In a daze, Peter wobbled up into a sitting position on his bed, looking around in confusion.
“Oh, what happened to me?”
Seeing his field of vision blurred, Peter tried to rub his eyes, but as he raised his hand, he realized his glasses were still on his face.
This left him thoroughly bewildered as to why his vision was so blurry.
Taking off his glasses, Peter looked left and right, finding nothing wrong with the lenses.
He scratched his head in confusion.
“What on earth is going on?”
Unsure, Peter put his glasses back on, only to find he still couldn’t see clearly.
Helpless, he climbed out of bed, planning to go to the bathroom to clean his glasses and see if that would fix the issue.
Just as he got up and habitually glanced at the full-length mirror, he couldn’t take his eyes off his reflection.
“Woah~ Oh my god, look who this hunk is!
Oh~ It’s me, Peter Parker!”
Peter casually tossed his glasses aside, ripped off his top, walked over to the mirror, and struck several poses in disbelief.
He reached out to feel his body, unable to resist striking a few more poses.
“Woah~”
[Little Theater: No way, no way!
These broad shoulders, smooth muscular lines, and sleek skin!
This full, firm physique is practically the ultimate main-character body from a comic book!
Harry will definitely be jealous, and Mary Jane will definitely scream for me!]
(Little Peter stood on stage under a spotlight wearing a thong, while Mary Jane and Harry stared at him with sparkling eyes full of admiration.)
Meanwhile, in the guest room of the Parker house, Gwen woke up just as groggily.
Her eyelashes fluttered.
Feeling a tightness in her chest and difficulty breathing, she instinctively reached up to tug at her clothes, followed by a loud *rip*.
“?”
Gwen snapped her eyes open and sat straight up, finding herself in an unfamiliar room, holding the battle-damaged remnant of the jacket she had just bought.
“Oh god, what happened to me?”
As the daughter of an NYPD captain, Gwen quickly calmed down and began recalling what had happened.
“After being bitten by that spider, I felt terrible, and Mr.
Parker carried me back to his house?”
Recalling the sequence of events, Gwen looked over herself and found no signs that her clothes had been tampered with.
Looking up and seeing a full-length mirror hanging on the wall, Gwen shook her head and walked over, intending to fix her appearance and see if her makeup was ruined.
Yet that single look left Gwen unable to take her eyes off either.
“Oh my god…”
Looking at the gorgeous girl in the mirror, Gwen’s eyes were wide with disbelief.
She reached out to touch her face, then measured her chest area, muttering, “No wonder I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”
Saying so, Gwen pulled up her shirt to check her waist, turned around to inspect her back, then her thighs, her calves…
Everything was perfect, sculpted according to the golden ratio.
Standing before the mirror, Gwen struck a few dance poses, her body displaying a feline suppleness and flexibility.
Just as Gwen was immersed in admiring her own beauty, a knock came at the door.
“Miss Stacy, would you like something to eat?”
It was Gaia’s voice.
Gwen jolted in surprise.
Recalling how self-absorbed she had just been, a wave of bashfulness washed over her.
She quickly straightened her clothes and called back, “Mr.
Parker, just call me Gwen.
I’ll be right out.”
Standing outside the door, Gaia raised an eyebrow.
Little Gaia immediately covered his mouth, snickering as he mimicked Gwen’s tone.
“Ah~ Mr.
Parker~ Just call me Gwen~”
Gaia’s face darkened, and without hesitation, he delivered a kick.
“Off you go!”
He kicked Little Gaia straight out of the second-floor hallway window.
With the world quiet again, Gaia adjusted his clothes and replied, “Alright, Gwen.
You can still call me Mr.
Parker.
I don’t think we need to be so intimate.
By the way, I know you’re very hungry right now.
I’ve prepared food in the living room, so feel free to head down and eat.
Also, remember to control your strength.
If anything breaks, I expect full reimbursement.”
