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Kamar-Taj [02]

After coming to an accord, and talking about some important stuff, Peter was ordered to move and stand with his fellow students and practice using the sling ring.

Peter knew nothing about what he was supposed to do. So, he walked around in order to find someone he could ask from. Sure, there were many students here, and he could surely ask from them, but Peter had seen a particular someone, and he wanted to learn from her if possible.

He walked around for a while in his peculiar outfit.

The Spider-Man suit and apprentice robes. It was quite a strange combination. Anyways, after walking for a few minutes and enjoying the view, Peter finally found her.

Sitting a distance away from him was a blonde girl, who sat with her eyes closed and her blonde hair fluttering due to the yellow-orange constructs of light around her. Her fluttering hairs were beautiful, and so was she herself.

But Peter's attention wasn't on her beauty, but on the implications wrought by her existence.

He had his suspicions before, but he was certain now.

Peter sighed, and approached her. Then, he sat down in front of her, staring at her concentrating like that.

She was his age, probably.

Almost as if she sensed his presence-which she certainly did-the blonde opened her eyes and looked at him impassively. Her gaze was cold.

She did not say anything, so Peter decided to take the initiative.

"Hi, I'm Spider-Man." She ignored him; Peter wasn't bothered either. "I want to learn from you."

She looked at him with her eyebrow raised.

"Why?" she asked finally.

"Well…" Peter scratched his head. "How should I say this? I find you similar to me? No, not that. But we are similar enough."

"How so?" said she, sounding genuinely curious.

"Well, you're a mutant for one."

She stiffened and immediately shot an eldritch whip at him. Peter's spider-sense shrieked, and he dodged out of the way.

"Come on," Peter sighed. "What's with girls and them attacking me even though I just want to talk?"

"Probably you being a creep in that you know too much?"

"Well, sorry that I'm a spider with good senses."

"Spider?"

Peter nodded slowly as he shot a web at her, which she promptly destroyed.

["Teach apprentice spider while I'm busy with something else, will you?"] The Ancient One's voice resounded in her mind and the blonde grunted as her face scrunched.

"I hate you already, spider."

"What? Why? I didn't even do anything, I just wanna learn magic."

The girl nodded.

"Magik." She spoke.

"Yeah, magic, I wanna learn magic."

"No, not magic, it's Magik." Magik stressed. "My name is Magik."

"Oh… is that so." Peter tilted his head. He, of course, knew her name was Magik, but he had to act the oblivious part since he didn't really know her. Though her existence confirmed a lot of things; such as there are mutants in this world. With X-Men and The Brotherhood in tow.

Oh… and Deadpool. Probably.

Peter should've suspected this when he saw the notification with Phoenix Force's name in it, but he was too busy panicking, so he didn't notice. But, oh well, it didn't matter.

"Nice to meet you, Magik." Peter smiled under his mask, offering her his hand for a handshake. "I'm Spider-Man."

"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes. "Like there weren't any better names."

"What? I think it's a good name." Peter defended.

"Well…" Magik sighed. "Anyways, let's get to learning magic, as you call it."

"How much do you know about Magic?"

"Well, she's beautiful for one."

Magik stiffened before glaring at him.

"Magic, as in abracadabra magic, not me. There's a difference between M-A-G-I-C and M-A-G-I-K!"

"Okay, sheesh. Calm down."

Then, she started explaining beginner stuff to Peter.

"Anyways," Magik began, creating a yellow-orange construct. "This golden energy is called Eldritch Energy. A type of dimensional energy. You'll be practicing Eldritch Magic."

"Eldritch Magic is utilized by the Master of the Mystic Arts. It's a light-based magic that produces sparks and fiery energy, mostly in yellowish orange color-referred as golden, by some."

Peter nodded.

"This energy not only produces light but provides warmth as well. It's very versatile, and can be used to generate constructs of tangible energy."

The construct above her hand morphed into a baseball bat before changing into a shield of sorts.

"As you can see, these constructs can take the shape of melee weapons or shields. Many other shapes as well; it all depends on your imagination in the end, after all. And capability, of course."

Peter looked at the shield, which vibrated before morphing into a circular disk with jagged and sharp edges as it wriggled and transformed into a sort of shuriken. Then, it started spinning, fast.

"Can be extremely dangerous and lethal, if used right."

"Other than that," she said, waving her hand as the shuriken puffed into sparks before specific formations and geometric patterns appeared in a circle, which were in front of her hand. "You can cast spells by conjuring complex formations and geometric shapes with the Eldritch Energy."

"Do you understand?"

Peter nodded, "Yes." This was interesting for a nerd like him, especially since he was an intelligent person who only believed in science.

"Now," Magik sighed, and threw him something. Peter caught it instinctually. It was a sling ring. "Opening a portal using a sling ring is technically the easiest thing you can do with Eldritch Energy. So, you'll be practicing and trying to open a portal. Then, we'll move on to something else, I don't know."

Peter wore the ring on his fingers before he copied the students' stance. It was quite easy to copy that stance. Then, he brought his hand forward and waved in a circle, focusing to create a portal to the warehouse.

This will be easy.

A circle formed, and sparks burst out before they calmed down, breaking the circle as it vanished into thin air.

Okay, maybe not so easy.

Peter sighed and continued practicing for an hour or so with no result whatsoever.

Peter stopped; what is he missing here?

Sure, he was doing all the movements pretty well, and he was focusing too, so, what could be the problem?

Maybe he lacked something basic?

So, what happens in teleportation?

Simply put, at point-A, a 'gate' is opened. And so is one opened on point-B. If he considered the space he needs to cross as a paper, then if he were to fold said paper in a way that points A and B perfectly line up; teleportation.

So, with that simple concept in mind, Peter thought of the place in front of him as point 'A' and closed his eye for a single second to imagine the warehouse as point 'B'. Then, he tried to bend the 'paper' so that points 'A' and 'B' lined up properly as he waved his hand in a circle.

And lo and behold, a second of sparks later, a big circular portal opened up, the insides of which, wobbled for a jiffy before morphing into the scenery inside the warehouse.

Yuri was asleep on the bed he made, fully naked.

Peter quickly closed the portal, thinking of closing it with a simple thought while he hoped no one saw.

"Whew-"

"Who was that?"

Peter stiffened and turned to look at who it was, and sighed when he saw that it was just Magik.

"My girlfriend?"

"Oh… okay,' Magik nodded. "Anyways, congratulations on opening a portal."

