Empire State University, Cafeteria, Lunch Break:
"Okay," Marko said, staring at us like reality had personally betrayed him. "What the fuck is going on?"
He dragged a hand down his face, his eyes twitching in annoyance.
"No, seriously. How?"
No, Marko wasn't behaving like that because an alien brain-eating tick parasitized him.
"Do you have any problem, Marko?" Felicia asked with a sweet smile.
Marko immediately felt a chill down his spine. "No, absolutely not, ma'am."
I gave Marko a disgusted look for his spineless surrender.
Perhaps Marko saw that look and grew angry at once. Since he didn't have the guts to talk back to Felicia, he directed his frustration at me.
"What's with that look?" Marko roared as he looked at me and slammed his hand on the table.
Classic example of fearing the strong and bullying the weak.
"Weren't you, till yesterday, behaving as if even if she is the last girl on Earth, you would rather die than acknowledge her existence, then how did you take a sudden one-eighty turn?"
Then the anger on Marko's face morphed into frustration and resentment, and he made a constipated face.
He looked like that bullied wife who spent the whole day cleaning, only to have someone say, "So what did you do today?"
"Do you know what I have been going through for the last few months?"
"You just patted your ass and left as if it was no longer your business."
"But because of that, I became the target."
As Marko said that, he looked at Felicia, who maintained that sweet smile. He immediately shivered, the angry expression going into smoke. Then he looked back at me, and the anger and resentment appeared once again.
I gave Marko an annoyed look.
Though I understood why he reacted like that, it was the same reason the entire cafeteria was looking at me.
Or more like, looking at us, me and Felicia.
All because the said kitty was leisurely sitting sideways on my lap like she was marking her territory.
There goes my plan to be a nameless background NPC.
Among the students looking at us and whispering among themselves, two gazes bored a hole in me.
They belonged to two of the four boyfriends Felicia made to make me jealous, whom she dumped after a week each because they were all too useless to do the job she expected of them.
Flash still hadn't arrived in the cafeteria.
As for the fourth? A masked assailant attacked the poor guy, and the guy was so injured that he couldn't leave the hospital for at least half a year. No one knew who the assailant was.
Perhaps Felicia senses the hostile gazes towards me. She checked who it was and found that it was her two ex-boyfriends.
She showed them a smile, part playful, part mocking. Then she looked at Gwen, who was pretending to eat her lunch but was constantly looking at us from the corner of her eye. Even I could see the tightness of her jaw, her rigid posture, and a faint vein throbbing in her head.
Felicia gave Gwen a challenging look, and then she turned her head and kissed me in front of the cafeteria.
I heard the sounds of hearts breaking in the cafeteria.
After kissing for a few seconds, I slapped her ass and separated. A cute yelp escaped her mouth. "Behave," I said, annoyed.
Felicia gave me a sassy smile but stopped for now. She ground her ass on my lap a few times, then turned around and started eating again.
Marko continued glaring at me, but when he understood he wouldn't be getting any sympathy from me, he gave up and started eating again, angrily slurping his noodles.
I thought the drama was over, but I had a strange feeling that it still wasn't over.
And I was right.
"FELICIA?!"
Ah, here we go again.
Flash walked towards us with murder in his eyes.
I had already noticed him before. He had arrived when Felicia kissed me, but was too shocked to react. Only now was his server back online.
"I knew it was you who came into our relationship," Flash growled as he walked towards us.
"Felicia," Flash looked at Felicia, who was looking at him with a bored look. "Why are you with this nameless nobody? You deserve to be with someone like me, and not a pathetic loser like him."
A chill appeared in Felicia's eyes. She turned and gave me an apologetic look, then turned back to Flash with fury in her eyes. She rose from my lap and took a step toward Flash.
"Stay away from us, Flash," Felicia said in a low tone. "I had already told you, it is over between us."
"But how can you choose this loser over me?" Flash appealed, "We were the perfect couple."
"Perfect couple?" Felicia laughed. She ruthlessly tore apart Flash's heart. "We weren't a couple. It was just an act. Whatever happened between us was only an act."
Then maybe she thought it wasn't enough, so she continued coldly, "Not just with you, the other three were acts too." She looked at the other two in the cafeteria and then looked back at Flash, "You were just props in a scene I needed to play. It looked real, sure. But fiction always does until the credits roll."
