Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

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The next day.

Lorien took his hands and feet off the woman beside him, then headed for a hot shower as usual. He had spent the whole night "burning" the heretic witch—burning her until she cried out in pain. After that, she couldn’t even get up to tempt him anymore.

Don’t believe it? See for yourself—while Lorien was washing up, the witch was still lying there. Wasn’t that proof she’d been completely subdued by his baton?

That’s why all heretics should be burned mercilessly—burned until they scream in agony!

Still, Wanda was far too weak. She could barely make Lorien happy. If he got even a little rough, she would collapse on the spot.

What to do about that?

Lorien thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered there was an Imperial Arm in his backpack—Demon’s Extract. A weapon that was both magic and melee. Perfect for Wanda.

And its ability should make a person feel icy cold, right? Then he could experience the thrill of ice and fire together.

Hiss... just thinking about it made him perk right up. Too amazing! He had to try it.

Not only would it boost his physical abilities, but it might make him feel like he was flying. What was there to hesitate about? Just do it!

"Clang!"

The door opened again. Lorien turned his head and saw Hela wrapped in darkness.

"Well, well, another heretic reaper."

"You’ll have to be burned too!"

...

9:00 a.m.

Lorien arrived at the office right on time. He propped his legs on the desk, then froze.

"Wait... isn’t today my day off?"

He scratched his chin, feeling a little awkward. Good thing no one was around. If his classmates or teachers saw him walking into school with a backpack on a Saturday morning, it’d be utterly humiliating.

But then again—

Classmate: Guess why I saw you at school early on a Saturday?

Anyway, Wanda and Hela were still asleep at nine in the morning. Nothing to do at home. If he went to Westview, the two girls probably wouldn’t be up until noon. Otherwise, they wouldn’t even be able to stand.

"Knock knock~~"

"Come in."

The office door opened. Lorien was still wondering who would show up at this hour—on a Saturday, no less—

And then Gwen appeared.

She tilted her head in the doorway, poking it in to look at him with a curious expression.

"Lorien, what are you doing here? I went up to the roof just now and couldn’t find you."

"Ahem."

Lorien pretended to tidy the desk, giving it a quick wipe before answering.

"Nothing much this morning. Just came down to straighten things up, then I’m heading out for a run."

"Running?!"

Gwen’s eyes lit up instantly. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Perfect! I just ran here—let’s run together!"

Lorien gave her a once-over. Hmm... very nice.

She wore a fitted T-shirt on top. Below, stretchy pants like yoga leggings, with sports shorts over them. Not too revealing, not unattractive—Instead, she looked pure and full of energy. A sporty beauty.

Lorien admired her for a moment, then gave a thumbs-up.

"Very nice."

Gwen’s smile bloomed.

"Let’s go!"

...

9:20 a.m.

Lorien changed into sportswear, and the two jogged out of the North Tower, heading toward the beach. Once there, they ran side by side.

Watching her breathing, Lorien asked,

"You won’t get winded talking while running?"

"Of course not." Gwen swung her arms and turned to him with a grin. "I’m in great shape."

"Good. Then let’s chat while we run."

For people who don’t run often, it can feel exhausting or unpleasant. But those in good condition tend to enjoy it—blood pumping through the body, dopamine flowing, a steady sense of happiness building until you hit your limit.

The two ran in the sunlight, chatting easily.

Lorien reminded her,

"After we finish, head back, change, and pack another set of clothes. We’re going on a two-day trip."

"Really?!"

Gwen leapt into the air and spun mid-jump, cheering, "That’s great!"

In that moment she was like a sprite, her graceful spin light and lively.

But then she paused.

"Wait, I’ve got exams coming up. How am I supposed to convince George?"

Right—she had a father.

A daughter going on a two-day, one-night trip—

There’s gotta be a reason for that, right?

And the reason she had in mind... wasn’t exactly one she could use herself.

Wouldn’t that basically be telling George...

"Hey, you old bastard, I’m taking your daughter out for the night. Goodbye."

Wouldn’t that be enough to bring the entire New York police force to his door? If they didn’t roll in with RPGs to blow him up, that would already count as being calm. Just thinking about it was absurd.

So Lorien thought it over carefully.

