Chapter 1: Chapter 01: What the f*ck…? [01]

Rápe Warning!

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01: What the fuck…? [01]

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Leaning backward and slamming into Gwen's pussy, Peter lifted a hand to hold her head against the pillow as he released a low groan. The warm sensation around his dick spread from the tip to the end, enveloping his entire being in pleasure.

"Mfff!" Gwen released a muffled cry as his dick reached her deepest parts.

Peter, on the other hand, kept slamming his hips into her cunt, as if he were an animal. He didn't see the hurt look in Gwen's eyes as she peaked at him through her turned head, neither did he see the blood covering his dick. Tears streamed down Gwen's face as Peter, her best friend, pounded her from behind as he held her by the back of her neck, pinning her mouth against the pillow on the bed.

She couldn't believe this was happening.

Peter Parker, her best friend, was raping her. And she couldn't do anything. Even when she cried for help, he didn't stop, it was as if he wasn't himself anymore. And that, hurt her more than the fact that he was raping her.

Peter slapped her ass cheek, and Gwen's walls tightened around his cock. And as he smacked forward with his full force, she squirted all over him and fell on the bed. Peter, however, didn't stop and kept pummeling her cunt from behind.

He felt the load build up before he released everything deep inside her with a low grunt. His cock spasmed a few times, shooting every last bit of his semen inside her womb.

Then, he fell backward, his back hit the soft mattress of the bed and clarity returned back to his eyes.

He froze.

His eyes widened before he looked her Gwen.

She was lying face first on the bed, her face on the pillow, and her red butt with his handprints in a position he'd forced her into to fuck her more easily. His cum, mixed with her virgin blood, trickled out of her vagina.

She seemed to have passed out. Peter looked up at her face. It was a mess of tears. She'd cried, hadn't she? Fuck. Why did he do this?

Peter sighed as he massaged his temples.

"How the fuck did this happen?"

His mind wandered to the happenings of an hour ago—or that's what he believed.

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Pain shot from his head down to his whole body. His brain churned with immense heat. He tried to hold it in, but a scream of pain shot out of his widening mouth as he clutched his head.

"Argh!" He bit his lips tightly until they bled.

Memories flashed in his head. He'd gotten off the bus, walked towards somewhere, and then… and then… what had happened after? He couldn't recall, his memory was hazy. He remembered his name though.

Edward.

That's his name.

But… what was his last name?

But then, just as he thought that the memories were done playing, a headache massive than before split his head apart and he fell down, hitting the cold surface of the bathroom, froth coming out of his mouth.

There were memories upon memories inside his head. He could recall so many events that weren't part of his life, and he couldn't remember a lot of events that were part of his life. Names, people, and mathematical formulas so advanced that he shouldn't even be able to think about them. He was not only able to think about them, but he could also see through them akin to normal addition and subtraction.

A school. A kid who was bullied. A house with no one but his aunt, who took care of him with nothing but love. A genius kid without an equal who grew up to shun his own genius in fear of being unaccepted.

Peter Parker.

That name slammed against his mental defenses accompanied by the sound of a 'chime' as he gasped and woke up.

Edward… no, Peter jumped up in shock and found himself near the ceiling of the bathroom. Shit. he'd used too much force. His body seemed to act on instinct as he slammed his hands and feet into the ceiling. He didn't fall, but instead, got stuck on the ceiling.

Damn. This was weird. Fucking disorienting.

Peter was panting hard. This situation was too unreal. He couldn't believe for a second that he'd just awoken in Peter 'fucking' Parker's body.

As his hands and arms slowly relaxed, he thought of going down. He didn't know how to go down without destroying the ceiling with his superhuman strength. Just as he thought that, his hands and feet were released, and he began falling down.

Peter's body moved instinctually as he maneuvered in the air and landed on the ground safely. And as he got up, his gaze fell on the mirror above the sink. Sure enough, a teenage boy with brown hair and pale skin looked back at him.

"Damn," He murmured. "I'm Spider-Man?"

