Kapitel 37: Side Story: The Amazing Spider-Man (Part 2)
Peter Parker had been through a lot, but this? This was new.
A beautiful girl now stood in his room, her crimson eyes gleaming mischievously as she surveyed her surroundings. Her delicate but confident demeanor screamed otherworldly elegance, contrasting sharply with the chaotic mess of Peter's cramped room.
"Hm, this is a small space," the girl mused, brushing her red hair behind her ear. "Tell me, Master, what is your name?"
Peter blinked, still trying to process everything. "Uh, Peter. Peter Parker. And... uh... what are you doing in my room?"
Baobhan Sith arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into an amused smile. "What am I doing? You summoned me, did you not? So I ask again—are you participating in the Holy Grail War? You don't look like a Magus."
Peter scratched his head, utterly baffled. "Holy Grail War? No, I'm not in whatever that is. I, uh, got you as a reward from my Dimensional Chat group. You're some kind of... summoned servant, right?"
Her confusion deepened. "Dimensional Chat? Summoned as a reward?" She folded her arms, her tone turning skeptical. "I've never heard of such nonsense."
Peter sighed. "Look, it's like... a group that connects people from different worlds. We do quests, and I recently finished one. You were part of the reward. That's the truth."
Baobhan Sith mulled over his words before nodding slowly. "So, I've been summoned to another world, far from any Grail War..." Her crimson eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Interesting. Tell me more, Peter Parker. What mission did you complete to earn me? And... what exactly are you?"
Seeing no harm in explaining, Peter recounted the events of his recent mission: battling the terrifying Shagaru Magala alongside Shin and others, narrowly surviving thanks to teamwork and luck. He also shared his life as Spider-Man—his role as a protector, a hero trying to make the world a better place despite personal struggles.
When he finished, Baobhan Sith smirked. "So, you're a so-called hero, hmm? Fighting beasts and villains to protect the weak. How quaint."
Peter frowned. "Is there a problem with that?"
"Not at all," she replied, her smirk widening. "But let me correct you on one thing. My true name isn't Tristan, Master. It's Baobhan Sith. Be grateful, for few get to hear it." She leaned closer, her voice dripping with playful menace. "And just because I'm your servant doesn't mean I'll obey your every whim. Are we clear, Master?"
Peter raised his hands defensively. "Crystal clear! Trust me, I'm not the type to boss people around."
Baobhan chuckled. "How cute. Take care of me, Peter Parker. I think I'll enjoy this little arrangement of ours."
Peter groaned internally. 'Great. First, a deadly mission, and now I've got a sarcastic, bloodsucking knight as a roommate. What's next, alien invasions?'
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.
"Peter?" Aunt May's voice called from the other side. "Who are you talking to in there? I thought I heard a girl's voice."
Peter froze, his face turning pale. "Oh no," he whispered, glancing at Baobhan Sith. "Quick, hide somewhere! If my aunt sees you, she's going to freak out!"
Baobhan grinned wickedly. "Oh, what if I tell her we've already done the deed and you've promised to take care of me forever? That could be fun."
Peter's jaw dropped. "Don't you dare!"
She laughed softly. "Fine, fine. But you owe me, Master." With a snap of her fingers, she vanished into her spirit form, leaving Peter to deal with the situation alone.
He took a deep breath and opened the door, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
"What's up, Aunt May?"
Aunt May sniffed the air suspiciously. "Who were you talking to? And why does your room smell weird?"
Peter forced a chuckle. "Uh, no one. Just... practicing lines for a play! Yeah, that's it. And the smell? Must be from my workout gear."
May squinted at him but eventually relented. "Alright, just make sure to clean up before dinner. And your room could use a good airing out."
Peter sighed in relief as she walked away.
The moment the coast was clear, Baobhan Sith reappeared, casually draping her arms around Peter's shoulders.
"Smooth, Master. But you still owe me," she teased.
"Yeah, yeah," Peter muttered, brushing her off. "So, what do you want?"
Her crimson eyes gleamed mischievously. "Your blood, of course."
Peter stumbled back. "Wait, what?!"
Baobhan stepped closer, licking her lips. "Relax. It won't hurt. Much." Before he could protest further, her fangs sank gently into his neck.
A sharp pain shot through him, followed by a strange warmth that made him dizzy. "This... feels... weird..."
Baobhan released him, licking her lips. "Mmm, delicious. Your blood is exquisite, Master. I think I'm going to enjoy keeping you around."
Peter slumped onto his bed, his head spinning. "You're... insane."
She giggled. "And you're mine now, Master. Don't even think about escaping. Understood?"
Peter groaned. "This has to be a dream. A weird, blood-sucking beauty."
Baobhan simply smirked. "Get used to it, Master. This is only the beginning."
Side End.
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