"What excuse should I use..."

He mulled it over for a long time, but still came up with nothing...

Gwen started to panic.

"Then what should we do?"

The thought of being stuck while Lorien and Wanda went off on a honeymoon made her feel awful. It wasn’t jealousy toward Wanda—it was just that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy herself.

Suddenly, Gwen tilted her head in thought.

"What if I just run away from home? After the exams, I’ll come back and let my grades speak for themselves."

Lorien’s mouth twitched at that.

"Sounds great."

"But if you’re gone for more than one night, George will definitely use the full force of the police department to find you."

"That would be even more troublesome."

People who love their daughters tend to spoil them, and George clearly doted on his. If Gwen really ran away, George would probably turn all of New York upside down to find her. Lorien knew—if it were him, he’d do the same. That was why Gwen’s family enforced such strict discipline.

"What do I do then..."

Still running, Gwen stretched her hands out in mock despair, looking as if she were suffering beyond words.

Lorien thought for a moment. Then an idea came to him.

"Ahem... if it comes down to it, you could ask Wanda to hypnotize your parents. Just for two days."

Gwen’s head snapped toward him, eyes lighting up with excitement.

"That’s a great idea!"

"Wanda’s magic is incredible!"

"She could definitely pull it off flawlessly!"

Lorien nodded. She definitely could—Wanda’s control over her magic was far beyond what it had been before. Hypnotizing two people would be child’s play for her.

The only problem was... it couldn’t come from him.

"Ahem." Lorien lowered his voice.

"You tell Wanda. And remember—don’t say it was my idea. Otherwise, you’d be selling me out, and I definitely wouldn’t let you off the hook."

Gwen nodded quickly, flashing a series of "okay" gestures. If it were someone else, maybe it would be awkward. But with Wanda, she had no worries.

Yeah, they had that kind of relationship. They’d be tied together sooner or later. Helping each other out was only natural.

The two continued running and chatting until 11:00 a.m. When they finally stopped to buy water, Lorien wasn’t even winded, and Gwen was only breathing lightly.

That kind of stamina—unbeatable. No wonder Gwen could go all night with him. No one else could keep up. Not even a certain Goddess of Death.

"Ding ding ding~~~"

After buying their drinks, they strolled back. Gwen reached out to hook her arm through Lorien’s, but he stopped her with a raised hand.

Then he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, a golden light flashed over them. Gwen blinked in surprise as she realized all the sweat on her body was gone—and she smelled freshly showered.

"Alright, come here."

Only then did Lorien let her cling to his arm. Gwen pressed her chest against his elbow and gave him a deliberately fierce look.

"Are you saying you don’t like me?"

"It’s not that." Lorien reached over to pat her head. "If I can make things more comfortable, why stay uncomfortable? Sweat sticking to sweat would be way too sticky."

In truth, neither of them had been sweating much. But it still felt far better this way.

Then Lorien added, "Of course, tonight’s an exception."

Ahem. At night, it wouldn’t matter. Sweat or no sweat.

Gwen’s face flushed red and she stayed quiet.

No question—sweat wasn’t the real issue. There was barely any. The real problem was that things got way too damp.

...

By noon, Gwen and Lorien were back at the North Tower.

When they reached the top floor, Wanda had already laid out lunch. Lorien glanced at Gwen, and they exchanged a knowing look before nodding in unison.

What did that mean?

This woman was good.

Not only was Lorien pleased—Gwen was too.

"You’re back? Just in time, I was about to call you."

Wanda smiled when she saw Lorien Su and Gwen return.

"Gwen is here too, so let’s all eat together."

"Coming, coming."

Lorien and Gwen quickly changed their shoes and went inside.

When they reached the table, the sight of the lavish spread made their stomachs growl instantly. Wanda had prepared quite a feast. Her cooking style was different from Lorien’s—he usually cooked just enough for everyone, with a little extra. Wanda, on the other hand, cooked based on inspiration. If she saw a dish she wanted to make, she made plenty of it, and she liked nothing more than seeing the table piled high with Chinese dishes.

And no matter how much she made, it all got eaten eventually. If not by them, then by Hela. With her godlike body and fast digestion, she could clear the table with no problem.

She was basically their "Hela-brand trash can."

