I'll be honest, I never considered Lois Lane as a potential future partner. Maybe I thought about fucking her brains out a few times, but realistically, unless she was a pedo, I highly doubt that we'd ever hook up. Especially since by the time I'm a teenager, she'll be in her thirties or maybe even her forties. Not that I have a problem with forty year old women. Martha is still super hot and I'm sure Lois will be sexy as hell as well, but… She's only human.
"Would it even feel good?" I sighed dramatically and looked up at the moon. It was cool to just lay on the roof of the barn and stare at the stars sometime. Something I never would've done or even tried in my last life. After all, falling off a roof is generally dangerous for most people.
"What about Kara?" I couldn't help worrying about my Cousin. If Lois was in her twenties, then how old is Kara now? Is she on Earth already? No, she'd have found me. Then she might still be in Argo City or she could be in the Phantom Zone, or somewhere else. Maybe she doesn't even exist in this continuity?
"I hope she's alive though." I know she's not that well-liked by a lot of people, but Supergirl was one of my favorite DC characters. Sometimes… I mean, there are so many versions so it's hard to know for sure which one I'll be seeing. Might even end up with Powergirl.
"Then there's Wonder Woman." I feel like if Wonder Woman exists, then she should have left some traces in history, right? I've read a bunch of books in the library and I couldn't find anything about her during World War 1 or afterwards. I honestly didn't find much, if anything, about superheroes or supervillains.
There are a lot of DC Universes like that though. For example, the one from the Dark Knight movies. Gotham does exist. Batman also exists, though he's still relatively new. It's the 90's, if he's in his 20's now, he'll probably be in his 40's by 2025. Which honestly isn't that bad. He's Batman, he's basically gonna be doing this shit till he dies. His enemies also exist, like the Joker that creates Injustice Superman in the games and maybe the comics. I never read the Comics though.
There are so many different comics. Who the fuck knows what version is what anymore? I definitely gave up keeping track. I just watched movies and TV Shows casually from time to time. Read some fanfics too. Also jerked off to a lot of porn, but I can say that about basically everything.
I wonder if there's a dude on the moon watching me? Is that guy from Marvel or DC? I can't even remember. There's also Doctor Manhattan, but I'm not sure whether he exists or not. It's debatable.
I started stroking my cock as usual. One benefit of having this Kryptonian brain is that I've remembered almost everything that's happened to me very vividly since the moment I was born. No, even before I was born, I remember being inside my mother's womb. It's not perfect though. My memories from the time I arrived on Earth are much clearer, because that's when the sun started affecting me.
"Fuck… I wish I had supervision already." I looked over to the side and saw the house where the lights were all off. It was fine though, I could just remember back to earlier. After lunch, Martha took me into the bathroom as usual and gave me a bath in the tub. She was still in really good shape from helping out on the farm and working around the house all day long. Hell, just picking my heavy ass up and carrying me around like a baby the past three years should've gotten her pretty jacked, but she barely put on any muscle to those feminine arms.
She had rough hands, but they felt soft when she was rubbing them all over my body. Scrubbing my back, even my asshole, dick and balls. She didn't seem to notice or care when I got a boner though. I was just a little brat to her, no, not a brat, but her precious baby boy. I'd probably always just be her son that she had to love and protect.
It's funny because I'm already stupidly strong by human standards. I could easily have overpowered the sexy ginger woman. When she was bending over in front of me to turn the water on, the way her pretty pink asshole opened up… Though her pussy was practically hidden away by that furry red bush. I could still see the meat curtains poking through though.
"I'm such a piece of shit." I don't know why I feel so guilty about it? Am I really doing anything wrong? She thinks I'm just a kid, but does she really not think twice about shoving her sexy ass in a four year old boy's face? Or washing his cock off once or twice a day? Is that totally normal? Maybe it is… Maybe I'm just so much of a depraved pervert that I think everything has to be sexual or fucked up?
"Umn~!" I moaned as my Kryptonian jizz shot up like a rocket and landed randomly on the roof or the dirt around the barn. Once my mind was clearer, I calmed down a lot. I also felt a lot worse about using Martha as my fap material every goddamn day for the past three years.
To be fair though, she was the only woman I've been exposed to thus far. And not just that, there was also the aspect of how depraved it was that I wanted to fuck my own mother. It made me wonder if I really wanna fuck Martha or if I just get off on the idea because it's wrong. She's not even my biological mother. Though I guess the concept of a four year old having sex with a forty-something year old woman is pretty depraved on its own, without any other underlying incestuous aspects.
I guess even Kryptonians have post-nut clarity though. It's like once I cum, my whole personality changes and my brain resets. I was kinda hungry. Not very tired though. I was never tired. It was exhausting how full of energy I always seemed to be… If that makes sense?
Hopping down from the roof, I landed lightly on the dirt, barely making any sound or feeling any pressure from the impact. I bounced a few times, then started jogging slowly at first. I reached the fields quickly. Corn fields were everywhere around here. It wasn't time to harvest them yet, but it was coming soon. Umm, unrelated to my superjizz though. Just normal seasonal crop planting bullshit.
I darted through them easily. Avoiding being touched. I produced wind as I passed by, but not much. Not enough to be overly ridiculous. It was fun. A game really. Trying to control myself. Controlling everything around me as well. Even the air that I breathed could potentially become a deadly weapon if I controlled it well enough, or didn't control it carefully enough. That's more of a future issue to deal with though.
I have no idea why Zod and the others were able to gain superpowers so fast, while it took Clark decades. Though it could be that they had actually been to worlds with Yellow Suns many times before and experienced the benefits. In Smallville, there were Kryptonians coming to Earth several times.