Flash started shaking, hearing that. He considered himself too self-important, but Felicia directly compared her to a prop in someone else's movie. He didn't even get to be an actor. Though technically, I would be the actor of that movie, no matter how few lines I had.
Flash looked like he could erupt any moment now. But it might be that he remembered how effortlessly Felicia had defeated him; he directed that growing, impotent rage towards me.
"Is that all you got, you loser?"
"Huh? Hiding behind a woman?"
"Are you even a man?"
I picked my ear with my little finger.
Man, he was loud.
I didn't even bother standing up.
"Loser? Standing behind a woman?" I repeated mockingly. "Dude, you don't even have a woman to hide behind, aren't you ashamed to run your mouth in front of me?"
"Fucking loser," I mocked with disdain.
"And why the hell do I prove to you whether I am a man or not. I don't swing that way. Go find someone else to scratch your itch."
"Felicia had already experienced last night how much of a man I am."
I gave another disdainful look to Flash, who was standing there, stunned and speechless. He was trying to say something, but couldn't find the words.
Felicia instead gave me an aroused look. Kitty was in heat.
Then I noticed something weird.
The cafeteria was quiet, too quiet.
I looked around, and everyone was looking at me with stunned silence.
I turned to Marko, who was stunned like the rest. He bowed his head solemnly and said, "Great master, please teach me the way of shamelessness."
"Fuck off."
"You, you," Flash finally managed to say something, but was still too confused to say anything meaningful.
Before he could say his third "you", he was clocked by Felicia and sprawled on the floor with a single punch.
With that, the face was finally over, and Felicia came back, but I stopped her before she could sit in my lap.
She pouted but sat beside me.
"You know?" Felicia said with a sultry smile, "I don't mind experiencing how much of a man you are today again."
Marko coughed loudly to show he was still there. We, of course, ignored him.
"Not possible," I refused without hesitation."I have something important to do and will be unreachable for the next three days."
Felicia raised an eyebrow, hearing that. Her face showed mild concern. I gave her a reassuring nod. She looked relieved, but then she likely returned to my rejection, snorted, and went back to eating.
I smiled seeing that.
That was, of course, a significant reason for me to refuse her, but it was not the only one.
I still shuddered remembering last night.
She was insatiable.
[R-18 Start]
Flashback, Last Night:
The kiss continued as Felicia let out all the frustration, desperation, and resentment she felt in the last few months.
I took it all in as I matched her intensity. She had suffered enough; it was now time for her reward.
While kissing, Felicia shivered as if afraid that it was all a dream. I held her tightly with my hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her in as if trying to meld her into me.
This reassured her as the shivering decreased and soon stopped, and she kissed me even more passionately.
The kiss finally ended, and our lips separated slowly. Felicia was still in my arms as she panted and looked at me with a red face.
"I want you. I need you," Felicia confessed. Then she declared, "Both Felicia and Black Cat are yours."
"Please don't ignore me like that ever again," Felicia pleaded, her lips shivering.
I smiled and kissed her lips softly, "I won't."
We once again kissed, even more passionately than before. The kiss didn't last long as Felicia gently separated from my embrace.
Then she gave a smile, half sweet and half sultry, and knelt before me.
Without removing her eyes from me, she pulled down the zipper of my pants with her lips. Then she unbuckled my belt and took off my pants.
Her smile turned downright sultry as she looked at the bulge in my underwear. She gave my cock a teasing lick over the underwear. That was enough to harden my semi-hard cock completely.
The list increased in her eyes as she saw my hard cock. In a single motion, she pulled down my underwear. Because her face was so close, the moment my cock was free, it fell on her face.
PAT
Her smile increased as she held my cock in one of her hands. She gave the tip a few licks and pumped it with her hand.
I felt a jolt of pleasure as she licked the underside of the head. She saw my reaction and showed a mischievous smile.
She licked the length and the balls a few times, and when the cock was slick enough with saliva, she opened her mouth and took the head in. She swirled her tongue around the head, stimulating it.
She pulled it deeper, swallowing a third of the length, then half. Her throat worked around me rhythmically, a slow, deep suckle followed by a quick, shallow pump. Her eyes never left mine, glistening with a fierce mix of desire and triumph. I gripped her hair, a groan escaping my lips as the sensation intensified.
"Good girl," I rasped, running my thumb along her cheekbone.
