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Superman In A Romance Anime (AU) Chapter 72: Morning Shenanigans
🕑 Added 2025-08-30 14:35:24 +0000 UTC[Third Person POV]
Clark woke the next morning with an odd heaviness pressing against his torso. At first, still groggy, he assumed it was just the weight of the blankets, but as his senses sharpened he realized there was something—or rather someone—beneath them. A pair of slender arms were wrapped tightly around him, holding him like a human pillow.
Blinking in confusion, he turned his head to the side and caught sight of Krypto snoring soundly on his dog bed across the room. His loyal companion was sprawled comfortably on his side, completely innocent. Which meant… whoever was on his bed clearly wasn’t Krypto.
With a slow exhale, Clark pinched the bridge of his nose. He carefully peeled the covers back, bracing himself for whatever strange nonsense awaited him this time. Sure enough, a cascade of long pink hair spilled into view, bright and unmistakable against the white sheets.
As if sensing the sudden rush of cold air, the figure stirred. Lala yawned softly, her movements languid and unhurried, before lifting her head. Her hair was a disheveled mess, framing her face in a way that somehow made her look even more effortlessly beautiful. To Clark’s utter horror, she was completely naked.
Her chest shifted with her breathing, and when she sat up fully, her breasts were mere inches from his face, the rosy peaks staring him down like mocking little spotlights. Lala rubbed at her sleepy eyes and then broke into a warm, affectionate smile.
“Hmm~ Good morning, Clark,” she cooed, her tail lazily flicking behind her.
Clark inhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to keep his eyes firmly locked on hers. “Lala… why are you on my bed naked?” he asked, his voice strained, his jaw tight.
“Because clothes are uncomfortable,” she answered in an innocent tone, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It feels so restricting! Sleeping like this is way more liberating. I need to feel comfortable if I want to sleep peacefully.”
Clark clenched his teeth. “I meant,” he said with measured restraint, “why are you in my room?”
Her smile faltered. She pressed her fingers together nervously, lips pursing in a faint pout. “Well… I got lonely,” she admitted softly. “And when you patted my head and let me hug you last night, you felt so warm—like the sun itself. It was so nice… I just wanted to feel that warmth while I slept.”
Before he could respond, Lala opened her arms and dove back against his chest. She rubbed her cheek against his pecs like an affectionate cat, sighing dreamily. “Ahhh~ So warm… so nice…”
Clark’s patience snapped. He grabbed her by the face and shoved her off him, sending her tumbling out of bed with the blankets still tangled around her. She landed on the floor with a loud thud.
“You weirdo!” Clark barked, sitting up with wild frustration. “What the hell is the matter with you!?”
“Ouch! That hurt!” Lala whined, rubbing her head as she stood up—still stark naked and utterly unbothered by it. “How could you just throw your fiancée off the bed? What’s so bad about a little cuddling?”
“You are what’s wrong with it!” Clark shot back, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “What kind of lunatic sneaks into someone’s bed, strips naked, and starts rubbing their face on someone else’s chest like it’s a pillow!?”
“But you hugged me first!” Lala shot back, her cheeks puffed indignantly. “You pulled me into your big strong arms and wrapped me up so tight! How could you expect me to just go back to normal after a night like that?”
“I DID NO SUCH THING! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” Clark’s voice cracked both hands extended out disbelief
“Um… actually, Kal-El,” Sol’s calm, matter-of-fact voice chimed in, “I can confirm that she is indeed telling the truth.”
Clark froze. His glasses flickered into existence across his face, projecting a recording. The scene played out in crisp detail: Lala sneaking into his room, her clothes vanishing thanks to Peke, crawling carefully under the covers with an excited little giggle. She laid her face against his chest, smiling in bliss at the sound of his heartbeat.
Then the Clark on-screen stirred, his instincts taking over. He turned and wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her against him with unconscious tenderness. Lala’s eyes widened before she melted in his embrace, her hands resting over his chest. She whispered a quiet, breathless, “Good night, Clark,” before giving him a soft kiss along his jaw.
The real Clark’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He ripped the glasses from his face and smashed them on the ground, shouting, “Bullshit! That’s fabricated! There’s no way I did that!!” The glasses dissolved into crimson sand and seeped back into his body.
“But you did!” Lala declared with a triumphant grin. “Now I want more! Hug me!”
With no hesitation, she leapt toward him, arms outstretched. Clark blurred into motion, vanishing in a flash of super speed. Lala crashed into nothing but air, tackling his after-image.
She spun around, spotting him perched across the room, his expression a mixture of horror and fury. “You can’t run from me, Clark!” she declared playfully, her tail swishing as she pounced again.
And thus began their chaotic morning chase: Clark zipping around his room in streaks of speed, Lala lunging at him with gleeful determination. Furniture rattled, blankets flew, and the walls trembled with every impact.
