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Coming Clean [02]

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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Chapter 89

89: Coping [01]

The light inside Gwen Stacy's room conveyed her emotions quite well. Sad, betrayed, heartbroken. She was not sure where it went wrong, or where she did something wrong, but her boyfriend, the father of her yet-to-be-born child, Peter, had cheated on her.

Not with one woman, but multiple of them, or so he'd said to her. He'd never treated her unfairly, at all. In fact, after he came to know that she was pregnant, he started taking care of her, even more.

He'd told her how much he loved her, and now, the man who'd been telling her that he loved her and would never do anything to hurt her, had broken her heart and told her that he was cheating on her.

Gwen wasn't particularly sure how she felt right now. There were a number of things running through her mind, but none of them seemed to make sense.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, staring into space as tears rolled down her face. They didn't seem to stop, she wondered how she had these many tears inside her.

Perhaps it was because she needed to cry; perhaps this was what she wanted-to just let go. Let everything out, so she could start anew. Start fresh.

All her life, she'd lived in fear-afraid of losing people close to her, whether friends or family.

Especially after her mother passed away. She had grown to love her dad so much that she was even more afraid that she'd lose him too, his job was quite dangerous, after all.

Then, she made some friends whom she started to care about. One of those friends was Peter Parker; a nerdy boy whom she thought was cute, nice, funny, and kind. But then, they grew apart, as boys will. As they both got older, their friendship faded away until they barely spoke to each other.

More like, he didn't speak to her because he didn't want the bullies to target her instead. Even so, Gwen always cared for him, and whenever she saw him, she would do anything to make him smile.

But as he started dating Mary Jane Watson, Gwen felt a little… Disappointed. She didn't know why at the time, but as time went on, she figured out she liked him.

So, when Mary Jane Watson broke up with him, not only Gwen was so mad at that bitch, she was there for Peter as well. He was distraught, he didn't know what to do.

Gwen could only be there for him, when Uncle Ben passed away, and when he tried to get over Mary Jane. Gwen and Ned were there for Peter.

Maybe spending so much time with him made her vulnerable? Maybe she started trusting him too much? Even though she liked him, she was afraid to break the little friendship they had.

So, Gwen never really confronted him with her feelings.

But as she was so used to his presence that she didn't even bother to keep her guard up, something changed inside him. Peter wasn't Peter anymore, but he was still her Peter. It was difficult to define the change, but Gwen knew that he changed.

She'd felt betrayed when he'd ràped her. Her mind had been affected negatively.

But when he explained himself, redeemed himself, and told her he wanted to date her, that he wanted another chance, Gwen was thrilled. She realized she was so much in love with him.

So she forgave him for what he did and hoped that they'd begin anew with the child in her tummy.

It went well.

They were happy.

But he just had to go ahead and cheat on her. Was she not enough? Was she not beautiful? Was she that pathetic that he got bored of her? Is she that useless? Is the child in her stomach the only reason he ever bothered dating her?

Gwen wasn't sure.

But maybe it was really her fault.

Maybe he got bored of her after being around her all the time.

Maybe he was just tired of dealing with her and her problems.

But why tell her? Why the hell did he have to come and confess everything to her? Why did he have to tell her how he was fucking around with women?

Couldn't he have just hidden it?

Couldn't he have just decided to leave her alone, without hurting her, without making her feel like shit?

Why did he have to break her heart like this?

Gwen looked up, sniffling uncontrollably.

Her hand wandered down to her stomach, and she started caressing gently.

"Your dad's such a dick, right?" She whispered, holding her tears back. "And I'm not so hot myself."

Otherwise, why would he leave her and go to some other bitch?

She shook her head, wondering if she should have done anything differently. Did she do something wrong while she was with him? Is this her fault?

Just thinking about it made her sadder.

Peter was supposed to be there for her, to protect her, and to take care of her. But he left her alone when she needed him most.

She was the one who asked him to leave her alone, but couldn't he have forced himself on her? Like always?

"Bastard," Gwen sobbed.

She should stop looking for excuses.

This was the end.

Peter Parker was gone from her life. She was done feeling shit because of that bastard.

She wouldn't talk to him. They were done. She'd taken enough.

She'd been with Peter Parker long enough. She'd waited for him all her life, and he just left her to fuck some other bitches.

Wasn't she enough for him? Wasn't she hot enough?

