55: Hot *

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There was a frown on Gwen's eyebrows, a pout of concentration, and a contemplative shimmer in her bright blue eyes.

"What about Harry if it's a boy and Rose if it's a girl?" Gwen said but shook her head. "Nah. Something else. Why don't give some suggestions, Peter?" she gave him an adorable look.

Peter couldn't help but chuckled and move in to give her a peck on the lips.

"You can think of the names," he said to her. "I'll just look at you think."

Gwen was annoyed, and Peter just chuckled. She was going to say something, when another voice sounded, cutting her off.

"Mr. Parker?" said their English teacher, Natalie Maxwell, coming in front of them, giving Peter a stink eye.

"Yes, Miss. Maxwell?" Peter asked, a bit surprised. What did she have to do with him?

"Miss. Felicia has some complaints about your behavior regarding her, I would advise you to stop what you're doing." She smiled, giving Gwen a look. "You have a very brilliant girlfriend, please keep yourself in check."

Peter blinked. What?

"Um, excuse me?" Peter asked, dumbfoundedly. "I do not know what you are talking about, Miss. Natalie." Peter said, and Natalie just gave him a tight-lipped smile before taking her leave.

Peter shrugged, "What was that about?"

"Did you hit on Felicia?" Gwen asked.

"What? Why would you think so?" he asked.

"I mean, that's what she was talking about, no?" Gwen raised an eyebrow, and that's when it clicked for Peter. But wait… he hadn't really hit on Felicia as Peter, as Spider-Man though, he'd done a lot more than just hitting on her.

"I didn't." Peter denied. "I mean, sure, she's pretty and all that, but I've not hit on her at all."

"Is she, now?" Gwen asked.

Peter smirked, "Is wifey jealous?"

And there came the elbow in his ribs.

"Ow! You know I'm kidding right?"

"Of course," Gwen said, smiling.

Peter laughed, "Come on." And hugged her sideways.

"Actually," Peter said, a curious look on his face. "What would you do if I really did?"

Gwen stopped, and gave him a stare before she continued walking, humming contemplatively as she did so.

"Hmm. I would beat you up. Cry, maybe. Actually, I don't know what I'd do."

Peter just chuckled on the outside, but he was depressed inside. Fuck. Things just had to be difficult, no?

While walking, Peter caught Felicia on the other side of the hallway. She was looking his way, and when their eyes met, she flinched slightly, smiled awkwardly, and showed him her tongue before running away.

Peter narrowed his eyes; she'd used him for some reason, hadn't she? Peter knew she'd used him somehow, and he definitely didn't like that. Not at all.

He'd do something about her once she was his main target—which she wasn't, not for now, at least. Peter still had Jessica. And there was Silver too.

Peter just sighed, and moved on with the hours, doing everything he does, usually.

Peter was training with Silver, and she was really grumpy today, for some reason.

"Why so grumpy?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Silver looked up. "Nothing… just tired, is all."

Peter saw an opportunity and smirked under his mask.

"I can give you a massage?"

she eyed him critically, and Peter raised his hands in the air.

"I won't do anything inappropriate. You don't need to worry. You don't even need to move from the chair; just sit tight, and I'll work my magic."

Silver pondered over it for long, but as she didn't find anything wrong with it, she just nodded, relaxing back into the chair.

Peter's smirk widened under his mask, and he activated [Sexual Boost].

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[Sexual Boost]

Skill type: Active

Description: The user can induce a certain pheromone which will have certain effects on a single target at a time. This pheromone can cause: complete sexual arousal (dripping/drenching cunt etcetera), extreme lust, enhanced sensitivity to sexual pleasure, and causing them to crave sexual interaction with the user.

Uses: 1 times/day (more uses can be bought)

Time limit: 60 mins

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Sure, [Beast's Scent] had no effect on her, and she wouldn't react—more like she could control herself to not react. But there was a big difference between [Beast's Scent] and [Sexual Boost]. Where the former was an area of effect(AOE) skill, the latter was more of a focused-on-a-single-target skill. And Peter was sure that there had to be a difference, it had to work, even if just a little.

Silver's emotions about him had also increased, so there was a chance this would work, slightly though.

As the skill activated, Peter didn't see any change in Silver, however, he did feel that she relaxed a little. So, even though she might've just relaxed herself and it wasn't the skill's doing, this was a good start.

Then, through Peter's will, his gloves vanished, and his hands were out. He knew that she could, maybe, or even certainly, find his real identity if she got a hold of his handprints. But Peter didn't care, he knew her well enough. She wouldn't do anything bad even if she came to know of his Identity.

Peter lowered his hands to touch—massage—her body parts.

She softened under his touch as he massaged every part of her. Well, not really 'every' part, but whatever. He massaged with a soft pressure behind her back, and Silver had no reaction other than a nod of approval. She was liking this massage; it helped her relax a bit.

He caressed her wrists and stroked her forearms. And even though Silver found it weird, she didn't protest, and let him do as he wished. So far, he wasn't doing anything inappropriate, so it was all fine. He rested his hand on her thigh, kneading her softly. Silver sighed. Then he let his hand drift over her calves before he massaged her ankles.