"How long have you been here?" Peter asked.

"Um, since the start?"

Magik just blinked.

"Anyways, think of Eldritch Magic as an advanced science. Maybe think of it as programs to alter the world? Maybe that's not the best analogy, but whatever. Now that you've learned to use a portal, it's time to get to the next par-"

"Actually," Peter raised his hand to stop her. "I need to go home now."

She stared at him dumbfoundedly.

"I got permission from the Ancient One."

He did, actually. He'd talked some 'conditions' with her, before coming to an accord.

Before Magik could say anything, Peter waved her goodbye before opening a portal to an alley near his house. He hopped in the portal, closing it just after. Then, he stored the sling ring in his [Inventory] and moved towards his house before jumping in through the window to his room.

Peter unsummoned the suit and slumped down on his bed.

He sighed, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the time.

[02:21 a.m.]

Peter should sleep for a bit, no?

"But first…"

Peter looked over at the system notifications he'd gotten.

He needed to check them.

[Eldritch Magic learned!]

[Generating Skill!]

[Eldritch Magic(Lvl: 01)]

Description: A type of magic utilized by Master of the Mystic Arts. Eldritch energy is used to form constructs of yellow-orange light. It can be used to conjure complex shapes, forms, formations, and geometric shapes to perform 'magic'. The Eldritch energy is a dimensional energy.

[The user has learned a 'skill' without the system's help!]

[A reward is being issued!]

[+1,000 SP]

[If a skill is learned, the user will be rewarded according to the skill's 'status']

Peter was a bit surprised.

So, he could earn SP by learning new magic, or, new skills as well? Good to know, he was thinking that he might have to go on a world hunt in the near future, and fuck countless women just so he could get enough points to level up. Ugh, even Peter wasn't that big a degenerate, so he was happy to know that SP could be earned by different methods as well.

Anyways, Peter continued scrolling through the remaining notifications.

[A Sub-Skill learned!]

[Teleport(Lvl: 01)]

Description: Open a portal with the help of a sling ring to any place in mind. This is, technically, the easiest thing to do in Eldritch Magic.

-a sling ring is required to open a portal. Level up this skill to use teleportation without any sling ring.

[The user has learned a 'sub-skill' without the system's help!]

[A reward is being issued!]

[+500 SP]

[7,100/20,000 SP]

[SP will be rewarded only once if a sub-skill of a skill is learned. not twice. not for the sub-skill under the same skill. If it's a sub-skill of a different skill, SP will be rewarded]

Peter was surprised at the number of SP he'd made. He could buy skills, but he shook his head. He should just sleep now; he'd buy all the skills when he had enough points. Of course, if the situation didn't call for it.

Thinking so, Peter closed his eyes for a good night's sleep.

The next day.

The breakfast at the table was awkward. Especially after what Peter had said last night. May, on the other hand, was kind of thinking about the recent changes in her.

There was no use denying it.

She was sexually attracted to Peter.

Maybe romantically as well.

This was so wrong. So, so wrong. But she couldn't help but get a sense of repulsion as well. He was her nephew for God's sake. Sure, they weren't blood-related, but that didn't void the fact that he was, in fact, her nephew. More so, he had a girlfriend. She didn't want to hurt Peter and Gwen's relationship.

She'd accepted her feelings now.

She'd accepted her strange side.

In her mind, the idea of fucking her nephew was so hot. Incest was so hot. But, she knew, the biggest reason behind why she was feeling like this was also because Peter reminded her of Ben a lot.

Again, it was wrong. It was wrong to think like this about her nephew just because he reminded her of her late husband, but she couldn't take it. She was horny, she was having sexual dreams about her nephew every night, and this made her really uncomfortable in his presence.

"May?"

"Ah- um, yes?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Of course! Of course, everything's alright. Why would anything be wrong? Everything is alright."

Peter squinted his eyes at her.

"I see," he sighed, getting up.

"You're definitely bothered about something. Telling me or not is up to you."

"So," Peter said, leaning on the table as he stared at her. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just fucking you in my dreams, and am having thoughts of doing it in reality too. There's nothing wrong with that, right?" Like May could say anything like that. She would never. She loved Peter, and she wouldn't lose him over some pathetic heat she was in.

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Chapter 30

30: Kamar-Taj [03]

"Nothing. I'm totally fine." May said, avoiding eye contact.

"I see," Peter said, sounding a bit hurt.

"W-what?" May was baffled. She looked up, only to see Peter giving her a sad, tight-lipped smile.

"So, I'm not as trustworthy as I thought huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Otherwise, you would've told me if something was going on. I'm not a kid May. Not anymore."

"H-hey! It's nothing like that! I trust you very much! More than anyone in this world." May panicked.

"Then tell me what's wrong."

"It's just… it's j-just…"

She hesitated, opening her mouth a couple of times to speak, but no words came out. In the end, May couldn't say anything and lowered her head.

"Haha," Peter chucked self-mockingly as he straightened.

"I'll be going out for a while. Will be back in the evening. Love you." Peter said, his voice hoarse and saddened. Then, he pecked her on the cheeks and walked out of the door.

May just sat there, gaping like a fish before she groaned and started massaging her temples.

"Fuck…"

Peter sighed, cursing himself for turning into such a manipulative bastard.

Things he does to fuck his own aunt. Peter shook his head, walked into an alley, summoned his suit, and wore the sling ring before waving his hand in a circular motion.

A portal to Kamar-Taj opened up, and Peter stepped through.

He was going to be here the whole day; he had the perfect excuse for being out too.

Anyways, Peter had yet to move when a portal opened beside him and the Ancient One came out of it.

"Oh, teacher." Peter bowed as a courtesy. "What is the next thing I need to learn? Will you be teaching me personally?"

"No," The Ancient One shook her head. "You will be learning everything by yourself. I will be merely helping you out if you reach a bottleneck and can't get over it by yourself."

Saying so, she opened a portal and pushed Peter through.

"Wha-" Peter was going to shout at her, but his voice got cut as he felt as if he moved out of his body.

Then, he felt as if he was sucked out of Earth at lightning speed. Peter gasped, staring down at the blue ball known as Earth. There were many things orbiting around the Earth, which shouldn't be there at all. To say Peter was surprised would be an understatement.

The butterflies fluttered around the Earth, shining in different colors.

