Jack turned to face Gwen, his eyes reflecting the soft light of the room. "Gwen," he started, his voice low and steady, "I've been wanting to do this all day."
His hand reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the line of her jaw, her cheek, her neck.
Gwen's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at Jack, her eyes searching his. "Then what's stopping you?" she whispered, a challenge in her voice. A dare.
Jack's lips curved into a slow smile, his eye crinkling at the corners. He leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. Their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss. It deepened, became more insistent, more passionate. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beat in sync, and the world outside the room seemed to fade away.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, eyes closed. Gwen's hand was still on Jack's neck, his on her cheek. They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing each other in.
"Gwen..."
"Hmm~?"
"Jessica's right, that shark soup really has a weird aftertaste..."
Gwen pouted playfully. "So now you're saying I taste weird?"
Jack chuckled. "Maybe I overdid the herbs. The smell's a bit strong."
"Then should I take care of it for you?"
"It's fine... we can skip that step."
"Jack~ my mom's still downstairs," Gwen protested softly, stopping him from getting closer.
But seeing the disappointed look in his eyes, she bit her lip and whispered, "Let's try... a different way~"
Gwen's eyes flicked downwards, her gaze lingering on the growing bulge in Jack's pants. She licked her lips, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She knew exactly what she wanted to do.
She sank to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and gave him a small, playful smile.
"How about this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Jack's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. He nodded, his voice a low rumble. "I'd like that very much."
Gwen's fingers deftly undid the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper with a slow, deliberate motion. She slipped her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around his length. She could feel him, hot and hard, pulsing with need. She looked up at him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Jack's breath hitched again, his hands fisting at his sides. He watched her, his eyes locked onto her every movement, his gaze intense and hungry.
Gwen leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. She could smell him, a musky, masculine scent that made her own body respond in kind. She pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock, her tongue flicking out to taste him. He was salty, slightly bitter, but with an underlying sweetness that made her want more.
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him. She could feel him, thick and heavy on her tongue. She relaxed her jaw, taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, her muscles convulsing around him, and felt him shudder in response.
Jack's hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He didn't push her, didn't guide her, just held on tight as she worked him with her mouth and her hand.
Gwen could feel him growing harder, his breath coming in short gasps. She knew he was close. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, her makeup probably smudged, but she didn't care. She wanted to see him like this, undone, unraveled, because of her.
She took him deep, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, her muscles convulsing around him, and felt him pulse, hit, and then spill into her mouth.*
Jack let out a low groan, his body shuddering as he came undone. Gwen held him in her mouth, swallowing every last drop, before pulling back, her lips popping as she released him.
She licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her face. "Better?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.
Jack looked down at her, his eyes filled with a soft, warm affection. "Much," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"You gotta go, Dad's on his way," Gwen said, her eyes shy and reluctant.
With a kiss on her forehead, Jack got up, "Sleep tight, princess."
——
Early the next morning.
Captain George Stacy raised an eyebrow as he noticed his daughter humming while making toast.
"Helen... what's going on with Gwen? She looks... radiant. Did you buy her some new supplements?"
Helen smiled knowingly. "Nope. Jack brought over some shark soup last night. It seems to be doing wonders—though she did complain about a bit of a sore throat this morning. Must be the spices."
George nodded. "That Jack kid is thoughtful. I'll have to thank him properly. He really looks out for her."
——
Cut scene:
The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Jack's footsteps echoed down the hallway as he made his way to his bedroom, his mind still racing with thoughts of Gwen. He hadn't been truly satisfied, there was a restlessness within him, a hunger that hadn't quite been sated.
He slipped into his bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He undressed quickly, pulling on a pair of worn pajama pants and a faded T-shirt. He climbed into bed, the sheets still cool from the evening air, and stared up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and images.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway pulled him from his reverie. He sat up, listening as the footsteps came closer, closer, until they stopped right outside his bedroom door. There was a soft knock, and then the door creaked open, revealing Jessica.
She stood in the doorway, her eyes downcast, her arms wrapped around herself. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt, a frilly black mini-skirt. Her legs, long and slender, were wrapped in jet-black stockings. Her feet were bare, her toenails painted a soft, shimmering pink.
Jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Jessica," he said, his voice low and amused, "what are you doing here?"
Jessica shifted from one foot to the other, her cheeks flushing pink. "I-I was thinking about what you said earlier," she stammered, her voice soft and hesitant. "About wanting to play with my feet..."
Jack's smirk widened into a grin. "Oh, really?" he said, patting the bed beside him. "Well, come on in, then. Let's play."
