He threw Scarlet Wanda heavily onto the bed.
Scarlet Wanda had just tried to get up when Homelander lunged over, both hands pinning her shoulders down.
"Stop struggling." Homelander looked down at her. "You should feel honored. Not every variant in every universe gets the chance to experience Homelander's love."
Faced with Homelander's undisguised aggression, Scarlet Wanda finally panicked.
She twisted desperately, trying to break free from the man's restraint.
But without Chaos magic, her struggles were laughably weak.
Homelander ignored her resistance completely and tore open the neckline of her gown with one hand.
The sound of fabric ripping was exceptionally clear.
Just before Homelander could take things further, Scarlet Wanda chose to flee.
She released the original owner, whom she had forcibly suppressed deep within her mind.
She herself, like a startled bird, plunged into her mental fortress and sealed herself away.
The instant she retreated, the woman on the bed suddenly went limp.
The original Wanda had returned.
She opened her eyes, her vision slightly blurry.
It felt as though she had merely zoned out for a second.
Her memories still lingered on the moment when she had been about to offer herself to Homelander.
She had no idea that there had been a replacement, a confrontation, or a magical battle in between.
All she felt was Homelander pressing down on her, roughly tearing open her gown.
Rather than frightening her, such wild behavior ignited the desire in her heart.
"You're so rough tonight." Wanda's face flushed as her arms naturally circled Homelander's neck. "But I like it."
She lifted her head of her own accord and pressed her lips to his.
Homelander sensed the change in the woman beneath him.
That cold resistance had vanished. She was now passionate and obedient, her eyes filled with infatuation