The realization was too shocking and his mind couldn't even process whatever the shit was happening.

He was the fucking Spider-Man.

He processed this information for half an hour before he was brought out of his mind because of a knock on the bathroom door.

-Knock! -Knock!

"Peter! Are you alright?" A voice resounded from the other side.

Peter sighed, calming down his nerves.

Then, he quickly walked up to the door and twisted the doorknob carefully. He remembered that Peter Parker had continuously broken the knob when he opened it.

Through his full focus, Peter was able to twist the door knob without breaking it.

As the door opened, a beautiful woman appeared in his vision.

She was… hot.

Just as the thought hit him, a repulsion from deep beneath made him scrunch his nose.

She was his aunt, dammit! He shouldn't think stuff like that!

"Y-yes, Aunt May. I'm totally fine, nothing wrong!"

"Okay…" May seemed suspicious, but shook her head and moved away.

"Gwen's upstairs. She came asking for some notes, I don't know, you should go ask her. I'm going out to buy some groceries." She said and went away, leaving Peter to look around the house for a while.

Everything was so strange for him. He couldn't believe what was happening.

He wandered around for only God knew how long.

He was Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man now.

Shaking his head, Peter decided to go upstairs. Gwen was waiting.

Wait… was Gwen the Ghost-Spider? Or was she not as of now? now that he thought about it, Gwen wasn't in the MCU at all.

Given that Aunt May was similar to Aunt May from [Spider-Man: Homecoming] and that he was quite similar to Tom Holland (looks vise), he'd deduced that he was inside the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But that's the thing, Gwen wasn't there in the MCU.

And from his newly found memories, Peter knew there was an OsCorp tower and Baxter's building as well. And he remembered seeing Harry Osborn and the two MJs. Marry Jane Watson and Michele Jones. Why was this so fucked up?

Oh, apparently, it was still 2007, or so his memories told him.

In the MCU, Peter Parker was born in 2001, so he should've been around six years old in 2007. But Peter, he was seventeen. He wasn't born in 2001, as far as his memories told him. Damn. This timeline was so fucked up.

Tony wasn't kidnapped yet, he would be in 2008, as far as he remembered. Anyway, Peter shouldn't wander around anymore, Gwen was waiting.

Peter quickly ascended the stair and knocked on his room's door before entering. And there she was, sitting on his bed as she read one of his notebooks. Her blonde hair was set loose and rested on her shoulders. She wore casual clothes, but they accentuated her curves nicely.

Peter stood there in a daze.

Gwen looked up and smiled. "Oh, hey Pete! Come here, I need you to…"

As he was admiring her beauty a chime similar to the one he'd heard before resounded again. That's when he noticed that weird icon in the corner of his vision.

It was a small simplistic logo of a beast-like Spider. Peter focused on it and a translucent window popped in front of him. If he was surprised, he managed to hide it well as Gwen continued talking on about something.

…What the fuck is this?

Peter was surprised shitless, but before he could get a read on what was on the screen, it disappeared, and another red screen blared in front of him.

[Warning! Master didn't complete the condition in time! Initiating Beast Mode to perform certain actions in order to preserve the master's life!]

[Beast Mode: Initiating…]

What the fuck!?

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Peter was startled out of his wits.

"…and then, that ugly- uh, Peter?" Gwen asked, seemingly noticing that Peter wasn't listening to her and was frozen on his spot.

"Peter? Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.

Meanwhile, Peter was focused on something else.

As the [Beast Mode] was initiating, he quickly clicked on the "✉" icon. A string of notifications popped up, he quickly scrolled to the top with his mind and read through them.

They were from more than an hour ago.

[Fusion is in progress…]

[The Beast System installed.]

[Synchronize in 3… 2… 1...]

[Welcome to the Beast System!]

[Due to ##*#%* Master is to relieve himself in an hour! If he does not some unforeseen circumstances await! and Master will die!]

[00:59:59]

[00:59:58]

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[00:31:25]

…

[00:13:59]

…

[00:05:58]

[00:05:57]

[00:05:56]

And the countdown continued.

