[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

I think back to the last time I saw Deadpool take off his clothes, the naked/exposed skin was pitted, like it was burned by something.

Although I don't know what he went through at that time, he must have felt very painful.

I'm crazy to ask him about headgear or his real face or something.

What was I thinking just now?

Deadpool is one of my few poor friends. If he takes off his headgear, will he feel sad and want to cry?

Wow, this makes me suddenly feel guilty - well, but... what's the point of crying?Uglier than those supervillains who experiment on themselves?

Thinking of this, I stopped, and Deadpool had already fallen behind me.

I tilted my head to look at him, froze for a moment, then walked up to him again.

"But I still want to know what you look like."

As I spoke, I reached out to his hood without waiting for his answer.

Deadpool took a step back in surprise, avoiding my hand.

His refusal made me all the more determined, like something compelled me to do it, even though it might hurt his feelings.

So I reluctantly took another step forward.

Deadpool looked a little flustered and nervous, "Are you sure? Listen, I was indeed only a little bit worse than Hugh Jackman before, but now... the girls ran away in fright when they saw me..."

I nodded, completely unaware of the other party's reluctance, "I'm sure! I want to see it! Besides, I've seen your skin last time."

"But that's different—"

Before Deadpool finished speaking, I took the opportunity to stand on tiptoes and stretched out my hands to wrap around his neck, and found the opening from the back of his neck. His headgear was fixed with Velcro. I took it off when I came back, so I know this one is a bit hard to tear off.

I couldn't help leaning on Deadpool, put my head on his shoulder, and wanted to take off his hood reluctantly.

After struggling for a long time, I finally took off Deadpool's red hood and threw it on the ground not far away.

It made me feel a little smug, and just as I was about to step back and look at his face, I suddenly found myself stuck.

He held my waist with one hand, and pressed my head with the other.

I realized we were so close that I could feel his body heat, his breathing and the rise and fall of his chest.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered that time with Chameleon when I was tied up with him by spider silk, and that time when I was squeezed in the elevator with Deadpool.

Hmm... Is this violent heartbeat mine or his?It feels like they are intertwined and can't be separated.

I landed on my heels and buried my face in his chest, feeling as if my brain had calmed down a bit, but tensed up in another way.

Isn't it a bit inappropriate for the two of us to look like this now?

"Uh, can you let me go?" I asked cautiously.

"No, let go and you will see my face." Deadpool still hugged me tightly and said sullenly.

"But... But sooner or later you have to let go of me, we can't hug like this forever." My posture was a little stiff.

"Hug forever? That sounds like a good idea." His voice became light again.

"Hey, Deadpool... You know it's impossible, do you want me to push away with force, or let go? I don't guarantee that the former will hurt you." I felt Grumpy.

For a long time, just as I was about to push him away, I heard Deadpool take a quick breath, and then slowly let go, his hands hanging limply on his sides.

After Deadpool let go, the heat left me too, so that a gust of cold wind blew by and I even shivered.Then I took a step back and subconsciously looked at him.

In the dim light, with his head bowed, he looked very depressed.

It made me feel like I was doing something wrong all over again.

Why do I suddenly want to see what he looks like?Why have I never had such a thought for the past few months?

I have no way of knowing this.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong with me during this time, but I didn't have time to think about it further. The appearance of Deadpool greatly aroused my curiosity.

I just stretched out my cold hand carefully and stroked his warm cheek gently.

This time Deadpool didn't avoid it, but carefully observed my expression.

I didn't care, I just thought, um...it's really bumpy.

But through the dim light of the street lamp, I can vaguely see his straight nose, his lips tightly pursed, and his eyes are like poor Puppy.

His long eyelashes cast shadows on his face, and his deep eyes reflected the light of the street lamp.Noticing that my line of sight was exactly opposite to his, he immediately lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, as if the same concrete floor looked so good.

But I think his eyes are really pretty, and I really like people with good-looking eyes.

Thinking that my behavior just now might make him feel very sad, an inexplicable guilt suddenly rose in my heart.

I just clearly felt that my idea was wrong, why did I do it in the end?Why do I keep doing things I shouldn't do recently?

I couldn't help but sighed, and then slowly took off my hood.Thinking that I had done such a stupid thing, I felt really sorry for him.

I have to comfort him, after all it was I who forced him to take off his headgear.

I frowned and thought for a while, and soon, I remembered that when I first came to my uncle and aunt’s house, whenever I was wronged, Aunt Mei, who is not related to me in the standard sense, would squat down, hug me and kiss me. Kiss me on the cheek and forehead.

Deadpool is so tall that it is impossible for me to squat down again, and it is even more impossible to kiss my forehead.

Seeing his aggrieved face, I had no choice but to stand on tiptoe again, first reached out and touched his head, then slowly approached him, "Okay, okay~"

As I said that, I leaned close to his cheek and gave a hard sip, "I don't despise you for being ugly!"

Contrary to expectations, his skin is indeed rough but still retains its normal softness.

Leaving his cheek, I looked up at him and said, "Aren't you unhappy?"

The Deadpool who took off his mask, or the mercenary named Wade Wilson suddenly covered his face in surprise, and stared at me blankly.

"What, what's the matter..." This look gave me goosebumps all over my body.

"You, you don't hate me, do you? After seeing me like this?" He opened his mouth, and then asked the question again.

I feel a little impatient with the repeated question, "If I hate you, do you think I would still talk to you now? And even if I hate you, it shouldn't be a matter of face..."

Deadpool's eyes suddenly softened. His eyes didn't look like a mercenary or an anti-hero with special abilities, but it was a bit like when I looked at the neighbor's tabby cat Todd. It's so cute that I can't help but hold my throat and cover my chest and let out an "oh--" admiration.

But Deadpool's eyes seem to be different. Unlike the eyes that just reflected the light before, his eyes seem to be really shining.

"Wow!" He blinked in bewilderment, and then showed an extremely moved expression, "Is my current expression extremely ashamed... Never mind, I just want to say, I really—"

As he spoke, Deadpool's eyes moved down, probably thinking of something, and the expression on his face stiffened.

He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the uniform on my body with his fingers, and I couldn't help taking a few steps back in disgust, "What are you doing?"

But Deadpool simply showed an unbelievable expression this time, he even started to pull up my uniform with his hands and feet, a few clusters of black filaments were pulled up, revealing the red color of my original uniform, and then because of the elasticity Or something was overwritten and returned to black.

He looked at me, swallowed, "Uh... I guess, I know where I've seen your uniform."

Hearing the word uniform, the alarm bells in my mind rang loudly, and my mood, which had been relieved, began to feel bad again, as uncomfortable as someone playing drums in my mind.

"Some time ago, I was invited by the editor of the comics to participate in a secret war in the outer space of a parallel world. I also met you in that world, little spider, but for some reason, you didn't know me there..."

"That uniform, I remember, I felt like it was strangling my dick, and then I realized that it seemed to have a consciousness of its own eating away at my thoughts..."

"I took it off as soon as I put it on."

"What do you mean?" I looked at him with a hostile look.

"I think..." He took one look at my expression, then said carefully, "No, I suggest, you should take it off too."

I looked at him and put back my hood with a blank expression.