It was originally just an accident, and Arnold was still considering how to explain it to the Penguin. But after seeing Mrs. Corinna's languid expression and her stunningly alluring face, he inexplicably pressed down on her again.
This time, he entered Mrs. Corinna's body with ease, savoring the pleasure of the mature woman's honey hole as he thrust rapidly once more. Despite his lack of experience, Arnold went at it for half an hour. Then, with a sudden numbness in his waist, he ejaculated all his remaining semen into Mrs. Corinna's body!
Mrs. Corinna had already fallen into a deep sleep, a satisfied smile lingering on her lips. Arnold held her while they slept for an hour. When he finally woke up, he pulled out his limp penis. He wondered if he would get her pregnant by ejaculating so much inside her. Surprisingly, the thought of sleeping with his best friend's mother and potentially getting her pregnant caused his feelings of guilt and remorse to vanish.
He kissed Mrs. Corinna's red lips, put the red wine away, and went into the bathroom to sober up. The intense lovemaking had left him drenched in sweat. After taking a shower, Arnold finally cleared his head. He realized he had acted impulsively, thinking only with his lower body, and had created an embarrassing situation by sleeping with the Penguin's mother.
He remembered when he first met Oswald the Penguin. Oswald and Mrs. Corinna had just arrived in New York City and were being targeted by robbers. If Arnold hadn't encountered the same situation that day, he might have been silenced. Instead, he managed to pick up a brick and kill the robbers; otherwise, he might have ended up as a cold corpse himself.
The first time he killed someone, Arnold had vomited. He realized then that there was no real law during this era; there was fighting everywhere. The United States was experiencing riots—Black riots, Native American riots, and all sorts of illegal activities that made it hard to breathe. The Penguin, however, developed a newfound respect for Arnold since he had saved both him and his mother.
The two became good friends because of this. Only Arnold called him "Penguin," and the Penguin never wanted to kill him for it. Their life-or-death friendship served as a constant reminder that he had not yet succeeded. They worked together well; while the Penguin moved into both organized crime and legitimate business, Arnold was short on money, fearless of death, and only thought about killing to earn points.
And now, Arnold had slept with the mother of his good friend! How was he going to handle this? It was a real headache. However, Arnold still savored the memory of Mrs. Corinna; her firm body didn't resemble that of a woman in her forties at all. He realized he preferred mature women; sleeping with older women excited him, perhaps fulfilling some maternal need or a unique fetish. The way her voluptuous body responded to his movements pleased him greatly.
The thought of ejaculating inside Mrs. Corinna made Arnold feel very happy. As for whether she would get pregnant at her age, he wasn't worried. In his mind, if she got pregnant, he would find a way to make her have his child. He believed that only by getting a woman pregnant and giving birth could you truly possess her; otherwise, there was no difference between sex and visiting a prostitute.
Looking at the sleeping Mrs. Corinna, Arnold kept the pizza warm, turned off the light, locked the door, and left.
Once Arnold was gone, Lady Corinna, who had been keeping her eyes closed, slowly woke up and sighed. Her legs were numb. She had enjoyed the encounter, but the young man had accidentally ejaculated a great deal inside her. She needed to wash up. As soon as she stood up, a stream of liquefied semen flowed from her body, making her feel a little embarrassed.
"Little guy, you shot quite a lot. It's so full... young people have such good stamina," she murmured. Covering herself with one hand to prevent the mess from reaching the sheets, she hummed a little tune and headed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Arnold arrived at the factory address the Penguin had given him. It was a small, workshop-style factory. What they produced here wasn't medicine or clothing, but marijuana and drugs—something addictive. Arnold had a deep loathing for drug dealers; he felt even robbery was better than such deceitful work.
Arnold just wanted to finish this mission quickly so he could sleep. He still felt a lingering sense of guilt about the "heinous act" of sleeping with his friend's mother, something he felt would require time to heal.
Inside the workshop, he saw hardworking employees mixed with men and women who were taking drugs and having sex in public. Arnold despised those women, viewing them as shameless. He only wanted to play with respectable women, not these "whores" who had been with countless men.
Gathering incendiary materials, he moved closer. There were several armed guards outside, but Arnold had no doubt he could withstand the bullets. He twirled his right hand, and a surge of magic power erupted. A guard was instantly engulfed in flames that swallowed him whole.
"Ah! Help me!" the burning guard screamed, falling to the ground and rolling in agony.