American Adult Comics: Starting off With Wanda In Black Silk Stockings

"I heard someone calling for help, so I just came over," Gwen said instinctively. She had originally planned to head back to school through this neighborhood but happened to stumble upon this scene, prompting her to jump in without hesitation.

"By the way, Hode, doesn't this affect your fighting?" Wanda stared intently at Hode, who was subconsciously flexing his hands. Internally, she felt a pang of jealousy, but she held back from showing it.

Hearing Wanda's comment, Gwen suddenly remembered she was still in Hode's arms. Her face turned crimson, and thankfully she had her mask on; otherwise, it would have been too obvious.

"Thank you, Mr. Hode, but please let me down!" she quickly wriggled free from Hode's embrace, shooting out a web to cling to the wall of a nearby building.

"No problem," Hode replied, shaking his head while savoring the feeling from just moments before. After all, it hadn't been a long embrace, which left him with a slight sense of regret.

"Be careful, those three minotaurs don't seem like friendly creatures!" Although Wanda was a bit dissatisfied, she redirected her attention to the trio of minotaurs below. She had noticed the energy emanating from their eyes earlier.

"They're strange; black mist is coming from their eyes, and they can shoot something akin to laser beams," Gwen nodded in agreement. Had it not been for that sudden attack, she wouldn't have been knocked down so easily. The speed of that black mist was incredibly fast; even her spider-sense had not reacted in time.

As she said this, she couldn't help but turn her gaze toward Hode. She clearly recalled Hode's eyes also shooting beams of light.

"Wait a minute..." Hode scrutinized the minotaurs below, a frown forming on his face. They were not human transformed into monsters, but clearly, they were bulls that had been turned into humanoid forms! From their appearance, size, and the horns on their heads, it was evident they had once been bulls. Even their hooves looked distinctly bovine, and their horns seemed aged. If they had truly mutated, they would not resemble this.

"They're the product of dark magic!" Hode recalled similar dark magic he had encountered while reading the Darkhold. Coupled with the power of the phoenix within him, he had a heightened sensitivity to dark magic. Combining that with their appearance, he could ascertain the origin of these minotaurs.

"What?! They're not the result of biological mutation, but rather a creation of magic!" Wanda gasped in disbelief, her eyes widening as she looked at the minotaurs below.

"Yes," Hode nodded gravely. It was clear that this was a orchestrated event. Those who wield dark magic often possess a strong sense of purpose, indicating that this matter was far more complicated than it appeared to be.

"Moo!" The nearest minotaur struggled to pick up stones and hurled them at the group in the air with force, the projectiles making explosive sounds as they flew.

"Hey!" Wanda extended her hands with a shout, managing to deflect the debris.

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