The Underwear’s Romance

Section 1: A Misread Smile

Over the next few days, Marvel began to notice something strange.

One evening, as the jogging girl jogged past the bench, Marvel noticed her looking in his direction. He quickly looked away, then glanced back a few seconds later. She was still looking at him, her cheeks seemingly a little red, her chest bouncing as she ran.

He had a slight hard-on.

Could it be me?

The next day, it happened again. As the jogging girl passed, her chest bouncing with every step, she glanced toward the bench once more. This time, she held the look a little longer before quickly turning away, a shy smile lingering on her face.

His hard-on grew a little harder.

It’s gotta be me.

A few days later, Dave returned to the bench completely exhausted after spending the past few days street fighting. Halfway through another monologue, his eyes slowly closed and his head dropped onto Marvel’s shoulder. Within seconds, Dave was fast asleep, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth and soaking into the shoulder of Marvel’s beloved Zhongshan jacket.

Marvel didn’t care. His attention immediately shifted when he saw the jogging girl approaching. She jogged past, her chest bouncing with every step. Then she looked toward the bench—and suddenly let out a sweet little giggle.

Marvel froze. He felt a strange force rising from below, gathering rapidly in one particular place.

His hard-on had reached maximum hardness.

It has to be me. No doubt about it.

Marvel kept staring at her as she disappeared down the path. Something warm and overwhelming seemed to bloom inside him.

I’m in love… I’m so in love with you… Ah… so in love with your boobs.

A crooked, almost perverted grin slowly spread across Marvel’s face. His eyes lost focus, his lips parted slightly, and the sounds of the park began to fade. The trees disappeared. The jogging path disappeared. Even Dave’s heavy head resting on his shoulder disappeared.

Section 2: Dream Wedding

Then the Wedding March filled the air.

Marvel blinked.

He was standing inside a beautiful church.

Warm sunlight poured through tall stained-glass windows, scattering patches of red, blue, and gold across the polished floor. White flowers lined both sides of the aisle, their petals covering the carpet all the way to the altar. Every row was packed with well-dressed guests, all smiling as they turned to watch the happy couple. At the front of the church stood a priest in spotless white robes, while a pianist played the Wedding March with great seriousness.

Marvel looked down at himself. He was still wearing his Zhongshan suit, buttoned neatly all the way to the top. Somehow, it looked cleaner and sharper than it ever had in real life. His hair was perfect, his posture straight, and his shoulders broader.

Even his face had become remarkably handsome.

Beside him stood the jogging girl, her hand resting gently in his. She wore a flowing white wedding gown, elegant and pure, with a long veil trailing behind her. Underneath the gown, of course, she was still wearing her familiar pink sports bra and pink triangle-shaped workout shorts.

Today, she was his bride.

Hand in hand, Marvel and the jogging girl walked slowly down the aisle. The guests smiled and applauded as they passed. A few women wiped tears from their eyes, while flower petals drifted gently through the air. Marvel held his head high with the solemn dignity of a man experiencing the greatest moment of his life.

There was no stuttering. There was no awkwardness. There was no fear.

In this world, Marvel was handsome, confident, powerful—and the woman of his dreams was about to become his wife.

They reached the altar. The pianist slowly brought the Wedding March to an end, and the church became quiet.

The priest smiled warmly at the couple. He turned to the jogging girl first and asked if she would take Marvel as her husband, to love him and remain by his side for the rest of her life.

She lowered her head shyly, her cheeks turning pink beneath the white veil. Then she looked into Marvel’s eyes.

“Yes… I do.”

A soft murmur of happiness spread through the guests. Marvel’s heart nearly exploded.

The priest turned toward him and began the same question. Marvel could barely contain himself.

“Yea… yea… yes… I… I… eh… I—”

Section 3: Mosaic Intruder

BANG!

The church doors exploded inward.

A tremendous kick blasted both doors completely off their hinges. One spun across the entrance and smashed into a row of chairs, while the other crashed against the wall. Guests screamed and ducked behind the pews as the pianist’s hands froze above the keys.

Smoke and dust rolled through the shattered doorway.

Then a huge figure stepped through it.

He was enormous. His shoulders were wide, his chest thick with muscle, and his arms hung at his sides like heavy weapons. Every step shook the broken pieces of wood beneath his feet.

And he was wearing absolutely nothing except a pair of pink, triangle-shaped women’s underwear.

His face, however, was impossible to see.

A thick mosaic completely covered it.

Marvel stared.

The body looked strangely familiar. The pink underwear looked strangely familiar. Even the way the man stood there with absolutely no shame whatsoever felt strangely familiar.

Marvel narrowed his eyes and searched his memory.

Nothing.

For some reason, his mind simply could not produce a face for this man. No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Nothing at all.

Just mosaic.

The mysterious man rolled his shoulders and stepped farther into the church. Several guests screamed and moved away from him as Marvel immediately stepped in front of the jogging girl.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, without the slightest stutter.

