[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

"This is enough to look like a robber and a hostage~" Deadpool said happily.

"Have you played enough? What do you want to do next?" He bent down and asked in my ear.

Play?When did it become the two of us playing?

Isn't Deadpool serious just now?

"Hmm... let go, let me go!" As my cheeks were pressed to the floor, I gasped for breath with difficulty, suppressed sobbing, and said in a hoarse voice vaguely.

"Eh? Is this the end... Wait! This doesn't mean the end, does it, little spider? This can only be regarded as the hostage's begging for mercy?" Deadpool still sat on my back chattering.

Little spider?

I was taken aback, did he just say that little spider towards me?

But after all, Deadpool often talks to himself, or seems to speak to people who don't exist in the air, so I often don't know what he is talking about.

"..." I didn't know what to say for a while, and decided to stay the same.

"Are you acquiescing if you don't speak? Huh~ Fortunately, we both have a good understanding, otherwise I almost fouled again." He seemed relieved.

Have a tacit understanding?Who has a tacit understanding with him?

I tried hard with both hands, trying to break free with brute force again, but before I could use any force, Deadpool held down my hands, and then helped me up from the ground and leaned against the wall.

Deadpool clapped his hands, then bent down and squatted in front of me to look at me.

I don't know what expression is on my face now, I couldn't help sobbing twice, I chose to turn my head not to look at him.

But this time, the one who shut up became Deadpool.

He looked at me, then covered his mouth in a panic, "Oh...I'm so sorry!"

Deadpool gently brushed my tear-wet hair aside as he spoke, then carefully held my face and wiped away the tears on my cheeks with his leather gloves.

His movements are unexpectedly gentle and compassionate, and I feel like a fragile thing worth protecting.

This is the first one besides Aunt May, but... I still feel that he and Aunt May give me different feelings.In short, in short, this made me, who was already aggrieved, shed two more tears without disappointment.

He lowered his volume and whispered in my ear, "Hey! Did I hurt you, little spider? But the way you look... really makes me want to keep crying at you... What do you think— —”

I froze, then turned to look at him.

"Wait, what did you call me?" I stared at him vigilantly and interrupted him - I was uncomfortable being stared at by him, and my intuition told me that something very bad might happen if I didn't interrupt him, but I I couldn't see his eyes because his face was completely covered by the red hood.

"Uh... little angel? Little cutie? My little pony? Can I stop talking? The rest will be a bit indescribable..." Deadpool returned to his original tone, he shrank his neck, his voice heard Go up more and more guilty.

Before, it was mainly because I was lying on the ground in a shameful posture, with my hands tied behind, not to mention the shoulder joints were lifted up, and if I tried too hard, it would hurt my own joints.

When I was lifted up by Deadpool, my shoulders and arms worked hard, and I easily broke free from his rope, and then stood up from the ground covering my shoulders.

"Why did you call me little spider?" I didn't give up trying to get to the bottom of it.

So why on earth was he so sure I was Spider-Man?I still don't think he could have known this from anyone.

"Ah?" He was at a loss for a while, then walked up to me and took my hand, "Of course I call you little~spider because you are cute!"

"..." I looked at him, although I knew that my previous emotions towards him were mixed with some other reasons, such as venting anger, and I also knew that this was not very good, but now I really want to How to beat him?Of course, I didn't ask him why he added a little in front of the spider, but why he knew that I was Spider-Man!

"You can also call me little bitch~ After all, everyone likes to call me that. By the way, you were a hostage before, and I might have used some force to make you cry—how about you this time? You can do it to me~ Whether it's bundled play or imprisoned play, all kinds of play are fine!"

"Who wants to play with you?" I withdrew my hand vigorously, staring and feeling a little out of breath.

I finally understand!

This guy thinks I'm playing a game with him? ? ?

Although I know that Deadpool's brain circuit is abnormal, isn't it too much to be abnormal to this extent? ? ?

If it had happened to someone else I would have laughed out loud... but now it's happening to me - I'm probably about to laugh out loud.

"I, I, I...I'm not——Spider-Man." But I still lied without changing my face, "I don't want to play any boring games with you!"

"Huh?" He tilted his head for a while, and soon I saw a look of enlightenment on his face, "So the role-playing game is not over yet?"