This wasn't Smallville though. Metropolis isn't anywhere near Kansas, it's over on the East Coast. Central City is actually in Missouri, near the Kansas border… No Flash yet though. Barry Allen might be my age, or he might not even exist in this universe. Supergirl the TV Show didn't have the rest of the Arrowverse in her universe until the Multiversal destruction event… So that's something else to look forward to, I guess, or maybe it already happened and this is the fucked up world that came after the destruction?
"Stop thinking so much, Clark." I muttered to myself as I left the cornfield and reached a road with a forest behind it. Thankfully my parents, as overprotective as they seemed at times, didn't actually keep an eye on me 24/7 anymore. As long as I was back home before sunrise, they wouldn't be freaking out or trying to find me.
It was fun to just roam around randomly. I knew that the world outside the farm wasn't any more or less dangerous than just staying at home. A fucking nuke could drop on our heads randomly or some alternate universe enemy could come over to murder me when I was a kid.
"How do I even defend against the Flash and his Speedster nonsense?" By the Flash, I mean his enemies. But some of those enemies were also the Flash so yeah. Still Speedster bullshit.
I looked down towards the end of the road, but there were no cars. Neither direction as far as I could see, and that was pretty damn far even at night. So I leaned down and got into position. With a smirk, I started sprinting!
*Woosh~!* It wasn't a sonic boom, but it was still fucking fast! At first it was like I was on a bike, then it was more like a motorcycle! Faster and faster, until I capped out at what was probably a hundred miles per hour.
I'm getting there. I'm getting a little faster and stronger every day. I'm figuring it out. This whole Kryptonian thing.
I breathed in the air that was beating on my face and it actually felt a little chilly. But then I noticed something in the wind and started slowing down. It smelled like burning rubber, plastic, wood… Fire in general. Not particularly strange.
But this is Smallville and I'm Clark Kent. I thought about just running back home and ignoring it, but I was like dozens of miles from my house by now. And I had the curiosity of a murderous Lantern Ring wielding cat. Or basically any normal Isekai protagonist.
"Aaah~!" A loud scream caught my attention as I got closer and the smell got stronger. I started sprinting again, ramping up my speed so fast that I almost broke my previous record! Then I slowed down just as quickly, because I could see the problem immediately.
A black car crashed into a tree. Not particularly strange. The problem is that it was on fire and so was the tree it crashed into…
"Mommy! Wake up! Wake up Mommy! Please!" A little girl was in the back, crying loudly. I approached quickly and tried to open the left side-door, but it was locked. I hopped slightly and reached my arm inside, unlocking it easily enough.
"Come on, we gotta go." I unbuckled the seatbelt and yoiked the screaming brat from the burning vehicle.
"Mommy! Let go of me! We have to save Mommy!" The brown-haired, blue eyed girl was about the same size as I was, maybe my age or older. So it was a little awkward to carry her when she was wiggling around so much.
"Calm down, I'll go get her if you'd just stop freaking out for a few seconds!" I tossed the kid onto the dirt and then ran back over to the door. The window was also open, so it wasn't too difficult to reach inside and unlock the door. I looked over at the little girl that was rushing over and groaned in irritation, "Stay back, there's a fucking fire!"
"Mom… Mommy…" The girl stopped and was trembling a lot as she looked behind me. I turned around and saw the problem. The woman's head was busted open and her neck was twisted really badly. The steering wheel was also broken, probably by her face. Regardless of how bad it looked, I still reached into the car and grabbed her body. She didn't wear a seatbelt, so it's a miracle she didn't go flying through the windshield. No, maybe she would've survived that?
"Let's go." I yanked the woman out, though her crushed lower legs stayed behind. It didn't really matter at this point though. She didn't even twitch.
"Mommy…" The adorable brat was horrified and looked like she was going to throw up. But that was understandable. If I saw either of my mothers in a state like this, I'd be even worse. She wasn't my Mom though. Just some random person.
"It's gonna be alright." It wouldn't, "Everything is fine. I'll take you guys to my house to rest." My parents are gonna be so fucking pissed.
"Yeah-yeah, Mommy will be fine after some rest." The little girl seemed to delude herself pretty easily.
*Boom~!* The dramatic explosion happened after we were pretty far away, but it caused the kid to start crying and freaking out in the middle of the road. I grabbed the child, put her on her mother's chest and then picked up the dead woman. Sure, for a four year old to be able to do that was impressive, but in the DC Universe it was probably still within the limits of humanity, right?
I didn't worry too much about it either way. Just kept walking at a brisk pace. I wonder what it's gonna be like when I get faster? When I can walk at the speed of sound… Will it still feel like it takes forever, but I'm at least moving a much farther distance?
The girl's mother smelled like booze. And there were beer bottles in the car. She was drunk driving. I thought back to everything I saw and smiled wryly. I should've grabbed some of the girl's things. Toys and dolls, other mementos.
The child didn't say anything about it. She didn't seem to care. All she cared about was her mother and that's all I was able to salvage.
No matter what though. I did save a child from a burning car. I felt good about it. Made me feel like I might not be quite as much of a piece of shit as I expected. I went out of my way to save something. Something I never would've even tried to do in my past life.
I'd say that's an improvement for sure. Hell, Clark Kent didn't turn into Superman until he was in his twenties. His teens were when he started actually helping and saving people from random bullshit. At four years old, I saved a little kid.
I'm awesome!
I'm pretty sure there's shit leaking from the corpse and we're nowhere near my house.
I should've grabbed a stuffed animal or something. Fuck this is gross. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea?