45: Symkaria [01]

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[Task Complete! Give Cunnilingus; Get Fellatio; Vaginal sex; Anal sex; and Hardcore!]

[+800 SP]

[15,000 /50,000 SP]

Peter sighed, looking at the notifications before him, Peter stood up from his bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up. After doing so, Peter moved May to her room, tidied his room, and finally, took out a paper from his [Inventory]. It was the teleportation paper the Ancient One had given him.

Speaking of papers, Peter had already cast mind protection spells on his close family and friend, including his slaves since they knew the information. (Gwen, George, Aunt May, Ned, Gwen, Liz, MJ, Michele, Betty).

Peter stared at the paper in his hands and tore it asunder. Immediately, a golden light shimmered out of the paper and fell in front of him, forming a portal that would presumably lead to his destination: Symkaria. Peter walked through the portal as his spider-suit—God, he needed a name for it—erupted out of his tattoo and covered his whole body.

As Peter stepped out, he found himself in front of the largest mansion he'd ever seen, it wasn't as large as the skyscrapers he remembered as Edward though-

Peter stiffened.

'Remember?' Peter frowned before moving towards the mansion.

Why would he 'remember' something as Edward? This was a question running rampant in his mind, and it was answered soon after as he looked into Edward's memories. Where there were only things related to Marvel, comics, songs, games, novels, and movies—the typical nerd shit—there were other memories now.

The ones he'd seen in the Memory Fragment.

So, the memories he'd seen in the record were now imprinted in his mind as if they were his own? Great.

Peter grumbled to himself and continued walking towards the largest mansion he'd seen. However, he couldn't walk freely for long as two people dressed like trained soldiers stepped out from the mansion and started walking up to him. They were ready to attack when a butler came running out with grace, stopping them at once before he made his way up to Peter. The butler didn't say a thing and simply directed him into the mansion without even blinking.

Although Peter was a bit confused, he followed behind the butler nonetheless. He'd thought that he'd have to fight and cause a big enough commotion for Silver to notice. But it seemed that he was thinking needless things. Though Peter did question the security of this place if they were letting him in without even doing proper checking.

Their footsteps echoed through the halls as they walked through them. Peter stared around at the artwork hanging on the sides for a few seconds before focusing his gaze back on the butler. Peter found him similar for some reason, like he'd seen him somewhere before. Even though his face was unrecognizable, and there were no similarities between this butler and any person Peter might've met, he had a gut feeling from within. Anyways, Peter was led to an open area behind the mansion, where a beautiful hot lady was waiting for him.

"This is surely a pleasant surprise, Mr. Spider," said Silver, turning over to give him an impassive look. "I'm happy to see you again."

"You don't look the part," Peter joked, shaking her hand. (A/N: Her name is changed to Silver Sablinova instead of Silvija Sablinova—both are correct, but I will be going with Silver one because it is easier to remember, and type.)

"I reckon you're here for that training I promised?" Silver said, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her drink.

"Yes," Peter nodded, looking around. This area was quite open, and it had several noteworthy things; such as a big pool—which Peter definitely wanted to dive in. There were some training equipment, gym equipment, guns, swords, rapiers, blades, spears, bows & arrows, axes, lances, and many other types of weapons.

"Let's get to it, I suppose." She said, leaving the useless chatter for later, Spider-Man was going to be with her for a long time, after all. So, she wanted to have a session right away to see his capabilities. She put the glass in her hands on the table beside her and picked up a knife, looking over before she tore a slit in her dress, along her leg, so that she could move more freely.

"We're going to fight. I want to test your physical limits and techniques so that I can get a base to start from." She said in her accent, and Peter couldn't help but smile slightly, finding her accent cute.

"Let's start, shall we?" saying so, Silver threw the knife at him, and Peter dodged out of instincts, but before he could have time to re-adjust himself, Silver was already upon him, her leg coming down on his head, though Peter's spider-sense worked wonders, making him dodge out of the way.

Silver raised an eyebrow before moving into his comfort zone, feigning a kick to the right as she threw a solid punch at his chest. Peter slipped behind, having already predicted that she was going to punch him. Though his prediction turned out to be wrong as the kick she'd thrown as a feint turned out to be not a feint and landed in his ribs, sending him hurtling back.

Peter managed to remain afoot.

"That's enough," said Silver. "You have higher physical strength than me, your reaction time is fast, and you seem to dodge instinctively—though I think everything I said comes in a package with your spider powers. Am I right?"

Peter nodded, "I can sense attacks coming before you even strike."

"But there's a problem. All you're doing is surrendering your body to your spider instincts. You're not fighting yourself, but letting your body fight for you. Although you've been fine doing this as far as now since you've never met an opponent who can fight you—and, well, your freakish strength—you should learn to fight yourself, and not with your instincts. They're your tools, you should use them to your advantage, but don't ever let the tools dictate yourself."

Peter nodded again; she's competent if she managed to deduce this much after just exchanging a few attacks. Peter knew that coming to her wasn't a mistake.

Silver just walked up to the table and picked up another knife before she continued to cut her dress. She cut the clothing covering her, up to her thighs so that she could move freely—she'd still felt a bit restricted before. Silver sighed; maybe she should just go and don her training clothes.

Today was a nice day for swimming, and that's exactly why she'd come out here, wearing a dress on top of her swimsuit—which consisted of nothing but a bra and panties. But she hadn't expected that Spider-Man would come out of nowhere in front of her house. She was annoyed that he'd ruined her day, but a promise was a promise, and now that he'd managed to come to her country, she'd help him train.

Now that she thought about it, how did he manage to enter her country without his identity being revealed? At least, if no one else, she'd have been the first to know if got here, since she had many agents on the lookout for unwanted guests—such as terrorists.

"Ahem," Spider-Man coughed, bringing her attention back to him. "Um, you've cut a bit too much of your dress; I can practically see your undie—sky-blue, eh? Shitty color; awesome view, by the way. I might just confuse that you're tryna seduce little Spidey."

Silver stiffened slightly, her attention going back to her dress—she'd really been lost in her thoughts. So much that she'd cut the dress a bit too much.

"Another session, now!" she shouted, running up to him before she threw a kick.

"What?" Spider-Man said, confused. "At least a warning-"

"Enemies don't give warnings; they strike the moment you won't expect."

"Oh, come on! Don't grumble; I've caught you seducing Spidey red-handed. No need to hide it. I don't mind being in a relationship with a beautiful lady such as yourself."

Silver growled, scowling—she definitely didn't like what he was saying. She lashed at him, throwing a flurry of attacks as she spoke. "I'm married!"

Spider-Man ducked under the kick she'd thrown at his head, weaving around her. "I thought you were divorced?"

"How would you know that?" she asked, growling.

"Well, I have my sources. So, aren't you divorced?"

"That," Silver glowered, not liking where this conversation was going—she threw a jab at his face. "Doesn't matter!"

They trained as her mind wandered off a bit.

Silver had been, at one point in her life, married to a man simply known as Foreigner. She'd loved him dearly, thinking of him as a person she would spend her whole life with. But the fucker turned out to be a criminal. Be that as it may, her husband being a criminal wasn't a big deal in her opinion, but he… Foreigner was responsible for the death of her uncle Fritz.

That's something she couldn't let go of, so she turned against him, and divorced.

A stinging pain from her right cheek made her tear her attention back to Spider-Man, who'd capitalized on this chance, and punched her.

"I deserved that," Silver muttered. She deserved that punch; all that training her father put her through—though she'd begged him to train her—and this is what she does? Losing focus mid-fight? This was a training session; if it were a real fight, she'd have been long dead. Silver was disappointed in herself.

"You seem a bit out of it; we can take a little rest if you want," Spider-Man offered.

Peter wasn't sure what was on her mind, but her expression had broken into something strange just a while ago, so he wasn't sure if she was fine or not. Maybe she wasn't feeling well? Whatever it may be, it was probably for the best if she took a bit of rest.

"Come on," Peter said, walking from her side, his gaze landing on her perky butt. His instincts got the better of him, and he threw a solid slap, and since Silver was a bit out of it, she didn't notice, and it landed with a resounding sound that surprised her. "Let's go-"

Before he could say anything, Silver had already jumped, and landed a kick in his gut before moving up his body as she locked his neck in her legs and threw him down, locking him in place.

She was angry.

Really, really angry.

"I deserved that," Spider-Man wheezed out, patting her thigh so that she'd let go. She didn't; the patting increased.

"Come on!" Peter growled out, sure, he could get out of this lock if he used his strength, but that'd probably hurt her, and that was something he didn't want since he'd have to kiss his training goodbye. "I'm sorry, okay?"

Since she wasn't listening, Peter decided to use a tame method.

He activated [Beast's Scent].

Though he wouldn't fuck her right now. This was just so she'd let him go.

A strange odor wafted in the air, and Peter knew that the scent was working, though when he looked down at her face; he was left a bit shocked for the first time. [Beast's Scent] wasn't working on her. Her face retained the same fury she had a moment ago, and there was no indication that she was horny, or that her expression slackened.

No. she appeared to be perfectly fine.

'How?' Peter thought; why wasn't [Beast's Scent] not working on her?

Though the scent didn't work as intended, Silver let go of him and stood up, walking away. Her hips swayed as she did so. Peter just stared, still in a bit of shock that [Beast's Scent]—a skill that had never failed him—didn't work on her.

"I'll be back. Meanwhile, get your mind out of the gutter, Spider. I won't tolerate this twice." Her cold words lingered for a bit more as Peter laid there on there on the ground, staring at the sky.

Yes, he definitely deserved that.