"If you heard a bang this morning that made your coffee jump out of the mug, congratulations—you just experienced a 'containment breach' at the National Center for Applied Fusion Research. That's science-talk for 'it blew up.'"
"At the center of it all: Dr. Otto Octavius. Yes, the same genius who thought he could fix the power grid with magnets and optimism. He survived the explosion, woke up at Metro-General, and immediately decided recovery was optional. He's now walking around with four metallic tentacles and the bedside manner of a cornered animal with anger issues."
"Spider-Man showed up to do his thing—which today apparently meant getting launched through a third-story window. Our friendly neighborhood hero left behind a perfect Spidey-shaped dent in the pavement before calling it a day."
"Octavius—now answering to 'Doctor Octopus,' because subtlety is dead—is officially on a rampage. His tour wrapped up at Helix Cybernetics, where he turned a high-tech facility into a glass-breaking, wall-tearing demonstration of why we maybe shouldn't give unstable geniuses access to cutting-edge tech."
"The good news? Spider-Man finally found his spine… and some convenient chemistry equipment. Doc Ock is now in a very reinforced cage. The bad news? Helix says their data is safe, the government says everything is 'under control,' and somehow we're all expected to believe both statements without laughing."
"So, to recap: a lab exploded, a scientist grew extra limbs, a superhero got folded, an entire corporate campus got used as a wrestling ring, and finally, the supervillain got folded. Just another weekday in New York."
"This is Jenna Volt, Channel 7 and a Half—reminding you that if a guy with eight limbs ever asks for a hand, just run. It's not a metaphor."
I clicked off the radio, the echo of Jenna Volt's sarcastic sign-off still ringing in my ears. The taxi pulled up to the curb just as the streetlights flickered on. It was later than I'd hoped — nearly midnight — by the time I finally stepped through my front door.
Because of the fiasco with the Fantastic Four, I'd completely missed tonight's class at the dojo. Fortunately, I was only a little late for dinner at May's. After a week of eating three-century-old food, May's meatloaf tasted like heaven.
I opened the door and entered. After freshening up, I sat on the sofa, ready to tally my gains for my trip to the past.
Name: Kevin Kolt
Rank: E2
Titles:
Third-rate Warrior
Novice Mage
Novice Order Mage
Attributes:
Strength: E1
Agility: E1
Constitution: F3
Endurance: F3
Vitality: E1
Intelligence: F3
Wisdom: F3
Perception: E1
Willpower: E2
Charisma: E2
Passive Skills:
Gamer's Mind
Gamer's Body
Observe
Second Wind
Driving (Expert)
Martial Arts (Apprentice)
First Aid (Adept)
Stealth (Expert)
Acting (Adept)
Silver Tongue (Adept)
Firearms (Expert)
Programming (Adept)
Throwing (Apprentice)
Parkour (Apprentice)
Danger Sense (Apprentice)
Dagger Mastery (Novice)
Sword Mastery (Apprentice)
Active Skills:
Brutal Strike (Apprentice)
Mark of the Hunter (Novice)
Curved Bullet (Novice)
Rapid Casting (Novice)
Mana Manipulation (Novice)
Magic:
Order Magic (Novice)
Martial Arts:
Rankyaku (Novice)
Side Missions:
Taxi Driver (100/100) (Complete)
Vigilante (100/100) (Complete)
Paramedic (100/100) (Complete)
Delivery (62/100)
Burglar (100/100) (Complete)
Art of Persuasion (100/100) (Complete)
Sharpshooter (100/100) (Complete)
Assassin (25/25) (Complete)
Mage (2/3)
Party Members (2/7):
Frances Barrison
Felicia Hardy
I checked the rewards I got from the mission in which I nearly lost my life.
I had given Zephyra the Fishmen Arts martial art I'd obtained from the system. The staff was useless for now. The Wisdom and Charisma level-ups from the reward had pushed both stats to E2 each.
Lastly, I took out three pages from my inventory. I had been looking forward to them the most. They were densely covered in words and glyphs, but I didn't understand a single symbol. Each page carried a sanity-draining effect on any normal reader. Fortunately, it didn't affect me.
However, those pages weren't just some random pieces of paper made from human skin with gibberish written on them. Each page had a distinctive use.
Necronomicon Page
Use: Grants one complete stage of mastery in any dark-aligned magical school, up to the Adept level.
Uses: 3/3
Requirement: The chosen school must already be at the Novice stage or higher.