Peter was once again sucked into another place, appearing in a wormhole-like portal that flashed in different hues. They weren't really comprehensible by Peter's human mind. Even with his intelligence, all these colors were indescribable. The scenes kept changing, and Peter was thrown through many odd, beautiful, and dangerous dimensions.

Then, Peter was thrown into the last dimension.

It was fully made out of webs. This dimension was just like the mirror dimension, but there were webs instead of mirrors. Peter was baffled. He looked around at the webs, each one displayed different entities, different scenes, and different worlds and places repeating over and over.

Then, it all vanished, and Peter was sucked back into his own body. He fell down to the ground, a startled yelp coming out of his mouth. Peter heaved up and down, breathing heavily as he sweated buckets.

"Was that really necessary?" Peter wheezed out as he felt the Ancient One's presence. "I can already do magic, no? so was that necessary?"

"Yes," she said, sounding certain of herself. "You needed perspective; you needed to know your place in this vast universe."

He didn't. He really didn't. He already knew of the dangers in the universe, heck, even the multiverse. He even had cosmic entities on his head. So, he didn't really need perspective. But… maybe, he needed a wake-up call.

Anyways, Peter sighed, standing up as he looked around. He was in the library. There were books upon books in there, and he stared at everything in awe.

"What am I supposed to do here?" he asked, distracted in looking at the books and everything else there was.

"Anything you desire; some books are, of course, not accessible to you. But you can read any book you have access to."

"I see," Peter muttered.

"Now, if you'll excuse me." The Ancient One said, opening a portal before going through. Peter stared on as the portal closed behind her.

Peter looked at the rows and rows of books. Spellbooks. His hands couldn't help but itch. He wanted to run off and find the most powerful spells and learn them. But he refrained, muttering 'baby steps' in his mind.

"Okay," he sighed. "Time to dig in."

[Just when Peter left]

May sat there, stiffened in her place, as her mind wandered around.

Peter had just walked away from her, seemingly pained that she didn't trust him enough to tell him about what was troubling her. He should be disappointed in her, no? having lived a life with someone, loving that someone. But in the end, that 'someone' doesn't even trust you enough to tell you what pains them.

May just hugged her legs tightly.

'Why?'

It had been a long time since Ben's passing, and now that she was finally settling in with her life, why did things turn to shit again? Why the fuck did she get attracted to her fucking nephew!

It had all begun that night.

When she'd gotten horny out of nowhere.

She'd looked at him, at his caring, concerned eyes.

Eyes that were so similar yet different to Ben's.

That night, for the first time, she'd fingered thinking of her nephew.

That was also the night she had her first sexual dream involving Peter.

She couldn't accept it

What kind of aunt was she if she had such dreams about him?

She'd been horrified at her mind. How disgusting a place could a mind be?

Then, she continued to have sexual dreams about Peter every time she fell asleep. And whenever she would close her eyes, the scenes of her nephew ravaging her like fucktoy would appear in front of her.

It made her so disgusted with herself.

… but it was so very hot too.

After Ben's death, a part of her had died too, and she'd been left with nothing but Peter. He was everything to her, just like she was to him. She'd worked hard for his future, doing part-time jobs, doing extra shifts, doing everything just so he could get into a good school, and have a good future ahead of him.

She didn't want to let his genius mind go to waste, after all.

It was hard, it was very hard to take care of him. Alone. But she'd never complained to anyone.

And they were happy.

They were really happy.

But she just had to fall for her own nephew. Even though it might just be physical desire, she just had to go ahead and think of him like that.

May curled further in her chair; what was she supposed to do now?

Fall to the temptation?

No… she should just leave. Run far away. She could send him money every month. Yes. That's exactly what she's going to do.

Peter looked through many books.

Transmutation. Telekinesis. Time Manipulation. Occlumency. And many more.

But there laid the first problem.

They were in languages he didn't know. So? Peter had to find books related to learning those languages first.

Sanskrit and Arabic were the first languages he needed to learn. But learning a language wasn't anything easy, far from it. So, in the end, Peter couldn't learn any spells. He just picked up books written in Sanskrit and Arabic-both Spellbooks and books to learn the languages-and teleported to the warehouse.

Of course, he asked for the Ancient One's permission to get those books. Surprisingly, she agreed. So, Peter just remade his bed with his webs and slumped down on it as he started reading the books. Of course, he had to buy some books about learning languages too. He had some spare money, so Peter bought the books using those. Then, he read the books throughout the whole day.

In the evening, however, Yuri came. She just slumped beside him, complaining about how tiresome the day was. So, Peter put the books in his [Inventory] and tackled her into a hug as he kissed her hungrily.

He needed his points, and he also wanted to let off some steam.

(A/N: From now on, the completed tasks will be listed together to save space)

[Tasks complete!]

[Give Cunnilingus; Get Fellatio; Whipping; Vaginal sex; Anal sex; Hardcore]

[+900 SP]

[8,000/20,000 SP]

Peter sighed in contentment feeling his cum seep out of him as Yuri sucked him dry with her mouth. Then, she sat up on his bare stomach with her dripping cunt before lying beside him on the bed, hugging him as she got comfortable.

"You know," she began. "We've been fucking lots lately."

Peter smirked, "Is that a problem?"

"Nah, we've been using condoms, so I don't think it is. I enjoy it, and so do you. I don't see any problem."

Peter just smiled.

"Anyways," she said. "Any progress with the other girls? Wait, actually, you haven't really told me about who the girls are, or their situation." she looked horrified, "I don't know anything!" Yuri jolted up.

She quickly got on his stomach and started bobbing up and down.

"I wanna know!" she demanded.

Peter stared at her for a while, letting the silence stretch before he spanked her red ass, grabbed her, raised her up, lined his cock, and dropped her down with a thud.

"Umnhhhh~ " she closed her eyes, shuddering. "It's always an awesome fee-ahhh!"

Yuri growled as Peter activated [Erection].

"Fuckkkk!" she hissed. "Damn that's… big."

"So, anyway," Peter said. "I have four girls for now, including you. Two are from my school-Mary Jane Watson, and Liz Allan. They are nothing serious. Just casual fucktoys. Then there's you." Peter said, feeling her walls adjusting to his size.

"The fourth one, though, she's someone I love deeply."

"Oh, who might that be?"

"You know her, actually."

"I do?"

"Yes, Gwen Stacy, George's daughter."

"Oh…"

"Anyways, she was my friend, and we were pretty close."

"Were?"

