Most of the time, sensory stimulation comes not only from the body but also from psychological enjoyment and experience.

It's like the old driver who often drove, from reversing into the garage initially to smoothly drifting through the corner after, integrating all kinds of skills. ​​

Gradually becoming familiar with controlling the speed and throttle.

Knowing when to speed up and when to slow down.

Gradually, the driver would develop a sense of fatigue.

It's hard to find the special excitement when he first touched the headlights softly and held the round steering wheel.

If the car was of extremely high grade, it might have been possible to delay the situation.

Super sports cars like Pagani, Ferrari, and Lamborghini.

Just playing with the delicate lines, the voluptuous headlights, and the round and full body of the car was enough to make people feel satisfied.

However, the family-class ordinary car would inevitably get boring after driving for too long.

At this time, it was often necessary to develop some new gestures, new techniques.

From there, you could find the excitement of the past and awaken the passion inside.

In this way, Luke had a pleasant evening.

Looking out at the night view of the Hudson River, he experienced the thrill of both heaven and earth.

"It's a wonderful evening. Very memorable."

The next morning, Luke opened his eyes, got up, and sat on the bed.

Looking at the messy battlefield and the clothes flung everywhere.

He couldn't help smiling at the thought of last night's indulgence and ecstasy.

'I've never thought of developing a new way to play before.'

Luke regretted that he was still too young and only confined the battlefield to his bed.

Gently pulling out his right hand, resting behind Malèna's head, he walked into the washroom, naked.

A few minutes later, clad in a robe, he sat on the sofa.

His body dispensed heat and evaporated the water traces.

He picked up the mirror and started shaving with Heat Vision, completely unscientific and amazing.

After a quick clean-up, Luke recalled the schedule in his mind.

Some of the more important events included a trip to the White House for an award ceremony and meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club at S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I have a full schedule today."

He muttered.

From now on, he would be a Lieutenant General in the Army.

This promotion speed had set a new record in the history of the United States, and it seemed that no one else would be able to break it.

'Howard hadn't shown up since he came back from piloting the Nautilus himself. '

Luke ordered breakfast through room service. Thinking that Malèna might have to sleep for a while, he didn't wake her up.

After all, last night was a fierce battle and quite physically demanding.

'Unfortunately, I haven't found a strong opponent to match me evenly.'

Luke lamented as he brushed the toast with jam.

Adequate variety of positions would give people a fresh feeling.

But it's a pity that he couldn't try the true fierce impact of the rushing waves.

He spent a few minutes enjoying a simple breakfast.

Luke changed into his Lieutenant General's uniform for the ceremony and went to the wide balcony.

'I'll go to Howard's house first and see what he's up to.'

With his legs bent, he leaped. Superman shot into the sky.

Howard had purchased several real estate properties in New York, Washington, D.C., and elsewhere.

According to Luke's understanding of him, he would stay in his villa in Long Island, New York.

The guy had bragged more than once that he had a winery in western Long Island.

And he also said that he would invite Rogers and Luke over for Thanksgiving next year.

Boom!

The sturdy figure flying at high speed broke through the sound barrier.

In almost no time at all, Luke arrived in western Long Island.

It was surrounded by the sea on three sides, with a humid climate and many forests and hills. Future generations recognized it as one of the most suitable areas for people to live in the world.

As a result, Long Island quickly became a gathering place for wealthy New Yorkers.

A variety of townhouses had been developed and established with various supporting facilities.

Howard, who was keen on enjoying life, bought an estate a long time ago.

Every summer and winter, he would come here for a vacation and experience the boring life of a rich man.

Boom!

Luke landed accurately in Howard's yard, sending up a cloud of dust.

As he deliberately made no effort to restrain his power, the movement was so great that it rattled the windows.

"I told you -- can't you knock? It's like a bomber dropping bombs every time, scaring me half to death!"

Howard, whose hair was messy like a bird's nest, snapped open the window and loudly complained.

He was draped in a flashy burgundy nightgown with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

He looked like he hadn't slept for several days and nights and was on the verge of dying so suddenly, like an internet-addicted teen.

"That's why you should build a landing pad in your backyard. It makes it easier for me to visit."

Luke ignored Howard's complaints and continued, "Peggy said you haven't clocked in at S.H.I.E.L.D. for four days. Although you're only a Science Advisor by title, and there are no set hours, the work on the nuclear reactor model improvements and the Tesseract testing project all require you to utilize that brilliantly mindfully."

"Heh, do you know how I've been spending the last few days?"

Howard's face showed a trace of pride, and he said, "I got inspiration from the Nautilus nuclear reactor and started to design a more effective and powerful energy system. It's the key to the future!"

"I haven't slept for a week because of this."

Luke was somewhat dubious, frowned, and asked, "Can't you finish the design of the new energy system by staying in S.H.I.E.L.D?"

"Uh, I can. But after I came back from the Atlantic Ocean, I was excited that night. I spent over 30 hours in the underground laboratory and worked out the first version of the design."

Howard scratched his head and awkwardly said, "You know, when a scientist's inspiration breaks out, he can't take care of anything else. So, I forgot about S.H.I.E.L.D. and whatever work there was."

"Besides, compared with being absent from S.H.I.E.L.D for four days, I haven't set foot in Stark Industry for almost half a month. The last time my secretary came over to make sure her boss was still alive and hadn't been secretly murdered and buried in the yard."

After listening to Howard's cold humor, Luke couldn't help but feel that the Stark father and son had similarities in many ways.

This was also the case when Tony developed the series of armors.

He just wanted to praise with a few words when he vaguely heard a charming female voice in Howard's room.

A few seconds later, a slender arm rested on the guy's shoulder.

Half of the young face peeked out; the corners of her eyes and eyebrows still had a hint of blush.

It looks like this wasn't long after his morning workout.

"Oh, is this what you call an inspirational outburst, an exploration of science?"

Luke showed a look of contempt; he really shouldn't have any unrealistic delusions about Howard.

He thought that the chicken coop head and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were all from researching the Arc reactor.

Unexpectedly, it was just over-indulgence and the after-effects of sex.

"When Einstein finished his paper on general relativity, he had a little bit of fun in his office with his female secretary... As scientists, we're only releasing our inner joy and excitement this way, not just indulging in women."

Howard said convincingly. He simply pushed away from the unknown woman who was hugging him and scampered downstairs.

After being frightened by Luke, he had entered the sage-like thinking mode, completely immune to the temptation of women.

"Come on, come one. Let me show you my latest research results!"

Howard couldn't wait to show Luke the key to the future.