66 Scarlet Night *

The spectators were filled with questions, too many for Allen to answer, and frankly, he wasn't in the mood. Ultimately, Allen was not even in the mood to continue the virtual game.

"Okay, I know there are questions, but I'm tired, so everything is postponed..."

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– Not again! :(

– D:

– D:

– Wait, I invoke the fifth and I want a lawyer!

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"No buts, I've had enough of saving the world..."

Allen's words were also broadcast in the virtual world of SAO. It was a pity because many players were still practicing with weak monsters and hadn't had time to reach difficult floors.

"Well... you win, spoiled brats, you troll me, and here I am treating you well!"

Feeling the dissatisfaction of everyone, Allen decided to do one thing. The system said that having an active virtual world with thousands of players was equivalent to blinking, very simple.

So, Allen left SAO's world active. Moreover, live players could enter whenever they wanted and record to share on social media or wherever they pleased, although live streaming wouldn't be possible.

Lastly, Allen thought of something interesting. It had been mentioned that Allen could crystallize credits without needing to do it himself, and since it was his virtual world, everything that was recorded and shared would indirectly generate views, which translated into many credits.

To complement that, Allen thought of investing part of those credits in gray-ranked products from the store that he would resell to SAO players so they could buy them with money they earned within the virtual world. That way, Allen would have the players playing all day, consequently producing credits.

[Host, that sounds like exploitation with extra steps.]

'Hey, but they can buy a Tesla by playing in a virtual world, do you know how many people would kill for a job like that?!'

[...]

Allen ended the livestream with over five million people watching live, which was already crazy, but this was just the beginning.

Allen glanced at Coulson in the distance, but he was more intrigued by a young woman with glasses and black hair who nervously looked at him, hesitating to approach.

"Excuse me, Mr. Allen, I'm Darcy Lewis... could I have your autograph?!" The girl's face seemed like a mix of euphoria and embarrassment as she showed Allen a photo of himself.

Allen was surprised by this unexpected fan named Darcy and agreed to give her an autograph. In the end, Darcy was so nervous that she could barely speak, which Allen thought was cute. Although he felt odd seeing the woman next to Darcy with her mouth open in surprise, Jane simply couldn't believe that Darcy was acting like this; she felt that something was wrong with reality and wiped her eyes.

Allen remained silent in front of both women who were acting strangely, diverting his attention after saying goodbye to both.

Now that Allen had dealt with everyone else, only one woman remained—a blonde woman with an imposing aura who was not far away, staring at him.

[... Host, before dealing with your new goddess, what will you do with that scepter?]

'Scepter?'

Allen looked at his hand and remembered that Odin had given him this thing before leaving. He looked at it for a second and felt a kind of power in it.

"Oh no!! Hey!! Tony?! Tony!! Coulson!!" Allen began shouting while looking around.

[Host?]

"I don't want anything to do with this apocalypse-smelling stuff!! I've had enough apocalypses this week!!"

Allen was about to throw the scepter to Antarctica, but Coulson approached and took the scepter.

"Are you sure?" While Coulson couldn't deny that he wanted the scepter, it was something given to Allen, and with everything he had done for the world, he had the right to keep it.

"Tell me, Phil, do I look like someone who loves trouble?" Allen glanced at Phil with a furrowed brow.

"Well..."

"NO!, NO MORE APOCALYPTIC CRAP OR COSMIC BEINGS OR GODS OR WHATEVER! I'M OUT!"

"Wait..." Phil called Allen as he pulled out a strange phone; from there emerged a hologram of Nick Fury.

"Well, you didn't get the hammer, but the scepter makes up for it; I'm transferring the money with a small bonus." Fury knew Allen didn't want to talk more, so he was brief and disappeared.

Allen looked disdainfully at Fury's hologram, but when he checked his phone and saw the transfer of half a million, his mood improved significantly.

'Come on, Nick, you didn't have to~.'

...

Allen turned to talk to Artoria, but she had gone. Allen could feel her due to their connection, but she seemed tired.

'Sorry... I'm exhausted; it seems I'm not used to this body...'

Artoria Pendragon fell asleep within Allen's inventory; the young man simply touched his hair, unable to do anything. There were many things he wished to discuss with her, but given the nature of the situation, there was nothing he could do. 

Allen returned to his fake apartment with Natasha; Wednesday and Rebecca said they would be in the virtual world longer.

...

Allen arrived at his fake apartment in Old Bridge feeling only exhaustion, not even in the mood for a shower or anything; he simply collapsed onto the living room couch.

"Do you want to take a bath..." Natasha slowly lowered the zipper of her tight black suit, her clear eyes fixed on Allen.

Allen didn't have time to comment on this way of dressing, nor did he have an opinion now. Natasha sighed, giving up, and simply went to the kitchen for a drink for both.

"Do you want something?"

"Mmm," Allen didn't even have the energy to respond and just groaned.

It was a pitiful sight for the God of Destruction, Allen Walker.

'Right now, I'm not a God of Destruction.'

[God of Destruction Core: Iridescent Grade – contains the complete power of a normal god of destruction, not recommended for prolonged use or you risk being destroyed by your power - limited to once a week for ten minutes]

[Destruction Ki: a special ki that can destroy anything - Relative to the opponent's power]

It was a great harvest but came with a high cost and was very heavy for Allen. Natasha returned from the kitchen and saw Allen melted on the couch, unwilling to move. She placed the drinks on the coffee table and stood next to Allen; on the other hand, he couldn't see what was happening, only heard the sound of a zipper opening.