Side Effect: There is a 50% chance that the raw influx of forbidden knowledge will shatter the user's sanity, twisting flesh and mind into something monstrous. (Nullified by Gamer's Mind)
I had no way to use it for now. The only dark-aligned magic I had was Eromancy, and I hadn't reached the Novice stage in it. Though, unless absolutely necessary, I won't use it at the Novice stage; instead, I'll use it at the Apprentice stage to reach the Adept stage.
The other two pages were similar to each other.
Necronomicon Page
Use: Summon a random entity.
Uses: 1/1
Note: If the summoned entity is sentient, it will be loyal to the user.
Two pages meant I now had two opportunities to summon. But the word "random" dampened my enthusiasm. Random meant it could be anything. The only relief I had was the note that guaranteed loyalty in case of a sentient summon. But that wasn't completely reassuring. Non-sentient entities could be dangerous too.
But risk and reward coexisted. I couldn't use the other page to improve my magic, but I wasn't going to shy away from using these two.
I used the first one.
A magic circle appeared on the floor. I eagerly looked at it, thinking about what it might summon. A blinding light appeared from the circle, forcing me to close my eyes. The blinding light flared, then rapidly diminished until it vanished, and I opened my eyes. I looked at the floor to see what was summoned and found… a stone.
A dark purple stone rested in the center of the fading circle, its surface faintly shimmering as if it had swallowed starlight.
Dusk Stone (Pokemon)
Use: A Dusk Stone attuned with the Darkforce Dimension. After using it, the user becomes attuned to the Darkforce Dimension, gaining access to it and the ability to control and manipulate Darkforce energy. The control starts small, but with practice, it can increase.
Side Effects:
A perpetual hunger for Lightforce.
Not consuming Lightforce will gradually intensify hunger.
Possibility of degenerating into a mindless Darkforce monster if subjected to prolonged hunger. (Nullified by Gamer's Mind)
I put the stone in my inventory. It wasn't coming out for a very long time. Even if my Gamer's Mind skill nullified the worst side-effect, there was no way I was going to be dependent on anyone else for my own sustenance.
I looked at the other page that could summon something. I sighed and used it as well. A magic circle appeared again. When the light diminished, I opened my eyes. I looked at the floor and found… a teddy bear.
The teddy bear was multicolored with checkered patterns. It had a real heart-shaped design sewn on the left side of the chest.
Why do I feel I've seen this teddy be—
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The teddy bear fucking moved. It turned its head and then got up on its feet. It looked up at me and fucking waved at me joyfully. It actually didn't have any expressions, just a smile drawn on its face. But its body language showed it was very happy.
SCP-2295: The Bear with a Heart of Patchwork
It becomes active either in the proximity of its owner or anyone with an injury.
It can patch injuries by sewing a patchwork of any nearby fabric. Within a day, the patchwork turns into actual skin, flesh, and bones.
When in proximity to multiple subjects, it will invariably choose, in order, its owner, then the youngest subject.
If no fabric is nearby, it will use its own fabric and cotton stuffing.
Its fabric and stuffing regenerate fully every day.
If it is unable to heal the subject, it will offer the subject a candy bar and hug the subject while crying tears of saline solution.
I looked at the little thing on the floor, still waving happily. I returned its wave, and it jumped happily.
I crouched and offered it a hand. It cutely put its stuffed paw on my hand.
I shuddered at the thought of the day the girls would finally see this little thing.
I took it in my arms and stood up. I went to bed and slept with the teddy bear. It was a good cuddle buddy.
—
Empire State University, Cafeteria, Lunch Break:
"You look different," Felicia said, twirling her fork in her pasta, eyes narrowing playfully. "I don't know… Did you do something with your hair?"
"Really?" I said. "I don't feel a difference."
Looks like the E2 Charisma is doing some quiet work, apparently.
"I don't know," Felicia said, confused. "I feel as if you look more attractive today."
"I also feel that something is different," Marko chimed, his mouth full of food.
"It is not possible between us." I shook my head with sympathy. "We are just not meant for each other."
"Fuck you, asshole," Marko barked with laughter. He threw a balled-up napkin at me that bounced harmlessly off my chest.
I laughed. Then suddenly Felicia yanked my head, pulling it closer. She looked at me intensely.
"What are you doing?" I asked, exasperated.
Felicia didn't say anything. She looked for a few more moments, then let go of my head and went back to eating. I looked at her, then shrugged and went back to eating as well.
The moment we were done eating, Felicia got up. She pulled me up by hand and started dragging me somewhere.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I got up.
"To an empty classroom," Felicia said without looking back.
I realized what she wanted.
"I was late for class last time," I protested. But it fell on deaf ears.
Seeing she wasn't in the mood to listen, I surrendered and let her pull me.
— Gwen Stacy —
What is she even doing, holding his head like that in the middle of the cafeteria? Like he belongs to her.