The man spread his enormous arms. “Me? I’m a serial sex maniac. And I’m here to ruin your wedding. First, I’m gonna fuck the bride, and then I’m gonna fuck you, Mr. Groom.”

The entire church gasped.

Marvel didn’t move. “As long as I’m here, no one is going to hurt my woman.”

Behind him, the jogging girl clasped both hands against her chest. “Oh, Marvel… you’re such a manly man.”

Marvel gave her a calm, confident smile.

Then the maniac suddenly turned his mosaic-covered face toward the altar. The priest was slowly crouching behind the pulpit.

The maniac tilted his head.

The priest froze.

“Ah! Don’t fuck me too!” he cried.

The maniac slowly turned his entire body toward him. Even through the thick mosaic, Marvel could somehow sense a lecherous grin.

“Especially you.”

The priest’s eyes rolled backward, and he collapsed to the floor.

Marvel charged.

The maniac charged at the same time, and they collided in the middle of the chapel with a tremendous crash. Their fists smashed together, sending a shockwave through the center aisle. Flower petals burst from the decorations around them, several chairs slid backward across the floor, and the guests in the front rows screamed and threw themselves behind the pews.

Marvel attacked again, driving the maniac backward with a rapid series of punches and kicks. The maniac blocked each strike and answered with a heavy punch of his own. Marvel twisted aside, and the fist missed his face by inches before smashing through the wooden end of a pew.

Marvel jumped onto the seat, ran several steps across the pew, and launched himself into the air. His flying kick slammed into the maniac’s raised arms, driving the huge man backward several meters as his feet carved two long lines across the polished floor.

But he remained standing.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, then charged again.

For more than a dozen rounds, fists crashed into fists and kicks met kicks. Chairs toppled around them. White flowers were torn from their stands and scattered across the floor. Guests screamed and scrambled from one side of the chapel to the other as the beautiful wedding slowly turned into a battlefield.

Then the maniac suddenly broke through Marvel’s defense and drove a brutal kick straight into his chest. Marvel flew backward and crashed through an entire row of chairs.

“Marvel!” the jogging girl screamed.

Marvel lay among the broken wood, his Zhongshan suit covered in dust. The maniac slowly turned away from him and began walking toward the jogging girl, one heavy step at a time, while she backed toward the altar.

Section 4: Love Punch

Marvel’s fingers moved.

He pressed one hand against the floor and slowly pushed himself back to his feet. A faint pink light appeared around his body and grew brighter. Broken pieces of wood began to tremble against the floor, while flower petals lifted into the air and circled around him.

Then a brilliant pink aura erupted from his body, rising like flames as the entire chapel shook beneath his feet.

Marvel lifted his head.

“You can’t beat me… because I’m in love,” he said, clenching his fists. “Love gives me power. And I shall defeat you.”

The maniac stared at Marvel’s blazing pink aura and suddenly began to tremble.

“No way… How did you get so strong all of a sudden?”

Marvel disappeared.

The maniac looked around.

Nothing.

Marvel had used Instant Transmission.

In the next instant, he appeared directly in front of the maniac, his fist already pulled back. A brilliant red-pink light erupted around his knuckles, growing brighter and brighter as power gathered inside them.

LOVE PUNCH

Marvel drove his fist forward.

The maniac threw both arms across his chest to block—but the impact tore straight through his defense. Both of his arms snapped off at the elbows and went spinning through the air. One landed between two rows of chairs, while the other flew past the pianist.

The maniac looked down at his missing arms.

“No! This is impossible!”

Before he could react, Marvel stepped forward and planted both palms firmly against his muscular chest. Pink energy gathered between his hands, growing brighter and brighter as the church began to tremble again.

“KAMEHAMEHA!”

A massive blast of pink energy erupted from his palms.

The maniac shot upward like a missile, smashed straight through the church roof, and disappeared into the sky. Pieces of the ceiling rained down around the altar as everyone looked up through the enormous hole above them.

Higher and farther the maniac flew, shrinking into a tiny pink speck against the blue sky.

The speck flashed like a distant star—

then vanished.

Silence filled the destroyed church.

Broken chairs covered the floor. White flowers and petals were scattered everywhere. Sunlight poured through the enormous hole in the roof as Marvel stood in the middle of the wreckage, breathing heavily.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the pianist placed his hands back on the keys.

The Wedding March began playing again.

The guests slowly emerged from behind the pews as Marvel turned toward the jogging girl. She was staring at him, her eyes filled with love.

She rushed across the ruined chapel and threw her arms around him.

“Oh, Marvel!”

Marvel wrapped his arms around her. She slowly lifted her head, and their eyes met. For a few seconds, neither of them said a word. The destroyed church, the frightened guests, and the enormous hole in the roof seemed to disappear around them.

There was only her.

Their faces moved closer and closer until their lips finally touched.

Marvel immediately unleashed his ultimate technique.

MACHINE GUN FRENCH KISS

What followed was highly inappropriate for children, and the scene quickly faded into the distance.

And they sexed happily ever after.

