92: We're Not A Thing Bruh

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Peter and Felicia walked for a while, and after a while, Felicia slowed down so that Peter could catch up to her.

When they were finally near each other, the silence prevailed. They'd been walking in an awkward fashion ever since he had done that to her.

"So," Felicia said eventually. "How about... we go eat someday?"

Wow. Peter was a bit surprised. But oh well, not like this was unexpected. She had enough experience courting women already, so asking him out was easy for her.

He stared at her, giving her a long look.

Felicia kept gazing back into his eyes for a bit, but then she got flustered, it seemed. She looked away and mumbled something under her breath.

After a moment of silence, Peter spoke again.

"Well..." Peter began, stretching the word. "Sure?"

Felicia's eyes lit up, but she hid it in a jiffy.

When they got to the point where they had to part ways, Felicia jumped and gave him a quick side hug, kissing him on the cheek before running away.

Peter stared at her retreating, jiggling butt as she ran off into the distance.

He caressed his cheek where she kissed him.

"Wow..." He mumbled.

That felt way too great...

The way her soft and plushy lips touched his cheek made him feel warm all over. It wasn't just because he was ticklish there either. The feeling was more than that.

Peter shook his head, trying to clear his mind of those thoughts.

Then, he walked to his house, mumbling something under his breath.

Peter sat on his chair, looking around on the internet and the darkweb for any and every information he could find on Xavier and Mutants in general.

It didn't take long until a certain article caught his attention.

He read the article.

It wasn't anything special.

But it had certain things... Things the writer seemed to be trying to convey secretly.

He fumbled around for a bit, Peter managed to find a little bit about it, but it didn't concern him one bit, so he ignored the info and slumped back into his chair, wondering if he should just go and knock on the Xavier Institute instead of looking around the internet.

After all, the stuff on the internet could be fabricated and very well be fake.

The sound of the door to his room opening resounded, and Peter glanced in the general direction of the door.

It was Laura.

She was wearing a pair of shorts that came down below her knees, along with a shirt that was tied tight on her chest, showing off her ample breasts. Her hair had been brushed, making it look somewhat like she had put some effort into it.

A soft smile was on her lips as she walked inside, looking at him expectedly, rubbing his right arm nervously.

"You look cute," he praised her, giving her a light kiss on the cheek.

Laura smiled, blushing and letting out a small giggle.

Peter sighed.

Maybe he should let her stay with him for a few more days? Then he could send her off to her home.

Yes... Let's do that.

- Back When Gwen Hadn't Made Up Her Mind Yet -

A certain man was coming back home after his busy few days at work.

George Stacy was tired as heck, he'd never expected that the man who kidnapped Yuri would turn out to be the same murderer who had been killing people left and right.

And as the killer was dead, or so he assumed since Spider-Man seemed quite pissed, George had to take care of the repercussions caused by the death of the murderer.

The higher-ups were demanding answers—answers he did not have. Spider-Man had not shared anything, and neither had Yuri.

Fucking bastards, making him overwork.

As George cursed under his breath, he opened the door to his house and left everything weighing on his mind outside. Then, he smiled. It was time to meet Gwen.

"Hey Gwen!" He shouted out as soon as he entered the house, his voice echoing through the house. "I'm back."

George put his cap away, and quickly got to her. It was weird how she wasn't answering him.

'Oh,' he thought as he rushed towards her bedroom. 'Maybe she's sleeping?'

He placed his hand on the door handle and turned it slowly, hesitating for a moment before opening it.

The moment George walked in, he saw Gwen getting up from her bed. Upon seeing him, she smiled weakly.

George wanted to smile, but... There was something wrong with her smile.

She wasn't happy.

George figured that out in an instant.

"Sweety... What happened? Are you alright?"

Gwen's smile faltered a little.

Her eyes were watery, and her expression had gotten darker.

"Dad," she muttered, her voice breaking slightly.

What happened?

George was confused, but he took a breath and calmed himself, walking to her before making her sit on the bed. He sat down beside her as well.

"Now, tell me, what happened."

"We broke up."

Those words. Those two words made George's heart tremble a little.

He hadn't expected that. He couldn't believe that she had broken up with him.

Not when they were childhood sweethearts, loved each other, and not when she was pregnant with Peter's child.

He was angered a little, what did Peter do?

Calm down... George calmed himself, he wouldn't act rashly.

"Why? What happened? Can you explain to me, sweety?"

He would listen to her. From her expression alone, he knew she was heartbroken. He wouldn't say anything. He'd just let her vent.

"He cheated on me," Gwen murmured.

George's eyes widened, his face turning red.

"No... Not Peter! You can't mean—"

"Dad, please stop." Gwen snapped at him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this. It's between us now."

Gwen sniffled and wiped her eyes, sniffing once again before speaking.

"He didn't cheat on me. He's been cheating on me, Dad. With other girls. Lots of them. For months. And he doesn't love me anymore. He never loved me. He only used me."

Her expression was contorted with agony and pain, tears falling freely from her eyes.

"Please don't cry," George said awkwardly, hugging her tightly and trying to comfort her.

George's fingers traced her back gently, his nose buried into her hair.

"I understand honey," he whispered softly. "It'll be okay, it's okay..."

