74: Apology [03]

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"I'm fine, what about you?" Peter asked, smiling slightly as he sat down on the chair. "You look absolutely enchanting, by the way."

Felicia gave him a sly look, "Thank you; you don't look bad yourself."

They ordered some light stuff, and talked around for a bit, both knew why they were there. This wasn't a date, but since Felicia wasn't getting to the main point, Peter was giving her time.

Felicia knew that Peter was giving her time to say whatever she wanted to say to him, it was just that she'd never done this before. She'd never apologized to a boy, not after that bastard tried to ràpe her.

She'd basically constructed a wall around her that prevented every male from reaching her.

So she wasn't so very good at apologizing.

She always thought men were sex-driven and sex-craving monsters, and to a certain degree, she was certain that she was right. But there were men who weren't after pussy.

And Peter seemed one of them; she was genuinely enjoying her time with him today.

To the point she even considered what it would have felt like if he were her boyfriend. A thought she immediately tore to pieces.

And a thought that made her wake up. So, she quickly decided to get to the real reason as to why she'd asked him out on a 'date'.

She had to say though, Peter's rizz game was strong as fuck.

"Peter," she said slowly, sipping coffee. Why was she drinking coffee? She didn't know what to do other than that… and coffee gave her the nerve to say it out loud. "I'm sorry…"

She said it… she finally said it!

Felicia was so happy with herself. It wasn't as hard as she'd thought it would be. It was easy.

Peter, on the other hand, didn't forget to make a confused face.

He ignored the look of victory on her face though. It was pretty standard, after all. Conquering a fear, or even something as minor as saying sorry to some, can be quite victorious.

And as far as he knew, she was a 'rude' person that never apologized, or at least that was how she appeared to others. It might've just forced Felicia to not apologize, and to not say sorry.

It's an extremely simple word to say, but more often than not, it can be the most difficult thing to say to someone.

"What for?" Peter asked in confusion.

Of course, he needed to act the part of not remembering what she was apologizing for, even though he knew.

After all, he is supposed to appear as careless about her as he can. He does not care about her; a random hot girl from his school.

Felicia needs to understand that.

"Oh…?" Felicia let out a sound before recomposing herself. "I, I mean I'm sorry for being terrible to you."

Not just that, he needed her to say the things out loud so she could feel how terrible it was of her to do that to him.

It was manipulation, somewhat.

A thing people use almost daily without even knowing.

People are 'programmed' that way. Guilt tripping someone, making someone emotional by saying something, and much of other stuff.

A lot of people do it instinctually.

But Peter had some grasp over it, so he could use this 'asset' to his advantage.

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"You know…" Felicia shrugged. "How I made Miss. Maxwell teach you a lesson when you hadn't really harassed me or anything. Or how I've been terrible In general, like, you even helped me."

"Hmmm," Peter hummed, squinting at her, making it obvious on his face that he knew that she was hiding something. The real reason. "You know I don't care about that, right? Tell me the real reason."

Felicia shrunk slightly, and shifted uncomfortably on her chair. Her feet shifted slightly, and she started tapping her forefinger on the table.

"Um," she seemed at a loss for words, and her cheeks were flushing slightly. She was embarrassed, Peter bit back a chuckle. How cute. "Y-you see, I saw you dragging Jessica away—not that I was spying on you or something—and I thought that, you know, like, might be forcing her to do things she didn't want to do."

Now that Felicia thought of it, she really did think of the worst-case scenario; why though? She wasn't sure.

"And, you know, I ended up thinking the worst that you were going to force yourself on her. I hate that."

Peter propped both his hands on the table. He rested his elbows down on it, and leaned forward on his hands.

"Wow…" he wowed. "I'm quite the bad person in your eyes, huh."

Felicia winced, not sure why she was doing this in the first place. Why was she feeling bad about this? She wasn't a person like this at all. So why was she…

"Go on…" Peter sighed. "I sense a story there."

Felicia chewed on her lower lip.

"I asked Spider-Man for help?"

"Oh, cool." Peter did chuckle this time. "So I'm a criminal now too."

"I didn't mean that!" Felicia hissed. "Listen! I didn't know, okay? I asked his help, and he suggested we go ask Jessica about it; we did. Turns out you're just helping her with her powers. I'm sorry! What do you want me to do?!"

Peter gave her a cold, silent look, and Felicia flinched back into her seat.

"Look, Felicia, I don't want your apology; I don't want anything from you. You're the one who came to apologize and I'm grateful for that."

"But," he stood up and circled the table with calm, and collected footsteps. Felicia gulped as he got behind her, and slid his hands on top of her shoulder before diving down himself, his face coming near her right ear as she squirmed on the chair.

"If you tell anyone about Jessica's or my so-powers, you'll have to answer me." He whispered against her earlobe, his hot breath trickling down from her ear to her neck, and down to her bare shoulders. Felicia shivered slightly, her heart skipping a beat.

Peter then walked back to his seat and sat down like a gentleman.

Meanwhile, Felicia was left in her mind.

…What the actual fuck?