Gwen wasn't trying to brag, but she knew how much boys found her attractive. She was tall, fit, and curvy in all the right places. She wasn't fat, nor skinny-she was just perfect.

She was smart, with good grades, and a good person.

There was no reason someone wouldn't want to be with her.

"So… Why did he cheat on me?" Gwen muttered. "I mean, I can understand him getting bored with me, but why did he have to go and ruin our relationship? How could he do this to me?"

Gwen chuckled, her arm on her face as she stared at the ceiling.

"What a stupid thing to do…" She breathed.

How could he do this to her? She was his girlfriend, the mother of his child!

Gwen sighed, her eyes becoming wet again. She wiped her tears away as she lay back on her bed, her hand moving to her stomach.

"I really want to beat him." She smiled bitterly. "Like, seriously, I want to hit him so hard that he'll bleed!"

Gwen laughed, but it came out bitter, like a broken laugh.

"Well, he's not worth beating up." She muttered hoarsely. "I'm done."

She laid back, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah… I'm done… I've had enough." She sighed, closing her eyes. "Let's see how you're going to deal with this, Peter Parker. I'm not talking to you anymore."

She heard her phone ring from somewhere in the room, and she ignored it. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to answer anyone.

She just wanted to sleep.

Peter Parker woke up from his slumber, and found himself entangled with a black-haired hot woman. He sighed, getting himself out of her embrace before he lay there comfortably, staring at the ceiling with an unreadable gaze.

He just fucked a sixteen-year-old virgin girl.

He would have been happier if she was older than him but this is what happens when you let yourself get drunk after a breakup, apparently.

And that's exactly what Peter did last night after he drowned himself in some high-quality alcohol that affected even him.

Oh well, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy himself. The young girl was rather hot for her age, and Peter was underage as well, technically, so this wouldn't really cause him trouble.

After all, it wasn't really his fault she somehow got into a pub, more so, she appeared twenty years old-ish. She had to be sixteen, and then again, she looked older than herself. And not only that, she had quite the body that made him ignore even the possibility of her being young.

He wouldn't have been able to find out if he hadn't looked at the notifications he'd got from having sex with her.

[Task complete! Vaginal sex]

[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+1500 SP]

Meh~ he figured this out when he saw blood trickling down his dick last night.

[Task Complete! Fellatio]

[As this is her first time giving one, the reward is multiplied by 10]

Wow… surprising.

[Task Complete! Hardcore]

[As this is her first time getting railed like this, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+2500 SP]

[Tasks Complete! Kiss a woman who's not a "Permanent Partner"]

[+150 SP]

[Task Complete! Consensual Abuse]

[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+10,000 SP]

He was a bit surprised when she asked him to be 'extra rough' with her, but he obliged since he wanted to vent, himself, too.

Peter just stared at the remaining notifications.

[19,200/100,000 SP]

But what had left him surprised was the last notification he'd received last night, a notification that had, quite literally, sobered him up.

[A new "Temporary Partner" added!]

[Laura Kinney(X-23)-(16) (Human Mutant)]

She was freaking sixteen…

Peter sighed yet again.

Laura Kinney was sixteen years old, and Peter had fucked her last night.

He wondered how much fucked up this timeline was, exactly.

Peter was thinking when Laura seemed to stir awake beside him. She was drunk last night, too. Her hair was messy right now, her eyes were puffy, and the blanket just caressed down her body, revealing her body to his eyes.

She was naked. For a sixteen-year-old, her boobs were pretty impressive. Her nipples were pink, and her toned stomach was visible under.

The blanket was just a little over her pussy, but he could pretty much see her womanhood. A pussy he claimed last night. It filled him with a twisted sense of accomplishment.

He remembered how wild she was last night, like a feral beast let loose. He also recalled that she came so hard it made her spasm all over him for five minutes straight before finally stopping.

"Hmm," Laura looked at him groggily. "Who are you?" She asked him, confused.

Peter didn't answer, instead, he let her mind do the work. And just as he predicted, her eyes widened slightly and a blush stole her cheeks away as she hid herself in the blanket.

"Oh god," Laura mumbled to herself. "I fucked a boy…" She murmured.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this, right? That we slept together, I mean." She asked him suddenly, the blanket falling off her and revealing her entire naked body to him. "That's what happened… right?" She frowned. Adorable.

"Yes," Peter answered. Laura looked up at him, her face red. She must have been really embarrassed by what they did.

It was her first time, after all.

