[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

Drooling.

How should I tell Aunt May?

Is it straight up that I'm going to live with a super antihero, a dodgy mercenary?

——Or choose the simple mode and lie that I am renting a house alone?

But I hate lying, I hate this kind of behavior that makes me feel bad.

So I made a third choice.

I looked at Aunt Mei and decided to avoid the important ones, "It's not important."

Aunt Mei hesitated to speak, as if to say how could this not be important?

"I'm an adult, Aunt Mei." I took a deep breath, "It's impossible for me to hide under your wings for the rest of my life. What's more--I declare that I love Uncle Ben, but you should also have your own Life."

Aunt Mei looked at me incredulously, "My own life?"

I looked at her and remembered that Uncle Ben passed away because of me, so I couldn't help but feel a sore nose, "I shouldn't be your responsibility and burden, I will feel even more guilty if this continues."

Aunt Mei moved closer to me, "As I said, your uncle's death is not your fault—"

I didn't speak, because Aunt Mei didn't know what I did in a moment of anger.

That's my fault.

But maybe as everyone will say, time is the best healer.

After a long time passed, my memory began to blur, as if nothing happened to me.

"I will come back to see you often." I looked at Aunt May with shame—she was so kind, and gave me a chance to think of Uncle Ben, as if he had completely removed his traces from our lives.

But obviously, Aunt Mei loves Uncle Ben so much, she cried so much that day, she just hid him in a deeper place.

"You just decided? Don't you ask for my opinion?" Aunt Mei also seemed a little angry.

"I'm sorry." Really, Aunt May.But if I continue to live here, I may lose my horse. It only takes Detective Peralta to use his brains to know.

"Oh, God." She wiped away the tears from her eyes, and looked at me with a helpless expression on her face, "You are exactly the same as your Uncle Ben when you become stubborn..."

She took a deep breath and finally let go, "You can move out."

I looked up at her in surprise.

"But you have to tell me the address of your rented house, your co-tenant's information, the landlord's information, and the most important thing is to call me every day!"

I nodded vigorously and hugged Aunt Mei.

……

I spent another day convincing Aunt May to let me live in Brooklyn on the grounds of low rent and independent living.

In fact, Aunt Mei would rather I be alone instead of renting with those messy people.

In addition, I later used Mr. Stark as an excuse to say that I had a rental subsidy-of course there was no such thing at all. Anyway, after hearing this, she was a little relieved and said that she would help me visit the house I rented first.

Fortunately, when I told Deadpool about this, he immediately ran out and fooled around all day.

After visiting this room and complaining about every detail, Aunt May finally reluctantly helped me move from Queens to Brooklyn.

She stroked my soft brown hair, "I will come to see you often, and you will also come to see me often, do you hear me?"

I nodded quickly without thinking too much.

After sending Aunt Mei away, I was depressed for a while, and then I started packing my luggage by myself.

Deadpool, who quickly took off his hood, appeared in front of me from nowhere and helped me tidy up quickly.

——But he made my things even more messy, and the messy clothes were piled up everywhere on the bed.

I patted him on the shoulder and said with some dissatisfaction, "Hey! Don't make trouble!"

"How can I make trouble?" As he said, he deliberately rummaged through the pile of my clothes with his hands, "This is called making trouble!"

After a while, Deadpool stopped with a terrified expression.

He raised his hand, fingers seem to hook my bra.

I stared at him with wide eyes, "What are you holding?!"

Deadpool quickly reached out and waved at me, "No, no, I didn't mean to take your bra—"

Before he finished speaking, Deadpool was taken aback for a moment, and then turned his attention to the bra. Probably out of curiosity, he put my bra in front of him and took a closer look.

My face was flushed, and I quickly tiptoed to grab my things back.

"Give it back to me!" I yelled angrily.

But instead of doing that, he immediately lifted it out of my reach.

This made me even angrier and started hopping and reaching for my underwear with my hands up.

Deadpool will simply circle it from behind, but he just won't give it to me.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" I really couldn't help but yell at him.

"Hmph! You said you owed me two artificial respirations and a feeling of feeling, but now you don't even talk about it! You don't keep your word at all!"

"There's nothing in between!" He's right, but I'm still obsessed with getting my bra back - he's gone too far!

Do boyfriends and girlfriends really do things like this?I doubt it.

So I continued to pounce on him, almost falling on top of him.

But Deadpool is so tall, for me, I can actually get it by jumping, but he has one hand on my head.

hateful!I don't think I'm Hello Kitty, do I?

Snorting and sneering, when I was about to break his barrier to me with all my strength, Deadpool grabbed my waist and fell backwards along the opposite side of my whole body leaning against his body.

Deadpool fell on my bed full of clothes.

I was pulled into his chest by him.

Deadpool suddenly showed a shy expression, "Oh! My dear~ Don't be so impatient! I will accept whatever you want to do to me~ But it's best to pay back what I owe me first!"

But, damn it!Obviously he was the one who took me down and made a mess of my clothes, but he is still talking nonsense here. Does Deadpool really think that I dare not beat him?

When I put my hands on his chest and wanted to get up, Deadpool stretched out his hand and wrapped it around my arm-the world turned upside down in an instant, and my vision went from above to below.

He also put his knees on my hands.

I looked up at him, and he smiled stupidly at me.

"I also went to learn artificial respiration-well, it's just Google, but it's the same whether you give me or I give you artificial respiration, considering if you don't want to."

After speaking, he stretched out one hand and pinched my nose, I struggled to move, but soon, he stretched out the other hand to hold my chin.

Deadpool looked at me, lowered his head slowly, wrapped his lips around my lips, and blew into my mouth, giving me artificial respiration.

And because my nose was pinched tightly, I had to open my lips to breathe through my mouth.

It's just that this feeling is really strange, passively accepting the breath from Deadpool, I couldn't help but choked a few times.

And Deadpool...he really didn't have the kindness to teach everyone any serious method of artificial respiration.

After blowing for a long time, he stopped and began to lick mine slowly with his lips.

At the same time, I felt something hard on him against me again.

—It's strange that there is no weapon strapped to the uniform he is wearing this time.

So what is that hard thing?

My hands had been unknowingly released long ago, and I was groping tentatively along the source of the feeling.

Um?Not outside?Like in Deadpool's uniform?

I felt him stop kissing me, and he hugged me tightly in his arms.I also heard him gasp and start shaking violently.

He immediately grabbed my hand.

I don't know what he wants to do, but because of his abnormality, I dare not pull my hand back.

--etc!Did you learn physiology class before?

There seems to be something wrong with this place of the boy!