Dutiful Maid or Ruthless Villainess

Pamela's hands ran down Allen's legs over his pants, ensuring that her delicate fingers pressed with an erotic sensation at every moment. However, Ivy's gaze remained dignified and proud, despite her submissive attitude and words, she showed no submission.

Allen smiled, as this sparked his interest in teasing her more. He's not sadistic, but Pamela, no, Poison Ivy has that aura of proud womanhood that makes Allen want to tease her a little.

Ivy looked disdainfully, noticing this, and used her gentle hands to massage all of Allen's legs while trying to poison him. Her beautiful hands were lovely, delicate, and soft but at the same time deadly.

Many male spectators were burning with jealousy, but at the same time, they knew that a massage from Poison Ivy ensured a one-way trip to the other world, except for Allen.

On the other hand, many female spectators were feeling a strange tingling sensation watching Allen dominate that beautiful villain, it was a shameful feeling wanting to be in Pamela's place.

Allen smiled slightly as he leaned back in his chair like an evil king stealing the breath from Pamela and the women, though Allen was ignorant of that, his mind was analyzing her actions. Had she given up? No, even after attacking him a moment ago, she was just enduring this silently.

"Congratulations, you're making an effort," Allen stroked Ivy's head, and she snorted in response.

She gave Allen a cold look with her emerald eyes, "May I remove your pants, master?" It sounded more like a statement than a request. Despite calling Allen "master," her eyes were like two icebergs. Allen, on the other hand, was taken by surprise and did not respond immediately.

She took advantage of this and unbuttoned Allen's pants and then removed them.

"..." Allen thought for a moment whether he should stop her. In the end, he shrugged and let her do it, but he wasn't an exhibitionist; underneath his pants, he had summoned black shorts over his underwear.

"Are you disappointed?" Allen mocked her, Ivy frowned at the mockery but immediately opened her eyes and stared at Allen's shorts, or rather what was hidden there.

'What?' Ivy gasped in amazement.

As the pants came down, screams were heard throughout the Marvel land, both from embarrassed women and cursing men. The simple reason, even with the shorts, it was easy to see that Allen was a man of great caliber.

"What's wrong? hehe" Allen teased again, but Ivy didn't react this time. Allen was confused by her reaction, just as people don't perceive their body odor, Allen has lived his whole life with his younger brother and never thought to compare himself to other men, of course, he knows that his younger brother is not small, but simply had an idea that he was average, which was fine, he didn't think size mattered so much if you know how to use it.

Ivy remained with a stunned look and fixed on that part of Allen for a while, it was only until he coughed and raised an eyebrow that she averted her gaze with slightly red cheeks, she barely maintained her stoic gaze.

"Master, I will proceed to serve you..."

She began to massage Allen's legs, and Allen noticed that her reluctant attitude did not interfere with her work. Ivy was true to her word and made an effort to give a massage.

Allen enjoyed the treatment and the double satisfaction, on one hand, a beauty was giving him a massage while looking frustrated, and on the other hand, he found a way to punish a villain like Poison Ivy without being too cruel to her.

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Allen thought about chatting for a while, but upon summoning the screen of his interface, he encountered a spam of negative and strange comments.

– Die!

"What?!"

– I think I should reconsider following your channel!

"Why?!" Allen didn't understand this level of anger from some of his viewers.

– I never realized how unpleasant you were until now, Allen :(

"Wtf, what's wrong with these people?!"

Some men in the chat went to the extreme of being rude to Allen, while some women's comments were more suggestive...

– Allen, I'm a doctor, and I've noticed signs of fatigue in you, I'd like to give you an examination... deep and very long~

"Wtf..."

– Shut up a bit... Allen~ I'm a professional masseuse, cup E, I can do a better job than that bit... beautiful woman...

"Well..."

– What does the size of your breasts have to do with anything, witch?!

"Hey, don't fight, or I'll start banning people," Allen sighed.

– Sh*t, dude, you have a good face, body, and now this?! what a piece of... I hope you go bald like Saitama :(

"Screw you, you idiot!" This time Allen was also annoyed. "Who are you calling bald?!"

MJ HC – Don't pay attention, they're just jealous... however, I didn't know you liked being treated like a master~ it's a very interesting fetish... isn't it?...

"I'm sorry," Allen noticed darkness in MJ's comment, so he simply apologized.

The atmosphere in the Harem's Chat also became intense, Allen believed this was within the limits, I mean, it was just a massage, of course, being a bastard womanizer, Allen has accumulated many debts with different women.

Diana HC – Was it necessary to take off your pants? -_-

"Diana, I have shorts underneath, I'm not an exhibitionist."

Allen rolled his eyes, to be honest, he had done worse things, like that day when he messed with the wife and daughter of a Russian mobster, of course, it wasn't in front of the cameras but it was implied.

Diana HC – I don't know if you're dense or just pretending not to notice.

Natasha HC – Forgive him, Diana, I can justify it a bit, when he was a child, he had a complex because, in a photo taken at the beach, he looked so skinny that his bones were visible. So he focused so much on changing that, he didn't pay attention to the attractive points he had.

"Seriously?"

Allen remembered his childhood, he used to look in the mirror every morning just to focus on his chicken legs and stick arms, in the end, he trained until exhaustion and managed to stop being skinny. However, his dream of being a bodybuilding stud couldn't be realized due to his genetics which make him lose muscle and weight easily.

Rebecca – Haa~ just when you thought a better master couldn't be possible, and you realize he's not only good at loving and seducing girls but also feeding them~

"Rebecca?! Are you awake already, sh*t, I'll be right there!"

Allen felt anxious, there was a lot to deal with her and the two women he left in the mansion. At that moment, he didn't feel in the right mood, but with three months to reflect, he wanted to go back and fix things.

