Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

Selena Kyle, or Catwoman, enjoys the thrill of walking on the edge of a knife.

She wore her signature black tight leather outfit, which perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure.

The leather jacket, soaked by the rain, clung tightly to every inch of her skin, gleaming with an alluring sheen. The full, rounded contours of her chest trembled slightly as she ran, a breathtaking sight.

Tonight's haul was plentiful; the "Tears of Egypt" lay quietly in the pocket at her waist.

Not far away, a huge black bat-like shadow streaked across the night sky, relentlessly pursuing it.

"It's you again, little bat, you're like a persistent ghost."

Catwoman gave a soft hum, executed a graceful somersault to dodge a batarang, and then disappeared into a narrow alleyway.

Using the complex terrain, she quickly shook off the clueless dark knight and the foolish policeman.

On a secluded rooftop, she stopped, panting triumphantly, ready to admire her spoils.

suddenly,

She felt as if she had crashed into an invisible wall; her forward momentum suddenly halted, and she fell backward uncontrollably.

Instead of the expected cold ground, she fell into a warm and strong embrace.

One arm tightly encircled her slender waist, while the other hand had somehow taken the "Tear of Egypt" from her pocket and was leisurely playing with it between his fingers.

"Little kitty, stealing is not a good habit."

A cheerful voice rang in her ear, and warm breath tickled her earlobe.

Selena's hair stood on end, and all her muscles tensed instantly.

Without a second thought, she delivered a swift elbow strike backward, while her right leg, like a scorpion's tail, whistled through the air as it kicked towards the person behind her lower body.

These are her honed fighting skills, enough to render any strong man incapable of fighting.

But all her attacks went unanswered.

The arm that was wrapped around her waist didn't move at all; instead, it tightened its grip, pressing her mature, soft body against the other's firm chest.

Her leg was casually blocked by the other party's knee. Not only did it fail to hurt the other party, but because the force was dissipated, her whole body lost its balance and she fell into the other party's arms in an even more disheveled state.

"She has quite a temper."

Su Hui chuckled and casually patted her taut buttocks with his other hand.

It had an amazingly bouncy feel.

"asshole!"

Selena was filled with shame and indignation, and she twisted and struggled violently in Su Hui's arms.

Like a snake caught in a trap, she used every joint lock and grappling technique to try and break free.

No matter how hard she tried, the other party was like an unshakeable mountain.

Her struggles only made every friction between their bodies exceptionally clear, and the sensation from under her tight leather clothes made her cheeks burn.

Enraged, she opened her mouth and bit Su Hui's shoulder.

Su Hui simply let go of his hand.

Selena staggered back a few steps, staring warily at the man in front of her, adopting a defensive stance.

Su Hui did not approach further, but stood still, observing her with great interest.

He casually removed her cat-ear headgear, revealing her stunningly beautiful face in the rainy night.

His wet, short hair clung to his cheeks, and his green eyes were filled with astonishment, anger, and stubbornness.

"It's you!"

Selena recognized him; he was the mysterious Eastern man from the dinner party.

Su Hui did not answer, but simply smiled and stepped forward, and under Selena's wary gaze, put the priceless diamond necklace back on her fair and slender neck.

The cool diamond against her warm skin sent a shiver down Selena's spine.

"It looks better on you."

Su Hui's voice was very soft, "Now, it's yours."

Selena was completely stunned.

Looking at the mysterious and powerful man before her, she felt a surge of emotion.

Who is he?

What does he want to do?

"What...what is your purpose?"

She stared intently at Su Hui, her voice trying to remain calm.

Su Hui's smile became increasingly amused:

"Don't be nervous, I won't call the police or tell that dark bat. I just... want to invite a beautiful lady to my place for a drink, that's all."

Catwoman Selena's brain is working at lightning speed.

The man before her possessed unfathomable strength, easily subduing her without harming her, and instead gifting her an incredibly valuable diamond.

She had seen the look in Su Hui's eyes during the day.

The other party's purpose is definitely not as simple as just having a drink.

run?

She knew very well that her speed and skill, which she was so proud of, were meaningless in front of this man.

A direct confrontation?

That would be utterly humiliating.

Selena's eyes flickered, and she made a decision in an instant.

She licked her rain-dampened lips, revealing a captivating smile that could make any man fall for her:

“Great! It is my honor to receive such a generous invitation from a gentleman like you.”

Since there is no way to resist, then submit and look for an opportunity.

She has always been very confident in the effectiveness of her seduction tactics.

Su Hui saw through her little scheme, but didn't point it out. He just smiled and made a "please" gesture.

The two returned to the penthouse apartment at the top of the city.

When Selena stepped into this extremely luxurious room, she was still slightly taken aback by the sight before her.

Underfoot is a soft wool carpet, in the distance is a fireplace with a warm fire burning, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window that takes up an entire wall offers a panoramic view of Gotham’s nightscape.