Finished speaking, Gaia didn’t wait for Gwen’s response, turning to knock on Peter’s door instead.
It wasn’t that Gaia was cold; it was simply that after living in New York for over twenty years, he had seen too many strange people.
Even if Gwens in other universes generally had a good reputation, without knowing her first, Gaia didn’t dare gamble on whether this universe’s Gwen was good or bad.
*Knock, knock, knock!*
Gaia knocked politely three times, and seeing Peter’s door unlocked, pushed it open and walked in.
“Peter, come out and eat.”
Peter, who was posing in front of the mirror, saw Gaia suddenly enter and hurriedly bent over, raising his hands in a futile attempt to cover his upper body.
“Hey, Gaia!
You can’t just walk in!”
It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but seeing Peter’s posture, Gaia immediately wore a look of disgust.
“Oh man, can you not cover your upper body like a girl?
There are no outsiders here.
We’re brothers, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.
Damn, the way you look right now is literally like a little girl.
You sissy, playing hard to get—I suggest you use your other hand to cover your backside next time.
That way you’ll feel much safer.”
Peter blinked, staring at the rambling Gaia.
[Little Spider Theater: Oh god, honestly, even though being told that makes me sad, I really love the way Cousin Gaia talks.
When will I be able to speak my mind and roast someone so bluntly?]
(Little Peter walked down the street, running up to anyone he disliked to talk trash to them.)
Saying that, Gaia picked up a piece of clothing and tossed it to Peter.
Just as he was about to tell him to head down for food, the sound of something breaking came from nearby.
“Holy shit, my door.
I knew it.”
Shaking his head helplessly, Gaia looked at Peter, who had put on his clothes.
“Hurry up and head downstairs.
I know you’re starving.”
Gaia turned and left, leaving Peter standing alone in the room, staring strangely at the doorway.
[Little Theater: Cousin Gaia actually said he knows I’m starving?
But he isn’t me, so how does he know if I’m hungry or not?
Well, I really am starving, but…
how does Cousin Gaia know?
Can he read my mind?]
(Little Peter cosplayed as The Thinker statue sitting on the toilet.)
Leaving Peter’s room, Gaia returned to the guest room where Gwen was.
He immediately saw Gwen standing upright in place like a child caught doing something wrong, holding the door handle in her hand.
Gaia looked at the doorframe that had fallen off, then at Gwen’s shredded jacket hanging in strips over her shoulders, and couldn’t help sighing.
Things were worse than he thought.
“Gaia…”
Hearing footsteps, Gwen looked up slightly, her ears turning red and her face flushing soft pink the moment she saw Gaia.
*Oh, why does Gaia look so hot right now?*
Gaia didn’t correct Gwen’s choice of address.
He also found Gwen pretty hot, even though she was just standing there doing nothing.
*Damn Spider Totem!*
*Trying to ruin my grand plans before I even get started?
Screw you!*
After a moment of silence, seeing Gwen’s face turn redder and redder, Gaia couldn’t hold back.
He grabbed Gwen’s hand to check her fingers.
After confirming that all ten of her fingers had glands similar to his—though not yet fully mutated and much smaller—Gaia was certain.
Motherfucker!
The spider that bit him and Gwen was indeed the exact same one.
*Son-of-a-bitch Spider-Whore, don’t let me run into you, or I’ll definitely find a way to throw you into a lab and make you mate with a hornet.*
Seeing Gaia forcefully grab her hand, Gwen’s face turned even redder.
She offered symbolic resistance twice before stopping altogether.
What would happen next?
Would Gaia come right up and tackle her?
How was she supposed to act?
Gwen’s mind ran wild with fantasies.
Gaia, however, released his grip on Gwen’s wrist, letting out a heavy, melancholic sigh and accepting his fate helplessly.
“Things have come to this…
Let’s eat first.”
“?!”
Gwen: (☉_☉)
*Isn’t the script supposed to go differently?!*