She paused, pulling back just enough to lick the entire length of my shaft rapidly, coating it completely, then dove back in with renewed vigor. She started going faster, her pumping motions becoming frantic, needy, driven by the months of pent-up longing. The edge was quickly becoming a dangerous cliff. I felt my hips thrust forward instinctively, urging her on, unable to hold back the accelerating rush.
Just as I felt the pressure becoming unbearable, she pulled off suddenly, a long string of saliva stretching between us. She smiled, and without a word, she scrambled up to her feet.
Her smile widened as she looked at my frustrated face. I was too close.
"You can't cum just like that," Felicia smiled sultrily. She pulled down the zipper of her suit and took it off. Her body in all its naked glory was in front of me.
"Fuck me." Felicia gave me a challenging look.
She is going to regret it.
I pulled her by her hand and threw her on the couch. Despite the rough treatment, she merely giggled and still gave me that challenging look. I took off my shirt and walked slowly towards her.
I pinned her down, my body weight pressing her into the plush cushions. The challenging smile on her face didn't falter, even as I leaned in, my mouth finding hers in a punishing, dominant kiss. My hand slid down, cupping her breast, thumb teasing her already hard nipple through a sheer layer of sweat.
Her hips bucked beneath me, a low moan vibrating in her throat as she fought to deepen the kiss, matching my aggression with an unyielding hunger. I broke the kiss, leaving her panting, her eyes dark with intensity.
"You asked for it," I growled, my voice rough.
I positioned myself between her legs. She immediately wrapped them around my waist, urging me closer. I grabbed my length and drove into her in one swift, deep thrust.
A gasp, followed by a long, drawn-out cry of pure pleasure, tore from her lips. She tightened around me, her internal muscles clenching in a frantic welcome. I held myself still for a moment, letting us both adjust to the glorious, friction-filled fullness.
"Move," she begged, burying her face against my neck.
I obliged, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm—deep, heavy strokes designed to savor the connection. But she was too impatient. She began to thrust her hips up to meet me, forcing the pace faster, pushing us both toward the inevitable climax.
I switched to a relentless, powerful rhythm, lifting her hips slightly to hit her deeper, harder. Her breathing turned ragged, interspersed with pleas and incoherent moans. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the groans of deep pleasure filled the room.
The couch became a blur of frantic limbs and tangled hair. I flipped her onto her stomach, entering her from behind, her curves molded perfectly against my front. Her claws dug into the cushions as she reached her peak.
My own groan swallowed her scream of release as I emptied myself deep inside her, collapsing onto her back, spent and breathless.
We lay there for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds our heavy breathing and the fast beating of our hearts.
Then, she stirred, wiggling free just enough to turn her head and whisper huskily in my ear, "Again."
I became hard immediately when I heard that. I got up, pulled her up, dragged her towards the wall, and then pinned her against it.
I lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, tightening my grip on her thighs. The intense friction against the wall sent a fresh wave of sensation through us both. Her nails raked lightly against my back, a sound drowned out by the renewed, passionate kissing.
I thrust into her with a deep, punishing rhythm, pinning her utterly against the cool plaster. Her hips met mine aggressively, a desperate, greedy dance of pure physicality. Her pleas became indistinguishable from her gasps, fueling my own escalating desire.
She pushed back against the wall, arching her spine, her head thrown back, hair spilling like a silver cascade. The sheer intensity of the moment was intoxicating. I drove harder, faster, targeting the pleasure spot with merciless precision.
"Please... don't stop!" she cried out, her voice raw.
I didn't. The world outside the confines of the room ceased to exist. There was only the heat, the sound of skin, the ragged breaths, and the relentless, driving need. I felt the familiar tightening in my chest, the explosive build-up nearing its peak.
With a final, earth-shattering surge, I emptied myself into her once more, a profound, shuddering release. Felicia screamed, a primal sound of utter surrender, her body going momentarily lax as she rode the waves of her own climax.
I held her against the wall for a long moment, my forehead resting against hers, our bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with spent desire.
Finally, I slowly lowered her back to the ground. She sagged against me, utterly drained, yet a satisfied, predatory smile slowly curved her lips.
"Told you," she whispered, her voice husky with triumph. "Again."
She didn't give me a chance to recover. She grabbed my hand and led me to the shower, her eyes burning with an unquenched hunger that promised a long, exhausting night.
[R-18 End]
Daily Bugle:
— 3rd Person POV —
"Foswell," J. Jonah Jameson barked, leaning back in his plush chair, "I want a full series. Front-page material. Articles that prove Big Man is Spider-Man."
