[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

Deadpool just lay there on the grass, pursing his lips at me.

I feel a little embarrassed.

He probably saw it, and snorted dejectedly, "Hmph, if you don't kiss, then don't kiss!"

After speaking, I wanted to stand up.

"No..." I frowned, "How can I kiss you while you're lying on the ground?"

Deadpool had a rare dull expression on his face.

I looked at him a little strangely, "You said you wanted to kiss, why are you showing such an expression now?"

"Uh..." Deadpool hurriedly stood up from the ground, walked up to me with a look of horror and grabbed my shoulder to look around, "Are you okay? Is that black thing still attached to me?" on you?"

I pulled his hand away, "No, I'm sure it's gone."

"I just want to apologize to you, after I have done so many things to you." My eyes were on his red hood, even so, I could still vaguely see that the red color on the hood was slightly off. Although it can't be seen clearly, but... that should be the color of blood.

I swallowed, feeling a little sad.He raised his hand and carefully touched his forehead with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"

Deadpool looked at me seriously, and then he suddenly smirked, "It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all!"

——But how could this be painless?It's just that he recovered super fast, and it wasn't that he didn't feel pain.

Luckily I have a hood covering my face, otherwise I think I might be on the verge of crying.

In the past, I listened to those one-sided evaluations of him, thinking that I was the most rational, but in the end... he was always taking care of me.

I forced a smile, pulled off the hood and stuffed it around my waist, stretched out my hand and gently pulled up the lower part of his mask, and quickly approached him and kissed his cheek.

"Are you still angry?" I looked at him nervously.

The bare/exposed skin of his chin turned red at an extremely fast speed, I saw his lips slightly opened and closed, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and his voice became a little stuttering, "Well... I, I feel more angry It's..."

I tilted my head in some puzzlement, and my mood became more and more depressed, "Why do you feel more angry?"

"I don't know..." His eyes glanced a little guilty, "I just feel angry!"

Although I felt a little strange, I still asked in a low voice, "Then how can you not be angry?"

Deadpool narrowed his eyes, "I can tell you to do anything?"

Thinking of that time when I smashed his head like a madman, my heart twitched, I closed my eyes and nodded in a panic, "Well...you can do whatever you want."

He covered his head first, then pointed to his lips excitedly.

I stare at his chin in puzzlement, because of the past, although the skin is a little bumpy, but his lips show a pink color.

However, this color has become a warning color in my eyes - of course I know that you can't kiss casually here.

Soon I remembered the last time Deadpool suddenly and happily approached me with his mouth and nostrils for some reason... I thought he was crazy at the time.

But think about it now...

Deadpool, isn't he—stop, stop, stop!Why is my heart beating so fast again now?Stop thinking about Petra now!

Stop thinking about it, I have to do what he said, after all, I screwed up and I have to make up for it.

I glanced at the bright moon in the night sky and took a deep breath.

Looking down, I nearly closed my eyes, then gently pressed my lips to his.

It was as fast as a dragonfly on the water, and I didn't have time to feel it. I just felt a strange feeling spread along the skin and spread to the whole body, but it disappeared soon.

I took a step back reflexively, covering my face and not daring to look at him.

"Do you know what the BGM in my head is now?" Deadpool suddenly opened his mouth and asked happily.

I put down my hand forcefully, a little incoherently, "I don't know, and I don't want to know what you're thinking, I just think...it might not be appropriate..."

"Don't you like it? Oh, baby~ That's because you used the wrong method." Deadpool paused, looked elsewhere, and whispered with his palm covering his mouth, "By the way, my current brain The inner BGM is Deorro's FiveHours, I almost have an intracranial orgasm~"

"What are you talking about?" I frowned and looked at him.

After finishing speaking, he turned around again, "Oh! It's nothing, it doesn't matter... Then you want to know what is a proper kiss?"

My breath was suffocated, and my voice trembled unconsciously, "I, I don't know..."

He lowered his head and smiled as if confirming something. With a smile, Deadpool pointed out a finger to me triumphantly, "My dear, you will make me take this as an affirmative answer." of."

"Huh~ What I want to say next makes me feel like a pervert who kidnapped a girl, but..."

He took a deep breath, but looked nonchalant, straight to the point, "You like me."

"Hmm... eh?!" I thought he was making some request, but I nodded without realizing it, and then looked at him in surprise.

"No no no—" I wanted to retort subconsciously, "What I should like is—"

etc!should?Why do I use the word should?

"Should I like it? Who do I like?" He narrowed his eyes and asked.

--'hateful!If it wasn't for me, I'd kill that man and chop him into meat paste. '

"..." I suddenly didn't dare to think about it, and even felt confused, so who should I like?Harry?

