Chapter 80: Gypsy

You open your eyes and find yourself on the floor with a cloth underneath and a dark-haired woman clutching your body tightly.

You recall how the wooden bed gave way last night, prompting you to continue fucking Valeria on the floor. You could also smell that the air inside the tent is thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Untangling yourself from her grip, you first check the time. It's already 10 in the morning. It's considerate of the villagers not to disturb you both, given that they must have heard Valeria's screams all night.

You use the bucket of water in the corner of the room to clean both of you up.

As you clean Valeria's hot body, she stirs awake.

"Lucas, last night was amazing. Thank you," she whispers, her eyes glowing with satisfaction and affection.

"You're welcome, Valeria," you reply, kissing her tenderly. "And you're coming with me to the West," you announce decisively.

"But will your family accept me?" Valeria asks awkwardly. "I... I have no education," she murmurs with her head down.

"No need to feel inferior, Valeria. You're my woman, and that's enough. You have your whole life ahead of you to learn and do whatever you want," you say with a gentle smile.

"Umm," Valeria nods obediently, wincing as you bring the towel to her vagina.

"It's swollen," she notes, looking down at her red pussy.

"Sorry, you were just so sexy I couldn't control myself," you admit with a smirk.

"It's fine, I'll be better soon," she says, taking a deep breath as she tries to stand up.

"Just lie down. Let me take care of you," you insist with a gentle smile, making her lie back down, she looks at you with a loving smile of her own as you carefully clean her body.

While wiping her down, you explain your itinerary and mention Aunt May, who will handle her papers for her stay in America.

As she drifts to sleep, you check your phone for updates on the hidden spy devices that have been installed. Valeria was never the main target; it was always Doom. Your company personnel were unknowingly arranging devices across the country that will be able to alert you in case Doom shows up.

You go out after calling Aunt May and giving her instructions about Valeria. Walking through the encampment, you notice some women giggling and pointing at you, while the men look on with jealousy.

Ignoring both looks, you wait for Aunt May, but an interesting conversation catches your ear.

"Did you hear about the new performer?" one villager asks another. "She can make things dance in the air as if it's alive."

"Yes, I've seen her shows. It's like she can do magic. Maybe she's a witch, just like Cynthia from years ago," the other responds.

You approach them and, after some questioning, figure out the exact location of this girl they were talking about. You wait a while until Aunt May arrives in a car with some helpers, who are here to take away the sick people discovered yesterday to a new public hospital, your company has opened.

You bring Aunt May to Valeria's tent and introduce the just-woken Valeria to her.

Aunt May blushes at the state of the camp, and they begin talking. You leave them and head to the location you heard about.

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You travel to another gypsy village nearby, camped near the edge of a dense forest, with colourful tents and wagons forming a small, vibrant community.

Your arrival is met with the same treatment as yesterday. After a quick talk and dismissing the village chief, you find the girls location.

Deeper in the village, you hear music and sense a lively atmosphere. In front of a small crowd, you spot a young girl performing with strips of fabric that dance around her as if alive.

You stand by the side and enjoy the performance. She is blending dance with puppetry, as small cloth puppets dance with her while the strips of cloth follow her around. The crowd is filled with laughter and joy as people watch her dance.

Soon her performance ends with a small applause. After people disperse, you approach the girl, who notices your arrival with curiosity.

"Hello," you greet her in Latverian, earning a surprised but pleased look from her. "I heard about your performance and had to see it for myself. You have an incredible talent."

"Thank you," She replies, her eyes lighting up. "It's just a small trick I learned. I am Sybil, and you are?" she asks, eyeing your expensive attire.

You smile, already having recognised her from her ability to move clothes during the dance.

She is Sybil Dvorak, a mutant with the ability to move objects with her mind.

Her future version in the comics, is a minor villain named Gypsy Moth.

She even later changes her name to Skein, becoming a Minor Villain/Antihero?

Her ability is more suited to softer materials, so she usually manipulates clothes and is mostly fighting with either Spiderman or Spiderwoman.

"I am Lucas Watson, and I can tell that it's definitely much more than a 'small trick'," you say with a charming smile. "You have a gift."

Sybil blushes slightly with a shy smile, unused to such genuine admiration. "I... I do what I can to entertain and survive."

You converse with her, and when she finds out you came here in a car, she immediately asks to see it. You had noticed that the local people here use animals as transport, and none of them have vehicles.

You take her to your luxury car, Sybil is even bouncing in excitement when she sees it. She is practically glowing in happiness, as you open the door and let her sit inside. You ask her if she'd like to take a ride in the surroundings, and she happily agrees, enamoured by your high-tech car.

As you ride in your car, you slowly get to know more about her.

Sybil is not from Latveria but the adjoining country, Romania. She recently arrived here with a caravan in hopes of earning money but found that Latverian people are even poorer than those in her country.

However rather than her own story, she is much more interested in yours. Instead of just telling her, you play a video in your car about Watson Group. Her eyes turn to stars as she watches the video, which included a short introduction of you and even showcased some facilities of Watson Tower.

"This is like those movies I have seen," she exclaims with excitement, "and you are like the hero of the movie," she adds in surprise.

"Then that must make you the heroine," you say, pinching her cheeks playfully. She blushes, looking at you coyly.

"Is this all real? There is so much more out there in the world," she says, looking at the paused video with a shot of Watson Tower in a daze.

From your meta-knowledge, you understand that Sybil dreams of a better life and is captivated by the allure of America and its opportunities.

In the comics, she was seduced by a middle-aged American actor, who came here to shoot a remake of 'Dracula.' Enchanted, she then follows him to America as his mistress.

The actor kept her at his house while he spent his time out. She outgrew the glamorous life soon as she started feeling trapped in the actor's house. She also started suspecting that the actor might be having affairs with other actresses, so she used her powers and started her path of being a villain known as Gypsy Moth.

But that all will not happen now as you have found her years prior to these events. "You deserve more than this," you say softly. "You have a gift that the world needs to see."

"Gift?" Sybil says with a wry smile. "It is not a gift of that I am sure. I am not stupid, I know what the people call me behind my back; a witch!" she remarks mirthfully.

You hold her hand in yours, and as you have her attention, you activate your power, Hair Weaponry. Your hair elongates from the back and forms a solid metal knife.

"Y-your hair!" Sybil exclaims wide eyed.

"You are not alone," you say with a smile. Sybil is still looking at the knife formed from your hair in surprise.

You proceed to explain to her what mutants, mutates, and super-powered beings are, although even you have trouble explaining all of this to her in the Latverian language as it's similar to her mother tongue Romani but still quite different.

In the end, she gets the gist of it, but it seriously takes a lot of time in this explanation.

"So there are more people like me out there?" she asks in wonder.

"Yes, but not a lot. Even I know only a few of them," you reply simply.

"Tell me more about your place, your country. I want to hear more about the West. Maybe you can show me some more videos?" she asks, going back to the original topic.

You smile wryly, understanding that even after hearing all of this, she is more interested in luxury than the talk about powers!

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