Chapter 21 : Second Quest - Lines and Limits
New York, Queens – Alex's POV
I pushed the door open quietly, the familiar creak echoing through the apartment. The faint hum of the TV filled the air — some late-afternoon rerun playing softly — and Wendy was curled up on the couch, flipping lazily through a magazine.
"Hey," I said, stepping inside.
She looked up and gave me a small, warm smile. "Hey, you. Long day?"
"Something like that," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "I stopped by to see Gwen. Brought her some cake."
Wendy's smile widened just a little. "That's sweet of you. You two doing okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "She seemed better."
I lingered for a second, watching her type, then decided not to bother her any more. "I'll be in my room," I said.
"Mm-hmm," she hummed, half-listening as I walked down the hall.
My room felt still — the kind of quiet that presses in after a long day. I closed the door behind me, dropped my bag by the desk, and let myself fall back onto the bed.
For a few minutes, I just stayed there, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me. My thoughts wandered — Gwen's laugh, the warmth of her smile, the way being around her had made everything else disappear. For a few hours, I hadn't been the guy with powers or moral dilemmas or a system whispering in his head. I'd just been… me.
But now that calm was fading. The weight I'd pushed aside all day was creeping back in, quiet but insistent.
I sat up slowly, exhaling through my nose. And that's when it flickered to life — the faint blue shimmer of a system window, hovering in front of me like a silent reminder. The one that had appeared when I got to Gwen's earlier.
I'd ignored it then, choosing her over whatever new "mission" the system wanted to throw at me. But now, with no distractions left, I couldn't keep putting it off.
A faint pulse of light traced the edge of the screen, waiting.
"Alright," I muttered, steeling myself. "Let's see what you've got for me this time."
And I opened the mission.
[SYSTEM QUEST – ACTIVE]
Mission Title: Conquest Gwen Stacy
Description:
Gwen Stacy is a charming and energetic young woman, who is also already your girlfriend. You will have to conquer her and make her yours; to do this, you will have to mark her physically and mentally until she can no longer live without you.
Repeatable Objectives :
These objectives can be completed multiple times.
Each completion grants the listed rewards.
Mark her physically whit a creampie
Reward: Conquest Point
Mark her mentally by giving her a mind blowing orgasm
Reward: Conquest Point
Unique Objectives :
These objectives can only be completed once.
Rewards are granted a single time upon first completion.
Impregnate her because there is no greater physical mark of conquest
Reward: Template : Spiderman (Earth-928)
Make her fulfill her most taboo fantasy with you because there is no greater mental mark of conquest
Reward: A Gacha Pull
[Tip: The most taboo fantasy of the target is cuckqueen.]
I stared at the mission screen, the familiar glow of the system illuminating my room. Another mission. Another set of objectives. This time… Gwen. My Gwen.
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. It wasn't panic like before with Mary Jane. I had seen this pattern, understood how the system worked. I knew what was at stake.
Still… the stakes were very different. The first three objectives — Creampie her, giving her a mind blowing orgasm, and impregnating her — mirrored those from Mary Jane's mission. The mechanism was the same, the potential gain clear. But the context was entirely different. Mary Jane wasn't my girlfriend. Gwen was. Everything I did here wasn't just about power or points — it was about trust, love, and the delicate balance of our relationship. And even if my former self also had a big impregnation kink. I'm really not prepared to face the consequences with Gwen, and even less so with Mary Jane.
Then there was the fourth objective — make her my cuckqueen. My mind froze for a second. Unlike the others, this wasn't just a test of restraint or morality. This… this was personal. It forced me to confront not just power, but desire, fantasy, and the boundaries of intimacy.
And yet, a thought crept in — the teasing Gwen had thrown my way the other day. Was it really just teasing? Or was it her subtly hinting at something, her own way of expressing what she might want? The possibility made my chest tighten. Every laugh, every playful glance, suddenly carried a weight I hadn't considered before.
Unlike Mary Jane, where temptation and curiosity guided my caution, here the implications were far more personal. Each action, each subtle use of my abilities, wasn't just a step toward power. It was a step in a relationship I cared about deeply. The system was testing me again, yes, but the metrics now included a heart I couldn't ignore.
I pressed my hands together, closing my eyes for a moment. The calm of my room did little to quiet the storm of thoughts. Gwen was my anchor, yes, but the mission's weight pressed against it. I needed to think. To plan. To understand fully before acting.
The first two objectives — Creampie her and giving her a mind blowing orgasm — I could accept. The consequences were minimal, the pleasure mutual. It wasn't about manipulation or coercion; it was about shared experience. Something I would have inevitably explored with her in time, and now the system was merely acknowledging it, rewarding it. There was no reason to refuse. But that didn't mean forcing her to do anything she didn't want.
The idea settled in my chest, a strange mix of relief and tension. If I approached this thoughtfully, I could navigate the mission without compromising the trust and love between us. It was a first step, a way to test the waters, to understand the system's intentions and limits without allowing them to dictate my relationship.
I opened my eyes, letting the light from the window wash over me. The path ahead was clearer for now, though still fraught with questions. Every action would matter, every choice could shape not just the mission, but us. And I had to remember that — to balance what the system demanded with what Gwen and I deserved.
The next objectives, however, weighed differently on my mind. Impregnating her… the idea itself wasn't inherently wrong, but Gwen and I were too young. Too inexperienced. The timing was off, and the consequences of rushing something like that were too high. It wasn't about refusal, just patience and responsibility. I couldn't — wouldn't — let the system dictate a choice that wasn't right for us yet.
And then there was making her my cuckqueen… the most delicate of all. The idea of involving someone else, even with consent, was something I couldn't approach lightly. I had to be absolutely certain it was truly what Gwen wanted before even considering it. This wasn't about power, reward, or temptation — it was about trust, boundaries, and respect. Any misstep here could shatter everything we had.
For now, I let myself breathe. The first moves were clear, manageable, and aligned with both of our comfort. The rest… the rest would require more thought, more communication, and, above all, absolute care. I would approach them only when the timing and consent were unquestionable.
I leaned back, letting the weight of the immediate decisions settle. I'd already decided to talk to Gwen tomorrow, to hear her thoughts and make sure anything we did was truly mutual. That was settled. For now, there were bigger questions to tackle.
The missions themselves… the triggers were starting to make a little more sense. Two activations, two patterns. Contact wasn't necessary — at least not in the way I'd assumed with Mary Jane. The system didn't seem to rely on physical touch. What mattered was… mutual interest. Some form of connection, some alignment of attention or desire between us. That much was clear.
But what kind of interest? That was still a puzzle. Attraction? Emotional curiosity? Playfulness, teasing, consent in spirit? The variables were narrowing, but the exact parameters remained elusive. I could map the general conditions, but the details would require more observation, more experience — and careful thought.
For now, I let myself run through scenarios, thinking like a strategist rather than a participant. Understanding the "why" behind the system's triggers was the first step to controlling my own actions.
I pushed myself up from the desk, running a hand through my hair. Thinking endlessly wasn't going to give me answers — it would just exhaust me. Observation, subtle experimentation, careful attention to Gwen's reactions… that was how I'd begin to understand the triggers. I didn't need to act immediately; I just needed to be aware, to gather the pieces slowly and deliberately.
With that in mind, I decided it was time to step away from my room. The quiet of the apartment had been helpful, but I needed a change of pace. A few moments with Wendy, some normal conversation, would ground me again. It would remind me that life didn't exist solely in the realm of system missions and powers — that there was still family, laughter, and ordinary moments worth cherishing. And with Mom expected home soon, the evening promised the comfort of routine, the calm of home, and the warmth of family around me.