He suddenly remembered his and Gwen's first time. But Peter shook her head, trying to divert his attention away from Gwen.

Peter focused on Laura's body instead. He thought back to last night, and recalled how wild she got.

"You liked it," Peter said, and Laura blushed even harder.

"Did I say that out loud?" She asked nervously, looking away.

Peter simply nodded, his eyes not leaving her body.

He suddenly had the urge to fuck her again. Her pussy was nice and tight, he remembered. It felt good inside of her.

Laura shifted around, and she started fiddling with the covers, probably noticing his gaze. She was different from what he remembered from the comics, let's just not talk about the [Logan] movie. This one felt more… Innocent for some reason.

After a moment of hesitation, she slipped out of bed.

Her naked form stood before him, and she turned around to face him, completely naked.

She was beautiful, no doubt about it.

Peter just stared at her, his eyes wandering over her body.

"Do you want… To try again?" She asked. Peter wondered where the confident woman from last night went, there was a distinct difference in confidence between the Laura in front of him, and the Laura he fucked last night.

"Do you?" Peter asked her instead. He wasn't wearing anything either.

"I… I want to try again. I don't remember much…"

Oh wow…

Remember much…

Peter frowned inwardly, was her head shot and she lost her memories as her father would? That's why she got here? The loss of her confidence after she got sober was because of the memory loss too? She felt confident when drunk because her inner self came out more?

Oh well, not like it was his concern.

Peter stood up from the bed, the blanket moving to reveal his body. Laura gulped.

"Come on," Peter said, walking towards her. "Let me make you feel good again."

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Chapter 90

90: Coping [02]

"Come on," Peter said, walking towards her. "Let me make you feel good again."

Laura smiled shyly, nodding as she walked toward him.

Peter took her hand, leading her into the bathroom.

He let the shower run over their bodies.

He ran his hands over her skin, and Laura purred softly.

"Mmm," She moaned.

Peter kissed her neck and breasts, making her shiver.

She wrapped her arms around him and he gently pushed her against the wall. His cock rubbed along her slit as he kissed her deeply.

The water ran down their bodies.

Peter slid his hand up between them and stroked her clit. Laura gasped when his fingers brushed over her pussy lips.

Peter kissed her cheek, licking gently at it as he stroked her clit with his thumb.

"Oh my God," Laura moaned.

He pulled away from her mouth to kiss at her neck again. The water beat down on his back and shoulders, making the room steamy.

As she trembled a little, Peter grabbed his cock and pressed on her pussy lips, sliding up and down to find the vaginal entrance for him.

Laura's body shuddered under his touch.

Peter pressed harder, rubbing against her opening before sinking in.

Laura cried out, pushing herself against him.

"You're so tight," He whispered.

Why was she so tight? Peter frowned slightly, moving further inside her, tearing something before he could fully settle inside.

"Jesus," Peter muttered.

He pulled his hips back, then looked down at her pussy. Sure enough, there was blood trickling down his cock.

Was that normal? He'd just taken her virginity last night, hadn't he? He'd torn her hymen, so why was it back again?

'She has a healing factor… Don't tell me it regenerates her hymen too?' Peter thought incredulously.

Peter just sighed, and put his cock back inside her.

Her walls were still tight around him, but they weren't as rough this time. There was no pain or discomfort for her, It seemed, or so he deduced from her expression. It felt nice, actually. A little rough, but not painful.

Laura moaned again, pushing her hips up against him.

Peter turned the shower off and kissed her on the neck, moving back and forth inside of her. He moved faster, his hips pounding against hers.

Laura moaned like a bitch in heat.

Peter held her close, enjoying the way she moaned beneath him.

He slid his hands down her body, caressing her breasts and stomach, kissing her all over.

She melted against his chest, moaning whenever he touched her.

As Peter felt her walls tightening around him, and her thighs shuddering against his hips, he came inside her.

Laura's muscles gripped him tightly, milking his cock for every drop.

Then, as she collapsed on the ground and his cock slipped out of her, Peter grabbed her waist and pulled her up, lining his cock on her cute little butthole before massaging it with his cock.

"A-Ah!" She squeaked out.

"Relax," Peter said, pressing the tip of his cock inside her butt hole.

Laura bit her lip and shivered as he slowly pushed himself inside, but she relaxed somewhat once Peter stopped pushing forward.

He let her adjust to his size before continuing, watching the way her ass jiggled back and forth.

