Touch and Transcendence

After a long day of school, Andrew was in a hurry to get home.

Only when he returned to the door did he suddenly stop again.

Can something that has remained unchanged for more than ten years change because of an old photo?

This thought flashed through his mind, causing his heart to beat, and he froze, staring at the closed and silent door.

About 10 seconds.

Just when he decided to open the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside out with a click.

There is a woman standing in the doorway, flawless to any critical eye.

She looks about twenty-eight years old, her black hair is pulled back, her face is flawless with light makeup, her eyes are like a silhouette of a blue sky, dark eyebrows with a hint of Britishness spread shallowly above them.

The woman is dressed in a loose, stylish long white shirt and trousers that reveal the curves of her fragile, tall body. It is striking that this woman has the elegance of a queen, but with a touch of spontaneity.

Elegant and spontaneous.

These two very different temperaments, instead of colliding, subtly and perfectly combine at this moment.

Andrew subconsciously called out to the woman standing in front of him: "Aunt."

"Come in."

Instead of asking Andrew why he was standing at the entrance, Diana Prince sat down slightly, a perfect curve loomed from the back of her head to her buttocks as she took her slippers from the shoe cabinet next to the door and placed them on the carpet in front of Andrew.

"Aunt, I ...".

Andrew opened his mouth, thinking that he shouldn't hide anything from this woman, that it had been a constant for sixteen years, but for a while he just didn't know how to say it.

"Let's have dinner first." Diana, as if realizing what was happening, interrupted him and turned to go into the living room.

He hung his school bag on the hook by the door, put on his slippers and followed him into the living room.

The living room is lit with warm light.

From the table came the aroma of two dishes with spaghetti, beef sauce, chili oil and cold white wine on the side.

"It's pasta again." Andrew looked at the familiar dish, as if forgetting about the previous heavy atmosphere, and muttered in a thin voice.

But I didn't expect to see my Aunt Diana across the table with a cold face, who was saying: "Eating well enough, how dare you talk too much."

"Yes."

With a bitter expression on his face, Andrew quickly picked up his fork and began to eat his colorful pasta.

My aunt is perfect from the outside and from the inside, but she has no talent for cooking, so her taste is normal, as always.

However, now the food reminds Andrew of his childhood.

I remember how my aunt didn't know how to cook at all.

"Ahem."

Diana, who was sitting in front of him as if watching him, immediately got up and came closer to pat him on the back with her hand: "Slow down." And she handed him his own glass of water.

Andrew took a big sip of warm water, and his chest immediately felt lighter.

So he just said in one fell swoop, "Aunt. In the morning, someone passed the photo to the house."

With these words, Andrew put the photo in his pocket on the table and told about the morning meeting at home.

Diana was not surprised and calmly listened to what he was saying, only her eyes were slightly rippled when she saw the black-and-white photo.

When Andrew finished speaking, Diana put the photo away and returned to her seat with a gentle farewell: "I know who the person who filled the photo is.

I'll take care of it, and you won't have to worry about it from now on."

"Good."

Andrew had no doubt that his aunt would handle everything, but asked with pure concern and curiosity, "Aunt, the one in the picture in the strange battle armor...".

"Since you want to know, I'll tell you."

Diana's cold face was heavy with emotion, and after a moment of reflection, she began seriously: "Yes, she really is my grandmother. She died a long time ago, and I heard that she helped the army fight against mysterious forces during the First World War."

"A mysterious force? Could it be the legendary gods?" Andrew's eyes widened in surprise. According to rumors, the cause of the First World War was the God of War!

Diana shook her head: "It was so long ago, I only heard my mom talk about it when I was a kid."

She paused: "But there are no gods in this world."

"Just as well." Andrew nodded, deeply relieved.

Diana also felt relieved.

"I have an appointment with a friend, I need to go out later, I can come back later." Diana explained quietly and raised her glass of water to take a sip, but found Andrew looking at the glass in her hand.

"What happened?" Diana asked curiously, lowering her glass.

"It's okay, it's okay." Andrew shook his head, suddenly remembering a question.

Just now I used my aunt's mug myself, and now my aunt has used the mug again.

Isn't it just a casual kiss?

There's nothing wrong with kissing your aunt. When you were little, Andrew and your aunt took a bath together. This is one of the main reasons why it is still so difficult for girls to attract Andrew's attention.

It's like being fascinated by the masterpieces of craftsmanship every day and experiencing some boredom from the rest of the work.

But now here's the problem.

Will an indirect kiss trigger [the Lord of Families]?

Andrew couldn't help but think.

He has not tried his hand yet and knows only three prerequisites for activating [the Lord of Families].

Must be heterogeneous.

After an intimate meeting.

Fluids are exchanged between them.

Andrew's aunt is, of course, of the opposite sex, and the perfect opposite sex.

As for intimate touching, I wonder if patting on the back counts just now?

The main thing is the exchange of liquids, and even if there was an exchange, it was neutralized by the water in the cup.

So everything should be fine, right?

Andrew was distracted thinking about this question until the evening meal was over.

"Don't wait for me, go home and go to bed early." Diana used a childish tone of voice that made Andrew burst into tears and laugh for a moment, saying in response: "Understood, be safe there alone, we don't have resident superheroes in the city."

Currently, only New York, Gotham and Metropolis, the three main economic capitals, are home to Iron Man, Batman and Superman, respectively, due to the fact that they themselves live there.

"Don't worry, I'm very lucky. You, on the other hand, keep an eye on the house and don't go anywhere." Diana winked at him and smiled encouragingly as she changed into high-heeled winter boots and left the house.

There was silence in the room again.

As he looked at the closed door, his heart inexplicably emptied, and he began to recall the conversation that had just taken place.

"Is this really how it's going to happen, with a photo?". Andrew muttered.

If the meaning behind the photo really was the image of my aunt's grandmother, then what were the thoughts of the one who slipped her into the house?

"It doesn't seem that simple." Andrew was thinking a little while collecting the dishes when he heard the sound of a break.

He was stunned, and when he looked down, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

The glass of water in his hand shattered and burst, as if it was affected by a force beyond its capabilities, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

"This cup? No, this is my body...".

He felt that the power of his palm had never been so great, and that it could crush everything and destroy everything.

Illusion or delusion?

His fingers moved slightly, and the metal knife and fork quickly bent and deformed, which was visible to the naked eye.

The metal knife and fork also have a well-marked dent from the fingerprint on the handle.

How you move, how you look!

"Hey?" Andrew was completely confused.