She couldn't believe she felt 'that' way because of this man. Even though he just threatened her, she… she felt like wanting that treatment more.

…She felt just like when her kleptomania acted up. Her heartbeat hastened, her stomach had this weird feeling, and she felt thrilled in general.

It was a feeling she liked.

But the problematic part was that she was feeling this way because of how he treated her… and that was unsettling.

Was her kleptomania somehow affecting her? She did recall her kleptomania acting up back when Peter made that golden sparkly thingy come out.

Was that some way or another having an effect on her? It was a fucking scary thought. It was only now that she realized how dangerous her kleptomania was, and how much it could affect her.

"Felicia?" Peter's calm and somewhat gentle voice called out to her, and Felicia's attention was torn away from her mind and onto this man.

"Y-yes?" She stuttered.

"Why are you so flushed?" He looked worried. What? Were her cheeks red? "I mean, are you sick or something? Should we go to a doctor?"

"N-no," Felicia took in a deep breath. "I'm… fine."

Peter stared at her for a while before an almost enlightened look appeared on his face.

"Wait, did I scare you somehow? If so, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just whispered in your ears because I don't want that information getting caught in some camera or microphone."

That's not it dummy…

Felicia was genuinely red.

Not because she was afraid, not because she was sick. Not because her kleptomania might be acting up, even.

She was red because of a simple reason.

…She was wet.

When he came and whispered in her ear, her pussy somehow spasmed out some juices. She didn't climax or anything, it was just that she became wet for some reason.

And that was very embarrassing.

Was it really her kleptomania or was she some sort of a pervert? A pervert who got turned in by being treated like… that?

A closet pervert that just discovered her kink?

Somehow, she wasn't against this idea.

Felicia knew that she was loose in the head, somewhat, so it wouldn't be that strange if it turned out like that.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked with some concern seeping through his tone, concern that made her even more flustered.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Why the fuck is she thinking like this for someone else's man?!

He had a girl, didn't he?!

FUCK!

Felicia was annoyed.

Honestly, after that incident in freshman year, she couldn't feel anything toward any man. That's why she turned to girls, to release those pent-up emotions.

But, but, but now that she finally felt something, or just had to be someone she couldn't be with.

What an irony.

Felicia chuckled.

"That's good," Peter gave her a relieved smile, and Felicia flushed a little further.

She tipped the coffee while thinking of something really really strange, and weird.

…Maybe she should steal this man?

But she threw this away almost instantly; she didn't want to hurt a girl's feelings just so she could get with a man.

"Anyways," she slammed the cup on the table to distract her mind from these terrible and scary thoughts that reminded her too much of a yandere girl from any anime. "I wanna see that golden circle thingy."

She demanded, which was just cute in Peter's eyes.

"Sure," he said, and stood up. Then, he offered Felicia a hand. "Let's go somewhere more private then."

Without thinking much, Felicia caught his hand, and stood up.

"What about paying 'em?"

"Don't worry," Peter said, he'd already paid them, more than enough for a few meals.

While they walked, Peter was having a difficult time keeping a straight face.

Why?

Because he was seeing her [Status] with [Sexual Sight] right now.

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Name: Felicia Hardy

Title: Black Cat, Kitten, Cat, Kitty, Fee-Fee, Licia,

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Species: Mutant

Status: Wet, weirded out by herself, thinking of stealing you, horny, excited, feeling bad…

Virgin: Yes

Anal Virgin: Yes

Affection: 40%

Love: 89% (has fallen, but is in denial)

Horniness: 78%

Fear: 40%

Loyalty: 91%

Trust: 78%

Likes: Peter, stealing, thrill of stealing, getting bossed around, being dominated, girls

Dislikes: Men, drugs, ràpe, force, nonconsensual sex

Description: Loves the thrill that stealing gives her. She mostly steals stuff from people her mother has helped in any way or form because her mother is usually helping the scum of society

She's afraid of what she recently discovered about herself. About her 'kink' so to say—which she thinks is being dominated by you. Or your fear.

She's afraid. She knows she wants to steal you, but is afraid. She doesn't want to hurt Gwen since she of all people knows how that feels better than anyone. Why? Because Betty was 'stolen' from her by that fat pig, Ned. At least that's what she thinks.

A yandere in development

Difficulty: A++ (Is quite difficult, but your lucky stars have helped you. She has some mental issues and certain 'triggers'. One of said 'triggers', you managed to trigger it which is causing her to have thoughts of 'stealing' you away from Gwen.)

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Dayum…

Peter was quite surprised by what he was seeing. This was… really unsettling, exciting, and confusing at the same time.

He was really surprised at the big jump in her stats. She, quite literally, hated him just a few days ago, and now, she was somewhat head-over-heels for him.

To be honest, this was kind of bullshit. He didn't believe he could have this big an effect on someone.

Plus… she's a yandere in development.

He's fucked, isn't he?

Peter suddenly laughed in the middle of their walk, and shrugged it off, ignoring the weird look Felicia was giving him.

'What's life without a little crazy?'

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