Only when Felicia finally let go of his head did I realize I'd been holding my breath. My chest loosened, but the tight knot in my stomach stayed.
Why can that slut sit so close to him, touch him so casually, and get away with it… when I can't even let myself brush his arm?
Because that sweet, oblivious idiot still only sees you as his cute little friend, Gwenny. Nothing more.
The voice purred in my head, low and mocking, dripping with amusement.
I ignored her and stabbed another forkful of salad, forcing my eyes back to my tray.
After we finished eating, I tried to focus on Liz's excited rambling about the party she'd gone to last weekend — something about the music and the ridiculous outfits — but my gaze kept drifting. I noticed Felicia taking Kevin somewhere.
I remembered the day before yesterday. She'd done the exact same thing — pulled him away during lunch. He'd shown up late to math class.
I wonder what they actually did back there…
Oh, come on, sweetie. You know exactly what they did. The voice cut in, louder this time, laced with wicked delight. Or at least you're imagining it in vivid detail. Want me to describe it for you? I bet she had him up against the wall in under thirty seconds.
I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor a little too loudly. Heat rushed to my face as I slipped out after them, keeping a careful distance.
Ooh, front-row seats? How bold of you, Gwenny. I like this side of you. A rich, teasing laugh echoed through my mind. Going full stalker mode just to protect his precious punctuality in class? That's adorable.
I felt my cheeks burn even hotter and shook my head sharply, trying to push her away.
I'm just making sure that hussy doesn't make him late for class again. That's all.
Yeah, sure, the voice drawled, still laughing softly. Keep telling yourself that, honey.
I saw them slip into an empty classroom at the end of the corridor. The hallway was empty at this time. I waited a few heartbeats, nerves buzzing under my skin, before creeping closer on light feet.
I tried the handle. It turned easily.
What amateurs! The voice mocked, rich with amusement. I bet they were so horny they didn't even bother locking the door. Can you imagine? Too busy pawing at each other to remember basic privacy.
My pulse spiked as I eased the door open—just a crack, just enough to peek inside without being seen.
There they were.
Felicia sat on the professor's desk. She was pressed against him, wrapped in Kevin's arms, standing in front of her. They were kissing; it was deep, hungry, and passionate.
Told you. The voice purred triumphantly.
I ignored the jab, but it landed anyway. A sharp, unexpected ache bloomed right in the center of my chest, spreading outward like cracks in glass. My throat tightened. I didn't want to look away, yet every second I kept watching made it worse. I felt jealous of Felicia.
God, I want to be the one in his arms right now. I want to be the one he's kissing like that.
Aww, look at you, all twisted up inside, the voice mocked, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. Poor little reserved Gwenny, standing here spying because you're too scared to take what you want despite your so-called rebellious transformation. Meanwhile, she's in there living it. Bet she's already thinking about sliding her hand lower.
[R-18 Start]
I watched, frozen in the narrow gap of the door, as Kevin's hands roamed down Felicia's sides, skimming possessively over the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her ear, "We've got maybe fifteen minutes. Think you can be quiet?"
Felicia laughed breathlessly, nipping at his jaw. "Try me."
She stood and kicked off her shoes while Kevin's fingers worked the button of her jeans. He shoved them down her thighs along with her panties in one rough motion, letting them pool at her ankles. Felicia stepped out of them, one leg at a time, never breaking eye contact with him.
Now that's a pussy ready for action. The voice purred, thick with arousal. Look at her—already wet and waiting. She's not even pretending to be shy.
Kevin dropped to his knees, pushing her thighs apart. Felicia braced herself with one hand on the desk behind her and the other hand tangled in his hair. He ran his tongue along her slit in a slow, teasing lick, then focused on her clit, circling it with firm pressure. Felicia bit her lip hard to stifle a whimper, her hips rocking forward instinctively.
Lover boy looks skilled, the voice continued, her tone dripping with heat and approval. Bet you'd love him between your thighs too, wouldn't you? On his knees, licking you just like that… making you bite your lip to keep from moaning his name.
I tried not to listen, but her words sank in anyway, curling low in my belly. My complete focus stayed glued to the scene in front of me—the way Felicia's body arched, the soft, desperate sounds she was failing to hold back. Heat flooded my face, then lower, pooling between my own legs.
Unknowingly, one of my hands had already traveled down, slipping beneath the hem of my skirt, fingers brushing against the damp fabric of my panties. Shit. When did that happen?
That's it, sweetie, she laughed softly, delighted and wicked. Don't fight it. Touch yourself while you watch them. Imagine it's you he's tasting right now. Imagine his tongue on you.