"Yes, my powers awakened, and I kind of lost control. I forced myself onto her. I ráped her."

"Wha-Ahnn~" Yuri's eyes widened in surprise after she heard him say that he'd ráped Gwen, only to moan loudly as he gave her a good and deep thrust.

"And she's pregnant. I'm gonna be a father in a year or so, she's gonna be a fucking mother. Her father doesn't know, her aunt does know, and no one knows but you, me, and her. And I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do anymore. I don't want to abandon her. Ever. I'm thinking of talking with George, but I don't know what to talk about. How to talk about it. I can't just go 'hey, I ráped your daughter, so will you give us your blessings since we love each other too and would like to get married someday?' now, can I?"

Peter said between Yuri's moans as she rode him like a cowgirl. Yuri stopped moving, heaved up and down for breath, and looked at him.

"That's, huff, that's pretty fucked up." She sounded very serious. "Captain George isn't going to be happy about thi-Oooh!" Peter thrust her deep inside, penetrating her womb as she moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure-though it was mostly pleasure for her since she's an M.

"Quite the good way to motivate me into talking to him, don't you think so?" Peter grunted in annoyance.

"Hey! Stop for a moment!"

Peter stopped.

"I, I am serious. He won't like it one bit if you tell it outright."

"Oh? We weren't really planning on telling him that I ráped Gwen. It was going to be more along the lines of 'we fucked each other in the heat of the moment and I forgot to wear a condom or cum outside of her' or something."

"Then that's good, I guess. Anyways, any other target you might have? I'm curious."

"Hmm, some schoolmates of mine, girls, of course. Black Cat. Probably Silver if I get the chance."

"Oh… but I mean immediate ones."

"My aunt."

"W-what?"

"My aunt."

Yuri looked at him weirdly and blushed a bit as she tightened around his dick, making him hiss in pleasure.

"That…" Yuri drawled. "Is surprisingly… hot."

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Chapter 31

31: George Stacy [01]

- A few days later -

George Stacy sighed, opening the door to his house; it had been a hectic day, tiresome, but he was happy to return home in one piece for his daughter. Quite the lovely thing she was; he loved her dearly. More so after her mother passed away. She was the only one he had left, other than his relatives, of course, but let's be honest here, relatives do not equal someone you can love.

Anyways, George put his hat away, got out of his shoes, and silently walked into the bathroom to freshen up. He changed into some casual wear, and got out, inhaling deeply. His nose twitched, and he raised his eyebrow, sniffing again. Now that he smelled it properly, it seems that his lovely bundle of sunshine made something for him tonight.

'What's the special occasion?' He thought.

What could it be?

Hmm. Suspicions.

Anyways, George walked up to the dinner table and sat down before he picked up the note resting beside the 'dishes' his daughter made.

Sorry, was very tired today, so I went ahead and ate without you. So, to bribe you, I've made something very special. Hope you like it!

-Gwen

George cracked a smile as he chuckled, eating the 'dishes' she made.

He sighed, eating before he started walking towards his room. Though he did open the door to glance at her sleeping soundly before moving on to his room.

Slumping back in the bed, George sighed.

Life.

Thinking so, he shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to catch some sleep.

"Gwen, you're gonna be late if you don't wake up!" George yelled as he prepared food, fast. He was, quite literally, in God mode. For God's sake, he woke up pretty late today. As he was going to get late for his work anyway, he decided to make something for her. Though he got a bit too absorbed and forgot to wake her up.

He was probably thinking that she'd wake up on her own, but oh well, teenagers.

"Gwen!" he yelled.

"Coming!" she called from the distance.

George just quickly served the breakfast to the air sitting on the dinner table before he moved to her room, knocked, waited, and opened the door.

"Wake up, young lady! Wake up!" he said, walking up to the sleepyhead.

"Just five more minutes, Peter." She mumbled.

Though the sentence was quite literally not understandable, George's dad instincts tingled, and his eyes flared in righteous fury before settling down.

"I'm no Peter, wake up or I'm gonna drop cold water on you."

Gwen instantly jolted up, blushed, and walked into the bathroom. She brushed, did her morning routine, and walked out before making her way to the dinner table. Her dad waited silently, tapping the table in annoyance.

"Hey, dad, quite the good morning we have here, don't you agree?" Gwen chuckled nervously and started eating.

George just scoffed, "I heard what happened." He spoke.

"W-what happened?"

"You dating Peter."

"Oh, yes, haha, surprise?"

Yeah, no shit. George rolled his eyes.

Teenagers.

They ate in silence, and George finished before her.

"Just don't do anything stupid and we're fine," he just sighed and picked up his plates, walking into the kitchen before he started doing the dishes.

Gwen, on the other hand, flinched in her place with guilt in her eyes. Now she felt bad about not telling him already; all the tests were positive, she was definitely pregnant, and it was horrifying to think about her dad's reaction. So, she and Peter had been avoiding this talk for pretty much days now. And it wouldn't be long before someone noticed.

So, they needed to talk.

But she was afraid.

What if her dad got mad?

What if he lashed out at her?

She wasn't going to tell him about the whole rápe thing since she believed it wasn't entirely Peter's fault, but still, what if her dad beat Peter up? Though she doubted Peter would be hurt given his super body.

But… what if her dad sent him to jail?

Gwen was afraid, rightfully so.

And that's exactly why she quickly finished everything she needed to do before running off to school.

George was going to go to his work. He got ready, put on his uniform and all that, but before he could go, he heard a knock at the door.

George frowned; who could it be?

He walked up to the door, and twisted the doorknob, opening the door wide.

"Nancy?" George asked in confusion.

It was Nancy, his sister-in-law, his brother's wife.

She'd just been here a few days ago. Why was she here again? Not that he didn't like her coming here, but he was just curious.

"George," said the blonde woman. Her appearance was betraying her age, or so would George think, but he couldn't be bothered about how hot of a milf she was, he was not interested in relationships anymore. Not after his Helen died.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Nancy sighed, "We need to have a long talk."

"W-what?" George muttered hoarsely; his voice dry. His eyes shook.

N-no, this can't be, right?

"I understand how you must feel, George, I really do. But… she wasn't telling you, and that's why it fell on my shoulders to do so."

George was in denial for a long time. Seconds turned to minutes, yet he did not utter a single word.

To be honest, he was royally pissed, angry-enraged even-, disappointed, horrified, overwhelmed, confused, and so many things at the same time.

