88: Coming Clean [02]

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Classes were boring.

Really boring.

Peter had nothing new to learn, everything was a chore, and girls kept giving him weird glances coupled with the boys.

Why though?

As far as Peter remembered, they hadn't looked at him like that before.

But then, when Ned pointed it out, Peter realized the reason.

He was a fucking beast now.

Quite literally.

During the time he'd been away from school, his body had gone through some sort of little transformation. Which, at first glance, wasn't much—just like back when he became Spider-Man and a lot of people didn't notice the change in his body—but if someone were to look more closely, they'd easily spot the difference.

The difference was even more apparent now; after all, Peter had gained more visible muscles and his body had buffed out.

It was no wonder the girls were staring at him. He was hot now!

They wanted a bang now, It seemed, from him of course. And Peter would, surely, bang the shit out of them when he was on another of his Midtown Hunt, but for now, he was not going to touch them.

After all, today was the day he was going to confess to Gwen. About everything. About how he was cheating on her. About he would continue to do so, technically. About his little harem. And about how it would continue to grow.

Peter was sure that she wouldn't be particularly happy about this, heck, she might just be outright mad at him, bust his balls or something. But that didn't really matter.

What mattered was that he was finally going to come clean.

So, when the school came to an end, he grabbed her by the wrist and just silently dragged her outside.

"What's up?" She asked once they were away from everyone else, who were already talking amongst themselves about whatever they discussed.

"I need to talk to you," Peter said, still dragging her along.

"About what?" Gwen raised an eyebrow. "You have my attention already."

Peter sighed.

"Let's just... Get something to eat first." He said, and walked towards the nearest diner.

"Okay..." She agreed, following him.

The two got a booth, ordered their food, and started eating.

Gwen looked at him suspiciously as he ate his fries.

"So, you gonna tell me why we're here?"

"Nope." He replied simply.

"What?! Why not?!" Gwen's eyes twitched, probably wondering why he would even bring her here if he didn't even want to say whatever he wanted to say to her.

"Because I... I want to spend time with you..."

In truth, he was afraid. He knew she would react as a girl would when she found out her boyfriend—No, scratch that. When she found out that the father of her future child was cheating on her with other women and would continue to do so even if she agreed to be with him afterward, Peter wondered how over she'd react.

"Eh?" Gwen seemed confused.

"Okay," she just shrugged in the end.

And they silently continued eating, and then, Peter took her around, visiting places, eating snacks and other stuff.

Needless to say, they had an absolute blast together. Gwen seemed happy, really happy, so happy that Peter couldn't gather the courage.

He felt guilty.

If he could, he would just stay with Gwen, maybe marry her in the future. But no, he'd come too far, he already had so many girls.

He was a bastard, he knew that, but he couldn't do anything to change this. Peter wondered if he could delay this a little, maybe a bit more?

Just a few more days?

He could spend that time with her. Just a few more-

Peter stopped, and slapped himself on the cheeks. He sighed audibly, and grabbed her wrist, and took her to a secluded area.

He didn't want people to hear.

"I'm not used to these things, you know?" Peter started, his voice coming out with much difficulty.

"I've been hiding stuff from you, but I've never felt the urge to confess." His voice was a bit hoarse, much to Gwen's confused eyes, eyes that did nothing but pain him further.

She had so much trust in him.

Fuck.

Peter ground his teeth.

"But... But I think I've gone far enough... it's time I confess." He took in a deep breath. "I... I can't help myself anymore, Gwen. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I've been cheating dammit!" Peter blurted out, it was better to come clean without any sugary words. "I... I haven't been faithful to you. I sleep around with multiple women. I have multiple girlfriends. Heck, I fuck my own aunt! And I don't think I'll ever stop."

He huffed, and couldn't help but wince slightly, staring at Gwen's blank expression.

But he couldn't stop now... He needed to tell her... No, he wanted to tell her.

"Every time I do it, I think of you. I love you dammit, but I... I'm far too down in this... I can't stop... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry. I wish I could hide it from you, forever. So that we could go on with our lives, but... But every time we go out, every time I see that enchanting smile on your face, every time I look at you, I can't stop myself from drowning in guilt."

"So..." Peter huffed. "I needed to... I want to get it out. I know you won't forgive me, I don't deserve forgiveness. Just... Just don't leave me. I know it's selfish of me. Heck, I sound crazy don't I?" Peter started chuckling self-mockingly.

He stared at her, stopping. He couldn't continue. Her lips were quivering, and her eyes were wet, welling with tears as she looked at him, pleading with her eyes for this to be false. For this to be a bad dream. For this to not be real.

"Gwen I... I'm so-" He raised his hand, closing on her.

But Gwen slapped him, hard, she didn't hold back. It stung like a bitch. It really did. But that wasn't what Peter cared about.

His heart pained to see her like this.

"Stop!" She yelled, making him flinch. "Don't say another word, please. Just leave me alone!"