"It's over! I didn't want to play any role-playing games with you!" I had a terrible headache. "So how the hell do you know I'm Spider-Man—uh."

After I finished speaking, I leaned forward and sighed in despair... Did I finally reveal my identity by myself?

I'm sorry, this guy Deadpool is too unconventional to play his cards.

So it must not be my fault that I couldn't help blurting out the truth, right?

He scratched his cheek, "Your schoolbag is very conspicuous, and I can recognize your voice as soon as I hear it."

I looked at him suspiciously, "Is that why?"

Before Deadpool could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Knock knock—your takeaway!" A hearty voice came from outside the door, which was somewhat familiar, but because of the door, I couldn't remember it all at once.

I saw Deadpool breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted out the door, "Come right away!"

"When did you order takeout?"

"Takeaway? I haven't bought takeaway before." Deadpool turned his head and replied briskly.

"Then who ordered the one outside?" I held him back, "When someone says there is takeaway, it means that the door is open for them? Can you be a little more vigilant?"

"It's okay, it's okay~" Deadpool waved his hand indifferently, "Someone may have filled in the wrong address, anyway, I don't have to pay after eating."

As soon as Deadpool opened the door, I saw an arm immediately raised his hand and pointed at Deadpool's head, "NYPD! Put your hands up, this tights lover!"

"It's you? Pilates?" He immediately raised his hand, looking panicked, but I wondered if the panic on his face was fake.

The man named Peralta rolled his eyes and yelled at me, "Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't see that you were held hostage by him before... Did this pervert do something to you? Just now Everyone who searched upstairs heard the movement!"

I froze for a second, then turned my head to look at Deadpool, he looked pitiful.

Thinking that in Deadpool's cognition, he didn't want to hurt me, but was playing games with me-although I was still very angry, but I didn't want to see him locked up in prison.

No, no, don't get it wrong.

If he goes to jail, don't I have to save him?

But... In fact, I don't have to save him, after all, I can actually protect New York myself.

So that's weird, so why wouldn't I want to send him to jail?

I didn't have time to think about it further, and finally explained to Deadpool subconsciously with a difficult face, "No, we know each other, he...he's just teaching me wrestling skills."

"What?" Peralta obviously didn't believe it, and frowned at me. "Wait a minute, did you make a mistake? You're a girl, right?"

His tone was a bit suspicious, but I still nodded in a daze.

"YES! You guessed it!" Peralta whispered proudly while raising his hand, then calmed down and looked at me and added, "I don't even know each other! Girl, don't be fooled by this pervert in red tights. Cheated!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Deadpool, "It is against the law to have sexual relations with a girl under the age of sixteen, whether you want to or not. Unless you are within three years of her age according to the Romeo and Julia Act! But no matter how you look at it, isn’t it more than that?”

"Obviously more than that." Deadpool shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't care about it.

Although I was already thinking about how to strangle him, I pulled my student ID card out of my bag and held it up in front of his face, "I'm sorry, Officer Peralta, but I just finished a while ago--and we don't have , didn't... happen that..."

I was blushed by those words, and I even lowered my head in embarrassment. How can I say this?

But after a long time of no movement, as soon as I looked up, I saw Peralta and Deadpool both approaching my ID to study in front of the photo.

"But whether it is a photo or a real person, it looks quite small."

"I think so too~ It's so cute, my cute little Petra~"

"..." I took a deep breath and decided not to continue entanglement with these two idiots, so I withdrew my hand and put my student ID card back to its original place.

Peralta glanced at me with some disappointment, then turned his gaze back and forth on Deadpool, his expression as if he had eaten shit, "So you really are... that kind of relationship?"

The way he looked at me was full of "Oh, I'm so disappointed, do girls nowadays like this kind of pervert in tights?"

But when he looked at Deadpool, he said, "Ah, I'm so envious that even a blind girl is attracted to you in such a delicate tights. No way, should I buy a set? Maybe Amy will too. I like the way I look!"

"Yes! We have that kind of relationship~" As soon as the words finished, Deadpool standing next to me squatted down, hugged my arm and rubbed his head against my shoulder.

Officer Peralta showed a meaningful expression, as if he understood.

Hey!What kind of relationship is that?

I, I, I... I don't understand!It's not the kind of relationship I thought, is it? !