Dimensional Chat Group: Speed-o'-Light

Surrounded by a throng of poolside women, Kizaru handled the situation with effortless ease. While these women couldn't compare to Stussy, the Queen of Pleasure Districts, or even the top courtesans back in his world, they had their own unique charm—being bold, uninhibited, and numerous. Even Kizaru witnessed a few new tricks he had never encountered before.

Moreover, Kizaru was well-versed in social dynamics. Since it was Tony's money being spent, he splurged the $100 million without a shred of guilt.

The pool party continued for seven consecutive days. Women came and went in waves, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves—except for one person: Tony's long-suffering secretary, Pepper Potts.

"Tony! How much longer are you planning to mess around like this?"

Pepper barged in, dragging along her new assistant. It wasn't the pool parties that annoyed her; she had long since grown accustomed to Tony's playboy antics. But ignoring Stark Industries' mountain of work for an entire week? That was something she couldn't tolerate.

Tony wasn't just Stark Industries' CEO—he was also the brain behind its R&D. Without him, the company might not grind to a complete halt, but it would certainly feel the strain.

"Uh... oh, Pepper. What's up?"

Tony greeted her drunkenly, slurring his words. A pink lampshade, left behind by some poolside girl, sat perched atop his head.

Even the special arc reactor in his chest, which he initially took great care to keep hidden, was now fully exposed.

"There's a mountain of work at the office waiting for you!"

Pepper, visibly frustrated, helped the drunken Tony to his feet, ignoring the smell of alcohol clinging to him.

Meanwhile, her new assistant stole a glance toward the far side of the pool.

There stood the three-meter-tall "giant," Kizaru, handing out cash to a group of eager women. Seven days of partying had left even the seasoned Tony looking haggard, yet Kizaru still appeared full of energy.

"Don't rush, everyone gets a share… Oh, you're Lily, right? An old friend now. Not bad last night. I'll give you an 80."

Kizaru scribbled "80" on a slip of paper, handed it to the blonde, and casually gave her a playful pat.

The blonde, thrilled with her score, leaned in for a kiss before happily heading off to collect her $800,000 reward from one of the servers.

"Kizaru! Don't forget about me!"

A redhead nearby, clearly envious, clung to Kizaru's arm and playfully begged for attention.

"Marianne, was it? Your performance wasn't great last night. But since it's your first time, I'll give you a 75."

Kizaru scratched his chin, scribbled "75" on another slip, and handed it to her. Despite the lower score, Marianne seemed satisfied.

Watching this unfold, Natasha Romanoff couldn't help but smirk slightly. She felt confident that someone like Kizaru wouldn't be too hard to deal with.

Once Pepper managed to drag Tony off to clean up, Natasha adjusted her outfit slightly—lowering the neckline just enough—and let out a soft laugh as she approached Kizaru.

"Kizaru…"

Natasha decided to introduce herself under the guise of Pepper's new assistant. For now, her priority was to investigate Kizaru's background without blowing her cover. Stark Industries wasn't her only target; revealing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s involvement prematurely could complicate things.

"Hm? What's your name again? Ah, never mind, not important," Kizaru replied lazily, giving her a once-over. "I was about to leave, but I think you're worth staying for a few more hours. Come on, let's not waste time."

What Natasha didn't expect was that Kizaru didn't even bother to learn her identity before pulling her along after just one glance, leading her straight toward his room.

In her line of work, Natasha had encountered plenty of lecherous targets. But even someone like Tony Stark wasn't as blunt as Kizaru.

As a top-tier agent, Natasha kept her composure and didn't act rashly, avoiding exposing her true identity. Instead, she realized this could be a prime opportunity to dig deeper into Kizaru's background. So, she allowed herself to be led into his room.

"How about taking a shower first?"

Natasha bit her lip and gave him an unusually seductive smile. Normally, she wouldn't resort to such tactics so quickly. However, Kizaru seemed less complicated to deal with than she had initially thought. Even if things escalated, she was confident in her ability to extricate herself. This made it easier to play the part of a gold-digger cozying up to him.

"Hmm? Sure, why not? Like I said, you're worth it~," Kizaru chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist as they entered the room, taking advantage of the situation as he spoke.

Once Kizaru disappeared into the bathroom, Natasha sat on the edge of the large bed with a sweet smile, watching him leave. But as soon as the door closed, her smile vanished, replaced with a cold determination.

She immediately began searching the room.

Kizaru had been staying in this luxurious suite for the past seven days. Anything he had brought with him would likely be stored here. If she wanted to uncover his identity, thoroughly searching the room was a solid plan.

Her first stop was the wardrobe. She ran her fingers over the navy uniform and admiral's coat hanging there. The material was unlike anything she'd ever encountered—extremely durable yet flexible.

The garments, which resembled military uniforms, had been clearly modified multiple times. Even Natasha, with her trained eye, could see the adjustments were designed to optimize combat functionality.

Quietly, she used her spy tools to record the details of the clothing before moving on.

However, Natasha quickly grew frustrated. Despite combing through the room, she found nothing that could offer a clue about Kizaru's origins.

Not even a stray hair.

Given what she knew about Kizaru so far, Natasha highly doubted that someone who had spent seven days cycling through over a hundred poolside women was obsessive enough to clean up every strand of hair.

It seemed far more likely that his body was unique. If he was a cyborg or an alien, this might explain why his hair—or any other biological material—was nowhere to be found.

Left with no better options, Natasha decided to collect some similarly colored hairs from the room and store them in a small vial. Then, she begrudgingly turned to the trash can, hoping to find… discarded "raincoats" as DNA samples.

"What the—?! This pervert doesn't even use protection?!"

After sifting through the trash and finding nothing but tissues, Natasha couldn't help but curse out loud. Extracting any trace of Kizaru's DNA was proving to be a near-impossible task.

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