Allen's ears perked up, but he didn't look, then he saw a black glove fall to the floor followed by another, accompanied by the sound of a button. Allen felt it was too unfair how a woman could motivate a man.

Shortly after, Allen heard Natasha cough, and when he looked, she was in red underwear, holding her black suit with her fingertips and tossing it away.

"Turn around," ordered the redhead coldly.

Allen immediately obeyed and ended up lying face-up on the couch. People can criticize Allen for obeying Natasha without hesitation. But it's Natasha Romanoff! That's an excellent argument by itself.

Natasha placed a hand on Allen's chest as she leaned over him. Her sweet and addictive scent filled Allen's nostrils, accompanied by a faint sigh of comfort from the woman and her weight and softness of her.

Allen placed his arms behind her and pulled her toward him without hesitation.

"No more shame?" asked a blushing Natasha.

"We've left that behind..." Allen responded before stealing a kiss that took Natasha by surprise. However, she quickly responded and didn't fall behind, introducing her small tongue, which Allen didn't let go of and quickly entangled with his own.

"Mmm... Hmm... haa..."

Minutes passed as their hands roamed each other's bodies. After a passionate kiss, Natasha weakly pulled away.

"Rest and leave everything to me..."

Anyone can guess what would happen, and Allen is no exception, but this time he agreed to be pampered by what has been his only family for over a decade.

This relationship makes it even more immoral.

Natasha sat on top of Allen as she opened his shirt, revealing his lean but chiseled body with defined muscles underneath.

"Years ago I could carry you but you've grown...nhhg" Natasha bit her lip as she swayed her hips a little. That scene was poison for a man.

She put her hands behind her sword and released her white twins, which bounced a few times before hanging suspended and steady.

Allen reached out his hands to hold them, and they were indeed soft and large but had a strength in the face of gravity that was surprising.

"Ahhh...hnn…ahh..., haaah…..it's…good"

Natasha moaned as her naughty hips continued to stimulate Allen. The woman placed her hands over Allen's and helped him reach her pink buttons.

The woman looked lustfully at Allen before placing her hands on the young man's pants. She didn't hesitate to reach inside and touch Allen's friend.

"Nnhg indeed you have grown up~"

Of course, Natasha was only boosting Allen's ego, since she must have known Allen well since what had happened in the bathroom.

...

"Mnn... Mmhh....."

The night heated up and in the living room, a man and a woman lay naked as they locked in a fiery kiss.

When they broke apart, they both had beads of sweat on their bodies. While Allen had incredible stamina, Natasha was no ordinary woman.

She grabbed Allen's hard member and pulled it up while aligning it with her intimate spot. The woman seemed very determined to consummate their relationship, almost desperate, but a slight doubt crossed her eyes.

"Would she forgive me?..." Natasha stopped at the last moment, Allen, far from being angry, understood her. They were both family, and more than anything else, Allen's real mother was Natasha's friend. This could be seen as an insult to her memory.

"My mother was a very kind woman, maybe too much, and if you ask me she wouldn't hate you for it," Allen sighed, he didn't usually or like to remember the bad times too much, but it was part of growing up.

Natasha smiled bitterly and decided to stop, but before she walked away with a wound in her heart, Allen stood up and hugged her.

"No, I don't think she thought it would come to this, but I don't think she would hate it either, she knows you've done too much for me and what we meant to each other, we were just two for a long time and maybe I inevitably fell in love..."

"That's too immoral."

"Maybe, but I'd rather be than see you cry," Allen moved his face closer to Natasha's.

She hesitated for a moment and knew that Allen had made his decision, now it was up to her to confirm this relationship.

Natasha felt envious of Allen being so decisive, she knew that even if nothing happened today they would still be family and there would be a mutual love for each other all their lives. But Natasha doesn't want just that, a selfish desire floods her chest she doesn't want to see Allen from afar...

So someday in the afterlife, she gets to see Allen's mother she will apologize for falling in love with her son.

Natasha kissed Allen this time it was deeper at the same time she lowered her body and let Allen's member enter. A tear of happiness ran down the redhead's cheek, somehow she found what she always wanted.

"Ku....gu…gu…is... huge..."

...

The wet sounds and panting intensified as the hours passed, Allen needed the warmth of a woman he loved to let go of all banal worries.

Allen got on top of Natasha and began to thrust inside her forcefully.

"Aahnh! Haa….haah....Hya! Haaa...Allen... aaa…..haaa…..aaaa!"

The seductive moans of death were powerful stimulants that only made Allen stronger, the meaty claps began to sound accompanying the moans and gasps.

Allen felt Natasha massaging him all over as she tried to suck him, it was a sensation that numbed his head. Allen stroked every part of Natasha's body it was as if he wanted to claim every part of her for himself, when he touched her tiny ass hole, Natasha screamed in fright, but it was only momentary, he steeled himself to whisper to her that this will be for next time.

Natasha underestimated her nephew thinking he was still inexperienced and technically he was but she underestimated how much he had wanted her for years, Allen would not let her go all night. Allen cupped Natasha's lonely breasts once again.

"Ahnahn...a..h...ugh...aa…..aaa….aaaaaaaahn!!"

In terms of age, she is older, but Natasha saw first hand and suffered all of Allen's pent-up desire. The melody of passion continued late into the night.

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A/N: It's too cold where I live and my fingers hurt when I write hahaha I hope no one gets sick this time of year ;3

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