Chapter 10: Gwen Acts Like a Spoiled Child! Jessica Gets Punished!
Ethan Lee held Gwen in one hand and gently pinched Jessica's nose with the other. "Don't pretend with me. I still haven't settled the score with you for playing on your phone in class."
"Oops, that was an accident! I got distracted and didn't notice the time," Jessica protested.
She glanced at Gwen, who clung to Ethan like a koala. "I'm not usually like this, am I? Gwen?"
"Hmm?" Gwen blinked innocently, saying nothing.
"Gwen, you're holding a grudge, aren't you?" Jessica huffed, realizing Gwen was getting back at her.
Ethan looked at Gwen, who was dressed in a tight uniform and teasingly nestled against him. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her snow-white neck.
"Hnn~" Gwen let out a soft sound and continued to act coy. "Jessica forced me to wear this outfit, Ethan. You have to teach her a lesson."
She turned to Jessica and smirked. "Punish her~!"
"Hey, you can't do this!" Jessica protested, knowing she had to act fast before she got ganged up on.
Thinking quickly, she zipped up the unfastened back of Gwen's outfit, revealing a complete Ghost-Spider costume—minus the mask.
"I have to admit, this cosplay is pretty accurate," Jessica mused, admiring her handiwork.
Then, with a mischievous smile, she posed beside Gwen and held up two fingers in a "V" sign. "Look, Ethan! Doesn't Gwen look just like Ghost-Spider? Your favorite. Double the happiness, right?"
"Jessica, what are you doing…?" Gwen's face turned red with embarrassment.
The situation was now… unusual.
Ethan sat on the edge of the bed with both girls in his arms—Gwen facing him, pressed against him by Jessica, who was behind her.
An interesting pose.
"Double the fun, huh, Jessica?" Ethan grinned wickedly and suddenly pulled Jessica into his embrace. "I think you should be part of the happiness, too."
His arm wrapped easily around both girls' slender waists.
"Ethan, you can't! I'm your—"
"Hmm? It's just a little lesson. Isn't it natural for me to teach you both a thing or two?"
"Ah?" Jessica froze. Wait… just a lesson?
No… wait! That means I'm the one getting punished!
Smack!
"Ah—!"
"Well done, Ethan~" Gwen clapped joyfully. Their so-called friendship crumbled in an instant.
Smack!
"Ahh—ow! Ethan, why did you hit me?!"
"Oops… Gwen, that was an accident."
A while later…
Jessica sat with her hands covering her sore backside, eyes filled with resentment. "Hmph!"
Still, her curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for the poster Ethan had left on the table.
"Let me see the real reason I got punished."
Unfolding the large poster, she had to stretch her arms to hold it up properly.
"Oh wow, this is really good. I guess my suffering was worth it."
The poster showcased a neon-lit New York skyline, with an agile silhouette swinging between towering buildings. Under Ethan's design, the black, white, and purple suit popped vividly, and the striking pose made it impossible to look away.
At the bottom, bold lettering spelled out: Ghost-Spider.
It wasn't just artistic—it was cool. Perfectly in tune with young people's tastes.
"A Ghost-Spider poster? What are you planning?" Gwen narrowed her eyes.
Jessica, still grinning, gave a thumbs-up. "Gwen, I'm starting a Ghost-Spider fan club! And I'm announcing it tonight!"
Gwen blinked. "Huh?"
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Downstairs, the Party Heats Up
The party had reached its peak.
At the far end of the room, someone had set up a temporary stage. One by one, socialites eager for attention took turns performing—dancing, rapping, beatboxing—anything to stand out.
The energy surged as someone even suggested a striptease.
Harry Osborn, however, shut that down immediately. "We're not of age for that," he declared.
The crowd groaned, especially the boys, who shot him looks of pure betrayal. So boring, Harry!
Harry, however, had other concerns. His eyes drifted to Peter Parker.
At the moment, Peter was casually chatting with Mary Jane Watson from Jessica's band. If things got too wild, he'd definitely feel awkward.
Just then, Mary Jane's phone buzzed. She read the message, then smiled at Peter as she stood up. "Peter, I have to go. See you later."
Peter watched her leave, reluctant. "MJ…"
A chubby boy plopped into Mary Jane's seat with a smirk. "Peter, looks like your game isn't as strong as you thought. But hey, on the bright side—at least Thompson got what was coming to him today."