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Kent Star, Future Technology Company, Eric's office.
Hanging up the phone, Eric stretched, turned off the computer he had just opened, and was about to call Hela when a familiar figure pushed the door open and walked in.
A cold expression, fair skin, an exquisitely proportioned figure, and long black hair cascading down her back, swaying gently with her footsteps.
The Goddess of Death, Hela.
Since Asgard was destroyed and all Asgardians came to Kent Star, she took over Asgard, becoming its Queen and also Eric's girlfriend. Thanks to the two of them, the relationship between the mutants and the Asgardians on Kent Star had become significantly more harmonious.
Seeing Hela enter, Eric smiled and reached out to her.
An invisible force enveloped Hela, pulling her toward him by utilizing the metal ornaments she wore.
"You..."
Hela steadied the coffee cup in her hand, but before she could speak, Eric reached out, wrapped his arm around her neck, and forcefully kissed her the moment she lowered her head.
Hela's eyes widened. Seeing the mischievous glint sparkling in Eric's slightly narrowed eyes, she embraced him with an even fiercer intensity.
Eric was momentarily stunned. Feeling the slightly rough, aggressive kiss, he couldn't help but respond with even greater passion.
Hela's lips curled slightly into a smirk, and the coffee she was holding accidentally spilled onto Eric.
"Ah!" Eric cried out, looking anxiously at Hela, "You didn't get burned, did you?"
Hela paused slightly. Seeing Eric's worried expression warmed her heart, but she merely let out a soft "Hmph," and said, "Even if lava fell on me, I wouldn't care."
Although Asgard was destroyed and she had lost her source of constantly growing power, she was still the Goddess of Death.
Eric was stunned for a moment. Looking at Hela, then at the coffee dripping down his chest, he casually ripped off his shirt. Under Hela's astonished gaze, he picked her up, smirking mischievously, "Since that's the case, you'll have to take responsibility and wash it for me! Haha!"
Hela hooked her mouth into a grin, giving Eric a provocative look. She extended a finger, tracing the remaining coffee on Eric's chest, and then gently sucked the tip of her finger.
Eric's body trembled, feeling his beast... uh, his blood boil.
I need to go home at noon, but getting a little busy now shouldn't delay the family gathering at lunch, right...
Queens, Peter's house.
Buzz!
May held a massager, rolling it back and forth across her face, trying to eliminate a new fine line that had appeared.
"Annoying, utterly annoying!" May Parker muttered under her breath. "I'm still single, and I'm still looking forward to beautiful romance—how can I have wrinkles? Disappear immediately, vanish!"
"Aunt May!"
"Yes!"
May Parker quickly answered, turning to look at Peter. Seeing the smile on Peter's face, as bright as the day's sunlight, she put down the massager and asked in surprise, "Peter, are you in love?"
Peter's face flushed with embarrassment. Touching his head, he gave a dry laugh, "Is it that obvious?"
May Parker exclaimed loudly, "Someone actually agreed to date a nerd like you!"
Peter: "!"
What expression was he supposed to use now?
Should he cry or should he laugh?
Peter's face twitched, and he looked at his Aunt May with resentment.
May Parker coughed softly.
Those words... were admittedly a bit hurtful, but...
That wasn't important!
What was important was...
Which girl had such good... such good taste?
"Who is it?" May Parker looked at Peter, a flame called 'gossip' seeming to flicker in her eyes.
Peter grinned, "Gwen."
"Gwen?" May murmured, then gasped, "Is that Mike's daughter?"
"Yup!"
"Wow! Peter! Well done!"
May Parker rushed up to Peter and excitedly rubbed his head.
Back then, she didn't manage to win over that man, but today, her nephew had won over his daughter!
It was absolutely satisfying!
May Parker cheered internally, unable to resist giving Peter a hard kiss on the forehead. "Peter, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"
Peter's heart seized up. He quickly said, "Let's skip it, no need to trouble yourself! We'll eat out!" Aunt May's cooking still had room for improvement.
May Parker's cheerful expression froze. She fiercely pinched Peter's cheek, and just as she was about to speak, Peter's phone rang.
Peter took out his phone. Seeing the name displayed, his eyes lit up, and he quickly answered.
"Gwen, what's wrong?" Peter asked carefully, but a brilliant smile was already blooming unconsciously on his face.
"Oh, young love, it's truly enviable."
May Parker muttered, distancing herself from Peter. But when she saw the smile on Peter's face gradually disappear, replaced by panic and unease, she quickly stepped forward. The moment Peter hung up the phone, she anxiously asked, "Peter, what is it?"
Peter looked utterly distraught, showing no reaction until May Parker lightly patted his face twice, bringing him back to his senses.
"What happened?" May Parker asked nervously.
He couldn't have just started dating and already been dumped, could he...
"Aunt, Aunt May!" Peter's voice was trembling slightly.
May Parker: "I'm here! Even if you were—"
"Gwen, Gwen asked me to go to her house this afternoon, as her boyfriend!"
"Ah!?" May Parker's eyes widened.
Progressing so fast?
No, wait!
That was Mike Kent's house!
May Parker looked at Peter with pity. She lightly patted his shoulder and couldn't help but say, "Focus on surviving."
"Ah!" Peter's face instantly turned pale. "Aunt, Aunt May, don't scare me. Is it really that terrifying?"
May Parker nodded solemnly, her face etched with nostalgia, and slowly recounted, "I remember when your uncle was courting me, my father chased him three blocks with a kitchen knife."
Three, three blocks?
A kitchen knife?
Peter's mouth hung open.
That was too exaggerated. Gwen's family surely wouldn't use a kitchen knife...
But... would it be something even scarier?
It definitely wouldn't be!
Peter's face twisted.
Ha ha ha!
That's the Kent family; how could they be so unreasonable, just like ordinary families!
Peter shouted loudly in his heart, but then said with a mournful face, "Aunt May, can I not go?" He still didn't want to die.
May Parker shook her head. "Do you want to lose Gwen? Such an excellent girl won't like a coward. Besides... even if you avoid it this time, it will still happen sooner or later."
She paused, patted Peter's shoulder, and slowly said in a low voice, "Go for it, Peter."
Peter: o(╥﹏╥)o
(End of Chapter)