I swallowed hard, heart hammering, but my fingers didn't stop.
"Oh fuck… Kevin," Felicia breathed, her voice trembling. He slid two fingers inside her, pumping steadily while his tongue worked her clit. Her thighs started to quiver as waves of pleasure built fast and sharp.
In under a minute, she was gasping, "I'm close—don't stop—"
Kevin didn't. Oh God, he didn't.
He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Felicia came with a choked cry, her body shuddering against him as she held his head tightly against her. He kept licking her gently through the aftershocks until she pushed his head away, oversensitive and breathless.
She pulled him up by the shirt and kissed him again, tasting herself on his lips. While they kissed, her hands fumbled with his belt, yanking it open and shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It sprang up, hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking precum.
It's nice, though a bit shorter than what I would like. The voice sounded almost judgemental, despite the obvious heat in her tone.
While I stood there mesmerized, staring at the way his cock curved slightly upward, thick and flushed, a flare of irritation cut through the haze as I heard those words.
Don't compare him to those you see in the porn you watch. I hissed internally.
You mean the porn "you" watch? The voice laughed, clearly enjoying herself.
Felicia wrapped her fingers around him, stroking once, twice, her thumb swiping over the head. Kevin groaned, hips bucking into her touch.
"Inside me," she demanded, voice husky. "Now."
Kevin spun Felicia around. She bent forward with her hands braced on the desk, offering him a clear view of her moist, glistening folds. The head of his cock nudged her slick entrance, and with one smooth, deliberate thrust, he buried himself deep inside her tight heat. Felicia moaned loudly, her head arching backward in pleasure.
He set a fast, desperate rhythm, the sharp sound of skin slapping against skin echoing quietly in the empty classroom. Each powerful thrust drove deep, the angle perfect for hitting that sensitive spot inside her.
"Harder," she whispered, eyes half-lidded with lust. "Fuck me harder."
Kevin obliged, gripping her ass firmly as he pounded into her, the desk rattling faintly with every snap of his hips. The classroom smelled of old books, chalk, and their combined arousal—thick, heady, impossible to ignore. Sweat beaded on his forehead; Felicia's cheeks were flushed, her lips parted as she tried—and mostly failed—to keep quiet.
My own fingers moved faster, matching their frantic pace. I rubbed myself with increasing urgency, the slick sounds of my own touch blending with theirs in my ears. Heat coiled tighter and tighter low in my belly.
Yeah, baby. Just like that. She cooed. Since you've decided to be a bad girl, then be a proper bad girl. Don't deny yourself the pleasure. Touch that pretty little clit harder. Imagine it's you bent over that desk instead—taking every inch of him, feeling him stretch you open, hearing him groan your name. Prove you can take him too, Gwenny. You know you want to.
I bit my lip hard, trying to stay silent, but a soft, involuntary whimper escaped anyway. My thighs trembled as I pressed two fingers against my clit, circling faster, chasing the same rhythm that was making Felicia fall apart in front of me.
Suddenly, Felicia gasped, "Kevin—I'm gonna come again—"
"Come for me," he growled, shifting his angle just slightly so his pubic bone ground against her clit with every thrust.
That did it. Felicia bit her hand to muffle her cry as she came, her pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock in rhythmic waves. The sensation pushed Kevin over the edge right after her. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust deep one last time and spilled inside her, hot pulses of cum filling her as pleasure ripped through them both.
I came at the same time.
My body shuddered hard, intense waves of pleasure crashing through me, radiating from my core outward until even my toes curled. An involuntary moan slipped from my lips—soft, breathy, and far too loud in the silent corridor. I slapped my hand over my mouth instantly, heart hammering against my ribs as I peered back through the crack in the door.
They didn't seem to notice the extra sound. They were both still panting lightly, lost in the haze of their shared orgasm. Kevin gently pulled out of her with a wet, obscene sound. A thick trickle of his cum leaked down Felicia's inner thigh, glistening under the classroom lights.
Felicia smiled lazily, still catching her breath, and put her panties and jeans back on. "That was… exactly what I needed."
I bet that's exactly what you need, too. The voice purred low, laced with wicked delight. Don't you, Gwenny? A good, hard fuck that leaves you dripping and trembling… filled up just like she is right now. You came so prettily for us. Imagine how much better it would feel if it were his cock inside you instead of your own fingers.
I stood there on shaky legs, chest heaving, the aftershocks still tingling through my body. My hand was still pressed between my thighs, fingers slick with my own release. The reality of what I'd just done — spying, touching myself, coming while watching them — settled over me like a heavy, embarrassing blanket.
God… what am I becoming?
