Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Neuman stood behind the door as if she had been waiting for him for a long time.

She was not working today, so she was not wearing one of those stiff suits she usually wore to congressional hearings. She had no makeup on either, her face bare, and she wore only a simple beige house dress.

The neckline dipped into a deep V, revealing a deep line of cleavage.

The hem barely reached her knees, making it easy to imagine just how rounded she was from behind. The tie at her waist had been knotted loosely, outlining a faint, teasing curve.

The dress was cut very simply, but on her, it looked especially enticing.

Neuman already had an excellent figure. She was sexy, with pale, slender calves showing beneath the hem of the dress. A pair of soft house slippers hung from her feet, exposing a slim, fair ankle.

When she saw Benjamin standing at the door, a gentle smile immediately appeared on her face.

At that moment, she looked like a wife waiting for her husband to come home, finally hearing the doorbell ring.

"Sir, you’re here," Neuman said softly.

Benjamin gave a slight nod. His gaze swept over the entryway and the hall before he asked, "Zoe went to school?"

"Yes," Neuman said, looking up at him. "I don’t have to work today either, so I’m the only one home right now."

She paused, her lashes lowering slightly before rising again. The look in her eyes was so seductive that it needed no translation.

Benjamin lowered his head, his commanding gaze meeting Neuman’s.

He said nothing. He only looked at her.

Neuman’s breathing quickened for an instant, and then she understood everything in that look.

Her fingers rose to the loose tie at her waist. With a gentle tug, the knot slipped open without a sound.

The beige dress soon slid from her shoulders and pooled on the floor around her ankles.

...

Two hours later.

On the large bed in the master bedroom, the sunlight had shifted angles. It had crept from the floor to the foot of the bed, casting warm light and shadow across the bedding.

Neuman lay on her side on the left side of the bed, her head resting on Benjamin’s chest.

One of her arms was draped across his waist and stomach, her fingers resting loosely on his far hip. The posture was deeply intimate.

A lingering flush still colored Neuman’s cheeks.

Although her breathing had already calmed, her body remained heavy with lazy, aching exhaustion.

Right now...

She did not even have the strength to lift a finger.

She buried her face in the crook of Benjamin’s neck and let out a satisfied sigh. "Sir, you’re incredible. I like you so much."

Benjamin did not respond to her sweet, clinging tone.

Still, probably no one would have guessed that a woman who held so much power in this country could make sounds like that.

Benjamin thought about it, then comfortably lit a cigarette.

After that, he laid his arm across Neuman’s back.

After about ten seconds of silence, Benjamin spoke. "Sameer came to see you the day before yesterday?"

Neuman’s body stiffened. It lasted for such a short moment that it was almost impossible to notice.

But Benjamin’s palm on her back clearly caught the change in her muscles.

Of course Neuman knew Benjamin would find out about it. She had never dared underestimate this man’s intelligence network.

But she had not expected him to bring it up now.

Not while she was still limp in his arms, before her breathing had even fully settled.

She quickly propped herself up so she could look Benjamin straight in the eyes.

Although the flush had not faded from Neuman’s face, her expression had already changed from the soft coyness of a moment ago into something urgent, solemn, and serious.

"Sir, I swear, I didn’t let him into the house, and I didn’t let him touch any part of me. Not anywhere."

"Sir, I belong to you. That won’t change, not from beginning to end, not inside or out."

The more she spoke, the tighter her arms wrapped around Benjamin, and she pressed her face hard against his chest.

"I know. But Sameer has actually become our enemy, and Vought’s enemy too. Do you fucking understand that?"

The moment he finished speaking, Neuman’s body visibly froze.

"Sir, how is that possible...?" There was real confusion in Neuman’s voice.

Her pretty brows drew together slightly, and her fingers unconsciously traced lightly across Benjamin’s chest, as if using the motion to hide her unease.

"He... how would he dare go against you? He’s just a normal person. He doesn’t even have superpowers. What makes him think he has the right to oppose you?"

Benjamin glanced down at her.

There was no anger or blame in his eyes.