He was pissed at his daughter for doing something so stupid.

But he was also pissed at himself for not raising her well If she went ahead and decided to do this.

He was disappointed in her. That she would do such a thing. But he was also disappointed in himself for not doing a good job. Because, if he thought about it for a moment, it was his fault that she ended up the way she did, and he was disappointed in himself.

He was horrified at the thought of his little girl being pregnant. She was pregnant? She had a tiny life inside her. Why? She was barely 18!

George sighed, his head slumping his hands as he rubbed his eyes and temples.

What was he supposed to do now?

He wanted to go and get her home, lash at her, say things he probably shouldn't, things that he would come to regret later, but as he was mostly a level-headed person-his profession desired such from him-he somewhat calmed down.

Gwen was his daughter, no matter what she'd gotten herself into.

George tried to accept the situation at hand. Doing things in an emotional state, or in anger, would always result in backlash, no matter what, so he was trying to be calm, for his daughter… and for the tiny life inside her.

Nancy stood up and sat beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

"George, lis-"

"Please, Nancy…" George sighed, "I need some alone time."

She hesitated but nodded before going inside a room, leaving him alone to ponder.

Now that he was calm, George started to think of the situation in a bit more depth.

Who was the father?

… Probably Peter.

George frowned heavily.

As far as he knew the boy, he was smart, so it wasn't possible for him to make an idiotic decision. There had to be a reason. That would be what he would like to think, and he was, but he was mostly blaming Peter for it. But, like the mature person he was, George decided that it would be best to decide everything after he heard what excuses they had.

To be honest, he wanted to beat the shit out of Peter, and throw him in jail, but he also knew how disappointed and sad his daughter would be.

George sighed; she's no longer a little girl. If she has what it takes to make big decisions.

Though George's mind couldn't help but wonder; is he lacking as a parent? Sure, Helen's absence might have left much to be desired by Gwen, and many things she couldn't learn, but he'd tried his best to raise her.

George sighed; he was getting a headache already.

What happened, happened, now, there were a few choices he could make-actually, scratch that, the few choices Gwen could take.

If she didn't want to be pregnant, she could get an abortion. He'd take her there, and be there to support her too if this was what she chose. Though he wished she wouldn't choose this.

If she didn't want an abortion but didn't want to be a parent either, she could give the baby up for adoption. If she wanted to be involved in the baby's life, but not as a parental figure, he'd adopt the baby, and raise it. If she'd prefer for the baby to be adopted outside of the family, they'd probably research adoption agencies together.

If she wanted to keep the baby… George sighed; no matter what, she's his daughter. So, he would make sure that she knew that he'd be there to support her in any way she needed.

Then came other problems-financial, child care, and other's opinion. Health insurance; Maternity clothing; Baby Shower, and much more.

Childcare would've been a big problem, but George didn't mind babysitting-he might have to get early retirement.

Other's opinion? George didn't give a fuck.

Child support though…

For now, though, he just got up, changed into casual clothes, got to his room, and slumped on his bed. He didn't get any shut-eye, but he had a lot of time to ponder over the situation. Honestly, he was grateful that Gwen wasn't home. Why? He was pretty sure he would've lashed out at his little girl.

She must be so confused and scared too.

So, he could just be grateful that she wasn't there.

Gwen Stacy sighed as she walked to her house; Peter was still suspended, and she was getting bored in school. She was feeling dizzy too, so that's that.

Ugh, Gwen grumbled; where's Peter?

She sighed yet again, quickly made a beeline to her home, and opened the door before getting inside. She was, however, surprised when she saw her dad and aunt sitting in the living room, seemingly talking about something very important.

Her dad looked as if he'd aged a few years… and that he'd cried.

Her aunt looked worried too.

"Is, is everything alright?" she asked as she got in, her expression growing serious and a bit worried.

"Gwen," her dad said, sounding a bit on edge as he stood up. The frown was evident on his visage, but he sighed and walked up to her.

Then, he stared at her with unreadable eyes.

"Tell the truth. No hiding. Not anymore." He said, and his tone made her a bit afraid.

"Are you pregnant?"

Peter had been busy with his 'training' in the Mystic Arts. Other than learning the languages, and, he'd managed to learn a few others things as well, just not any spells. Anyways, Magik was quite a good teacher, the way she explained sometimes was more than perfect. Peter was learning quickly, but it would still take some time before he learned anything substantial.

His relationship with May had taken a turn, that night when he returned home, she was not home. Peter had, quite literally, been panicked. He'd gotten out, and searched for her, but he hadn't been able to find her. He'd been worried; did he go too far?

But fortunately, she returned after a while with a resigned expression.

They hadn't talked much at all, and Peter wanted it to stay that way for a little and let the iron get hotter, only then would he strike.

Life had been quite normal; he went on dates with Gwen, they got more comfortable together, and he'd started learning spells.

All in all, it was sailing smoothly for Peter.

Lord_Kismet: Aww, poor boy doesn't know the brewing storm. Anyways, so… this is my take on the situation. I dunno if it's good or not as that's entirely up to you guys to decide, but oh well, what's done is done. Like I always say, I make mistakes and learn from them. Though I hope I did a good job with the situation. In my opinion, that's how a dad should act if he learned about his daughter's opinion. But then again, I ain't no father, so I don't know what a 'real' father would have to go through. Point out my mistakes and help me improve!

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Chapter 32

32: George Stacy [02]

Gwen paled and dropped the books in her hands.

"W-What…?" she stuttered.

What was happening?

How did he know?

Gwen looked at the blonde woman.

Aunt Nancy!? Did she tell her out?!

Gwen's stomach fell, and her heart squeezed, suffocating her.

Is he going to hit her? Yell at her? Be angry? Throw her out? But… where would she go then?

Gwen was quite literally, horrified.

"Are. You. Pregnant?"

"I-I… D-dad…" Gwen couldn't form any coherent words.

Her dad nodded slowly; her reaction told everything.

"Okay. You're pregnant?"

Gwen didn't know what to do anymore, so she just nodded all while feeling as if a knot was stuck in her neck.

"Got it." George breathed in, and out, quite hoarsely. Thinking about the situation was different, and acting on what he'd thought best was difficult.

"We're going to get you to a doctor and get you some kind of prenatal care. Got that?" Nancy chimed in, helping George with the situation.

Gwen paled further.

"D-doctor?"

Are they going to force her to get an abortion?

"NO!"

