Deep night.
The moon in the parallel Universe was not significantly different from Vincent's original World; if there was any difference to speak of, it was probably just that the moon's surface had fewer man-made giant craters.
The moon hung high in the dark blue night sky, casting a cold, silvery glow upon the city below.
Spider-Man arranged a residence for Vincent and Gwen nearby, gave Vincent a miniature communicator to stay in touch at all times, and then hurried back to prepare for the superhuman battle a day later... At the entrance of the Five-Star Hotel room, the White girl with short golden hair, looking intellectual and beautiful, lightly kicked the ground with the tip of her shoe, then lifted her foot back to take off her boots, and reached down to pull off her thin White short socks from her slender, soft ankles.
It was like gently peeling back the outermost petals, allowing her tender, lotus-seed-like pinkish-White toes to unfurl.
Gwen arrived at the arranged residence with her large shopping bags, surveying the expansive night view outside the top-floor French windows, the spacious, stylish living room with luxurious interior, and the deluxe bathroom the size of a standard room; she couldn't help but nod in praise:
"That Spider Uncle, although his strength isn't great, he's quite good at taking care of people."
"Don't say that; he's still your 'cousin,' after all."
Vincent, lying on the comfortable sofa, took a sip of iced cola and spoke up for this World's Spider-Man, Peter Parker: "Besides, he doesn't just have perfect mastery of his Spider abilities; he also possesses impressive cutting-edge technology, and the special combat suits he developed for his Spider Physique are key."
Vincent recalled the twelve suits he saw in the Underground Room and mused: "If he had worn the Iron Spider-Man suit today, even if he couldn't defeat us, he could at least easily escape the scene, not appearing as disheveled as he did just now..."
Just like the Super Spider gene ability, it easily merges and stacks with other superhuman abilities.
The comprehensive and balanced Super Spider Physique is also suitable for a variety of combat suits.
Choosing the right suit for battle can often unleash several, or even a dozen, times the superhuman strength!
"I know. He's amazing, and it's not easy for him to protect this World alone."
Gwen pouted: "I just thought, if my cousin turns out like him in the future, then I won't be able to bully him."
"You just need to grow faster and become stronger than him, right?"
Vincent smiled freely: "I've chosen a Spider suit for you; it should suit you well, and Peter will make it for you tomorrow."
"I also bought you a set—casual everyday clothes. Change into them when you shower later," Gwen said, placing a shopping bag nonchalantly on the sofa, while she took two or three other shopping bags into the room.
However, shortly after entering the room, Gwen quickly came out again, stammering a bit: "Vincent, this hotel suite only seems to have one room..."
"Is that so?"
Vincent acted as if he had just noticed, looking surprised, then patted the sofa he was lying on and said casually: "It's fine, I can sleep here."
Gwen looked at Vincent without speaking. She returned to the room, carrying a set of clothes, and went into the bathroom.
Listening to the faint sound of Water from the bathroom, the glass door reflected the rising steam and the girl's small, faint silhouette.
Vincent secretly breathed a sigh of relief, unable to help but give a thumbs-up to this World's Peter Parker.
This cousin, he understood too well!
Ten minutes later.
The girl walked out of the bathroom, wiping her short hair with a new towel. Perhaps because of the hot bath, her small and delicate beautiful face was tinged with a faint blush.
She glanced at the sofa in the living room and saw Vincent lying on it with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and two Spider-Senses collided silently, then merged.
The girl didn't pay much attention to the Black-haired Boy. She walked straight to the room, and just as she stepped through the doorway, she suddenly whispered a reminder: "Wash up properly before coming in..."
"Oh."
The Black-haired Boy on the sofa still had his eyes closed, calmly responding.
Not until Gwen entered the room and closed the door.
Only then did the Black-haired Boy open his eyes. His heart was beating very fast. He first quickly stood up from the sofa, took a deep breath to calm himself, then picked up the new clothes from the sofa and hastened into the steaming bathroom... The night grew deeper.
New York City in the parallel Universe also seemed to be falling asleep.
"I'm coming in, Gwen."
Vincent, who had showered and dried his hair, opened the door. He could see that all the curtains in the room were drawn, with only a bedside lamp lit, emitting a soft, non-dazzling dim yellow light.
The blonde girl lay on her side on the large, luxurious bed, her back to the door, the slightly thin blanket covering her body outlining her youthful and charming small curves.
"Is she asleep?"
Vincent mumbled to himself as he closed the door. He also lay down on the bed and pulled up the blanket, as if there was an invisible line between him and the girl, lying flat as if he really intended to sleep like that...
The room was even quieter and darker than the living room had been.
Neither Vincent nor Gwen spoke or made any movements; the atmosphere in the room was strangely solidified.
Having been such good friends, like siblings, for so long, it seemed they couldn't adjust all at once.
Vincent hesitated for a moment, but his body's instinct made him turn over, his arm just embracing the soft, petite body of the girl beside him.
Gwen's body trembled slightly, sensitively, but she didn't resist.
After feeling each other's body temperature, Gwen, noticing something firm from behind her hips, suddenly sat up in bed with a slight blush: "Vincent, do you remember when we were little, before every nap at school, I would insist on pulling you into a game with me?"
"Of course, I remember." Vincent also sat up, looking at the girl wrapped in the blanket, recalling: "At that time, you loved playing games, but you were terrible at them. You'd always insist on winning a round before letting me go, so I always had to secretly let you win."
"That's not true at all!"
Gwen scoffed, denying it, but her face grew even redder. She looked at Vincent and softly asked: "So now, do you want to play another game?"
"Sure, what game? I'll play to the end!" Vincent confidently patted his chest.
Gwen bit her lip, took a small breath, and pulled down the blanket covering her body with both hands.
Vincent froze for a moment, then couldn't take his eyes off her.
Gwen was wearing a brand new White shirt and a black mini-skirt. This style, somewhere between formal and casual, seemed created for a girl transitioning from youth to maturity, possessing an ultimate beauty that was both intellectual and alluring—
This was Gwen's most accustomed everyday attire, yet it was also the most suitable, a style that had accompanied Vincent for ten years.
The White shirt was stretched round and firm, and further down.
Beneath the short-haired girl's black skirt, her two beautiful legs were bent and crossed, each tightly encased in one black and one White long stocking!
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