Section 5: The Confession

Back in reality, Dave was still asleep on Marvel’s shoulder. Marvel sat beside him with a crooked grin and a thin trail of drool on his chin. A few seconds later, he wiped his mouth and returned to his usual blank expression, as if absolutely nothing had happened.

A few more days passed.

One afternoon, Marvel and Dave sat on their usual park bench. Marvel stared blankly down the path.

Five o’clock came and went, but the jogging girl was nowhere to be seen. She was usually here by now.

Five ten. Five twenty. Still nothing.

Marvel remained motionless, but his eyes stayed fixed on the path.

Then, at around five thirty, he finally spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

His eyes widened.

It was her.

The jogging girl was wearing the same pink triangle-shaped workout shorts—but today, the pink sports bra was gone.

She was topless.

And instead of jogging past the bench like she usually did, she was running straight toward it.

Marvel’s eyes immediately dropped to her bare chest. With every step, her breasts bounced freely as she ran toward the bench. His heart began pounding, and tremendous pressure began building inside his pants. For a moment, it seemed like they could barely contain it.

She’s coming this way.

The jogging girl slowed as she approached.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Then she stopped directly in front of the bench, breathing slightly from the run.

Marvel stared up at her and her perky, bare breasts. His mind went completely blank for a moment before one thought slowly rose above everything else.

It’s happening. My dream is coming true.

The jogging girl took a breath, her cheeks already turning red.

“There’s… something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

She hesitated, twisting her fingers nervously in front of her. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. At first, I was just curious. But the more I watched you, the more I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Marvel’s heart pounded even harder.

The jogging girl glanced down shyly. “I’ve seen you fight people much stronger than you. I’ve seen you come back hurt, then go out and do it all over again. I’ve even seen you training at the gym.”

Marvel blinked.

The gym?

For the first time, something in her confession didn’t quite match his expectations.

Beside him, Dave slowly stopped smiling.

The jogging girl took another breath and continued. “You probably never noticed me. But I’ve been watching you almost every day. I saw you get knocked down again and again, but you always got back up. No matter how badly you were hurt, you never stopped being yourself.”

Marvel’s eyebrows slowly drew together.

Dave, meanwhile, had gone completely still.

“I used to think you were ridiculous,” the jogging girl admitted with a shy smile. “Walking around dressed like that, not caring what anyone thought about you. But after a while… I started to admire it.”

Marvel glanced down at his perfectly buttoned Zhongshan suit.

Then he slowly turned his eyes toward Dave.

The jogging girl’s cheeks grew even redder. “You’re brave. You’re strong. And you’re completely shameless about who you are. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Dave’s eyes began to water.

The jogging girl looked directly at him, her expression softening. “For the first time, I realized I didn’t care what other people thought either. Every day, I found myself looking forward to seeing you again. And every time you weren’t here, I wondered where you were.”

Dave’s lips began to tremble.

For the first time in his entire loud, chaotic life, he felt something real.

He felt seen. He felt known. He felt cared for.

The jogging girl took a deep breath. She paused for a moment, then leaned slightly toward him, her voice trembling but clear.

“I love you… The Underwear.”

Marvel sat frozen.

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him directly in the skull. His breath stopped. His chest tightened. His heart seemed to twist inside him.

“What…?” he whispered. “What is this…? This has to be a joke…”

Just moments ago, those two soft, bare breasts had been right in front of his face—so close that Marvel had already convinced himself they were practically his.

And now, with a single sentence, his entire beautiful future had disappeared.

Beside him, Dave burst into tears. His enormous body shook with loud, messy sobs.

The jogging girl smiled and gently wiped away his tears.

“You know… I’ve always wanted to be like you. I want people to look at me and call me The Panties.”

She glanced down at the pink triangle-shaped workout shorts she was wearing.

“So today, I finally did it. I took off my top before I left home. From now on, I want to go out wearing nothing but my pink panties, just like you.”

Dave stared at her through his tears.

For the first time in his life, someone had looked at Dave exactly as he was—and loved him for it.

Still crying, Dave turned toward the man beside him, his face breaking into a huge smile.

“Hey, my friend! Did you see? I finally found love!”

Marvel didn’t answer.

He sat completely frozen, staring straight ahead. His face was blank, and his body didn’t move.

Neither of them seemed to notice.

The jogging girl wrapped her arms around Dave’s head and gently pulled him against her chest.

“Stop crying, you big dummy,” she whispered, softly stroking his head.

Dave’s sobs slowly quieted beneath her touch.

Section 6: Adrenaline

Then he felt something strange.

The bench was trembling.

Dave looked over.

Marvel was still sitting in exactly the same position, but his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His shoulders began to shake. Veins slowly bulged across his forehead and neck as his blank eyes gradually filled with red.

Dave’s smile faded. The jogging girl stopped stroking his head.

Marvel lowered his head slightly. His teeth began to grind, and each breath came heavier than the last.

Then a hot, bitter smell began to fill the air.

Adrenaline.