Where Is Stark?

Black Widow looked utterly composed as she unzipped her dress, slipped off the black short skirt with its diagonal slit, and kicked off her heels.

Seeing that Daisy said nothing, she removed her nipple covers and took off her thong as well.

"It's mainly to prevent the energy in your body from erupting and burning your clothes. Let's begin," Director Daisy explained casually.

Energy absorption naturally had to be done through the body. Black Widow was neither Captain Marvel nor Black King Sebastian Shaw. Her ability had been hidden very deeply, which also meant it would not be too overpowered. By Daisy's estimate, at most it would reach the level of the Mutant Bishop.

The little bit of cellular energy in her body might not be enough, so strengthening her starting from the chest would produce the best results.

To that end, Director Daisy extended both hands. She would begin strengthening her from the heart, then use the heart to transmit the ability throughout her body.

Black Widow's expression turned strange as Daisy, with a perfectly serious face, grabbed her unmentionable parts. She could not help asking, "Does it feel good?"

"Not bad."

"How can you call that not bad? Compared to Hill's..." Before she could finish, the tremendous energy erupting within her body overwhelmed her, and for an instant, she felt as though she had soared into the clouds.

"Calm down, calm down. Natasha, can you hear my voice? Calm down!" Daisy's voice was incredibly distant, taking a long while to reach her ears.

Black Widow was extraordinarily experienced. She knew that little episode had made her lose face in front of her junior, especially considering the other woman's orientation. That made it even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, her skin was indeed thick. After focusing her mind, she looked at