This place is like a secluded kingdom in the sky, a stark contrast to the dirty and chaotic city outside the window.

Su Hui casually tossed his expensive suit jacket onto the sofa, walked over to the wine cabinet with an air of nonchalance, and poured wine with his back to her.

He seemed completely unprepared, exposing his entire back to her, a cat that could unleash its claws at any moment.

Selena's muscles tensed subconsciously as countless sneak attack plans flashed through her mind.

But reason told her that this was likely a trap.

This man gave her a very strange feeling. His aura was extremely restrained, like that of an ordinary person, yet the irresistible power he displayed on the rooftop just now proved his extraordinary nature. This contradiction made her hesitant to act rashly.

Red wine or whiskey?

Su Hui's voice came through.

"Red wine, thank you."

Selena suppressed her distracting thoughts and slowly walked to the sofa to sit down.

Su Hui returned with two glasses of wine, handed one to her, and sat down on the single sofa next to her, crossing his legs and leaning back lazily.

He didn't rush to speak, but simply held his wine glass, his gaze roaming over her body without any attempt to hide his admiration for the mature curves encased in her black, tight-fitting leather outfit.

His gaze was direct and frank, filled with a male's primal desire for a female, yet it also carried a condescending scrutiny that made her feel uncomfortable, as if she were a work of art being appraised, rather than offended.

"It seems you really like my figure."

Selena decided to take the initiative. She swirled the wine in her glass, and the red liquid swished gracefully along the glass.

As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her chest, making her stunning curves even more prominent.

"I really like it."

Su Hui readily admitted, "A perfect work of art is always pleasing to the eye."

"Oh? Just an artwork?"

Selena giggled, stood up from the sofa, and walked gracefully to Su Hui.

Instead of sitting down, she leaned over and placed her hands on the armrests of his sofa, trapping him between herself and the sofa.

A unique scent, a blend of rain, leather, and feminine fragrance, wafts over you.

Holding a wine glass, she gracefully walked to Su Hui, but instead of sitting down, she leaned down, bringing her ample breasts close to his face, her breath sweet as orchids: "Sir, you still haven't told me your name? How do you know my identity?"

As she spoke, she reached out her other hand, her fingertips lightly tracing Su Hui's chest. This was a trick she had used countless times; few men could resist her charm.

This is her usual trick, enough to make 99% of men lose their minds and become completely flustered.

Su Hui simply smiled, reached out and put his arm around her waist, and with a little force, pulled her into his arms, making her straddle his lap in an extremely ambiguous position.

"Well!"

Selena gasped in surprise, her body instantly stiffening.

"Don't rush, we have plenty of time to talk."

Su Hui wrapped one arm around her waist to prevent her from escaping, while his other hand held up a wine glass to her lips. "Just call me Su Hui."

“I know you, Selena Kyle, right?”

As for why I know you... it's because I not only know you're Catwoman, but I also know that you were born in Gotham's dirtiest East Side, struggled to survive in an orphanage and on the streets from a young age, and that you learned to steal not for wealth, but to survive.

You crave freedom, yet fear loneliness, so you always dance alone in the darkness, enjoying the thrill of being chased, because it makes you feel alive.

You disguise yourself with sharp claws and indifference, but deep down, you're just a lonely little cat longing to be embraced.

Every word Su Hui uttered was like a precise scalpel, dissecting her layers of pretense and reaching the softest, most untouchable part of her soul.

Selena's charming smile froze, replaced by shock, anger, and finally, an undisguised fear.

She felt completely naked in front of this man, with no secrets whatsoever.

"Who...who are you?!"

She tried to struggle to get off him and away from this man who terrified her.

But Su Hui's arms were like iron clamps, holding her firmly in his embrace.

He lowered his head, looking into her green eyes filled with panic, and said softly:

Who I am is not important. What matters is that I can give you everything you want: security, wealth, and even... a real home.

His voice was seductive, and at the same time, his hands began to wander.

His fingers traced the fabric of her thin leather back, sending a jolt of electricity through her skin.

"Don't touch me!"

Selena's voice trembled.

Su Hui ignored her, and with his other hand he stroked her cheek, his fingertips gently caressing it. Then, in Selena's increasingly panicked gaze, he kissed her.

This was a kiss filled with aggression and possessiveness, one that brooked no refusal.

Selena's resistance was futile against his power, and her sobs were swallowed up.

Alcohol, desire, and fear mingled together, overwhelming her reason.

She gradually lost her strength, and her resistance seemed to others more like a feigned acceptance.

When the long kiss ended, Selena collapsed into Su Hui's arms, her eyes glazed over, breathing heavily.

Su Hui picked her up by the waist and carried her to the huge bedroom bed that could accommodate seven or eight people.

"Do not……"