He pulled out a cigar from a drawer.
"And don't stop there. Drag Arachne into it, too. Partners in crime. Make it stick."
"But Mr. Jameson," Foswell said hesitatingly. "We don't have any proof regarding that. Even the police aren't sure who Big Man really is."
He chose his words carefully.
"Last time, when we claimed Spider-Man was Shocker, we were wrong. The backlash was bad. If we're wrong again, people might stop trusting us."
"Quiet," Jameson snapped. "Only I will do the talking."
He lit the cigar, inhaled deeply, then spoke through the smoke, "I am still running this company. Your only job is to write whatever I ask you to."
Jameson leaned forward and looked coldly at Foswell, "Now, do as I say, or I will make sure that your career in journalism ends for good."
Foswell exhaled slowly and sighed in defeat, "Fine, Mr. Jameson." Then he left Jameson's office.
Peter was outside, waiting for his turn. He had listened to whatever happened inside as Jameson didn't bother to lower his voice.
Peter saw Foswell leaving Jameson's office with a resigned look.
"Mr. Foswell," Peter called, his voice somewhat angry. "You don't really believe that Spider-Man is Big Man, right?"
"Look, kid," Foswell shook his head. He continued with a tired voice, "I write whatever the boss asks me to write. If tomorrow he says Tony Stark is Big Man, I will write that too."
Foswell left, leaving Peter looking disappointed.
Peter entered Jameson's office.
"Mr. Jameson," Peter greeted, forcing professionalism.
Then he took out some photographs from his bag and placed them on the table. Jameson didn't even bother responding to Peter, choosing instead to pick up the photos.
He looked at them one by one, the scowl on his face increased with each photo. Most of them were unknown criminals and petty offenders. Only two were of Spider-Man and one of Arachne, all three mediocre.
"What is this garbage?" Jameson snarled.
"Mr. Jameson," Peter responded hesitatingly. "I thought about diversifying my portfolio."
"You wanna diversify, then go to some other paper," Jameson said, dismissively tossing the photographs aside. "Here, I pay you to bring me those wall-crawlers' photos, not this crap."
He jabbed a finger toward the door.
"Now get lost. And don't come back until you've got proof those masked freaks are villains."
"Yes, Mr. Jameson," Peter said through clenched teeth.
…
The city's crime had suddenly surged in just a few days as Big Man absorbed several small gangs. Those criminals grew fearless, believing that with the Big Man behind them, they were untouchable.
After leaving the Daily Bugle building, Peter changed into his Spider-Man suit and started patrolling the streets. But today, he didn't just want to stop the crimes; he was also looking for any clues about Big Man, whom no one had been able to find so far.
He thought about asking the criminals he'd caught, but they'd rather be caught by the cops than snitch on Big Man. And it wasn't even about respect, because Spider-Man noticed fear in their eyes. They were afraid of Big Man. Moreover, they were too low in the hierarchy, so they didn't really know anything concrete.
After swinging among the buildings for some time, Spider-Man came across another group. A group of armed robbers was robbing a jewellery store. He thought that they might know something about Big Man.
But before he could swoop down, defeat the robbers, and interrogate them, he noticed Arachne approaching them ahead of him.
He slowed down as he didn't want to trigger her. After their last discussion, things had been somewhat cold between them.
Despite the guns, Arachne quickly defeated the group of four robbers. Spider-Man noticed that she was too heavy-handed today. He knew that Arachne didn't mind injuring the criminals she caught, but even then, she still controlled herself. But today, it looked like she was pissed at something and was just taking out her anger on convenient targets.
'Wonder what made her so mad?' Spider-Man mused.
He quickly arrived near them to make sure Arachne wouldn't kill those criminals by mistake.
"Hey, fellow wallcrawler," Spider-Man greeted cheerfully. "I think they learned their mistake."
Arachne stopped beating the leader and turned back to look at Spider-Man. His spider sense suddenly flared, then quieted. After a few seconds, Arachne threw the criminal in her hand away.
Spider-Man walked towards the downed leader and picked him up by his collar. "Would you mind telling me where I can find Big Man and the Enforcers?"
—
Kevin's Home:
— 3rd Person POV —
Kevin went straight home from the university. He packed a bag with essentials, then opened his system. A screen appeared in front of his eyes with a Yes/No prompt.
Kevin didn't hesitate. He selected "Yes" and vanished from his room.
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