Walk out of No Doors Bar and drive into New York City area.
Looking at the enthusiastic Magik, Luke responded calmly while being alert.
He had many ideas regarding the current situation.
Such as honey traps, lure traps, etc.
"Everything seems to be getting interesting."
Forty minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi, followed by Magik who twisted her waist.
In his opinion, the opponent is the queen of Hell Border, and the most popular player of Sorcerer Supreme Tournament.
Taking the initiative to throw herself into someone's arms, and being so passionate and straightforwardly provocative, she must have some ulterior thoughts.
There is no such thing as a free lunch, let alone a good thing like a beautiful woman coming to your doorstep.
Even as a strong and healthy male creature, Luke is very confident in his charm.
However, he has not redeemed the "Cuckold Cap Dispenser" skill card of Nightwing Dick-Grayson.
How is it possible to successfully capture a young, lively, sexy and charming female superhero in half an hour?
This is a bit too exaggerated!
Superman is a walking Sorceress Pile Driver, not a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically releases hormones and has aphrodisiac effects.
"The room is big, and the bed is big too."
Luke swiped the room card and walked into the luxurious suite where Magik was located.
Here is Hilton Hotel located in the center of New York City. It seems that the queen of Hell Border has a quite nourishing life after returning to Earth.
"Then why don't you try the bed - see if it's soft?"
Luke was originally looking at the Crystal chandelier above his head. He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV - most people would do this when staying in a hotel.
Although no one really wants to watch TV, or the news.
But they always open it subconsciously, as if following some kind of custom.
However, after Luke completed this set of actions, he turned around.
He discovered that Magik was removing his boots and leather pants almost at an extraordinary speed.
What caught the eye was the lovely figure leaning on the bedside with her jade body spread out.
Ah, this... you don't even go through the heart-to-heart conversation process?
Isn't the pace a bit too fast?
"If you feel hot, you should turn on the air conditioner in the room."
Before he could figure out what was going on, Luke tried his best to make his speech sound more straight-laced.
"When I see you, I feel very attractive inexplicably. The impulse in my heart makes me feel hot... I don't know your name yet?"
Magik's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.
It seems to be piercing through that handsome body and piercing the soul.
"Heh, you haven't confirmed your name, gender, or sexual orientation, yet you still dare to ask someone to stay in a room?"
Luke's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.
"I am the contractor of Stephen-Strange, an ordinary mage."
He introduced himself this way.
"Strange... Oh, you mean that smelly man who just climbed out after falling into the sewer? To be honest, it's surprising that he survived the first game."
Magik has no interest in competitors, so he said it lightly.
Then, he turned his attention to Luke.
"Are you actually coming for me?"
Luke is a little surprised. He hasn't done anything yet, but the other party is so proactive and direct?
"Before I stepped into No Doors Bar, Fortune-telling Granny of Hell Border told me that I would receive a surprise gift."
Magik stretched out one foot to hook Luke's trouser leg, and his amber eyes flowed out gently like a pool of spring water.
"Now it seems that she was absolutely right."
Luke raised his eyebrows, is this the Marvel version of Westward Journey?
Is the person who pulls out the sword the destined hero?
He had never heard of such a setting.
"Sit closer, you smell good."
Magik hooked his fingers, like a succubus from hell, releasing a seductive aura.
Luke, who remained calm and prepared to fight, sat on the bed.
Before he could start talking, two fair arms wrapped around his neck.
Snap!
The original Crystal chandelier emits light.
Instantly extinguished.
"The sugar coating is peeled off, but where are the cannonballs?"
Until the last moment, Luke still couldn't figure out the situation.
This Hell Border queen is just greedy for her own body, or she has other agendas.
The scale of time, in people's subjective judgment, can actually be long or short, which is not accurate.
If you are waiting for the bus or subway, or waiting for the bell to ring and school to end, then a few minutes will seem very long, as if the second hand is jumping extremely slowly.
Replace it with a nice vacation, a wild party, and some other acceptable circumstances, and a few hours are just a blink of an eye.
For example, Luke ends the battle.
To him, he didn't feel that the fierce fighting situation would last long.
But when I opened the curtains and looked down at the city below, the night was getting darker.
"So, you just want to sleep with me?"
Luke put on his nightgown and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
As the queen of Hell Border, a well-known young witch who is proficient in Black Magic, and a new generation of Mutants, Magik's personal strength is quite outstanding.
Possessing physical fitness that is close to that of a demon, whether it is flexibility or endurance, Luke is outstanding among the opponents he has encountered.
To sum up, it is very suitable for pile driving.
"I originally had something serious to say, but... then I forgot about it."
Magik was lying softly on the bed, her waist-length blond hair spread out, covering up her beautiful curves.
"Mephisto That old liar should be next door. You can go there."
Luke was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Next time, activities that promote physical and mental health can actually be put later."
He didn't expect that he had released the Mephisto pigeon invisibly, making the other party wait in vain for several hours.
Of course, I didn't expect that Magik would do it so directly that Luke felt like he was being used for nothing.
"But, what does Mephisto want from me?"
Luke took off his nightgown and walked into the bathroom.
No matter which universe he is in, he and this Hell Lord have never met each other and have no friendship.
"Sorcerer Supreme Tournament's participants, that old liar have contacted all of them privately."
Magik replied weakly.
"It seems that hell is making big moves."
Luke's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth raised.
Mephisto has always been at odds with Sorcerer Supreme, often secretly causing trouble, and always acting as the villain hiding behind the scenes.
It seems that the Ancient One may have caught a big fish by pretending to be dead.
"Um...Luke, leave your phone number and we can make an appointment next time."
Magik makes no secret of her satisfaction with Luke in all aspects and believes that it can develop in the long term.
"We'll meet again soon, don't worry."
Luke laughed and pushed the door open.
He is no longer limited to pile-driving sorceresses, but even female demons - Magik is a half-demon to a certain extent.
"It feels like I'm going further and further down the wrong path, and I'll never come back."
Luke shook his head, determined to resist the temptation of the outside world.
He pushed open the door next door and saw an old man in a suit with a sinister face.
The other person was sitting on the single sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.
The extremely strong, almost irresistible smell of sulfur filled the room.
A mage with a slightly keener perception, or a person with Mind Stone ability, can completely detect it.
"I originally invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately only six came. With you, you are the seventh."
Mephisto put down the wine glass and said lightly.
"In fact, if I hadn't heard the noise next door, I would have thought you declined the invitation too."