Silver released sighs, and squirmed slightly. Though Peter was a bit surprised, he thought that the skill had probably partially taken effect. So, he looked at her with [Sexual Sight], focusing only on a particular part of the panel that appeared in front of his vision.

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Name: Silver Sablinova

Title: Silver-Sable, Cold Beauty, etcetera

Sex: Female

Age: 36

Species: Human

Status: Relaxed, excited, a bit embarrassed at your touch, maybe a bit horny,

Virgin: No

Anal Virgin: Yes

Affection: 60% (She considers you her student, is proud of your achievements, and feels indebted to you for helping Symkaria by saving them in the Symkarian Pride Parade)

Love: 49% (Your flirty nature doesn't fit right with her, but the spark seems to have been blown into a little fire. After spending a lot of time with you, she is falling, slowly, but seems to be in denial.)

Horniness: 25% (she has absolute self-control, but your 'magic' seems to be working.)

Fear: 05% (You're stronger than her, so of course, she'd fear you, plus your monstrous growth in a single day.)

Loyalty: 80%

Trust: 85% (Her trust in you has increased a lot)

Likes: Spider-Man, Spider-Man's massage, Symkaria,

Dislikes: Spider-Man,

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To say Peter was surprised would be an understatement. Peter was, quite literally, shocked. He hadn't checked her with his [Sexual Sight] for a while now, and… look what happened.

Peter continued massaging her, and soon enough, Silver let out a soft moan. She didn't seem to notice it, or maybe she just acted oblivious, but Peter didn't care.

…He was aroused too.

After massaging her for a while, Silver seemed to have had enough.

"Thanks," she said. "That's… enough."

Peter stopped, and she stood up from her chair, stretching contentedly as she did so. Then, she smiled—she fucking smiled!—and looked him over. Her gaze did linger on his bulge for a jiffy longer before she walked into the mansion.

Though she managed to hide it, Peter was able to see her status.

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Status: Relaxed, really excited, really embarrassed that she'd moaned during your massage, trying to hide her arousal and that she'd cam, super sensitive, horny

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Dayum…

Peter didn't know he had such OP hands. If he'd known beforehand, he would've used them to their fullest potential.

He sighed, sitting on the chair she was sitting on, thought for a while, shook his, and finally opened a portal to Mary Jane's room. He'd gone into her house quite a lot of times, so he knew where to go.

Mary wasn't wearing much. She was in her panties and bra, and nothing more. She was seemingly changing her clothes, and Peter couldn't help but gaze at her. Whatever there might have been between them, Mary Jane—especially this version—was hot as fuck. He might've belittled her before, but that was just him being petty.

She was hot.

Super hot.

And he wanted to use her since he'd been aroused by Silver's sultry sighs and moans so much that he'd wanted to fuck her there and then, but he'd somehow managed to retain control over himself. At least enough control to teleport out of there before things escalated to something more.

He wouldn't mind fucking Silver, as it was kind of his goal with her, but it was too early, and Peter didn't want her to go away. She was useful; she'd help him greatly in the future too. That's exactly why he wanted to make her his own.

When Peter appeared out of nowhere, or when she noticed, Mary squealed in fright, but she was silenced by the kiss he forced on her.

Mary was a bit frightened at first, but then she noticed that it was just Peter, so she let her lips part to let him enter her mouth. He was inside her in an instant, it was wet. Her tongue moved forward, and Peter embraced her before she found her clothes vanishing in thin air. She felt the air tickle her pussy. It was dry a few moments ago, but it was getting wetter by the second.

Peter lifted her up, gently, his clothes vanishing, too, as he slowly moved towards her bed, his painfully erect penis—due to Silver—pressing hard against her lower abdomen.

The kiss ended, and Mary gasped for breath.

She wanted to say something, but couldn't as she felt herself getting thrown at the bed. Peter lunged at her, spreading her legs apart as his head went in between, caressing her thighs as he gave her pussy lips a lick. Mary grabbed onto his hair, her back arching like a stretching cat as she bit her lower lip, releasing a soft moan of pleasure.

He was being surprisingly gentle. Mary wondered about the occasion. She didn't mind him being gentle, however. She likes it much. It makes her feel cared for.

After playing with her vagina, Peter moved up, looking over at her like a hungry predator before moving down, and giving her a nasty kiss. Her love juices were all over his lips and mouth, but Mary didn't mind the salty taste, she couldn't mind the taste as she released a moan of pleasure inside his mouth. He'd entered her swiftly, reaching her depths.

His hands found her fingers, gripping them gently as his raging cock widened inside her, making her shudder, releasing a moan as she felt his cock vibrate inside her. She came just after and felt herself tighten around his fast-moving cock further.

She didn't know why he was being gentle with her. He'd always been rough. Played with her like a toy. Something seemed different today. While she enjoyed his rough nature quite a lot, some gentle behavior was a nice change of pace.

She might get addicted to this. But she also knew better. She couldn't get addicted. She knew too well he won't be gentle with her much. She was his cumdump, his fucktoy—as he liked to call her—and she was happy with being just that. She'd thought hard about this, so very hard, along with Liz, but both had come to this conclusion.

They couldn't live without his dick.

And they'd even be his bitches for it.

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