Rebecca HC – Don't worry, I'm fine, stay there a little longer, although those two are not like me who enjoy not being able to walk due to so much love received~ maybe you need to be here before they wake up hahaha!!.

Gwen HC – it's an interesting conversation, should I ignore it or add it to the long list of things you need to explain when you come back?...

"I..." Allen didn't know what to say.

Gwen HC – don't worry, since Rebecca has the title of, you know (Sex doll), it's natural that this happened... just curiosity... I'm not angry...

Rogue – She's definitely angry...

Felicia – She's angry heh~

Hestia – You pervert, she's angry hmph

Ruby – She couldn't be angrier

"Sh*t..."

Maria – Language, Allen... and if she's angry

Nikky – Captain, don't worry, the worst that can happen is they castrate you hahaha

"Nikky?!"

Afrodita – ****** ~

"..." Allen didn't even want to know what Afrodita's comment said.

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Allen had a headache as he looked at the Chat, so he decided to take his mind off it, but he knew he had a lot of explanations to give.

Returning to his involuntary Maid, Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy, she looked at him with clear annoyance and anger, but out of nowhere, she softened her face and proceeded to kiss his thigh with her soft, full lips.

'Why did she do that?!'

*Pamela's POV*

What a bastard, I've never felt so frustrated by a man, he's just a bastard, selfish, perverted, arrogant, and above all, it seems like he doesn't take me seriously.

However, he's strong... he's very powerful, so much so that he can withstand the strongest and deadliest poison I have as if it were nothing, nothing works, poisons, toxins, sedatives, even when I attacked him directly, I felt powerless for the first time.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't seem to have any intention of abusing me; I guess my only concern now is how to kill him, escape, or even manipulate him... yes, he's a man, I should be able to manipulate him...

...

That bastard, after ordering me to give him a massage, completely ignored me!

I'm a beautiful woman!

That bastard, despite being so well-equipped, hasn't reacted once while I'm kneeling, giving him a massage. He seems to have an ironic look as he gazes into space. Don't tell me he's crazy. Otherwise, how could he ignore a woman like me?

If that's what you want, I'll make you look, even if you don't want to.

I brought my face close to his leg and gave him a small kiss on his thigh. This made him turn to look at me. Hehe, that's right, bastard, look at me~

I stuck out my tongue and looked at him provocatively. I proceeded to give his thigh a slight lick. This should be a very suggestive act. I furrowed my brow when I saw him stunned and then I became frustrated.

Bastard, a moment ago you seemed like a damn disgusting womanizer, and now you act innocent?! I'll kill you!!

No... calm down, Pamela, you can't win. You don't know when he'll lose patience and kill me.

I pushed my chest against his legs this time to make him feel it. My breasts deformed as they came into contact with his legs. It was erotic and perverted... hehe, he seemed to react and coughed a bit, then looked at me again, this time with more serious eyes. He seemed to move his hand in the air as if touching an invisible screen, how strange. After that, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes became those of a dominant bastard again.

He took hold of my cheeks and made me look at him, my legs tightened as I felt at his mercy.

"It seems someone's being naughty," he laughed at me. That dominant and predatory look makes me shiver.

"I only please my master~" I pretended to be submissive again. Ugh, it's a strange feeling knowing that I can't defend myself if he decides to do whatever he wants to me, but at the same time, it makes me feel weak and a little excited...

"I see, so you're a good girl hahaha"

Damn it!

I won't deny it, this bastard is handsome, very much so. He's the most handsome man I've ever seen. However, there's something about him that I don't like, it's like he's just playing with me.

He looks at me like a predator, but I don't feel like he desperately desires my body.

He makes me give him an erotic massage, but he doesn't take advantage of me... in this situation, he should have already taken out his member to make me give him oral or something!... wait, I'm just stating facts, it's not like I want that, I hate humans!

"It seems you can't handle it, Ivy..." he smiled as he stroked my head like I was a good, obedient girl. I hate this feeling. He used his hand on my face, caressing my cheek and reaching my lips. My face must be burning, I can feel the sweat running down my forehead, and my eyes feel clouded.

He put his fingers in my mouth, and I licked them... wait! It was to provoke him. I must gain an advantage over him, even if I have to seduce him... yes, I'm acting!

"What a careless girl..." He withdrew his fingers with my saliva and wiped them with a cloth he took out of who knows where. That annoys me as if he considered my saliva something dirty. Damn it, why am I panting?! Why do I feel so hot and wet?! I'm a supervillain, not his servant!

"Haa, master... Ivy is tired..."

"You can rest, Ivy," his voice was soft, and that was a double blow. What kind of monster is this, so dominant and suddenly so kind, ugh...

At some point, I leaned against his legs to support myself and rested my head on his lap. His legs are strong with a slight masculine scent. I always thought men smelled bad, but unexpectedly, his scent is very pleasant... no! Pamela, you must control yourself, I'm falling under his control. He stroked my head, and this feeling became addictive; it almost made me lose myself.

"Is there anything else I should do, master?" I asked, hoping he would treat me badly so I could hate him.

I positioned myself between his legs and looked up at him, making sure my breasts were emphasized so he would look at them, a position of submission and provocation that would make men lose their minds, and of course, he was no exception; I saw his eyes desire me for the first time.

Come on, attack me, bastard, tear my clothes and play with my body. If you do that, I'll hate you forever. Do it, unleash your disgusting desires on me! Let me hate you!

"Pamela..." he called me with a deeper voice than usual.

I felt a shiver, it was very strange this feeling; I would never feel comfortable obeying someone, especially a man. I swallowed saliva as I felt my body heating up, damn it! I feel like if this continues, I'll become his possession.

"You did well, Pamela, you're free..."

"Huh?"

What did he say?! What did I hear?!...

*End of POV*

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