George talked with her for a while, letting her vent. Eventually, Gwen fell asleep in his arms.

George held her close, stroking her hair, a dark look on his face.

He was having a hard time with having faith in Peter anymore. He had been quite tolerant. But this... This was a bit too much.

George knew that there might be more to this than Gwen knew, so he was planning on meeting Peter.

George didn't want them apart.

If this was some kind of a misunderstanding, he wanted them to get back together. They were children, kind of—to him anyway—and children could react poorly when they thought they weren't loved by someone.

But Gwen was saying he cheated on her, with multiple women no less. George wasn't going to let this off so easily.

It seemed he needed to meet Peter.

George squinted his eyes.

Unaware of what was about to happen, Peter was busy making out with Laura in his bed.

"Ow," Peter grunted, feeling her elongated claws on his back.

Peter stopped for a moment, caught her wrists, and pushed them on the bed, kissing her again.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the door to his room opened, and May walked in, stopping as she looked at the two of them.

Peter and Laura were practically naked. They both had their clothes thrown on the floor, and May was shocked at what she saw.

"Uhm..." May stammered. "Hi... I'm home."

Laura froze, staring at her.

Peter, meanwhile, continued on kissing Laura's body, not caring about his aunt in the slightest.

He was fucking his aunt, and she knew he was fucking multiple women, so this wasn't a problem.

May was having a hard time breathing.

"Uh..." She coughed. "I'll uhm... I'll see myself out."

She was about to leave the room, but Peter opened a portal in front of her, a portal she walked inside.

Then, she fell down on the bed, and Peter grabbed her leg, pulling her toward him before he kissed her hungrily, much to the shock of Laura.

Peter didn't stop there, his hands touching her waist, groping her breasts, before pushing her further onto the bed, making her lie flat.

"Peter," May moaned as he pulled her top down, revealing her ample cleavage.

"Mmmphh~" May shivered as he kissed her neck, sucking on her skin.

He then lowered his head, licking her breasts and playing with her large tits.

"Nng..."

As Peter devoured May, Laura had the shock of her life.

She, of course, knew Aunt May.

The older woman had taken care of her, and Laura liked her quite a bit. But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was that May, who was Peter's aunt, was moaning like a bitch under her nephew's teasing.

But the even bigger problem, was that Peter was kissing another woman in front of Laura.

She thought that he wanted to start anew with her. After breaking up with that Gwen girl, he wanted to be with Laura. That was what went through Laura's mind.

But, then, why was he kissing another woman, his aunt no less, in front of her?!

Laura felt a little... Upset.

No, scratch that, Laura felt heartbroken.

"P-Peter...?" Laura's voice quivered.

Peter sighed, looking up at her.

Laura was glaring at him with teary eyes and puffed-up cheeks. She'd just seen him kissing another woman, so it was quite understandable.

But...

'This is why I didn't want to go for fucking teenagers.'

He'd only been targeting women older than him. Since they were a bit more mature, teenage girls, especially younger than 17, were quite sentimental.

Laura said nothing, and simply walked out of the room.

"Peter..." May sounded, catching his attention. "She didn't know...?"

"Forget about her," Peter rolled his eyes. Teenagers. He'll deal with her after she calmed down, he'd allow her to be sad a little. "I'll deal with her later, we aren't even a thing, I don't know why she's reacting this way."

Saying so, Peter dove down on May eating her whole.

After he was done with May, Peter walked out of the room, looking around for Laura.

He found her sitting on the sofa, hugging herself tightly and crying silently, her face red from her tears.

"Laura... What's wrong? Why did you run away?" Peter asked softly, sitting beside her on the sofa.

She didn't answer, but returned to glare at him.

Peter frowned visibly.

"Are we dating?"

He asked, and Laura froze.

"Tell me, are you my girlfriend?"

Laura remained silent, and Peter sighed.

"See? End of the whole thing," he said to her. "You aren't my girlfriend, and I'm not your boyfriend, meaning I am, in no shape or form, entitled to be faithful to you. It was just a fling, I was sad, you were drunk, and we made out. Deal with it. It's a different matter I decided to help you. And besides, I'm not interested in little girls."

He was being serious.

"If you have a problem with that, feel free to stay here and cry about it. I won't mind. It's only fair."

Peter gave her a serious look.

"I have multiple women, waiting to be fucked. My aunt included, what made you think I'll prefer you over them? We weren't a thing to begin with. Stop thinking we were."

Laura's lips trembled, her eyes watering further.

"So... So that means... You're... You're breaking up with me?"

Peter sighed.

"Breaking up? I fail to see when we even became something, we were never boyfriend girlfriend, so why do you think we were?"

He said, giving her an exasperated look.

Seriously, why would she think of him like that?

"But... b-but then why would you help me?" Laura stammered. "Why did you take me with you? Why did you say you'll take me home? I don't even have a home!"

"Because I'm a nice guy." Peter shrugged. "And also because I care about you."

Making sure she wouldn't misunderstand, he added.

"I don't love you, at all. But I do care for you, why? Because you're cute, and because you helped me get over a breakup."

Peter said, and Laura looked at him, tears running down her face.

"B-but..."

Peter sighed, and stood up.

He would leave her be for now, so that she could sort her mind.

Points: [21,110/100,000 SP]

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