It wasn't the most comfortable feeling, but it felt good. And she was cute, even though she was trying not to be.

Peter moved her slightly, and she hugged his back, moving her hips in tandem with his thrusts.

"God, you're so tight…" Peter grunted out.

Laura was breathing hard, her butthole gripping him tightly.

She reached back and held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

Before long, as he thrust deep inside her, Peter felt her two claws extending. She gripped his back, her claws slicing at his back.

Peter groaned out, and Laura moaned.

He slowed down, pulling out of her ass.

Laura whimpered, but didn't say anything.

Peter sat down on the tub's edge, ordering her to clean his cock of the residual cum. As she listened to him obediently, Peter's thoughts wandered a little.

She was a wolf, technically. A beast.

And he had the beast system, which should, technically, make him a beast also. The reason she was being so docile was probably because of that.

She might be a wolf, but at the moment, he was her beast, her mate, so that was probably the reason behind why she wasn't being so dominant and was letting him be in the lead.

As Laura sucked on his cock, Peter used his finger to put a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Once he was satisfied, he leaned back and watched her suck him off.

They were both dripping wet, and the water was warm and comforting.

Laura licked and suckled at his cock, swallowing his cock whole and bobbing her head up and down.

Peter wrapped his hands around her slim waist, holding her in place as he fucked her face.

"Fuck," He breathed out.

He felt her tongue teasing the underside of his cock as he continued fucking her.

"That's it," He grunted. "Take it. Take it all."

Laura whimpered, but didn't stop sucking on his cock.

Peter couldn't help but moan loudly, looking at her beautiful face.

Finally not being able to hold it in anymore, he let out ropes of cum, painting her mouth and face in white.

She quickly gulped everything down before continuing to clean his cock clean. Then, she crawled over him and kissed his cheek.

Peter spent a bit more time with her inside there before they cleaned each other up and got dressed.

More like, Peter pulled out some of his clothes from his [Inventory].

Needless to say, Laura looked cute in his clothes oversized clothes.

Peter and Laura sat on the bed, staring at each other.

"So…" Peter began slowly. "Who're you?"

Laura blinked, looking down at her hands.

"I'm Laura Kinney…?" She said quietly.

"Yeah," Peter nodded. "Well, I guess we can start with who you are now. What're you up to? Where do you live? How old are you…?"

She looked confused.

"I don't… Know."

This confirmed his suspicion.

She was probably shot in the head.

He sighed.

"I'm a mutant for one," she said suddenly. "I think…"

"Oh… Please don't go around announcing that to every stranger you meet."

She opened her mouth and then closed it.

"But you…"

"I'm a stranger." Peter deadpanned.

She nodded.

"Okay," She said softly.

"Do you remember anything?" Peter asked.

Laura's eyes lit up.

"Yes! Yes, I remember a lot."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I remember everything that happened between us."

Peter sighed.

He couldn't leave her like this… But he might have to get involved with X-Men and the mutants if he gave her asylum.

That would be troublesome.

'And Logan too…" Peter groaned internally. Logan thought of Laura as his daughter, and Peter was sure Logan wouldn't be too welcome of the fact that he fucked his sixteen years old daughter.

Not only did Laura look like Laura, but she had Laura's powers too.

So, he would have to get involved with the X-Men, and that meant him interacting with Professor Xavier, the X-Men and possibly even more shit related to the Brotherhood and Emma Frost; if things got out of hand that is.

But Laura really needed help, and his conscience wouldn't allow him to just leave her here, especially after he fucked her to oblivion.

"Alright," Peter said firmly. "I'll take you to the Xavier Institute and see what can be done about your memory loss."

Laura looked confused.

"What's Xavier Institute?"

Peter didn't answer.

He just stood up, getting himself together. He needed to go home now.

Gwen… Well, he'll do something about her. He loves her too much to leave her. She's mad at him, so he wouldn't force himself for now.

And thinking of Gwen, Peter felt another pang of guilt wash over him.

She was the mother of his child, his future wife, and he was still cheating on her and would continue to do so.

"Hey!" Laura shouted suddenly.

Peter turned to see her standing up angrily.

"Where am I going?!" She demanded.

He stared down at her.

She stood up to him? How amusing.

As she started fidgeting under his gaze, Peter relented.

"Home," Peter grumbled.

Then they took off, Peter simply walked out of the hotel and then led them to a secluded area, holding onto her hand tightly.

