American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Just as Peter was enjoying Gwen's gentle, tender gaze, Gwen suddenly raised her hand towards the open window behind her.

A spider silk shot out from the transmitter on her wrist, passed through the window, and hit the GG sign on the roof of a five-story building across the street.

In that instant when Peter, a mere mortal, could not react, she embraced him.

Gwen tightened her grip on the spider silk slightly, and the two swung out of the window and into the air.

Gwen adjusted her direction, swinging Peter to mid-air above the rooftop of the small high-rise building, then released the spider webs and landed steadily with Peter in her arms.

"Wow! That was so exciting!" Gwen put Peter down and cheered.

Peter shook his head, easing his slight discomfort and dizziness.

"Gwen, I have to mention something." Peter felt a bit of soreness in his neck. Clearly, the sudden acceleration Gwen had given him wasn't very comfortable for an average person's body.

"In the future, when you're swinging people on spider webs, you must take into account their physical condition. After all, superhumans are a minority in this world."

Seeing Peter's discomfort, Gwen realized she had made a mistake and gave him an embarrassed smile.

As Peter looked at Gwen's young, beautiful, and exquisite face, so different from Emma Stone's portrayal of Gwen in the Amazing Spider-Man movies, he thought of how most Gwens in the universes would eventually fall to their deaths in front of Peter Parker.

He grabbed Gwen's arm and held the wrist, which was covered by a web-shooting device, between their eyes.

"Most importantly, never use a spider web to rescue someone who is falling rapidly. The powerful inertia will tear apart her bones and internal organs, and your senses, which you are so proud of, will allow you to feel every detail of her death."

"Her?" Gwen noticed a detail.

Peter then made up a story: "That's what that Spider-Man from another universe told me."

"He must have lost someone very important to him, right?"

"Yes."

Peter looked at Gwen's youthful and beautiful face, which showed no signs of hardship, and said seriously:

"Gwen, in the multiverse, most Spider-Men are the embodiment of misfortune. They do their best to protect the world with their power, but in the end, they keep losing themselves."

"Losing loved ones, lovers, friends, health, reputation and an entire wonderful life."

Peter gently cupped Gwen's face and gazed into her eyes: "I know you are a girl with a strong sense of justice, and you can't stand idly by when other people's misfortunes happen to you."

"But please promise me, don't let that sense of justice in your heart devour all the happiness you have now."

With an indescribable mix of emotions, Gwen looked into Peter's eyes and promised, "I promise you, Peter, I promise."

Peter lowered his hand and said with relief, "Then I'm relieved."

Gwen: ?

Shouldn't you kiss me now?

Peter walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked around, and chose the side facing the alley where there were no passersby: "Now, let's use a spider to pull me down."

Gwen angrily shot out a spider silk, which carried Peter down to the ground.

The two returned to Gwen's bedroom.

"Peter, if you're going to design a suit for me, don't you need to know... my measurements?"

Peter scratched his head, wondering how he could have forgotten about that.

He said, "Yes, why don't you take your measurements and send me the sizes on your phone?"

"No need." Gwen pulled a roll of measuring tape from the bedside table and tossed it onto the bed. "Just measure me now."

After saying that, she stood up straight, opened her arms wide to Peter, and puffed out her chest.

Peter took a deep breath, picked up the measuring tape, and walked up to Gwen.

With his rich memories and extensive experience, he had seen all sorts of intoxicating and seductive pleasures. How could a little physical contact possibly break his defenses?

Peter first raised his hand to measure her height, his fingertips gently touching the top of Gwen's head, and Gwen obediently tilted her head back slightly.

The two exchanged a glance. Peter understood the flirtatious look in Gwen's eyes, but he remained unmoved, mechanically completing the measurement and recording the numbers.

Next is shoulder width.

Peter held the measuring tape across her shoulder and slowly pulled it from one side to the other, his arm inevitably passing in front of her, lightly touching Gwen's shoulder.

Gwen relaxed her shoulders to make it easier for him to take the measurements.

Peter's gaze fell on the measuring tape, but his fingertips could clearly feel her body temperature.

"Straighten your arm, I'm going to measure your arm length now." After saying that, Peter guided Gwen's arm to the correct position and then pressed it against Gwen.

A thin but warm body suddenly approached, and Gwen instinctively wanted to dodge, her fingertips curling slightly, but her brain reacted immediately, cutting off the command that hadn't been issued yet.

Peter measured carefully, his breath warming Gwen's arms and face, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

This is not the tacit understanding that comes with a slight distance when two people dance together, but a complete closeness without any defenses. It is one person almost intruding on the other's physical privacy, and it is being fully dressed yet completely unreserved.

Gwen's earlobes flushed slightly.

"...Bust size, raise your hand a bit higher."

Gwen's breath hitched, but she still cooperated and raised her arm.

Peter walked around to Gwen's side, placed one end of the measuring tape against one side of her chest, and gently pulled it horizontally across her chest, passing the fullest part of her breasts, before returning to the starting point.

He deliberately used very light pressure, letting the measuring tape barely touch the fabric, neither too loose nor too tight.

Peter looked at the part of Gwen's body covered by the measuring tape. The girl's faint body odor, mixed with a hint of shampoo and perfume, suddenly rushed into Peter's nostrils.

The visual impact of her beautiful curves, combined with the olfactory impact that makes one unconsciously want to breathe more heavily, rushed straight to Peter's brain through his nerves.

Peter realized that he seemed to have miscalculated.

While memory could serve as a reliable defense for his willpower, the 17-year-old's body, with hormones surging through his veins, was so vulnerable to the test.

Reason was still forcing him to stare at the ruler's markings, but his body had already undergone a terrible change under the catalysis of hormones.

Gwen was right in front of him, so close he could almost touch her.

She didn't speak, but the slight trembling and burning sensation under Peter's fingertips betrayed Gwen's emotions.

Nervous? Shy? Anticipation? Patience?

Peter dared not think about it too much, nor did he dare to investigate it further.

He only knew that if things continued like this, the composure he had built up with his limited memories would eventually collapse completely.

"Okay, you can put your hands down now."

Peter wrote down the numbers and moved a chair over to sit down.

He looked up at Gwen and found that Gwen was also looking down at him.

Their gazes met on the girl's full but not exaggerated chest.

Peter said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Next are the waist and hip measurements."

Upon hearing this, Gwen's cheeks, already flushed from various emotions, turned even redder.

She slightly relaxed her arm at her side to make it easier for Peter to take the measurement.

Then, in a voice tinged with nervousness and shyness, she said softly, "Please continue."