His fingers continued to stroke slowly over her bare back, and his voice remained calm and unhurried.

"According to the intel Deep brought back, Sameer has already become a member of The Boys."

"Last night, he was with Mallory, Adana, and the rest of that bunch."

"Maybe he’s still just a new recruit right now, but it won’t be long before he chooses to stand against us and helps The Boys come after us."

Neuman’s fingers stopped.

She lifted her head and looked at Benjamin, her lips parting slightly. She wanted to say something, but she did not know what to say.

An extremely complicated emotion flashed through her eyes.

It was not lingering affection for Sameer. It was closer to a sense of absurd disbelief.

Her ex-husband, that nerd who had spent most of his life buried in a lab, that weak man who could not even win an argument against her, had actually joined the goddamn The Boys?

"But..." A note of urgency entered her voice, as if she were trying to convince Benjamin, or maybe herself. "He’s just an ordinary man who can’t even hurt a fly."

"Sir, he can’t fight. He can’t use a gun. He can’t even run a few hundred meters without gasping for air."

"He spent half his life in a lab. The most exercise he ever got was walking from the lab bench to the coffee machine."

"What the hell do The Boys want him for? Cannon fodder?"

Benjamin shook his head. "He has strong research capabilities. He once took part in deep research on Compound V, and he was one of the top experts in Vought’s entire biological research department."

"Don’t you understand what that means? A normal person who can’t hurt a fly, given a lab and enough time, can create something more dangerous than ten, even a hundred Supes combined."

Neuman fell silent.

She felt that Benjamin was right.

She knew exactly what Compound V was.

How many core secrets had Sameer come into contact with while working at Vought?

How much knowledge was sitting in his head that could be turned into weapons against Supes?

Usually, those things looked like nothing more than research reports lying in a filing cabinet.

But if they fell into the hands of The Boys and were used by the people there, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Benjamin, however, did not seem interested in getting bogged down in the technical details.

He shifted slightly, moving Neuman a little off his chest. Then he took her chin in one hand and forced her to lift her head and look straight into his eyes.

Neuman still gazed at Benjamin with deep affection. She showed no dissatisfaction at his domineering gesture. If anything, she seemed to feel a faint thrill from it.

"But none of that is the point," Benjamin said slowly, each word landing heavily on Neuman’s heart. "The point is, if Sameer chooses to become our enemy, and one day you run into him on a battlefield, during a mission, or anywhere else, what do you do?"

Neuman did not hesitate for even a second.

She did not blink. Her large, beautiful eyes met Benjamin’s gaze head-on.

Her lips moved slightly as she said, "Sir, you need to know this. I am your woman."

"So the second I see him, I’ll pop his head."

"I won’t hesitate, and I won’t explain a damn thing to him. If he’s standing against us, then he’s the enemy. And enemies are supposed to die."

Her tone was steady and composed when she said it.

Her face still carried the flush from their earlier intimacy, and her hair was still messy over her shoulders. She still looked languid, like a woman who had just been thoroughly loved.

But her eyes had changed. They had turned ice-cold.

Neuman had killed plenty of people. How many rival politicians, or politicians’ family members, had died by her hand?

There was no way to count them all.

She was a terrifying executioner in her own right.

In the original plot of the first two seasons, Neuman had killed far more people than Homelander.

Back then, the pressure the mysterious head-popping woman put on the protagonists was even greater than Homelander’s.

Of course.

Right now, Neuman was still undressed, her face still flushed. Hearing her say something like that created quite the contrast.

"Good."

Benjamin praised her, loosening the fingers holding her chin and stroking her head, then her back.

He did not doubt Neuman’s answer, mainly because he understood this woman.

In the original series, she could report her adoptive father Stan Edgar without hesitation, sending the old schemer who had pulled her out of an orphanage and single-handedly groomed her into a congresswoman straight toward ruin. So today, she could just as easily act against Sameer without hesitation.

For Neuman, loyalty had never been a moral choice. It was a survival strategy.

She chose the strong. She always had.