Tears streamed down Gwen's face. She was breathing heavily, her face was red, and her eyes were filled with tears and a look of betrayal was apparent on her visage.

Peter opened and closed his mouth again and again but he couldn't find the right words. He couldn't bear to see her cry. Not like this.

"Please... Please..." She sniffled, wiping the tears off her cheeks, and sitting down on the ground. "Just leave me alone."

A knot was stuck in Peter's throat, his stomach was heavy, and his heart pained.

Peter couldn't take it anymore.

He sat next to her, looking at Gwen's face.

"I'm sorry. For everything. I wish there was a way we could have worked things out. But I can't. I needed to tell you. I don't want this to end Gwen-"

"We're done, Peter," Gwen said between her sobs. "I already gave you a chance, but I never even imagined you'd do something like this."

Peter wanted to say something, but he couldn't find any words.

"Please, just... Just go." She begged, holding her head in her hands.

Peter couldn't leave her like this.

Not now, not like this.

"I'm sorr-"

"Don't you dare say sorry again!" She yelled at him. "Just leave me alone, will you?!"

Peter bit his lower lip, and sighed.

His heart was heavy, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't bring himself to.

So, after opening a portal and pushing her through, he turned around.

Gwen looked at Peter as he turned to leave, walking away, his feet heavy.

He didn't look back.

And neither did she. Gwen just stormed into her house, slamming the door of her room shut before jumping into her bed, forcing her head into the pillow as she let loose.

"Hey... You okay?"

The woman sitting next to him asked. Peter was drinking alcohol for the first time since coming to this world. He didn't have his usual smile or sparkle of interest. It was a little strange, but he couldn't seem to muster the energy for it either.

"Yeah."

Peter answered this unknown, but surely piping hot, woman sitting next to him, his tone of voice was anything but 'fine', though. He was absent-minded.

He had been drinking more and more today. The reason, however, wasn't because he wanted to get drunk. Rather it was that he just seemed unable to stop himself from doing so.

It was a very good way to cope with his break-up with Gwen, it seems. He would drink a lot, while feeling the loneliness of separation in his chest. Yet after five days of this process, Peter had finally come to regret something.

It was not what he drank. Rather it was how much he did drink.

But oh well, it didn't matter, he would continue to do so.

"You don't appear fine..." The woman said, moving closer, nudging him with her elbow as she leaned on the counter. She stared at him, and smiled coyly. "In fact, you seem unhappy."

At least she's more honest than him. Peter chuckled self-loathingly.

It was true that this girl was quite attractive. Her body showed signs of being rather athletic. Even though she was wearing a t-shirt over a tank top, there were visible muscles under her skin. Though Peter thought it was a bit too revealing, he still found her appealing.

She looked around twenty years old, which made her a few years older than him.

"Well," Peter stared at the glass, coiling it in his hand, "I am sad."

"What happened?" She asked, leaning forward.

"Ah, nothing really," Peter replied, not really giving her much attention even when she so blatantly showed him her breasts. "It was just my last relationship ending."

"Oh..." She smirked, though he didn't seem to catch. "I wonder if I can help?" She leaned toward him, drawing dangerously close to his lips.

Peter stared at her, unblinking. He stared at her, for real, for the first time. She was hot.

"I wonder..." He whispered, looking her in the eyes again before sighing and nearing.

Then he kissed her.

The kiss went on for quite some time, and it was actually pretty good. Not like she tasted bad or anything. She might have quite the athlete's body, but her lips were soft.

Peter knew this could be a trap... But... He just wanted to vent a little.

"Mmm!" A moan escaped the woman's mouth as she broke away from his lips.

It felt nice.

"What do you say?" She licked her lips. "Should we get a room?"

Peter knew that this was a bad idea, but they got a room in the end anyway.

And he slammed her against the shut door once he got inside the room.

He stared at her green eyes, and traced his hair along her black hair before leaning forward and catching her lips.

"Thanks," Peter whispered in a husky voice while their tongues danced and tangled together. He could feel her hands on the back of his head as she pushed herself closer to him.

They kissed for a while.

And before long, Peter found his clothes torn on the ground and him on the bed, with the woman sitting on top of him, her pussy lined on his cock.

He was drunk, sure, but he was not that drunk. His spider genes, let's say, didn't let him get fully drunk.

So, when she slammed down on his cock and he felt as if he tore some kind of defense, he realized she was a virgin.

Although he couldn't care less as she started moving without even a wince just after, blood trickling down his cock.

She rode him like an animal, slamming down on his cock and taking it all into her wet bloody pussy.

She leaned forward, kissing his neck and whispering words he couldn't understand.

Peter rolled them over so that the girl would be underneath him.

She moaned in pleasure as he entered her wet folds again and again, causing him to grunt as well. His dick was throbbing from the heat of her pussy.

The woman moved up, grabbing his back for support as she started kissing him again, her tongue pushing into his mouth.

Peter had no idea what he did right then, but it felt great. He didn't know the conveniences this would bring, probably, but he didn't care.

He just wanted to fuck this woman tonight.

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