Shit. what the fuck was this? Peter was having a panic attack.

Relieve himself? As in ejaculate?

What the fuck even is this!?

'I mean, I know this is a system.'

He knew about systems; he'd read plenty of novels in his past life (is that what he should be calling it given he couldn't remember most of it?).

But… God did he hate those.

He hated systems!

So why was this happening to him?

Those were the last thoughts he had before he was forced away.

[Beast Mode: Activated!]

Peter's whole demeanor needed to change as he moved toward Gwen.

His heart started pounding really hard, his breathing got rough and his eyes grew hazy.

Something started to awaken inside him. He had an intense urge. An intense urge for the woman in front of him. An intense urge to rip her clothes apart. To defile her. To dominate her. To fuck her. To ravage her.

As those feelings clouded his judgment, Peter took a step, groaning.

Then, Peter jumped at her.

Gwen's eyes widened as Peter slammed into her. They rolled on the bed before coming to a stop with Gwen pinned on the bed and Peter above her.

"Wh- Peter! What are doing!?" Gwen hissed, a bit startled.

Peter didn't say a word, and with his face expressionless, he slammed his lips onto hers. Gwen's eyes widened as Peter's lips roughly smacked onto hers, the soft sensation she felt was amazing. But she couldn't focus on that. No. but before she could even process what was happening, she felt his tongue invade her mouth, and his fingers caressing her cunt from above her clothes, aggressively.

Wh-what?

Peter…? no, this wasn't Peter, this couldn't be Peter!

She let out a moan amidst the kiss—which had been stolen from her. Even though Gwen liked Peter, this… this wasn't what she wanted at all.

Gwen's eyes watered as Peter tore her clothes away. She wanted to scream and call for help, but when she tried, he turned her upside down and shoved her face into the pillow.

She let out a muffled scream.

Peter tore her panties away and inserted a finger inside. She squirmed and cried. She was feeling good, but this wasn't what she wanted at all! Why!? Why was Peter doing this!?

She felt herself grow damper at his touch. His rough behavior. And that way he fondled her breasts. She liked this. But she didn't want this.

As tears glistened from her eyes, she felt something hard touch her pussy.

N-no!

Her eyes widened in horror.

P-Peter… he would never do such a thing.

She struggled, trying to get away. But Peter didn't let her. He was too strong.

She felt him rub his cock on her pussy in circles. He was using her juices as a lubricant. Gwen was getting tired of struggling. Her eyes hurt because of crying. She wanted to beat Peter, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run away.

She didn't think Peter was like this… how could she misunderstand a person this much? A person she'd considered her best friend, was going to rápe her.

She felt his tip enter her; she gasped.

It moved in slowly, gradually, and she squirmed. This was going to hurt, wasn't-

She couldn't finish her thought as Peter slammed against her, his cock tearing away her virgin defense until half his thing was in her.

Gwen cried in pain, but her cry was muffled because of the pillow.

She felt him pull back before slamming forward, her walls widened to let him inside. She cried in pleasure and pain, her eyes spinning.

She couldn't believe this.

Peter kept pummeling her from behind, his hands smacking her butt from time to time.

It wasn't long before Gwen's cries turned into moans of pleasure. But the hurt in her eyes and the tears never stopped flowing. She was ráped by her best friend. What will she do now?

Peter increased his pace, slamming into her with ferocity. It hurt. It hurt like hell, but Gwen couldn't focus anymore. She could only moan, her until-recently virgin body unable to keep up with him as he fucked her deep and nice. Her cunt spasmed, again and again, she squirted again and again as her face morphed into pleasure.

This felt awesome.

Super pleasurable but super painful as well.

This was her first time.

Her mind was numbing down due to the sheer force he was using on her, whenever his cock reached her depths, whenever he slammed into her, she released a pleasurable moan. She couldn't take it anymore when he erupted deep inside her. Her vision darkened, and she fell unconscious.

Her recently ravished body rested beside her assailant.

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