"Hey! Hey! Stop! Harley!"
Homelander's eyelid twitched.
This crazy woman was genuinely insane.
This was being livestreamed!
Hundreds of millions of eyes around the world were watching!
He did not mind showing off his manliness, but his image right now was that of a "tragic savior," a "hero who would bleed out his last drop for humanity," not some pervert throwing an orgy on a livestream!
He would lose fans! He would definitely lose fans!
Homelander had no choice but to reach out, grab one of Harley's filthy hands as it started wandering downward, and pull her off himself with a little force.
"Calm down, little pumpkin. Calm down."
Homelander straightened the front of his clothes, which had nearly been torn open, and maintained that weak yet gentle tone.
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush..."
"Why?" Harley pouted unhappily and pointed at Superman on the ground. "The villain's already been defeated. Isn't this the part that comes next? That's how they draw it in comics!"
He leaned close to Harley's ear and quickly whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"You're filthy, like a little pig that just rolled around in a mud pit."
"Go take a shower first."
Homelander pointed at the camera Harley had just thrown away, which was still stubbornly recording from the ground.
"Besides, our work isn't finished yet."
Harley froze for a moment, then looked at her filthy clothes and sniffed her armpit.
Blech... it really did stink.
"Fine..."
She reluctantly let go of Homelander, licked her lips, and gave him a seductive look.
"Then don't run away. Tonight, you're mine."
With that, Harley picked up the camera. Though her face was full of unfulfilled desire, she obediently walked several meters away, set the camera back up, and