"I'm sure you must be deeply in love with me, you don't dislike my face when you kiss me, and you don't mind that I messed up so many things, and even lied about me and the police! Actually... I I also like you a little bit." He narrowed one eye, and compared the distance of about one millimeter between his thumb and index finger.

"Every part of your noble soul attracts me asshole all the time, makes me fall in love with you at first sight, makes me fall in love with you-well, wait...but I think I'm still better because of you So some, have you noticed it?"

I shook my head first, then nodded again, only to feel that my face was too red to look at him.I fell deeply in love with him?Really?

But I suddenly felt... Deadpool's words seemed to make a little sense.

I didn't even realize that I did so many things for him that I would never do, that I liked him.

"What do you mean by shaking your head and nodding, Petra? I don't understand. So now I can kiss you and we will walk towards the marriage hall together for the Happy Ending?" He gestured excitedly with open hands.

I bent my eyes and looked at him who was talking eloquently. The deepest sadness in my heart for a long time disappeared a lot, the warmth spread from the bottom of my heart, and even the lack of feeling was filled.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Ah, it turns out that what I like is this completely unreliable Deadpool who makes me helpless and makes me happy?

"Wait a minute!" I slowly stretched out my arms to hug his strong body, moved my neck with difficulty, and raised my head to look at him, "Actually, I'm still a little unsure..."

"No...not sure about what?" he said as I could feel his stiff body, and he put his hand gently on my back.

I buried my head in his arms again, a faint smell of blood got into my nose, but I don't know why his generous chest made me feel a little relieved, "Or, or we can try it first ...from a date or something?"

"...dating?! WTF! How many years have I not dated like a normal person? Can we skip this step and go straight to church?"

"..." No way, Aunt Mei will faint.

"Okay, Fine. So let's go on a date now?"

"Now?" I looked up at the moon, "What time is it?"

Reluctantly, Deadpool stretched out his hand and glanced at his cute child's watch, "36:13...[-] seconds."

"It's too late! I have to go to school tomorrow, so I have to go back! Goodbye..." I let go of my hand in fright, and stretched out my wrist, wanting to swing the spider's thread back quickly.

"Hold back!" Deadpool stopped me, and I turned to look at him.

"I'll take you back." After finishing speaking, he spontaneously wrapped me around me like an octopus, and whispered happily in my ear, "Yeah! Let's Go!"

I looked back at him and muttered, "Why do I feel more like I'm sending you off?"

Reluctantly raised the corners of my mouth, I stretched out my hand and sprayed out spider silk, and left here with Deadpool on my back.

This block is very close to my house, in fact, it can be reached in three or two strokes, but I still can't help but slow down.

Did I have an extra date starting today?

Or Deadpool?Everyone who knows about it will probably think I'm sick.

But I know I don't, and I think I'm sane now.

……

Soon, I reached the iron ladder outside my room.

Deadpool jumped off me.

My heart started beating fast again... I don't know if he will hear, "I'm home, see you next time, Deadpool."

"Wade." He corrected me.

"Goodbye, Wade." I lowered my head, feeling my voice was as soft as a mosquito's moan.

"You forgot one more thing." The tall man squeezed into the narrow iron staircase, looking a little serious.

"Huh?" I felt his leather gloves touch my face, cold and rough, and I couldn't help shivering.

As we got closer, the sound of breathing intertwined and became more and more rapid.

I'm nervous... don't know if it's because of him too.

He lowered his head and engulfed my lips, licking and biting them lightly, the breath on his body made me breathless... as if my lips were some kind of sweet strawberry cake.

I thought that satisfying my appetite is when my mouth gets the most satisfaction.

But I was wrong, I finally understand that the couples in school are always inextricably exchanging saliva in public.

I used to despise such behavior.

However, when the fireworks exploded into a blank in my mind, and my whole body hit the glass of my window in fright, I knew that I was one-sided again.

But I pushed him hard anyway, opened the window and jumped back to my own room, shutting him out.

Deadpool—oh no, Wade first looked at me with a dazed expression, then leaned his forehead against the window and stared at me pitifully.

I am a little soft-hearted, but I really have to go to class tomorrow, even if I am physically fit, I have to rest.

As a second best thing, I also lightly pressed my forehead against the window glass, and joined my palms with his, so that it was as if our foreheads were touching... well, why does it feel a bit like Romeo and Juliet?

At the same time, his lips moved.

"...Good night!!" I was taken aback, and I also mouthed to him, and then quickly closed the curtains.

With my back against the window, I couldn't help but smirk.

Wade just said, "IRallyReallyLikeYou."

I lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.I've heard that liking someone makes me happy like a fool, and now I feel happy like a fool.

It seems that I do like him.

I have always slept well, but for the first time I suffered from insomnia.