DC: I'm The Ultimate Lifeform

Chapter 42: chapter 42



"Why am I smelling..." she muttered, her frown deepening as she continued her strange inspection. Her movements were deliberate, methodical, as she sniffed further downward, eventually pausing between my legs.

Her eyes suddenly turned chillingly cold, she moved behind me, sniffing again, her face stopping near my butt. The atmosphere grew even heavier as she finally spoke, her voice cold and sharp.

"Were you going to give someone your anal virginity... before me?"

Her entire body seemed to glitch, like a malfunctioning robot. Her eyes twitched erratically, her neck snapped to the side with an audible crack, and her limbs spasmed as if her emotions were struggling to contain themselves.

I stood frozen, too horrified to respond,

"N-no, I can explain this... it's not what it seems!" I stammered, my voice cracking under the weight of sheer panic. All my emotions seemed to vanish, replaced by an overwhelming mix of fear and desperation. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as my mind raced to find an explanation—any explanation.

Why was I even trying to explain? I didn't want anything to do with this level of crazy. I could barely handle Harley's level of crazy, this was way beyond my usual threshold.

And then there was the kicker-her craziness was somehow making her even hotter. She was already the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, but now? This level of devotion, this terrifying intensity... why was it adding to her appeal? What was wrong with me?

I shook my head internally, trying to focus, but her chilling gaze and twitching smile weren't helping my case. I was in trouble, and I knew it.

"Explain?" she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't soften the sharpness of her words. "I smell two girls you cheated on me with. Did you really think that just because you died and reincarnated in a new universe, it gave you a green card to cheat on me? How could you do this to us?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Her voice broke slightly at the end, the pain and betrayal cutting deeper than any of her earlier words. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Guilt and shame hit me like a truck, leaving me utterly speechless.

I tried to summon some kind of defense, some excuse, but nothing came. My shoulders sagged, and my head dropped low, unable to meet her tear-filled gaze. Like a dog caught digging through the trash, I could only stand there in silent shame, waiting for whatever punishment she deemed fit.

"I was searching across the Omniverse for you," she said, covering ger face with her plan as if to hide her pain. her voice trembled with a mix of heartbreak and frustration. "Worried sick about your safety. Never once did I get you off my mind..."

She lowered her hands, revealing eyes filled with a storm of emotions. "But you? You were trying to do anal with someone else?" she said, her voice cracking as she covered her face as if shielding herself from the betrayal.

I didn't know why, but a cold shiver ran down my spine. The air grew heavier, and I instinctively knew, the danger was imminent.

"You..." she said in a low, steady, eerily calm voice, her hands slowly lowering from her face. "You've been a bad boy."

In an instant, a pair of gleaming scissors materialized in her hands. The calmness in her demeanor only made it more terrifying. Every instinct screamed at me to move, to run, but her oppressive aura held me in place.

"It's alright," she said, her tone unnervingly calm. "Since you love doing anal so much, I'll take charge from now on. If you truly love me, then remove those pants so I can get to work."

Panic surged through me like a lightning bolt. Instinctively, I tried to flee, every fiber of my being screaming for escape. But before I could even take a step, my body betrayed me. My hands moved on their own, reaching for the waistband of my pants, completely out of my control.

"This hurts me more than it hurts you," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "But this is tough love. Sometimes, you have to hurt the thing you love most to teach it a lesson."

Her pained smile made my heart ache in a way I couldn't explain, even as her words sent chills down my spine. She gently brushed a hand across my cheek, her touch both tender and terrifying.

"Don't worry," she continued, her tone almost soothing. "I'll keep it frozen for us to look at -a symbol of our past mistakes. Your mistakes are my mistakes, too. What we have isn't toxic; it's true love. But to keep it from stepping into toxic territory, we need to learn and grow from our mistakes."

The sincerity in her voice made it all the more unnerving. My mind screamed at me to fight back, to say something, anything—but the weight of her gaze, the twisted devotion in her words, made it impossible to move.

'I mean... she could create another me, but she'd rather stay with a mistake like me. Isn't this... true love?' The thought hit me, and for a brief moment, I was genuinely moved by her devotion.

Then reality slapped me in the face. 'What the hell am I thinking?' I snapped myself out of it, my heart racing with panic. She wasn't a goddess of love; she was a walking red flag factory. I needed to escape.

But then another thought crept in, unbidden. 'Okay, maybe one more night wouldn't hurt.' My resolve faltered as I imagined her radiant smile, her touch...

'Wait... you can't stop at an odd number,' my mind reasoned. 'Two nights. Two more nights, and then I'll never see her again.'

Yeah, two nights. That sounded reasonable, right?

I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. My throat tightened, and tears began to well up in my eyes. I didn't want to lose my dick... not like this.

This had to be what they meant by 'don't stick your dick in crazy,' but where was the justice here? I only slept with her in my past life! How was this fair?

Panic surged through me as my mind raced for a solution. Desperation pushed me to tap into every skill I'd ever gained, even Batman's skillset. And as expected, Batman's mental arsenal didn't disappoint. Plans, tactics, and escape routes flooded my mind.

"Don't look at me like that," she said, her voice faltering as her gaze wavered, unable to meet the puppy eyes I was giving her. "This is already hard for me."

For a moment, I realized I could speak. The weight of her words and the opportunity they presented hit me like a lightning bolt, and I seized it.

"No," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of pain and regret. "I accept my punishment. But if this is the end... I want the last person I use my dick with to be you. Not some random person I slept with because I was missing the love of my life."

The words came out raw, filled with emotion I hadn't even known I could muster. Whether it was desperation, sincerity, or sheer survival instinct, I didn't know.

"...Really?" she asked, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face.

I nodded, letting go of all the resistance I had left. Instead, I allowed the love-however conflicted and impossible to suppress-that I still held for her to flow freely. My gaze softened, reflecting everything I couldn't put into words, and it was enough to reach her.

Her breath hitched as she stared at me, the scissors clattering to the ground as if the weight of her emotions had finally broken her resolve. Without hesitation, she leaped into my arms, burying her face against my chest as sobs wracked her body.

Tears of her own fell as she cried, clutching me tightly. I held her, caught between relief and the bittersweet reality of the moment.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, my voice filled with genuine regret. "during my time in this new world... everything I did, I pictured you. I thought I'd never see you again, and that was the worst punishment of all."

I gave her a loving smile, my eyes reflecting the sincerity of my words. "Please, don't ever let me kill myself again."

Her tear-streaked face softened, and she nodded silently. But before I could relax, her expression shifted. Without warning, she stabbed her hand straight into my chest. My eyes widened in shock as I felt her fingers wrap around something inside me. My cheats?

I gasped, barely able to comprehend what was happening as she gripped the very core of my

power.

"Then let's start over," she said softly, her tone as sweet as honey. Her hand tightened, and with a sudden, forceful motion, she shattered something deep inside me. "First, I'll remove any reminders of the past."

I gasped, the air leaving my lungs as I felt it-the core of my power, my very essence, fracturing and leaking away. My knees threatened to buckle, but her grip on me remained firm, almost tender as if she thought this act was one of kindness.

"Now," she continued cheerfully, her tone shifting into unsettling glee, "let's go have the

best makeup sex."

She beamed at me, but I stood there frozen in horror, my body trembling as I felt my strength draining away, piece by piece.