Jessica hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the door, then back to Jack. She took a deep breath, then crossed the room, climbing onto the bed beside him. She sat cross-legged, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap.
Jack reached out, his hand wrapping around her ankle. He could feel her, warm and soft through the thin material of her stockings. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Jessica nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Y-yes," she whispered.
Jack smiled, his thumb brushing against the arch of her foot. He could feel her tense, her body stiffening as he touched her. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"Are you sure about this, Jessica?" he asked, his voice low and serious. "Because if you're not ready, that's okay. We can stop, anytime you want."
Jessica took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed. "I-I want to," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to try, at least."
Jack nodded, his hand stilling on her foot.
"Okay," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We'll go as slow as you want. Just tell me to stop if it's too much, okay?"
Jessica nodded, her eyes still closed. Jack could see her taking deep breaths, her chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. He waited, his hand still on her foot, until she was ready.
When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with a soft, shy determination. She held out her other foot, her voice barely above a whisper. "O-okay," she said. "I'm ready."
Jack smiled, his hands wrapping around both of her feet. He began to massage them, his thumbs pressing into the arch, his fingers working the muscles. He could feel Jessica relax, her body melting into the bed as he worked.
As he massaged her feet, he could feel her growing more and more aroused. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving with each inhale. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and saw the hunger in her gaze.
He slowed his movements, his hands lingering on her feet, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her soles. He could feel her pulse, fast and steady, beneath his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a soft, warm affection.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Jessica nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. "Y-yes," she whispered. "I-I feel... I feel so... good..."
Jack smiled, his hands still moving, still touching her. He could feel her growing wetter, her arousal increasing with each touch. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. "Do you want more, Jessica?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Jessica nodded, her eyes still closed. "Y-yes," she whispered. "Please..."
Jack's hands moved, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. He could feel her, hot and wet, her panties soaked through. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
"Are you sure, Jessica?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. "Because once we start, I don't know if I can stop..."
Jessica nodded, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a soft, shy determination. "I-I want you to," she whispered. "Please, Jack. I want you to touch me..."
Jack smiled, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. He could feel her, hot and wet, her body responding to his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and husky.
And with that, he began to touch her, his fingers sliding through her folds, his thumb pressing against her clit. He could feel her, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
"Come for me, Jessica," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you come..."
And with a soft cry, Jessica did just that, her body convulsing as she came undone, her orgasm ripping through her, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.
Jack smiled, his hands still moving, still touching her. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a soft, warm affection. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Jessica nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. "Y-yes," she whispered. "I-I feel... I feel so... good..."
Jack smiled, his hands stilling on her feet. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a soft, warm affection.
"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and gentle. "Because I want you to feel good, Jessica. Always."
And with that, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. It wasn't long before she fell asleep holding on to him.
The chaos earlier in the day had definitely taken its toll.
.....
Meanwhile, upstairs...
Jack stretched and yawned, slowly waking up to find Jessica curled up beside him under the covers.
Last night came rushing back.
After returning from Gwen's, Jessica had taken his teasing seriously and tiptoed into his room. Now her stockings were discarded on the floor, and Jack couldn't help but smirk at the evidence of their "leg games."
Well... nothing truly happened—at least not all the way. But it had been undeniably thrilling.
Jessica stirred and groaned. "Ugh... damn you, Jack!"
She sat up and shook him by the shoulder. "I thought you were just gonna mess with my feet, not... that!"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Jessica, you're the one who—"
"Shut up!" she huffed. "You're still a beast! I'm your sister—okay, not by blood, but still!"
Then she paused, blinking sleepily. "Wait... did I start it?"
Jack shrugged, stretching like a cat. "You were the one who said, 'Just a little fun,' remember?"
Jessica rubbed her temples, half-embarrassed, half-annoyed. "Whatever! You're still gross! And you owe me new stockings!"
"You want new ones?"
Jack eyed her legs lazily. "I can help you pick. I know what looks good on you."
Jessica glared and kicked at him lightly. "You're shameless."
——
Despite the awkward night, the two cleaned up and went about their morning as usual—playful, bickering, and oddly close.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Captain George stepped in, holding a small gift bag.
"Morning, kids."
"Captain," Jack greeted politely, rising to shake his hand.
George smiled, his voice casual but firm. "Just wanted to check in. Jessica, you've made quite the name for yourself recently."
Jessica froze like a statue, trying to hide behind Jack.
George turned to Jack. "Look, I appreciate everything you do for her—but the superhero stuff? It's dangerous. Please keep her grounded. She's not ready for that kind of world."
