Under the blazing sun, Private Angel had an arm around Queen Maeve's waist like some shameless creep, a wicked grin on her face.
Maeve's face was full of resistance, and she struggled nonstop as though she were being molested.
"Let go of me! I really don't need healing!" Maeve said, laughing and practically begging for mercy as her ticklish spots were tickled.
"Come on, baby, just give in. Hehe." Private Angel's palm glowed.
With her tireless efforts, the wound at Queen Maeve's waist gradually healed.
"All done!" Private Angel wiped the sweat from her forehead. Using her healing superpower repeatedly had left her exhausted.
She extended two fingers, turned her hand over with a flowery flourish, and lightly brushed Soldier Boy's cheek. "Ben, don't forget!"
Soldier Boy agreed eagerly, "Don't worry. I always keep my promises."
Queen Maeve didn't look the least bit happy after her injury was healed. Unless something unexpected happened, something unfortunate was about to happen to her.
"Sir, sir, I'm just a woman..."
"Even calling me Dad won't help you now." Soldier Boy considered how to deal with her.
A slap in the face?
No, Queen Maeve's relationship with Homelander was ambiguous, after all. Disfiguring her would be hard to explain.
A whipping kick or a side kick?
No, those were too violent. Not suitable.
Homelander was somewhat bewildered. He blinked several times without figuring out what was going on.
For a moment, those beautiful blue eyes looked lost, and he began regretting not grabbing A-Train and asking him to explain.
"Sir, actually, I could call you Father too. Homelander and I might get back together very soon." Queen Maeve tried to negotiate.
"You're getting back together? Seriously?" Soldier Boy became interested.
The current Homelander was quite normal in every respect. Without that dark, twisted side