Through it all, Lala laughed and giggled like she was having the time of her life, while Clark’s voice rang out in sheer exasperation.
It was less a romantic morning and more like watching a Tom-and-Jerry cartoon come to life—except one of them was completely naked and utterly shameless.
Clark’s gaze dropped as he realized he had stepped onto the pile of fallen blankets. For a second, his eyes flicked toward Lala, who was crouched low like a predator ready to pounce. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, and then—
Whoosh!
Clark vanished, taking the blankets with him.
“Woah!” Lala squealed as her body was suddenly yanked forward. She toppled onto the bed with a surprised bounce. She wriggled to push herself up, but before she could move, she felt a sudden tug on all four of her limbs. Her wrists and ankles had been bound tightly to the bedposts using the bed sheets.
She blinked, tugged against the restraints, and let out a confused little whimper. “Eh? When did this—!?”
At the foot of the bed stood Clark, dusting off his hands with grim satisfaction, chest rising and falling as if he had just done the world’s hardest chore. “There. Now you’ll leave me—”
BANG!
The door to his room flew open with a deafening crack.
“JUST WHAT IS THE COMMOTION SO EARLY IN THE MORNING—”
Seiko’s voice rang sharp and demanding, but it died in her throat the second her eyes registered the scene before her. She froze in the doorway, her expression slack with disbelief.
Her gaze dropped first to Lala—naked, flushed, and strapped down to the bed like some scandalous scene from a forbidden romance novel. Then her eyes shifted toward Clark, who stood shirtless with his hands still clasped together as if he had been about to dig in.
The silence that followed was thick. Seiko made a strangled, choking sound in the back of her throat as if she had forgotten how to breathe entirely.
Clark’s face turned beet red. “W-wait! This isn’t—!!”
“What is it—W-WOAH!” another voice squeaked. Momo, who had peeked her head out from behind Seiko, immediately staggered back, her entire face exploding into a crimson blush. She slapped both hands over her mouth in pure astonishment, her wide eyes darting back and forth between Clark and Lala.
“IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!” Clark shouted, thrusting one trembling hand toward them, panic etched on his face. His voice cracked, desperation clear. “I SWEAR I CAN EXPLAIN!”
“Good morning, Granny Seiko! Good morning, Momo!” Lala chimed sweetly, lifting her tied hand in a restrained little wave. Despite being spread across the bed with not a single stitch of clothing, she smiled as if she were greeting them at the breakfast table.
The sheer audacity.
Then she pouted, lips trembling innocently. “Clark embraced me last night, and I was just trying to get him to do it again. Don’t worry, it’s all completely innocent.”
The room fell into a stunned silence so heavy even the air seemed to stop moving.
Seiko, Momo, and Clark all turned their heads toward Lala in unison, mouths falling open in disbelief. Even Krypto, who had finally woken, gave a miserable whimper before covering his snout with one paw as though he could no longer bear to watch the scene unfold.
Clark’s eyes bulged, veins throbbing in his temples. “OUT OF ALL THE WAYS YOU COULD HAVE EXPLAINED THAT, THAT IS WHAT YOU CHOSE!?!?” He clutched at his hair and let out a strangled, gargling yell, somewhere between a furious roar and a sob of despair.
Seiko massaged her temples, muttering under her breath, “It’s too early for this nonsense…” She sighed and turned on her heel, closing the door behind her with deliberate slowness.
Clark exhaled a breath—until her muffled voice called from down the hall.
“REMEMBER! IF YOU DON’T WANT KIDS, USE CONDOMS OR PULL OUT!”
Clark froze. His shoulders slumped, and he buried his face into his hands, resisting the overwhelming urge to throw himself out the nearest window.
Momo, face redder than a tomato, let out a squeaky yelp and bolted after Seiko, her footsteps echoing down the hall.
In the oppressive silence that followed, Lala wiggled against her bindings and tilted her head, still smiling as though nothing mortifying had just transpired. “Sooo… are you going to untie me? I’d hate to ruin your bedsheets if I struggle too much.”
Clark parted his fingers just enough for his glowing blue eyes to peek through. His voice was low, trembling with suppressed rage. “…You…”
Lala’s smile wavered. “Uhhh… yes?” she asked with a nervous laugh, her tail twitching as if sensing danger.
Clark’s footsteps were heavy as he stalked toward her, his shadow stretching across her trembling frame. “Tell me, Lala… did your father ever discipline you?”
Her eyes went wide. She gulped hard, her voice squeaking, “I-I’m sorry…”
“So am I,” Clark said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth, his gaze sharp as steel.
SMACK!!
“AHHHHHHH~!!” Lala shrieked in both pleasure and agony, the sound ringing through the halls like a siren.
Comments
KingSpy25i .
Thank you for the scandalous chapter 😏🙏
T.0.PA.CI.0
Not enough, next misunderstanding please !
