More than ten minutes later, Tony Stark, now in his "post-nut clarity" phase, sat alone by the river over two hundred meters away from the refugee camp, bare-chested and lost in thought.
Although he had always considered himself a seasoned player in matters of romance and had never thought of himself as a quick finisher, he had clearly forgotten that the body he was currently controlling was, to a certain extent, still a complete novice.
As a result, during their "fierce battle," he was swiftly defeated by the Night Elf female commander, who possessed abundant experience, worldly wisdom, and an exceptionally, exceptionally strong body.
More importantly, he had ultimately failed to resist temptation and cheated on Pepper Potts behind her back.
Of course, Tony Stark himself did not know whether what he had just done could really be considered cheating.
After all, he was now in a real game, and the body he controlled was not his original one.
But there was no denying that the primitive, wild charm of Night Elf women had given him immense satisfaction, both mentally and physically.
Open-minded, independent, proud, confident...
They were fearless warriors, Druids who revered nature, and deadly hunters lurking in the shadows.
These true feminists from another world were something those women living in big cities—who shouted about women's rights while actually chasing fame, fortune, and wealth—could never hope to match.
Perhaps it was like the saying went: the longer you spent around people, the more you liked dogs.
After dealing with so many women who pursued wealth and fame, Tony Stark had inevitably come to appreciate the Night Elf women's bold, straightforward style of loving and hating without reservation.
Especially those female warriors who fought the Burning Legion's demon armies to the death with bows and moonblades in hand, their