muffling sounds as if trying to speak.

“Don’t worry, Hill. I’m not interested in you.”

Michael patted her on the rear.

“Really, Hill, your chest isn’t as big as my pecs. I wouldn’t be interested.”

Hill felt insulted—not physically, but as a woman. It wasn’t a wound to the flesh, but to the soul.

Michael chuckled and turned to leave without a trace of regret.

Soon, he arrived at Gwen’s door and knocked.

Hearing the knock, Gwen was puzzled—who would visit her at this hour?

She opened the door to find Michael.

Her heart leapt, but she kept her composure.

“What brings you here?”

“Hi, Gwen. Good evening.”

Michael tried to push the door open, but Gwen blocked him.

“How do you have time to visit me? Is Hill really that unappealing?”

“No, it’s not that she lacks charm; it’s that you’re too captivating.”

“Sweet talk.”

Though she spoke with feigned disdain, her body betrayed her honesty.

Gwen opened the door wider and pulled Michael into a kiss on the lips.

The kiss stirred something in Michael. His hands caressed her smooth back as he said,

“Can I stay here tonight? I tied Hill up in my room; I don’t want to share a room with her.”

A classic case of revealing one’s true intentions at last. Michael had already prepared his excuse—since Hill was in the room, Gwen wouldn’t send him away.

“No.”

Gwen came to her senses, pushed Michael away, and closed the door.

“Go be with Hill. Don’t come back tonight.”

Michael sighed, almost had it. What went wrong?

What now?

Room with Tony?

No, they already planned to meet tomorrow; going now would only invite ridicule.

After some thought, Michael knocked again.

Gwen repeated, “I told you, go be with Hill.”

Michael was helpless and said deliberately, “Alright, I’ll go sleep with Hill then.”

He made noises as if leaving, hoping Gwen might peek out.

But she didn’t take the bait; the door stayed firmly closed.

In truth, Gwen leaned against the door, afraid to open it.

She wasn’t ready—what if she were pregnant? Helen had lectured her many times; she wasn’t ready to be a grandmother.

Reluctantly, Michael retreated.

Looking at the bound Hill, he sighed, “Let’s sleep together. But rest assured, I’m a gentleman. Unless you make the first move, I won’t budge.”

“We’ll split the bed—half for me, half for you.”

He drew a line down the middle, not quite an even split—more like 80/20.

“I’m a man; I need more space. You understand, right?”

Hill rolled her eyes, refusing to respond.

Michael continued, “I get cold easily. Are you cold?”

Hill’s mouth was gagged; she couldn’t answer, just shot him a disdainful look.

“If you’re not cold, I’ll just cover myself with the blanket. That way, I stay under it, you stay out, no misunderstandings.”

“In that case, I’ll turn off the light and sleep.”

Michael tossed his shoes to hit theI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.