He opened a portal straight to his house and walked through, much to Laura's amazement.

She'd never seen such a thing before.

"This is a teleport?" She asked.

"No." Peter nodded.

"What's a teleporter?"

"Shut up."

She did.

Peter thought of what to do with her. She got shot in the head and lost her memories like Logan, that much he was sure of. That's why he didn't leave her alone back at the pub-God knows how she even got there.

But all this meant another thing, someone was after her.

The reason she was at that bar was because she was being chased by some unknown group or because she was hiding there from someone.

Now, by helping her when he was 'Peter' and not 'Spider-Man', Peter had gotten a target set on him. Who? He didn't know. It didn't really matter much either.

He sighed and slumped down on the bed.

"Um," Laura sounded, popping into the edge of his vision. "What should I do?"

Peter closed his eyes for a moment.

"Do whatever you want, just don't go out for now. I'll think of something."

Oh… Outside… This reminded him of his plans to go looking for houses with Gwen.

Great.

Peter tried not to think, but his mind wandered off to Gwen anyway. She broke up with him.

His heart ached, and he was about to fall into the pits of self-loathing, again.

But Laura sat on top of his stomach, staring down at him curiously, rubbing his abs over the shirt he was wearing.

Peter shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

He didn't need any distractions right now.

"Hey," Laura said softly. "Why were you so sad last night?" She blushed a little, presumably remembering last night.

"Nothing…" Peter sighed. "Just broke up with my girl."

Laura frowned.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Peter shrugged. "We've been dating for a while, she's pregnant with a kid too…"

"What?!" Laura gasped.

"Didn't mean to shock you." Peter sighed.

"Oh…" Laura said awkwardly. "Um… I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

'… I'll do something about it.' Peter thought.

He heard Laura sigh behind him, but he ignored her.

Gwen Stacy sighed, rubbing her stomach. Enough moping around, she shouldn't feel bad because some bastard cheated on her with his own aunt and probably a whole bunch of other women while he was at it.

He wasn't worth the angst that she had been feeling all day long; she should have known better than to get involved with someone like him in the first place.

When he ràped her, she shouldn't have reconciled.

He wasn't worth it.

'Who am I kidding?'

Gwen chuckled bitterly and entered her bathroom, doing her morning rituals before she would get ready for school. She wasn't skipping school today because of a stupid reason like breaking up with the father of her future child.

Gwen donned new clothes, and picked up her stuff before going down to eat. Her dad wasn't home today, she thanked her stars he wasn't home, otherwise he would've had to see her like that.

After making a quick breakfast and eating, Gwen left for school, humming a soft tune as she walked.

It was time for a new start.

Lord_Kismet: Thank God she's better now ? I just hope she won't do anything stupid.

Read ahead ASAP!

ø /Lord_Kismet

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Chapter 91

91: A New Start

The news was out.

Midtown High knew that Peter and Gwen had broken up. How, why, or by whom this info got leaked, no one knew. It just appeared.

And the students were bothering Peter and Gwen about it.

Mostly males asked Gwen, wondering if they had a chance now.

And mostly girls approached Peter, wondering if they had a chance.

Peter didn't want to talk about it. He would rather be in the warehouse working on his projects, but instead he came to school today, hoping that he'd get a breath of fresh air.

He wasn't avoiding anyone, really; they were coming to him like a magnet. Peter hated this increased popularity, to be completely honest. The only good thing was that the students stopped after the news went down a little.

But this wasn't something he enjoyed. And it sure as hell wasn't what he expected when he wanted to come to school today.

Seriously, he should've just worried about Laura Kinney's situation. He should have just taken her to the Xavier Institute instead of coming to school. Who knows, he might have learned something new there. But no, he had to go to school.

Now he wished he hadn't.

"Hey."

"Oh hey," Peter said, turning around to see a girl walking toward him from across the hallway.

She was pretty, to say the least, and when he saw the little blush on her cheeks, Peter sighed a little. He knew why she was here.

"Sorry to bother," the girl chuckled nervously. "So, um, I… Um, I'm having a party tonight, and I thought you might want to join me?" She asked shyly. "I heard you broke up with Gwen, so… So thought you'd probably like a breath of fresh air."

Peter blinked for a moment and then nodded slowly.

"Sure, okay. I mean, I wouldn't mind going to a party."

He minded going to a party, very much so. This girl had 'impure' thoughts about him, that much was certain. But Peter wasn't really going to let go of a chance.

