Chapter 17: Beautiful Legs in Black Stockings! Flirting with a Good Sister!
Jessica covered her backside and scurried off to cook dinner.
Meanwhile, Ethan Lee received a call from Peter.
Peter: "Ethan, something big happened! Have you seen the news? Harry—"
Ethan: "Peter, slow down. Take a deep breath and explain."
Peter: "It's… It's about Harry. His dad—"
Flashback – Ghost Spider Fan Club
"What's up, Ned? I've got things to do. I'm leaving as soon as I finish organizing this."
Harry Osborn moved closer, holding a flyer for the club.
Ned hesitated. "Uh… Harry, I don't know how to say this. Just look for yourself."
He handed over his phone cautiously.
Harry glanced at the screen—and his pupils shrank in shock!
Wait… My billionaire dad is a terrorist?!
And he was defeated by Ghost Spider… and then killed by Black Spider?!
"No! No way! I don't believe it! This isn't true—!!"
Harry screamed hysterically and flung the flyer from his hands. Papers scattered like snowflakes.
At that moment, a background melody played:
[Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling, and the world is vast…]
[A plum blossom, isolated in the snow…]
Harry froze.
Why did it feel like this song was mocking him?
"Who the hell is playing a Chinese song?!"
"Ah! Sorry," Mary Jane apologized. "Gwen's been into Chinese music lately and recommended a few songs to me." She lowered her head, scribbling a slogan, then looked up. "If you don't like it… huh? Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry didn't answer. Instead, he bolted out the door.
"Harry! Where are you going?"
Peter chased after him, but all he saw was Harry jumping into his Rolls-Royce Phantom 88 and speeding off.
"Black Spider! Ghost Spider! I won't let you get away with this!"
As Harry sped down the street, his emotions ran wild.
To him, Black Spider—the one who killed his father—was the murderer. And Ghost Spider? An accomplice!
Did Norman Osborn attack Ghost Spider first?
So what? That was his father! He couldn't face that reality!
His driver and confidant tried to reason with him. "Sir, the details aren't clear yet. Let's get to the scene first."
Harry exhaled sharply, forcing himself to think.
"…Jessica was there too. I didn't expect her to be involved."
"She was taken away by Ghost Spider. Maybe she knows something."
Back at the Club
Ned knelt on the floor, reaching for his damaged phone with trembling hands.
"Oh no! My love… my pocket money…"
[Snowflakes are falling…]
"Mary Jane! Turn off your damn music!"
Peter sighed. "Hey, Ned, be gentle with the girls."
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Back at Ethan's Place
After hanging up the phone, Ethan—the very reason for all this chaos—had an odd expression.
Why does everything sound so dramatic, yet strangely hilarious?
Just then, Jessica stormed out of the kitchen, barefoot and flustered.
"Ethan, that weird thing you were cooking is making noise! I poked at it for a while but couldn't figure it out."
"Jessica, that's called medicinal food. Let me handle it."
Ethan put down his phone, went to the kitchen, and adjusted a few things. Moments later, he walked out, carrying a steaming pot of herbal soup. In his other hand, he held a bowl.
"Here, this one's for you. I'll take the rest to Gwen."
He placed the bowl on the table and gestured for Jessica to come drink.
Jessica leaned in and sniffed, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh, it smells weird! I don't want it. Just give all of it to Gwen."
Ethan sighed and poured her portion into the thermos as well.
Jessica narrowed her eyes, suspicious of his expression.
"…Cooking some mysterious soup for two girls to drink? Ethan! You're not up to something shady, are you?"
She leaned in, whispering dramatically, "I heard there are strange herbs from the East that can make women lose control…"
Ethan raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Jessica looked up just in time to catch his amused expression.
In her black mini skirt and the kitchen apron tied around her waist, she had an unexpectedly domestic charm.
Especially those long, slender legs wrapped in sheer stockings—
Damn.
Feeling mischievous, Ethan leaned in, lightly stroking the silky material covering her thighs. His voice dropped into a playful whisper.
"Jessica… how about sleeping in my room tonight?"
"W-What!?" Jessica's face instantly turned red. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing them against each other in embarrassment. Clutching the hem of her skirt, she stammered, "T-That's not a good idea… Gwen would be mad…"
Ethan chuckled, pinching the soft flesh of her thigh. "It's fine. I just want to play with your legs."
"…My legs?"
Jessica instantly realized she was being teased.
Her embarrassment turned into frustration.
She slapped Ethan's hand away and kicked at him in mock anger.
"Get lost! And go deliver that soup already!"