Jack nodded. "Don't worry, George. Jessica listens to me."
Jessica sat beside him, her eyes wide and innocent.
But in her mind: Gwen's out here swinging through Manhattan, and you're worried about me?
——
As George prepared to leave, Jack handed him a small bag.
"Take these back to the precinct—Jessica baked butter cookies last night."
George's eyebrows lifted in delight. "Did she now? I'll be sure to share them around. Thanks again, Jack. You're doing great with her."
Jack smiled as George walked out. If only he knew...
——
Back inside, Jack opened his system interface. He still hadn't claimed the rewards from last night's fight.
A system prompt appeared:
[You defeated Gwen Stacy's fated enemy. Choose one reward:]
Monetary Reward: $1,000,000
Random Reward: Weather Control
Servant Reward: Transform Alexei Mikhailovich Sytsevich (Rhino)
Then came another:
[You defeated Gwen Stacy's fated enemy. Choose one reward:]
Monetary Reward: $1,000,000
Random Reward: Refreshing Coke
Servant Reward: Transform Norman Osborn (Green Goblin)
Jack didn't hesitate. He picked [2] and [3] from both. No point in being greedy with cash.
A can of Coke materialized on his desk with a satisfying pop. Jack cracked it open, took a swig, and sighed. "Still the best drink in the multiverse."
But what really intrigued him was Option 3.
The moment the choice was made, reality twisted.
Far across the city, inside a high-security morgue, alarms started blaring.
Norman Osborn's body—formally declared deceased, zipped into a reinforced body bag, and placed inside a cryogenic vault—suddenly vanished without a trace.
The attending coroner dropped his clipboard in terror. "W-what the hell?! Sir! He's gone! Norman Osborn's body is missing!"
Across the city, Harrios, one of OsCorp's hidden board members and a private military contractor with his own agenda, arrived at the scene. His face was dark with fury as he surveyed the empty vault.
"Pull up the surveillance footage. Now."
An assistant scrambled to obey, queuing up the security logs. But as the footage played, they watched in disbelief—at the exact moment of Jack's selection, Norman's corpse simply disappeared in a flicker of glitching pixels.
No trace. No teleportation signature. No signs of tampering.
Harrios clenched his fists. "This isn't possible. Who has this kind of tech?"
.....
Back in Jack's loft, a swirling green portal opened beside him. Thick fog poured out, and the unmistakable sound of ragged breathing echoed through the room.
Norman Osborn emerged—alive, kneeling on one knee, eyes bloodshot and glowing faintly green.
"…What… what is this…?" Osborn looked around in stunned silence.
Jack took another sip of Coke and smiled. "Welcome back, Norman."
"You—who are you?" Norman staggered to his feet. "I died. I remember dying. Who brought me back?"
"I did. You work for me now."
There was rage in Osborn's expression. A lifetime of arrogance and power didn't fade so easily. "I don't serve anyone—"
Jack's eyes glowed faintly red as the system issued a silent command.
[Servant Contract: Enforcing Obedience Clause]
Norman suddenly dropped to both knee, sweating, groaning as invisible chains wrapped around his mind.
"You…!" he gasped.
"You're a genius, Norman," Jack said casually. "But let's be honest. Left to your own devices, you tried to kill teenagers. Multiple times."
"I had my reasons—"
"You always do." Jack leaned closer. "But now you're going to put that genius to better use. Science. Tech. And if I need you to wear a pumpkin mask again, it'll be on my terms."
Norman clenched his jaw. For a moment, the room was silent except for the bubbling of the still-warm medicinal soup on Jack's stove.
"…Fine," Osborn finally growled. "What do you want from me?"
Jack held up a finger. "First, your lab. I need access to your experimental glider prototypes and stealth alloys. Second, you're going to help me rebuild the Oscorp AI core—but this time, it's mine."
"And third?"
Jack smiled. "You're going to be very quiet about being alive. Especially to your son."
Norman stiffened.
"Harry doesn't need to know you're back," Jack continued. "At least not until I say so."
Norman lowered his head. "Understood… Master."
...
The system chimed softly in his ear:
[Servant Bond Level 1 Established: Norman Osborn - Green Goblin]Abilities Unlocked: Enhanced Intelligence, Prototype Weapon Access, Goblin Serum DatabaseLoyalty: 48% (Stabilizing...)
Jack leaned back in his chair, swirling the Coke can thoughtfully.
With Norman Osborn under control, a million dollars looked like small change.
And this… this was just the beginning.