The faint light of dawn awakened the clamorous city. Sean climbed out from between the sprawled, jade-like bodies after a night of battle. He glanced at the deeply sleeping beauties, their fair skin exposed, pleasant smiles lingering at the corners of their lips. They must have had a wonderfully satisfying experience, in both body and mind, last night.
The facts proved that for an "everlasting motion machine" like him, victory in bed had never depended on numbers. Even twice as many would only result in a one-sided crushing defeat.
In this regard, the young man could not help missing Jean, who was in Asgard. That Phoenix was the only true opponent worthy of a fight.
The hazy daylight pierced through the thick clouds. After leaving the bathroom, Sean evaporated the moisture from his body, put on a white robe, and sat in the living room. Judging from yesterday's fierce battle, the two lovely women sleeping on the large bed in the bedroom would need at least another two hours before waking up. He had plenty of time to warm the milk, toast the bread, and make two simple sandwiches.
He had become quite adept at playing the perfect lover.
He opened his laptop and browsed through the information compiled by Skynet. Asgard's existence being exposed had indeed caused no small impact on this world. Humanity had officially learned that it was not the only life in the universe, that the vast galaxy contained other civilizations. They might bear goodwill, or they might be carrying hunting rifles.
At present, countries around the world were calling upon experts to establish a field of cosmic sociology, primarily for analyzing extraterrestrial civilizations and lifeforms. Jane Foster, who worked at Umbrella, had already been invited by the White House to join them. Her Foster Theory