Felicia knelt gracefully and started cleaning him. With one smooth motion, she took his entire length into her mouth and began bobbing her head, her eyes locked on his the whole time, never breaking eye contact.
Kevin looked to be thoroughly enjoying her service, his expression relaxed and pleased.
She's good… but not that good. The voice commented, a hint of competitive edge in her tone. I bet I could do better. Much better.
Felicia pulled off his cock with a wet pop and started pumping him with her hand, her grip confident and steady.
"How's the view from above?" Felicia asked with a wicked smile.
"Heavenly," Kevin answered with a smirk.
"Wanna know how it can become even better?" Felicia asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Really?" Kevin asked, surprised. He smiled wider. "How?"
"Won't it be better if instead of one mouth, two mouths serve you at the same time?" Felicia smirked.
Oh, look at her. The voice laughed. I don't know about you, but I am starting to like her.
Ignoring the voice, I felt a jolt of pure shock run through me at Felicia's bold suggestion.
"You have anyone in mind?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah," Felicia smiled wickedly. She paused for a beat, letting the suspense build, then asked, "How about Gwen?"
The smile on Kevin's face vanished instantly. He frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Yeah… what is she talking about? I thought, stunned, my mind reeling.
The voice in my head laughed even harder. I'm liking her more and more.
"Felicia, I don't want you to talk about Gwen like that," Kevin said, his face turning serious. "You know she's my friend. I don't want to disrespect her by thinking about her like that."
A sharp pain lanced through my chest at the word "friend." It stung more than I expected. But at the same time, a strange, sweet warmth bloomed alongside it—the way he was so protective and respectful of our friendship made something flutter softly inside me.
That fucking fool! The voice in my head raged. Who the fuck rejects a great proposal like that? He could have had us on our knees, and he's throwing it away because of some noble "friend" bullshit? Fucking idiot!
"Okay, okay, I understand," Felicia said placatingly. "I will not talk about Gwen like that."
Kevin hummed in response.
Felicia continued pumping him for a moment before once again taking his entire length into her mouth. She bobbed her head smoothly, maintaining that intense, unwavering eye contact the whole time.
This time, Kevin didn't let her play any games. He took control, gripping her head firmly with both hands and started bobbing her head along his cock with deliberate, rough strokes.
He is so rough with her. I thought, a fresh rush of heat flooding between my legs. My thighs pressed together instinctively as I felt myself getting wet again.
Do you want him to face-fuck you like that, too? The voice cooed. The earlier rage had already given way to arousal. Hands tangled in your hair, using your mouth however he pleases… holding you right where he wants you while he slides deep down your throat.
Kevin groaned low and deep, his hips stuttering as he came directly in her mouth. He held her there for a long moment, emptying every pulse of his seed. When he finally pulled out, Felicia opened her mouth, showing it was still full of his cum. She closed her lips, and a very audible gulp followed. Then she opened her empty mouth again, looking up at him with a satisfied little smile.
"Good girl," Kevin praised, voice warm with approval.
Felicia beamed, clearly pleased with herself.
Don't you want him to praise you like that, too? The voice whispered seductively, her tone low and velvety soft, wrapping around my thoughts like a caress. "Good girl"… whispered against your ear while you're still on your knees, lips swollen, throat full of him. You'd look so pretty taking it all for him, Gwenny. So eager. So perfect.
[R-18 End]
"By the way," Felicia said, still kneeling in front of him, voice casual but laced with intent. "Regarding our earlier discussion."
Before Kevin could say anything, Felicia continued, "Listen to me first."
Kevin narrowed his eyes but stayed silent, giving her the floor.
"I understand you think of Gwen as your friend, so you don't want to think about her in that way," Felicia said. "But answer this honestly. Ignoring the fact that she is your friend for a moment, do you think Gwen is hot? Especially after her recent transformation."
Kevin narrowed his eyes further, clearly reluctant. In front of Felicia's eager, expectant gaze, he finally let out a heavy sigh. "Yes… I think she is hot."
He thinks I am hot?!
The words hit me like a spark straight to the chest. My heart stuttered, then raced. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Kevin actually thought I was hot. The thought sent a warm, dizzying flutter through my stomach that I couldn't quite suppress.
At least he is honest. The voice said, sounding almost proud.
Felicia looked pleased with the answer. But before she could say anything, I heard some commotion. And looking at those two, they had as well.
Their heads snapped toward the door in unison. I hurriedly backed off before they turned.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I frantically smoothed down my skirt and tried to fix my rumpled clothes with trembling fingers.
What happened?
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[Author's Notes]
For the readers who don't remember, the voice first appeared in Chapter 28.