Gwen said and jolted. She didn't say anything; her mind wasn't really thinking straight, she couldn't think properly. This situation was a bit too overwhelming for Gwen. So, she just jolted and ran. Ran off away to a place they couldn't reach her. She definitely didn't want to get an abortion! No matter what!

"Gwen!" her dad and aunt called her, she could hear their voice, but she didn't stop.

Gwen bit her lips as her eyes watered. Her hand wandered to her tummy. She… isn't getting an abortion.

Never.

George cursed under his breath as he followed behind her. He could catch up to her, but he didn't; that'd only make her panic more. Fuck, he should've let her sit down and get her nerves together first.

George followed her for a while and stopped when she reached and sat on a bench to catch her breath. Nancy was home; he'd told her to stay, that he'd handle the situation.

He didn't approach Gwen. He waited. She needed to calm down and get her mind to the right place. They needed to talk. After a few minutes, as he noticed that she was a bit calmer now, George just walked up to her and sat down on the bench. Okay. No judgment.

"Gwen…" she flinched. "Don't worry, I won't do anything. But sweety, why'd you run away?"

Gwen looked at him; her eyes were teary.

"I don't want to get an abortion."

George was, for some reason, relieved by what she said.

"And who said we're getting an abortion?"

"I don't know… aunt said you were taking me to a doctor… so I thought," Gwen didn't finish.

George just got close to her and hugged her sideways. She stiffened at first and then relaxed. George heard a sniffle.

"Are you crying?" he asked, concerned. "Why are you crying? Everything's fine."

Gwen didn't say anything and just cried in her father's embrace for a little while.

"You're not alone in this, my girl. No. Dad's still alive. Don't worry." George said. "Mistakes happen, you shouldn't allow any mistake, regardless of how severe it is, to make you feel you can't recover, and still make something of yourself."

"You can keep the baby. I'm not against it. Never will be. Know this Gwen, no matter what, I will support you, this isn't going to change the fact that I love you. Never."

"Raising a kid is no child's play, and it wouldn't always be fun either. Raising a child is tough. I know how tough it is, since, you know, your mom passed away…" he sighed. "Anyways, enough about this, come on, we need to go get you some Prenatal Care. We have a lot to talk about."

Gwen nodded slowly.

"But before that," George said slowly. "Tell me who's the father?"

Gwen stiffened.

"D-dad-"

"It's Peter, isn't it?"

Gwen just nodded; she couldn't be bothered anymore.

George sighed, narrowing his eyes.

"Call him over, we're gonna have a talk after we get a check-up."

"Harder!" Magik shouted.

"Okay, okay,"

Peter raised his hands up in surrender. He was, right now, trying to learn a spell. And it required quite a lot of concentration on his part, so, he was having a hard time. And he was quite annoyed with Magik shouting 'harder' every time he failed.

Peter sighed sitting down on the floor.

"If it goes on like this, you won't learn it." She berated.

Peter just ignored this so very annoying girl and took his phone out of his [Inventory].

Oh, Peter forgot there was no connection here. He sighed and put it back in his [Inventory]. Then, he stood up and walked to a certain building, he wanted to meet the Ancient One. He had asked her to make some things for him and asked for some spells he wanted to learn.

"I hope you prepared what I asked for?" he asked her once he entered and saw her sitting on her cushion, a cup of tea in her hand.

She raised an eyebrow, "Oh, that. Yes, yes, apprentice Parker I most certainly have." She said as two things puffed out of nowhere.

There was a spell book and a bag filled with 'papers'.

"Thanks," Peter said, picking the things up before he stored them in his [Inventory].

The Ancient One was giving him a weird look, so he asked.

"What?"

"Nothing," she sipped her tea. "Just wondering if you'd tell me about that dimensional spell you use now and then. Not to brag, but I am an expert when it comes to dimensional magic, and all that, but that spell is something I've never seen."

Spell? What spell? Peter frowned under his mask before realization dawned on him. Is she talking about [Inventory]?

"Oh, that?" he questioned, taking out a book he'd bought on learning Arabic before putting it back in his [Inventory]. "I'm sorry, but I can't really divulge this little thing. And I have a viable reason for not telling you this. But trust me, there won't be any danger because of this."

"If you say so," The Ancient One sipped her tea. "Anyways, I have put all the spells you asked for in that book, they aren't difficult, so you should be able to learn them. And there are those same spells cast on those papers. Just rip the paper while it is on the person's body-the same person whom you want to apply that spell on."

Peter nodded, "Again, thanks, I really needed these."

"But I do need to warn you. It is better if you learn the spells and cast them yourself since the paper versions are quite weaker compared to the ones which are manually cast."

"Will do."

"If that was it, then off with you, I suppose."

Peter didn't remain behind longer than he had to, so, he just walked out of the building and teleported straight into his room. Peter threw his phone out on the bed, and then, he took out a paper as his suit vanished and his normal Peter Parker clothes-which he remembered he needed to change, his whole wardrobe, actually-came back.

Peter placed the paper on his head and tore it. Immediately, a golden light erupted before many magic circles appeared out nowhere around his head.

[Warning!]

[A Spell is being cast on the user! While it is an Occlumency spell against any mind-reading abilities, the system is obliged to warn the user and give a choice!]

[Would you like to let the spell be cast on you?]

[Y/N]

Sheesh. Peter's lips twitched as he thought of [Yes].

[The spell has been successfully cast… the system was protecting the user's mind so it was totally not needed… ]

Peter was surprised… the system sounded a bit… grumpy?

'I just need an excuse if someone did try to probe my mind. You can't be revealed right now, right? You said so yourself.'

[Fine… ]

After Peter was done with that, he just laid down on his bed to get some shuteye. It wasn't exactly night yet and was around 6 p.m., but oh well, Peter was a bit tired-

-Dun dun Dun!

Peter sighed as his phone rang, he picked it up, only to frown as he saw more than a hundred missed calls.

… the fuck?

Peter immediately checked who it was.

"Gwen?"

Peter didn't think for a second and picked up.

"Hey, Gwen, is everything alright? I was out of range, so I missed your calls."

Gwen Stacy was feeling quite heart-broken.

She'd been calling Peter for a while now, and he wasn't answering. At first, she really thought that it could be a signal problem. But after a few hours of wait-while she was getting her Prenatal Care-she was thinking that Peter had run away, leaving her alone to deal with everything.

She knew that it could be wrong, and she could merely be mistaking, and misunderstanding things.