Free points.

He shrugged and smiled at her.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," he said, waving at her to leave before heading off.

He sighed.

What a day.

He remembered the morning, when he'd just woken up and checked the notifications he'd ignored before.

Surprisingly, when he fucked Laura and tore her hymen again, it registered as her first time to the system. It was a bit surprising, but Peter had just shrugged it off since, well, he could just use Laura as a point farm.

Then he'd come to school and heard about Gwen and his break-up from Ned. The chubby fellow was surprised, and he'd come to Peter to ask the details. Ned seemed worried for him, so Peter was a bit happy about that.

And now? Now Peter wished he could just go home, sit on his bed, and do nothing.

Probably fuck Laura again, farm more points, and all that.

The rest of the school day was uneventful. Boring as always, which was fine by Peter. He didn't want to socialize anyway.

After school, however, things started getting interesting.

It was already dark outside by the time Peter left school, and he was walking through the back alleys, trying to avoid people.

That's when, from the corner of his vision, he noticed a black shadow following him.

Peter turned around to look at it-and found a figure standing in the shadows. He quickly jumped at it, throwing his hands around it to catch it.

Peter, of course, knew who it was. But he needed to act startled.

"Ow!" A feminine voice sounded. "Get away! It's me!"

Peter bit back a grin, fondled her butt, and backed away, looking at her suspiciously.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her, squinting his eyes.

"You know," Felicia glared at him. "I thought I'd come to talk, try to be a good friend for once, if you consider us friends, and console you since you broke up. I thought you'd be sad." Her glare intensified. "But look at you! You are here, fondling my butt the first we met."

"I was just startled," Peter smirked. "How did you even find me?"

Felicia rolled her eyes.

"I followed you," Felicia said, pointing at him with a finger. "Since you came out of school."

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you have a date planned or something?" He asked. He and Felicia were talking a bit through messages, so Peter knew she had a date planned. Oh, this talking through the messages was also the reason she considered them friends.

Not that Peter minded, of course.

"It's canceled. The girl backed out," Felicia sighed. "So I decided to come here and talk to you instead."

"Well, I can't say I don't appreciate it," Peter said, smiling. "But it hurts to know you only came because the girl backed out on you." He feigned a hurt look.

Felicia sighed and huffed.

"Can we please not talk about this?" She said. "Let's talk about something else."

"Like what?" Peter asked.

"Anything!" She glared at him, huffing.

"Let's talk about your godly butt, then. Maybe I can figure out why you have such a great ass."

Felicia stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

"I'm gonna beat you up." She said blankly.

"Ooh, kinky." Peter grinned. "Maybe I can teach you some new ways to enjoy yourself."

Felicia looked at him, her face bright red.

"Dude, that is gross." She said, shuddering.

"Meh, just kidding." He gave her a side hug, and then they started walking. "I'm just messing with you."

Felicia stared at him from the side, looking at his eyelashes.

"You're a good guy, you know?" She said, staring at him. "So don't let a break-up get to your head."

She grinned.

"There's a lot of fish in the ocean."

Peter stared at her, dumbfounded.

"I mean it!" She slapped his abs. "Just look at yourself, muscles. Girls will be over you, just look around. Don't get stuck up on a break-up. It happens."

"Muscles?" Peter looked at her incredulously. "Seriously? That's what you're gonna call me now?"

She laughed. "It's true, though. Just look at you. You have muscles. And a nice ass. I bet girls will be flocking around you."

"Is that so?" Peter said, raising an eyebrow.

Felicia nodded.

"Yeah! I bet you'll have a lot of offers. You're young, handsome, and strong. Good looks with a great personality too."

He looked at her, grinning.

"You sure you're not falling for my charms?" He asked her, stopping suddenly and pinning her against the wall, his hands pinning hers on the wall as he touched her butt slightly with his crotch. "Because let me tell you…" He neared her ear, whispering. "I'm totally open."

Felicia slapped his arm and pushed him away, making him laugh.

She looked at him blankly.

"You wish!" She humphed and walked in front of him, stomping her way through. "Come on, let's go!"

Peter chuckled.

She might've thought that she hid it well, but he had plenty of time to see that blush stealing her cheeks.

He laughed slightly, following behind her.

Felicia Hardy moved faster, taking deep breaths to calm her frantically beating heart.

This was not how she pictured their friendship going.