As long as Benjamin remained the strongest, her loyalty would be unbreakable.

Because only Benjamin could keep protecting her, and protecting her daughter.

But after confirming Neuman’s loyalty, Benjamin’s thoughts drifted in another direction.

He folded one arm behind his head and looked at the delicate crystal chandelier on the ceiling, feeling a little speechless.

Benjamin had originally thought that in this world, where he had already changed the direction of the plot, the protagonists would not develop that virus targeting Supes.

In the original series, the creation of that virus followed a clear chain of cause and effect.

Homelander failed to save the hijacked plane, causing it to crash and killing a large number of passengers. Because the president of Godolkin University had family members on that plane, grief and rage drove him to start the virus research project, determined to make Supes pay.

But in this world, the crisis on that plane had already been resolved. Homelander and The Deep had worked together to save every passenger. The plane landed safely. There were no casualties and no tragedy. That chain of cause and effect had been cut off right at the start.

Naturally, the president of Godolkin University no longer had any reason to develop the virus. That storyline should have disappeared then and there.

However.

The president of Godolkin University had not gone after the virus, but Sameer had joined The Boys ahead of schedule.

That variable made Benjamin frown.

It went without saying that with Sameer’s professional background and research ability, Mallory absolutely had not recruited him just to serve as some ordinary consultant or logistics guy.

There was a high chance Sameer would be responsible for developing the virus later. It was his field, and it was also the capability The Boys urgently needed most right now.

In Season 4 of the original series, Sameer had been the one leading the development of that lethal virus targeting Supes, and he had done a damn good job.

It was only later, after Sameer learned that Neuman had been killed by Butcher, that he gave up on continuing the research in grief and anger and left The Boys.

And now, in this timeline Benjamin had messed up beyond recognition...

Would Sameer push the virus research even harder because Neuman had been taken from him?

The answer probably was not very optimistic.

Benjamin was not someone who liked reflecting on himself.

But right now, he was lying in Neuman’s soft bed.

Beside him was the warmth of this woman’s body and her satisfied breathing.

In fact,

The reason Sameer had joined The Boys, the reason he had gone from an unemployed man drifting through life after being fired into a revenger determined to go after Vought, seemed to be Benjamin himself.

Benjamin was the one who made Neuman get divorced at lightning speed.

If he had not touched Neuman, Sameer would probably be a stay-at-home dad right now. No one would have come looking for him. No one would have pulled him into the group.

The Boys would not have gained a top-tier virus research expert.

Benjamin frowned speechlessly.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have become a little like Homelander.

Back then, Homelander had slept with Butcher’s wife Becca and created a mortal enemy. Now, Benjamin had slept with Sameer’s wife Neuman and created another one.

But soon, that thought stayed in his mind for less than two seconds before he stopped thinking about it.

Benjamin never spiraled.

He was Soldier Boy, so he did not need a reason to do things. When problems came up, he did not need to look for the cause in himself.

So this was all Sameer’s fault.

Sameer was too damn petty. Was this little bullshit really worth joining The Boys and going against the strongest Supe in the world?

What a fucking drama queen.

Of course, if he really had to trace the root of the matter, it still was not Benjamin’s fault.

Benjamin had gone to see Neuman back then because Neuman wanted to deal with Homelander. As his father, of course he had to step in and settle the issue.

He had only wanted Neuman to leave Homelander alone. That was all.

Neuman was the one who made the first move. She was the one who started all this. He had merely gone along with the flow.

Thinking this, Benjamin looked down at the woman in his arms, still lost in the lingering afterglow.

Neuman’s face was still pressed against his chest, her breathing warm and even, her lips slightly curved.

This woman was certainly soft and tempting, but she had also unintentionally brought him a new enemy.

Benjamin turned over.

A moment later, Neuman let out a short gasp at his sudden movement and was pressed down into the soft bedding.

She lifted her head, met Benjamin’s eyes, read the meaning in them, and her face flushed again.

"Sir, you... you’re going again?"

Benjamin did not answer. He gave her the answer with his actions.