"Hela, dinner is ready!"

At Lorien’s call, Hela slid effortlessly across the floor tiles, hopped up with a thud, and landed at the table.

"Let’s eat!"

The four of them sat down, eating happily—each focusing on their own food.

At least, that was the plan. After Wanda fed Lorien the first bite, Gwen wanted to give him the second. Then, after Wanda fed him the third, Gwen reached for another...

Damn, this was getting endless.

"Wait, wait."

Lorien quickly stopped them.

"Eat your own food, no more feeding each other."

If this kept up, he wouldn’t touch his own plate before finishing both Wanda’s and Gwen’s. What would be the point of eating then?

After his intervention, they all went back to eating normally.

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More than half an hour later, Lorien leaned back comfortably on the sofa, stretching after the meal. Wanda and Gwen sat leaning against him, one on each side.

As for Hela, she was in the kitchen doing dishes. She’d wanted to leave them for later, but Lorien had firmly put his foot down—no procrastination. They had to be washed immediately.

So Hela had gone off with a fake wail to clean up, while Lorien sat happily between the two women watching TV.

A few minutes later, Hela returned, having washed the dishes with divine power, dried her hands with another burst of magic, and announced proudly,

"I’m done!"

"Well done," Lorien praised with a nod.

He didn’t even bother to check her work. If the plates were dirty next mealtime, he promised her backside would "bloom"—and not close again.

Hela, satisfied, curled up between Lorien’s legs to watch TV.

...

As they watched, Gwen suddenly remembered her plan. She pulled Wanda aside and whispered it to her.

When Wanda heard, she turned toward Lorien with a knowing smile.

"Lorien~?"

Ahem. That tone told him instantly—he’d been exposed. He could guess why, too. This was the same trick Wanda had used to sneak him off to see the Ferris wheel back then. He’d just taught it to Gwen.

"Gwen, back then—"

"Sure, no problem."

Before he could finish, Wanda took Gwen’s hand and agreed instantly.

What were they? Good sisters, obviously.

Gwen blinked, still processing. Just a moment ago, she’d been ready to interrogate Lorien, and now Wanda was on board without hesitation?

Well, whatever. No point overthinking it. First, convince her parents.

"Yes!"

Gwen grinned, gripping Wanda’s hand.

"Open the portal, we’ll go together. I’ll grab my clothes and be right back!"

"No problem."

Wanda pressed her index and middle fingers together, drawing a scarlet arc in the air. A shimmering portal appeared.

She and Gwen waved at Lorien before stepping through together.

...

Once the portal vanished, Hela, still sitting on Lorien’s lap, let her hand wander downward.

"!?"

Smack—Lorien caught her wrist.

"Are you sick again?"

"Hurry, no one’s here!" she said, tugging at his shirt.

"You seriously underestimate me."

Lorien lifted her off his lap and set her down.

"They’ll be back in half an hour, tops."

"Half an hour? You’re underestimating me now?"

But after tilting her head and thinking about it, she had to admit it made sense. She let it go—though she still planted her hands on her hips and asked,

"What about the trip? There’ll be free time then. Don’t forget to pinky promise!"

Hiss...

The pinky promise made Lorien suck in a sharp breath.

"We’ll see when the time comes," he said reluctantly. "You never know with these things."

"Fine."

She went off to get her little dress.

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Half an hour later, Wanda’s portal opened, and she stepped back through with Gwen, who was carrying her backpack.

"I’ll grab my clothes and yours," Wanda said before heading off again, returning shortly with her own and Lorien’s.

Once all three women were ready, Lorien raised his hand, fingers poised to snap.

"Check if you’ve got everything. If nothing’s missing, we go."

The three looked over their bags and nodded.

"All good."

"Alright, let’s go."

Snap.

In an instant, the four vanished.

The next moment, they reappeared on the outskirts of a town in New Jersey called Westview, bags in hand.

Lorien eyed the welcome sign and nodded.

"This is the place. Let’s head in."

"Let’s go!"

Hela and Gwen skipped ahead happily, while Wanda strolled alongside Lorien, her hand hooked through his arm.

Westview wasn’t just any small town. It was home to the Darkhold, dark magic witches, and SWORD agents.