I Finally Understood-Homelander Must Be Shy

Today's featured actor was the famous Hollywood star Alexandra Daddario.

The youthful look had faded from the actress, and the passage of time had begun to show around her eyes. After recently giving birth and adjusting to life as a new mother, she seemed like a whole new person.

Time had done nothing to diminish her stunning features or her voluptuous figure.

Motherhood, however, had softened her sharp, dazzling aura. Simply standing there, she exuded a gentle charm with every smile and frown.

"Sniff."

Homelander was a little off his game during tonight's heroic rescue.

The director in charge of filming noticed that after arriving at the scene, their esteemed Homelander had made several glaring mistakes while rescuing the "actress with a baby who was caught in a convenience store robbery."

But since this rescue wasn't real—or even semi-real—all the actors called out, "Cut!"

At the director's signal to stop filming through her earpiece, Daddario immediately dropped her frightened expression and looked worriedly at the stroller she was pushing.

"Oh, sweetheart, did Mommy wake you?"

"Be good, okay? Mommy will be done working soon... Ah, are you hungry?"

"Gulp!"

The loud sound of someone swallowing echoed through the set. The director had just hurried over to Homelander when he asked in surprise, "Homelander, are you hungry too?"

"I'm not!"

"Right, well, um...?"

Homelander turned around impatiently. "What is it? Get to the point!"

"Of course. Here's the thing, Homelander. In our scene, after the robbers rush into the convenience store, Ms. Daddario is supposed to let out a terrified scream."

"Then, just as she's about to shield the stroller, you appear... Homelander? Homelander?"

The director followed Homelander's distracted gaze and was surprised to find him staring at the Hollywood actress.

Wait, hadn't my predecessor, the one who got fired, told me Homelander wasn't interested in women?

He remembered what his predecessor had said: "Filming Homelander's heroics is actually pretty simple. You just need to capture the whole thing perfectly."

"Don't do anything else."

"You don't have to go out of your way to suck up to anyone here, and you don't need to prepare a red sofa for anyone. If only I hadn't screwed up that airplane rescue..."

Screw that predecessor. He could go eat shit!

Had he wanted me to screw up too, so he'd deliberately told me the opposite about Homelander's interests?

No wonder Homelander was usually like a saint. So this was his type!

People really were rotten to the core.

At that moment, the director finally understood.

Once the realization hit him, he immediately leaned in close to Homelander and whispered, "Homelander, actually, Ms. Daddario..."

Homelander tilted his head slightly before he could stop himself.

The director continued, "As far as I know, she and her husband have had plenty of arguments. One time, they even fought at an important banquet... Yes, yes, I'm getting to the point."

"She agreed to take this rescue gig for a simple reason: she needs money, and she needs publicity."

"I can ask Ashley to raise her appearance fee, or maybe get her some traffic. Then she can come to Vought Tower tonight—I guarantee it!"

Smack—

The moment the words left his mouth, Homelander's steel hand clamped around the director's neck.

"Uh... Ho-Homelander..."

Homelander pulled him closer and stared into his eyes. "You think I'm trying to get with her? That's what you think? You think I'm that kind of person?"

Three deathly questions in a row showed that Homelander was genuinely getting angry.

He was a righteous man who only wanted to drink milk... only wanted to save innocent women. And this damn guy had dared to slander his character.

What did he take him for?

He deserved to die!

"Bzz! Bzz... Bzz..."

Suddenly, just as Homelander was about to get angry enough to kill the director, the badge on his chest began to vibrate violently.

Homelander's expression changed at once.

He tossed the director to the ground. Then, without meaning to, he glanced once more at Daddario, who was getting ready to feed...

"Boom—"

A sonic boom rang out as Homelander shot into the sky.

The shaken director sat frozen on the ground for quite a while. Only when Daddario came over, confused, and asked whether they were going to keep filming did he jolt to his feet.

"I knew I wasn't wrong! He looked at you again before he left!"

"What?"

Daddario was baffled.

The director stomped his foot excitedly. "I finally understand! He must be shy! Otherwise, why would he suddenly leave, after looking at your breasts... Ahem, they really are magnificent."

"Director, wh-what are you talking about?"

"Come on, this sort of thing is perfectly normal. Why is he so shy about it? Ah, Ms. Daddario, come over here. I have wonderful news for you!"

One! Two! Three...

As the three-second countdown ended, the ceiling of the laboratory hidden three floors underground was instantly pierced by an incoming object.

Neither the reinforced concrete holding up the building nor the thick layers of alloy steel plate meant to keep the test subjects from escaping could stop Homelander from dropping out of the sky!

Amid a cloud of dust, the stars and stripes fluttered.

"Son..."

"Ahhh!!!"

"It really is Homelander! Oh my God, I-I'm so excited, sir! I'm your biggest fan, I..."

Jordan was so excited that she failed to notice the strained, picture-perfect smile on Homelander's face.

He was holding himself back!

The long-missed scent of milk had stirred his desire, but he couldn't satisfy it.

Then that damn director had slandered his character for no reason, leaving him irritable and frustrated.

He should have killed the director, called off tonight's rescue, and gone straight back to the house where the fresh milk was hidden.

But the moment Ryan's pager went off, he'd abandoned everything and rushed back to his son without hesitation.

But why was Ryan here?

In a place that instantly reminded him of somewhere filled with pain and gloom, somewhere he should have destroyed.

A laboratory!

"Sir, it's such an honor to—"

"Dad!"

Ryan interrupted Jordan's adoration.

He was worried that if he didn't stop her, this girl/boy would turn to ashes the next second.

It had taken Homelander three seconds to get here. The distance was even shorter than during the Stormfront incident last time, yet he'd still been a second too slow.

And in this state, something must have happened during the rescue.

Were Homie's opponents already out there?

His mind raced, but Ryan didn't hesitate. Still carefully holding the jar of virus, he walked over to Homelander with a happy, expectant look, as if waiting for praise.

"Dad, I did something heroic, just like you!"

Homelander held himself back and forced a smile for his son. "What did you do?"

Ryan held out the jar in his hand. Homelander was about to take it without much thought when his son spoke.

"We found this terrible virus that can kill all supes!"

Homelander's outstretched hand froze halfway.

Then his instincts took over, urging him to pull his hand back. But as soon as he started to do so, he forced himself to stop.

Because if he'd heard correctly, the virus that could kill all supes was now in his adorable son's hands.

"G-give it to me... son!"