Her dad, though, seemed visibly pissed at Peter.

And Gwen was worried about that too.

That's when her phone rang, and she quickly picked it up.

~Hey, Gwen, is everything alright? I was out of range, so I missed your calls.~

Gwen sighed, the knot in her throat eased, and she got a bit relaxed.

"Hey, Peter, I'm fine. It's just-"

George walked up to her and snatched the phone.

"Hello, Peter." He spoke. "We will be coming to your house soon; we have a lot to talk about with you and your aunt." Saying so, he disconnected the call.

"Dad?!" Gwen exclaimed.

"What?" George asked calmly. "He's not going anywhere after what happened. We need to talk with them as soon as possible."

"But he isn't running anywhere!" Gwen huffed, feeling pissed for Peter.

"Then why hadn't he told us anything? I found it through Nancy. Not by you, neither him."

"Peter said he needed some time to think! He said he'd talk it out with you!" Gwen was getting quite irate.

And George understood it quite easily.

'… It's the first trimester of pregnancy.' He shook his head; he won't be angry at her; it was normal for women to have mood swings in their first trimester.

Anyways, they left for home after the doctor gave them some instructions. They were instructed to get Gwen a Routine Prenatal Visit every once in 4 weeks up to the first 26 weeks. So that's what they'll do. Gwen was given some medication, and then, she was discharged.

She sat down in George's car before he did, feeling grumpy. George just shook his head, chuckling dryly as he remembered the first trimester of Helen, his wife. She'd been such a bitch in her first trimester, so Gwen was quite gentle in her approach, In George's opinion.

Then, he pushed his feet down on the accelerator, moving towards Peter's apartment.

Yes, they're going to have a talk right now.

A very long talk.

As the call got disconnected, Peter froze, a horrifying feeling wrenching at his stomach and heart.

… fuck.

'Please don't be what I'm thinking,' he thought.

He didn't move and just laid there akin to a statue for God knew how long, but then, he got a message notification on his phone.

Gwen: Peter, dad knows…

FUCK! (A/N: insert child support memes. Go wild.)

Peter instantly jolted up and stormed out of his room. He quickly got up to May's room and knocked. He needed to tell her first, or she'll just freak out. She wasn't so emotionally stable these days, he knew, so he didn't want her to have a heart attack. There was a possibility, and Peter definitely didn't want to risk it.

-Knock -Knock

"May?" Peter called out, "Open the door, please."

There were some rustling sounds coming from the other side for a while before May twisted the doorknob open.

"May, we need to talk about something."

"Peter, we need to talk about something."

Both said at the same time.

Peter was a bit stupefied, he looked at her; her appearance was quite haggard. Her shirt was a bit out of place, so were her hairs, and she was blushing slightly.

Peter squinted his eyes.

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Chapter 33

33: George Stacy [03]

Maybelle "May" Parker hadn't been able to run away.

She'd tried, she really did. She'd run away, but in the end, she couldn't leave Peter. So, she'd returned. She didn't regret returning. But she had also accepted her feelings. She won't hide them anymore. She wanted to confront Peter. She knew that their relationship wouldn't be the same anymore and that he might just hate her for it, but she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted to fuck him. How much she wanted to ride him. How much she wanted to be ravaged by him.

That's exactly why, today, she sat down in her room with his clothes in her hand, sniffing as she fingered herself. Yes, she'd tell him after she was done relieving herself first.

After a while though, she heard knocks at the door.

May bolted up, and swiftly wore her pants again.

… For fuck's sake, just when she'd reached her edge. May sighed, a bit disgruntled. She tidied her clothes and quickly went to open the door. It had to be Peter, of course, no one else lived there with her, after all.

May quirked her eyebrows determinedly, she should do it sooner than later. So, she's going to tell him right here, right now.

May twisted the doorknob, and the door opened, revealing a bit startled Peter.

"May, we need to talk about something."

"Peter, we need to talk about something."

Both said at the same time.

May was a bit surprised, but she composed herself quickly-or tried to, at least. Peter was staring at her up and down, seemingly checking her out. May blushed slightly and coughed as he squinted his eyes at her.

"Go ahead, what is it?" he asked her.

But May bit her lower lip, "You can tell me first."

"Okay," Peter shrugged and grabbed her by the wrist before walking inside her room.

N-no! May panicked. His clothes were there, her bed was a mess, and there was a particular smell in the air. May's face flushed in embarrassment and shame, but she played oblivious. And though Peter acted oblivious, she knew he knew.

'Fuck… so embarrassing.'

"W-What happened? Why are you dragging me?" May tried to remain composed.

Peter sighed, 'How the fuck am I supposed to explain this shit?'

"Oh, nothing May, I just got a girl pregnant, that's all," Peter mumbled in his mind, or so he thought, but in the state his mind was in, he didn't know that he'd just spoken it out loud.

"…" May was silent for a long, very long time.

"WHAT!?"

"Huh?" Peter realized that he might have just spoken his thoughts out loud. Fuck. Why? He sighed; guess he should just go with the flow now, and explain everything.

"Sit down, and rela-"

"How can I relax when you say something like that so out of the blue?!"

"Please?" Peter pleaded with his eyes, and that seemed to calm her down, somewhat. Peter didn't say anything, and just let her think whatever she was. She needed some time to process this bombshell he dropped, after all.

After a minute or two, May looked up and met his eyes.

"So," Peter scratched his neck awkwardly and started explaining. He told her everything. How he and Gwen fucked, and how he ended up cuming inside her. He, of course, didn't say anything about ráping Gwen.

He wasn't stupid.

He and Gwen had agreed on this; they won't tell anyone about the rápe. Peter had broken this promise by telling Yuri, but Peter trusted her enough, so it shouldn't be an issue.

"Do you have any idea what you did?" May asked him, disappointed.

Peter could only sigh and nod; of course, he knows what he did, and he's ready to take responsibility.

"So," May sighed, rubbing her temples. "What do you and… Gwen want? Abortion? adoption?"

"Do you want to keep the baby?" she asked this single question in the end.

Honestly speaking, May was so very jealous of Gwen. That bitch… to think…

But her personal jealousy aside, now that she knew Peter was going to be a dad of the child inside Gwen, she was concerned.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes. She was chanting this as a mantra in her head. Sure, she was jealous of Gwen and would've preferred if Peter filled her to the brim instead of Gwen, but she was also his aunt, someone who'd raised him like a mother, and she didn't want her first grandchild to be killed inside someone's womb.

