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

After Tony sank into frustration, his armor began to shrink, the nanotech plating collapsing inward until it condensed into a single piece of metal. With a burst of fire, it flew off on its own.

Lorien nodded in approval.

"Looks like you’ve nearly mastered nanotechnology."

"What’s the point?" Tony waved dismissively, grabbed a piece of beef, and tore off a huge bite. "Compared to you, I’m still just a lower being."

Lorien called over Galacta and Hela, then chuckled.

"Why bother comparing yourself to me? Competing with me only guarantees failure. You’d be better off finding someone weaker to crush instead."

"Ugh! Cough—cough!"

Tony, having just swallowed, immediately choked on his beef. He snatched up a bottle of whiskey and gulped it down.

"Gulp gulp gulp~~~~~~"

After finally forcing down the lodged meat, he panted and said,

"Crossing you never ends well."

Lorien shrugged innocently.

That’s just the truth.

Competition is nothing more than a dimension-reduction strike. If it were evenly matched, there’d be no fun in it at all. So even if Tony keeled over from anger right here, he still wouldn’t be able to compete with Lorien. He should be aiming lower—that’s the real trick of comparison.

"Come on, eat."

Lorien called Galacta and Hela over to the table, then casually introduced them.

"This is Hela—like Thor and Loki, she’s from Asgard.

And this is Galacta... just think of her as an alien."

Her true identity was far too great. Even if Lorien explained, Tony and Pepper wouldn’t understand. Better to keep it simple. After all, it wasn’t wrong.

Pepper and Tony greeted them, exchanging brief introductions. Then the feast began.

Wanda couldn’t eat much, and Lorien wasn’t much of a glutton. But Gwen, Galacta, and Hela? Not one of them held back. Gwen was the mildest—she simply used her Symbiote suit to help digest food and drinks. But Hela and Galacta were different. When they liked something, they devoured it without restraint.

The beef Tony had prepared had seemed excessive, more than enough for everyone. But once Galacta and Hela joined in, they cleared every last bite.

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Dinner stretched on until nine at night.

"Phew..."

After the meal, Lorien and Tony leaned against the wooden railing, staring at the moon.

As for why not the scenery—well, Tony’s house was inside a protected zone. At night, it was nothing but pitch black. Only the moon was worth looking at.

Meanwhile, the women had all gone into the kitchen to clean up together, chatting as they worked.

"Four girls," Tony said suddenly, still gazing at the moon.

"Hm?" Lorien looked at him.

"I said, you brought back four girls at once."

Tony’s face soured as he picked at imaginary meat between his teeth with a toothpick.

"You really are damnable."

Lorien stayed silent. So that’s what you meant. But he didn’t deny it. Boldness meant taking responsibility. Even if one didn’t quite count, the start had already been made. The ending was almost inevitable. Lorien had no intention of letting go.

"Sigh..."

Tony exhaled, then fetched more bottles. He handed one to Lorien, keeping the other for himself. They cracked them open and drank.

"When I was young, I thought love was limitless—that I could do whatever I wanted with it. But in the end, I couldn’t even recognize what real love was."

He clinked his bottle against Lorien’s. Both took a long swig. Lorien stayed quiet, listening.

"By the time I realized who truly loved me, it was already too late. Luckily, Pepper was willing to wait for me, willing to stay."

Tony shook his head with a self-mocking smile, then downed another gulp.

"If I had never woken up, I could’ve gone on as a playboy forever. But then I wouldn’t have what I do today—I wouldn’t be who I am now. So I’m glad I woke up. At least it gave me a chance to start over."

Lorien nodded. He was right. Either sleep forever and never wake, or awaken once and change your life. Tony belonged to the latter.

Clink~

They tapped bottles again and drank.

By now, Tony was already drunk. He muttered with a slur,

"I’m a little jealous of you, Lorien."

"Hm?" Lorien looked at him and smiled. "Tell me, what part?"

Being envied is a good thing—it means I’ve surpassed you in some way. Jealousy isn’t always bad.

"Love!"

What Tony blurted out was love.

He waved his finger toward the kitchen and said,

"I can’t tell with the one who has purple eyes, but she’s clearly dependent on you.

But the other three girls—those three truly love you. I can see it now."

