2156 Side Story: Party Experience (End)
A trace of disgust appeared on Luke's cold face. Wiping his hands with the white handkerchief, he didn't forget to mutter, "Your faces are so greasy. How unhygienic. You should stay at home and not come out to disgust people."
As he spoke, he examined his palm again, as if he really wanted to see if there was anything dirty on it. In the end, he threw away the handkerchief and bowed slightly to the side.
Only then did the men and women notice Max, who was wearing a cat mask.
Two of the girls had probably been in the cosplay circle before. When they saw the cat mask, they couldn't help but blurt out, "B- Bastet?"
Everybody looked at them blankly. "What?"
Max was also dumbfounded. It wasn't easy for her to swallow the same "what?"
As a New Yorker, she naturally knew about Black Cat, but she had never noticed that Black Cat's official name was actually Bastet.
It was just like how many people now knew about Deathstroke but didn't know that he was officially called Big Dipper.
Luke was amused.
He hadn't made the mask for Selina. It was purely a cosplay product which the little turtles had churned out. He had just picked one up in passing.
Besides, Selina kept her old Bastet Armor as a souvenir. She had never given it to anyone, not even Luke.
Now that they had entered the era of nanosuits, it was just a matter of entering different model parameters in order to create the armor's external appearance and composition.
He didn't expect there to be cosplay fans here. He looked at the two girls with great interest, only to see that they were pale and trembling.
In front of everybody, the only strip of cloth which one was wearing instantly turned wet as a large amount of yellow liquid with an obvious smell flowed down her legs.
Stumped for a moment, Luke looked at the system interface. Hm, that was right. These two girls were indeed neutral yellow.
Then why were they so scared of Black Cat that they would piss themselves on the spot?
Before he could think, the girl who had pissed herself was already lying on the deck as she explained in despair, "S- I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. She was the one who taught me to do it."
Luke: ???
Max: ???
The men and women: ???
Only the expression of the girl who had also shouted "Bastet" changed drastically, and then… she peed herself.
Sensing that her partner wanted to shift the blame to her, she subconsciously passed the buck.
She pointed at one of the two remaining rich kids. "It was Barry. He asked me and Nina to pretend to be Black Cat. He's rich and powerful, so we could only agree. Actually, Nina and I are very normal. We're not masochists. It was Barry who forced us."
The girl who peed first was even more cowardly. Hearing the other girl's words, she nodded quickly without thinking. "Yes, it was Barry who forced us…"
Luke raised a finger to his lips, indicating for them to shut up.
If he listened any longer, he was really afraid that he would cripple these two idiotic women as well.
It was their freedom to cosplay, but it was too brainless to repeat such a disgusting thing.
Of course, the Barry they were talking about was the one who had started this.
He was also the one who had wanted to touch Max. He was the protagonist of today's party, the owner of this yacht, and the 'core' figure of this bunch of rich kids.
Luke's cold gaze fell on Barry.
Just nice, this Barry had a bright red name.
Very good. In a few days, this person would be able to live his second life in peace — the logistics support team in Space 2 was always short of male servers.
Ophelia (proficient in nanotoxins) wasn't interested in sleeping with men, but delighted in torturing them in various ways.
Since Barry was so good at playing, then Luke would let him play to his heart's content.
But not tonight, much less in front of Max.
The baker wasn't interested in becoming a superhero. She preferred to live like most people; even better if she was rich.
Apart from improving her body and preventing her from not having enough stamina to make cakes, Luke didn't use any other treatment for extraordinary strength on her.
So, tonight's conflict would be within normal range.
He hadn't played the face-slapping game with rich kids in so many years. Since he had decided to play, then he would play to the fullest.
In any case, slapping someone was a very ordinary choice; the security guard who was the most heavily injured would just need to recuperate for a month or two at most.
The simplest choice was for him to go missing with Barry after all this.
Having already made up his mind, Luke turned around and gave Max a look to say, "Hurry up and act, or I won't be able to keep up the performance anymore."
Realization dawned on Max, and she forced herself to do what she had rehearsed for five minutes.
When Luke asked, "Who?", she gave Barry a death stare.
Then, this 'lucky audience member' tried to jump into the ocean to escape, but Luke grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back from the guardrail, before he slapped him in front of everyone.
The slaps hitting Barry sounded like a string of drums.
Then, at Max's indication that the other two 'sidekicks' had participated in threatening her as well, he slapped them sober.
He forced them to strip and tie Barry up, then stuffed Barry's boxers into the man's mouth, before he pretended to enter the cabin of the yacht.
When he came out, he had two leather clappers and a phone.
Throwing the clappers to the two 'sidekicks' and raising the phone, Luke ignored the despair in the eyes of the three 'stars' and gave the director's order. "Okay, action!"
The two lackeys looked at each other in dismay. A moment later, they gritted their teeth and raised their hands high. It was better to slap a brother's ass than to have their own face slapped!
Besides, if they didn't do as they were told, the other party would get mad and personally step in, and Barry would suffer even more.
Hm, that's right. Barry, friend, we're doing this all for your own good. Thinking that, the two of them swung their hands down.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
There was the sound of something even louder than a slap, along with Director Luke's occasional 'direction.' "Use more strength. Haven't you eaten?
"Give me an expression. You have to look like you're enjoying it.
"It seems that Barry isn't satisfied with your 'service.' Give him another 100 strokes.
"Yes, that's it. Shed some tears for the emotional impact."
Ten minutes later, Luke and Max jumped off the yacht, landed on the jet ski, then slipped away.
The people on the deck looked at each other in bewilderment. For a moment, nobody dared to say anything.
Luke had simply told them to stay still; anyone who moved would become the next main lead.
Looking at Barry, who was still crying silently on the deck with his boxers in his mouth, nobody wanted to be the next main lead.
On the jet ski hundreds of meters away, Max finally burst out laughing. "Oh, baby, I love you to death!"
Recalling Barry's expression and the video on her phone, she was overjoyed. She turned around and kissed Luke.
Luke chuckled. "Satisfied?"
Max said, "That's right. I'm too satisfied."
Luke said, "Then you have to keep your promise when we get home, until I'm satisfied."
Max said, "Wait, I did say that, but it's not like I want you to be like Barry."
Luke: "Hm?"
Max cozied up to him. "You know what I mean. How about it?"
Luke: "…Guess?"