"Yes," Peter said resolutely. "We want to keep the baby."

We? Did Gwen and he talk it out before?

May shook her head; of course, they did… she could only imagine what they should've been through when they found out about Gwen's pregnancy.

"Then I'll support you," May said.

Peter jumped and hugged her suddenly.

"Thank you! You're the best!"

"Okay, okay," May said listlessly.

She was determined to tell him about her desire today, but Peter… just dropped a bombshell on her.

But she still wanted to get this out of the way. She couldn't take this torture anymore.

'… Fuck it.' May clenched her teeth.

"Hey Peter, I need to tell you something," May said, her voice quivering slightly. This is it, their life wouldn't be the same after this, no matter if he accepted her feelings or not.

"I love you," she said.

"Huh?" Peter tilted his head. "I love you too?"

"No, not that…" May chewed on her lower lip. "I love you as a man."

Peter froze.

So did May, regretting her words just after she said them.

What was she thinking?! He just told her that he'd gotten a girl-Gwen-pregnant, and this is what she says!?

May was mad at herself. She was such a selfish horny bitch.

"W-what?" he asked her. Peter was not expecting this, for real.

May bit her lower lip; now that she's brought it up, she'll have this talk. Otherwise, it was all for naught.

"I love you as a man. I don't know if it's 'love' or just my horny mind, but I can't take you off my mind, Peter. It's been a few days. I even tried running away, but I couldn't. I just… I know, how disgusting. I-… God, you must hate me now; forget I ever said this, I won't bring it up ever again." May lowered her head.

Why did she even…?

Peter just stared at her for a while before he started chuckling wryly.

"How can I ever hate you, May?" Peter said. "In fact, I love you too. Not just as my aunt, but as a woman."

Abruptly, Peter forced her to look up by her chin before diving In and kissing her on the lips. May stiffened.

Peter wasn't sure what he was doing. There were only two ways this could end.

1) May would reciprocate the kiss and they'd do something… they shouldn't

2) She'd pull away and their relationship won't be the same, ever.

But Peter wasn't worried, because, after her initial shock, May leaped at him and tackled him on the ground as she kissed him back. She took the lead, and shoved her tongue inside his mouth, battling it out with his tongue hungrily.

Peter would admit, the taste of this somewhat forbidden fruit was so very enticing, he wanted to go all the way and fuck her silly right then and there, but he also knew that they couldn't, not right now, Gwen and her dad were coming. But his body wasn't listening and his hands wandered to her sinful body, to her neck, to her breasts, to her stomach, to her meaty behind, and to her drenching cunt. He couldn't stop, and the kiss only got messier and hungrier.

Winning the fight against his instincts-that wanted him to ravage her like a fucking cumdump-Peter pulled her away, breathing heavily.

May looked at him, her chest heaving up and down as she sat on his dick over the clothes… but she could still feel his hardness against her needy pussy. May bit her lips.

"We…" she huffed. "We shouldn't do this right now."

Peter nodded, "Besides," He said, a bit saddened. "You're not thinking straight."

"That I haven't for days now." May chuckled.

"I'm not uncle Ben, May," Peter said suddenly, and May stiffened, her pupils shook. "You should… think about this. I wanna fuck you so much right now, like an animal. But… I know you-deep in your heart, willingly or unwillingly-are seeing me in the same light as Uncle Ben. As a substitute. Which I am not, neither will I ever be."

May was silent.

"So… think about this, I'm not going anywhere. If you can think of me as me, and not Uncle Ben. then we can go and do a lot of things. But, if you can't, then I promise I'll treat you the same as I have done till now, as my aunt."

"I won't be just yours, can't be. I'm as much as Gwen's as much as I am yours. There are other girls too, and they will keep increasing. So… think about this carefully."

May didn't say anything for a while before she nodded, standing up from his crotch.

"Does, does Gwen know any of this?" she asked.

"What? Me fucking other girls?" May nodded. "No, not yet. But I will tell her sooner or later too."

"What if she doesn't want to be with you after hearing that?" May asked.

Peter felt his eyes darken, and something inside him awakened.

"I won't let her." He said simply. "She was mine, is mine, and will forever stay mine."

May shuddered slightly.

"R-right."

"Anyways," Peter smiled standing up, his erection poking at his clothes. But he didn't hide, even when May stared at It. "Go change; you're drenching."

May looked down, and sure enough, her pussy was drenching.

"Oh, and please hide my clothes; you can finger all you want, but hide them properly. Don't want someone else to think weirdly, do we?" he chuckled at her frozen, embarrassed look before turning around and leaving.

- A few minutes earlier -

"Dad…?" Gwen called out, a bit timidly.

"Hmm?" George hummed.

"Why is there a… gun here? We don't need it right?"

"We don't sweety. We're just going there to talk."

George smiled at her, but Gwen wasn't having it, though she couldn't really do anything. So, she just sat silently as he drove to Peter. She didn't want to start up any conversation, as he didn't really seem to be in the mood for any type of conversation. Gwen just sighed and took out her phone before she started playing a little game on it. Her dad sneaked quite a few glances at her phone, but she wasn't really worried as she was just playing a game.

Though she did send a short message to Peter once her dad's attention was on a traffic light.

Me: Peter, dad knows…

She immediately changed back to the game, and the light turned green as well. It took them half an hour to reach Peter's house.

It shouldn't have nearly taken this much time if it weren't for her dad stopping at every red light. For God's sake. Gwen grunted out a sigh. She was pissed for no reason at all. And the next moment, she was feeling quite miserable about her situation.

But she didn't let it bother her, at least, tried her best to not let it bother her.

She knew what this was.

If Gwen remembered correctly, this Is exactly how the first trimester of pregnancy should feel like, no? Gwen wasn't sure as this was her first experience with pregnancy.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of Peter's house, and her dad walked out with his gun in hand. Gwen panicked.

"Dad?!" she called out, getting out. "Why are you carrying the gun?!"

"I just want to talk to him."

"Then put the gun away!"

"I just want to talk to him."

"Dad!"

"I just want to sh- talk to him."

George didn't listen; he was pissed for a reason.

He didn't even need to knock at the door, Peter was already expecting them, and he opened the door once he saw the car stop in front of his house.

George pulled the gun up and put it on Peter's forehead.

"One reason I shouldn't shoot you right here, right now."