Alright.

Lorien nodded. Tony was right, and there was no reason to argue.

"Then what are you jealous of? That they all love me?" Lorien asked.

"No." Tony shook his head drunkenly, then looked up at the moon with a sigh. "What I envy is that you have so much genuine love—and such a beautiful everyday life."

Since moving into seclusion on Lorien’s advice, Tony had come to realize something. Iron Man, Stark Industries, even the Avengers—none of those were truly the most important things.

To put it bluntly, they were only tools for building a happy life. Without them, he wouldn’t have the life he had now, nor the man he had become.

He realized his goals had been wrong all along.

But Lorien had always known this. His life had never been shaken by outside forces. And on top of that, he had love.

That was the source of the faint bitterness in Tony’s heart.

He wasn’t a saint. He was human, with feelings, desires, and a heart that longed for the same things as anyone else. So when he saw, understood, and finally realized that Lorien had always been walking the right path, it was only natural to envy him.

It wasn’t a big deal.

It was like hating the rich, resenting them, but not wanting to harm them. And if wealth came knocking at your door, could you truly refuse it?

"Alright, Tony," Lorien said, shaking his head with a helpless smile. "Let me tell you a truth."

"What truth?" Tony asked.

"If life were a tree, the best time to plant it was ten years ago. The second best is now. But can you go back ten years to plant it?"

Lorien’s calm words sank deep into Tony’s heart, leaving him in thought for a long while.

Life—love, career, family, all the good things—yes, it’s best to start early. But can you go back? No. All you can do is start planting now.

Tony slowly nodded as he sipped his drink.

"You’re right. The past is already gone. If you asked me to go back now, I might not even pick up that nuke again."

True, things were different now.

But even if he said that, if Tony really did go back, he would still carry that bomb. Only this time, he’d confess to Pepper first. That was the difference.

Click... click...

Just then, the five women in the kitchen finally finished tidying up and came out.

Pepper wiped her hands and stepped outside. When she saw Tony’s drunken state, she was startled.

"Tony? Why did you drink so much?"

She quickly rushed over to support him.

Tony just smiled, wrapped his arm around Pepper, and said,

"I’m happy!"

Seeing this, Lorien knew Tony had found another moment of clarity.

He waved his hand.

"Let’s go, Tony. We’ll meet again another day."

"See you next time."

Lorien raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap~

In an instant, they were back at the Northern Tower.

Galacta checked the time and said,

"I’ll head home first. See you later."

"Later?" Hela frowned in protest. "If you leave now, who’s supposed to be my teammate tomorrow?"

"Why don’t you stay the night and game with me instead?"

"No way." Galacta shook her head firmly. "I’ve still got research to do."

After all, she still needed to study why Lorien carried that strange energy, and why she herself was always hungry.

Wanda patted Hela’s shoulder.

"Don’t bother her anymore. You can play on your own tonight."

Hela nodded in understanding.

"Alright then. I’m off. Bye."

After saying goodbye, Galacta flashed away in a burst of purple light, likely home in a single second.

...

9:30 PM.

Lorien and the others finally returned home.

The moment they walked in, Hela went straight to her games. Lorien kicked off his shoes, stumbled into the Little Universe, and collapsed onto the recliner.

"Ahhh... this feels amazing."

The second he threw himself onto that chair, it felt like his body was recharging, filling with energy again.

Of course, that also meant Gwen and Wanda followed, tumbling onto him in turn.

"Plop—plop—"

Two warm, fragrant bodies pressed against him.

Lorien stretched out his arms, pulling one into each embrace.

Just then, the Ballerina Twins walked over and were the first to ask Lorien...

"Master, would you like a head massage to relax?"

At that, the two women perked up as well. It was a good idea—but there were only two of them, not enough.

Wait. Why not just pull one more over from Cybertron?

Lorien had both women in his arms, so instead of snapping his fingers, he simply willed it.

In the next moment, another Aria was teleported in.

"Go on, one each," Lorien said.

To adjust for the massage positions, Gwen and Wanda had to get up and lie down beside Lorien, while the Ballerina began her work.

She extended her hands, starting by soothing the tension between Lorien’s brows. Her thumbs scraped outward from the center of his forehead, while her index fingers pressed gently against his temples.

