Marvel: Rise of the Undead Monarch

Johnny had no intention of showing mercy. To him, Natasha was his captive, his trophy, and he believed he had the right to dispose of her as he wished.

"Ah~" 

Under Johnny's grip, Natasha couldn't control herself and let out a soft, tender moan, filled with reluctant charm.

"If I'm not mistaken, at your age, you shouldn't have graduated from the 'Red Room' yet. You haven't experienced its full 'baptism.' You should still be..."

Johnny's voice was like the whisper of a devil, eroding Natasha's psychological defenses.

Even though Natasha had undergone rigorous training since childhood and possessed a strong mind, Johnny's overwhelming strength and relentless tactics were breaking her down.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room.

As Johnny moved, a long slit appeared in Natasha's clothes.

"No!"

The sudden change made Natasha lose her composure completely. Despite her years of harsh training, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

"No? Then you can tell me about your mission now."

Johnny's actions didn't cease, his eyes roving over Natasha's body with undisguised appreciation.

Hearing Johnny's demand, Natasha bit her lips tightly, her mind filled with rage and a desperate desire to kill him.

However, the "Red Room" never showed mercy to agents who leaked information. Natasha had witnessed many agents who couldn't withstand torture and faced inhumane treatment upon returning. Those memories still made her shudder.

In her moment of hesitation, Johnny didn't wait any longer.

"Swish!"

With a fierce tear, Johnny completely ripped Natasha's clothes.

"I'll tell you... this time..." Natasha finally broke under the pressure and was about to reveal the truth.

"Sorry, I don't want to know now!"

"Let me go! I'll tell you! It's an order from the top. They think you will threaten them, so they sent me to get rid of you! Let me go..."

"You said the 'Red Room' sent you to assassinate me? You seem quite courageous." Johnny muttered with a smile on his face.

Natasha, now leaning against Johnny's chest, naked and disheveled, with strands of hair sticking to her forehead, no longer resisted with the same fervor. Her eyes showed reluctance and complexity, but the initial defiance had faded.

"You can't assassinate me, but I don't intend to embarrass you. I can let you go." Johnny was surprisingly generous to this woman who had become his captive.

He had no intention of killing Natasha. Instead, he wanted to keep her by his side. So, he decided to play a game of hard to get.

"I can't go back. The Red Room agents who fail their missions have no good ending. At best, they'll be placed beside politicians, become their playthings, and collect intelligence. If the organization knows I leaked information, I'll die in despair and pain..." Natasha's voice was weak, filled with pain, despair, and confusion.

Deep in her heart, Natasha harbored no love for the Red Room, only hatred and disgust. And now, after what had transpired, she knew the Red Room would never let her go.