They were supposed to hang out together, go shopping sometimes, and do other stuff. She wanted a male friend for once. Felicia had realized that her past trauma had been forcing her from enjoying her life.

So, she just wants Peter as a friend she could rely on. She'd tested him thoroughly, without the intention of doing so, and he was a fine-ass dude.

She was sure he wouldn't attack her.

But…

'That was totally unexpected…'

She bit her lower lip, cursing under her breath

Her fingers were still trembling.

God damn it! Why does he have to be so hot?!

Felicia shook her head violently, clearing her mind from these thoughts.

She was a professional, dammit.

She'd been avoiding men for a while now, it was a surprise to her that she found Peter attractive.

Felicia increased the pace at which she walked so that Peter wouldn't see her face; she was sure she was blushing right about now.

As she walked, her mind wandered back to what happened. The way he forced her against the wall. The way his breath tickled her ear as he whispered sweet things in her ears. The way he grabbed her butt and rubbed it against his groin…

Shit!

Why was she thinking about all that?

Was it because of the hormones?!

Then where had they been before?! Why would they pop out just now?!

'It's not that!' Felicia scolded herself. 'It's just because he's a hunk.'

It made sense. If he was a guy who worked out a lot, then his body would be toned and fit.

And as it turns out, Felicia was into that. Maybe that's why she found him attractive and hot…

Felicia sighed, whimpering in her mind.

She couldn't think straight.

This was something new for her… Seeing a boy in such a different light… It was so very different.

She'd found him attractive after their encounters.

How he'd saved him from that hammer drone, how she doubted and accused him of ràping Jessica, and to how he forgave her for it.

Felicia had realized her hots for him… But she'd never considered the possibility because he was dating. And Felicia, for one, didn't want it to be a fucking love triangle. One person would always get hurt, no matter what.

And so, she kept her distance from him, emotionally. She avoided thinking she could be with him.

But now… Now that Gwen and he weren't dating anymore…

Now she felt like… Something.

She couldn't describe it. There were feelings she never expected to feel.

And now, as she walked ahead of him, she couldn't stop feeling them.

A bubbly fluffy feeling in her stomach.

Maybe she should ask him out?

As Felicia blushed thinking about it, her mind wondered about the possibility.

'I mean…'

His intention was clear, no?

She could use this chance to get closer, no?

Then again, she knew that he was open to this because he recently broke up with Gwen and wanted to date other women… So he could keep his mind off Gwen.

It was a bit wrong of him, in her opinion.

But…

'I… I don't really mind if this works out…' She smiled, smiling to herself.

'If it does, great.'

And if it doesn't work out… No big deal. She'd just end the relationship and forget about it. Like she'd done countless times already.

With women, of course.

As the seed took place in her heart, Felicia suddenly realized something.

She'd always been attracted to older men. She never liked young boys. And Peter was, technically, a seventeen years old young boy.

So, how did it come to it that she began to like him?

Felicia's cheeks burned at her own question.

She didn't care. It didn't matter. She was happy.

She was happy because she realized she was growing feelings for Peter.

She was happy because she realized she liked not only older men, but one particular young boy also.

This was fucking character development!

She was finally getting rid of her trauma!

Even though she didn't know how it happened, she was glad it did.

And she was okay with that.

So, maybe she should just take a step more?

Peter didn't approach Felicia as they walked.

Instead, his eyes were on the panel in front of him, and he was a lot more than just surprised.

Name: Felicia Hardy

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

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Species: Mutant

Status: Enlightened, excited, overcoming her trauma, feeling love, pondering if she should ask you out, embarrassed, feeling really good…

Virgin: Yes

Anal Virgin: Yes

Affection: 80%

Love: 100%

Horniness: 10% (she's not that horny right now)

Fear: 40%

Loyalty: 99%

Trust: 97%

Likes: Peter, stealing, thrill of stealing, getting bossed around, being dominated, girls, forced approach, being manhandled by Peter…

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 has just realized her feelings for you

A yandere in development

Difficulty: A++ (Dude… wow… just a little push)

This was surely surprising.

Peter smiled, staring at her walking in front.

System text from Laura

[Task complete! Vaginal sex]

[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+1500 SP]

[Tasks Complete! Get Fellatio; Give Cunnilingus; Anal Sex]

[+400 SP]

Points at this chap: [21,110/100,000 SP]

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Chapter 92

92: We're Not A Thing Bruh

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]