"That feels so good~"

As expected, Lorien remained calm, but Gwen and Wanda were already melting with pleasure.

Next came scalp kneading, pressure on acupoints, then rubbing, rotating, scraping. Bit by bit, drowsiness set in.

Wanda was the first to drift off, her breathing growing deep and steady. The Aria clone massaging her carefully withdrew her hands once she realized Wanda was completely asleep.

With a thought, Lorien sent that clone back to Cybertron, then he and Gwen continued enjoying their massage.

The Little Universe settled into peaceful silence.

After who knows how long, the Ballerina Twins finished. Lorien waved them off, letting them return to their own time. They nodded and strolled away gracefully, hands folded behind their backs.

But the moment they left, Gwen sat up, glancing toward Wanda as if confirming something.

"...?"

Lorien gave her a puzzled look. What’s that supposed to mean?

Before he could ask, Gwen slipped off her recliner and straddled him.

"Hiss... Gwen." Lorien gestured toward the side with his eyes. "Wanda’s asleep."

Gwen braced her hands on either side of his head and whispered,

"Isn’t that even better?"

Ah... bold, are we?

Lorien gave her a strange look, then glanced back at Wanda.

"Cough, this isn’t really appropriate, is it?"

"What’s inappropriate?" Gwen pouted, her lips flushed red. "A long time ago, you two said you were just going to deal with the mutant rat swarm, but you didn’t come back for ages. Didn’t you already go on the Ferris wheel once?"

...!

"You knew about that?" Lorien’s eyes widened.

"The second time you got on, it was the exact same cabin as before. It still smelled like Wanda’s perfume. I could tell!"

Her tone grew sharper as she went on.

"At first, I didn’t think much of it. But later, when Wanda used that same ability to confuse Mom and George, I realized it. You’d already gone once without me!"

Lorien lay pinned under Gwen, speechless.

She glared down at him.

"You made me wait downstairs for so long. Now it’s payback! Right next to her, in front of her!"

Lorien sucked in a sharp breath.

"Are you sure?"

"I’m sure!"

Alright then.

Flames flickered in his eyes, matched by the fire in Gwen’s. They clutched each other tightly.

Moments later, Lorien clamped his hand over Gwen’s mouth.

"Did you yell on purpose?"

"I wanted to!"

"You’re insane?"

"Just go all out!"

Infinite firepower, huh?

Fine. If we’re going crazy, then let’s go completely crazy.

"Then how about I carry you right in front of Wanda?"

At that, Gwen’s whole body trembled—but she bit down hard on her lip and whispered,

"Carry me!"

So Lorien scooped her up and brought her right before the still-sleeping Wanda. Then he unleashed with full firepower again.

Of course, such chaos couldn’t go unnoticed. The battle had already reached Wanda.

She stirred groggily, eyelids fluttering, but before she could focus, Gwen hissed,

"Lorien, put me down—I’ll pin her."

"Alright."

"Ah~! Ahh!"

And just like that, Wanda was dragged into the fight half-asleep.

But a sorcerer is always the one to be focused down first. In moments, she slumped back, drifting into unconsciousness again.

It was as if she’d been hit with the Horse Talisman—she didn’t even remember to use magic.

"Wanda, you’re pathetic," Gwen muttered with a soft hum.

Then she leaned close to Lorien’s ear and whispered,

"Do you remember our promise back in Westview?"

Westview promise?

Lorien blinked, then the memory returned. The leg-over-shoulder stretch.

Hiss—! Time to try it.

Without hesitation, he switched to a new set of moves, continuing the assault.

"Hnn, very deep!"

And so it went, for a long while.

Eventually, Lorien stood before the closed gates of the Little Universe.

Wanda, now awake but feigning sleep to avoid the battle, still hadn’t even bothered using the Horse Talisman.

He gave her a "cruel" smile, crossed his arms, and pointed at her.

"Those who pretend to sleep will face severe punishment."

Wanda’s eyes snapped open.

Lorien only grinned.

"Too late."

He snapped his fingers.

Snap~

The scene shifted instantly to the bedroom.

"Round Two!"

At those words, Wanda’s eyes rolled back in terror, waving the white flag on the spot.