Chapter 24 - I am Spider Tobey

Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale... if somebody told you I was just an average, ordinary guy, not a care in the world... somebody lied.

Well, it’s easy to see that someone lied, after all, I’m that guy over there surrounded by four stunning beauties.

Who am I? I am Peter Parker.

Right now, the girls and I are together, talking. Graduation just ended, and we’re chatting with our relatives and friends, receiving their congratulations.

“Pete, let’s go eat some cheeseburgers after this? My stomach is begging me for a cheeseburger,” Emily said with a pout and puppy-dog eyes.

“Haha, sure, Emi, I’m craving a burger too,” I said, smiling and gently hugging her against my chest.

But soon, I felt two arms wrap around my sides and embrace my chest. Then, I felt two soft peaks press against my back, and a scarlet head rested on my shoulder.

“Hey, you guys are deciding without us... but I’m in, haha,” M.J. said on my shoulder.

Soon, my arms were hugged by Ursula and Gwen as well.

They also agreed to have cheeseburgers.

As I was embraced by the four beauties and felt the envious gazes on me, I decided to mentally describe the appearance of the four girls.

Emily has brown hair reaching the middle of her back, and her eyes are golden like gold, but in no way strange.

I won’t go on about the curves of my women, but they all have curves in the right places and impressive assets. I’m truly a lucky man, hehe.

Ursula has golden hair that reaches her butt and gentle blue eyes that, when you look into them, seem to pacify your soul.

Gwen, unlike the original, who was blonde, had a change in her hair color after the imprinting. Her hair is a beautiful near-platinum blonde that falls just past her shoulders. Her eyes are as blue as the sky.

And last but not least, M.J. She had become a redhead with hair so vibrantly red it looked like blood… in a beautiful way. Her gorgeous blue eyes reminded me of what the original Tobey Peter said:

"The great thing about MJ is when you look in her eyes and she's looking back in yours, everything feels not quite normal. Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is you don't know what you feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It's as if you've reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it."

Even though we are different Peters, I can’t help but admire how accurately he described the feeling of looking into Mary Jane Watson’s eyes.

Of course, I feel that with all my girls when I look into their eyes, but each one is a little different.

M.J.'s eyes make me want to be strong for her, but they are also eyes that plead for me to show my weakness, to open up to her, and let her help carry my burdens.

Emily’s golden eyes make me never doubt and give me certainty that if I fall, she will fall with me to help me get up. And even though lifting two fallen people is harder, she wouldn’t hesitate. It’s like the recklessness of an anime character combined with the power of love, haha.

Ursula’s eyes are like those of a guardian angel—full of concern, always watching over me and protecting me. And when I get hurt, she will take care of my wounds and help me regain my strength and soul.

Gwen’s eyes are no less special. They are firm and observant, as if she knows what I feel just by looking at me, always ready to support me at the slightest sign of hesitation. Her eyes assure me that if I ever lose myself, she will hold on tightly to remind me who I am.

Well, since we’ve talked about the girls, let’s finish by talking about me. I’m extremely handsome, with blue eyes, 1.89m tall, an athletic body, and black hair. Lately, I’ve been growing my hair out, and it’s reached my shoulders.

In my last life, I had long hair, but unfortunately, long hair doesn’t make the best impression when job hunting, so I had to keep it short. Luckily, in this life, I don’t have to worry about money or a career. I can just be who I want to be without overthinking it. If I want to be good, I’ll be good. If I want to be selfish, I’ll be selfish. Of course, most of the time, I’m good—that’s because I like being good.

After flirting a little more, we took my car and went to our favorite diner. I built my car myself—it’s black and stylish, looking like one of those multi-million-dollar two-seater sports cars, but mine is more beautiful, more powerful, and fits five people, including the driver.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—my harem stopped at four, which, counting me, makes five, so I don’t need to drive a bigger vehicle, haha.

Yet…

Actually, there was one other person I considered for the harem. Miss Brant, who is currently J. Jonah Jameson’s secretary. But I never imprinted on her. Probably because I only met her recently and wasn’t really drawn to her looks or personality.

When we arrived at the diner, we got out of the car and went to place our orders. While we were talking, we suddenly heard the sound of thrusters, followed by the clanking of metal touching the ground.

When we turned around, we saw a red and gold suit opening up, revealing a man in a suit stepping out.

“Hey, kid, you’re here too,” Tony Stark said with a smile.

Actually, I had to give them and the other heroes a command to treat me normally. If I hadn’t, he would probably be kneeling on the ground right now, wanting to kiss my feet but not daring to touch me.

I am their creator and supreme god, but I don’t want to be seen that way—I want to have real conversations with them. So, I ordered them to treat me like they would a close friend.

“Hey, Tony. Thanks for recommending the place—I brought my girls along too, haha,” I replied.

It’s true—I learned about this diner from Tony himself.

“Oh, glad to hear that. And good afternoon, Miss Watson, Stacy, Russian-name-I-can’t-pronounce, and Osboring,” Tony said with a teasing smirk at the end.

In fact, he and Norman often exchange jabs because their working styles are quite opposite. Tony is more liberal and impulsive, while Norman is strict and disciplined. Add to that their big egos, and they inevitably clash.

“Hey, Tony, don’t talk about my dad like that, even though I also think he’s a bit boring—cough I mean, strict,” Emily said with a playful smile.

While Emily was half-defending, half-teasing her father, Ursula made a sad face and said:

“No one’s going to defend me? Tony bullied me.” Ursula looked down with a hurt expression.

“Ohh, that mean man bullied my Ursula. Come here, let me comfort you,” I said jokingly, since Ursula was just playing around. She knew Tony knew her name and was only teasing. And even if he didn’t, she wouldn’t care. She was just having fun with us.

So, I pulled Ursula to my side and hugged her.

Life has been a bit boring lately, but it’s always fun when we’re with the ones we love.

That’s how we spent that day—full of jokes, flirting, and laughter.

Life has been good for the Parker family.