"Hey, Kitty. How are you?" I said over the phone.
"Kevin, this time I will not listen to any of your excuses. I have checked that there is no exam for first-years tomorrow. You can't use studying for midterms as an excuse," Black Cat said.
"You're right there, Kitty," I agreed without hesitation.
"By the way, how do you know that?" I asked with a smirk. "Are you stalking me?"
"Who is stalking you?" Black Cat replied with a slightly irritated voice. Then she stuttered, "I have some connections from whom I found out."
"Connections? Interesting," I laughed. "Oh well, forget about it. But even if I don't have an exam tomorrow, I do have one the day after tomorrow."
She paused for a few moments because, of course, she knew that was the truth and couldn't argue against it.
"You can study for it tomorrow. We can go for a heist today," Black Cat reasoned.
"Should I?" I asked, sounding conflicted. "If I agree, I will have less time to study; I don't want to compromise with my grades."
"No, you won't lose much time. We can just do a small job," Black Cat offered. A hint of desperation was already appearing in her voice after being denied for two days straight. She didn't want the same for the third time.
I fell silent to make her think I was considering her offer.
"A small job doesn't sound bad. It can be considered a break from the monotonous studying," I voiced my thoughts aloud.
"Exactly, you can come back and study with a fresh mind. It will be perfect for you," Black Cat agreed immediately.
"Are you sure we will just do a small job?" I asked skeptically. "The last time you fooled me about the scope of the job."
"No, no, no. I promise. This time, we will just do a small job together, then you can immediately get back to your studying," Black Cat said, trying hard to hide the desperation in her voice.
"Hmm," I paused, then said, "Fine, it's already been more than a month since we last went on a heist together. Let's do it."
"Yes," Black Cat squealed in delight and immediately quieted down. "I mean, exactly as you said. It's been a while."
"So, which poor bastard are we targeting this time?" I asked out of curiosity.
"We are—" Black Cat started, then cut herself off. There was an uncomfortably long pause.
"Kitty, don't tell me you didn't even decide on a target?" I asked with a hint of accusation.
"I, what, uh, I, no," Black Cat suddenly couldn't form a coherent sentence.
"I thought you would refuse again," Black Cat finally said in a low voice.
I sighed loudly.
"Do you still want to do a heist?" I asked.
"Of course!" she blurted, almost screaming. "I will immediately look for our target. Just give me a few minutes."
"Forget it," I said.
"Wait! No, don't cancel. I'll find something, I swear." Black Cat hurriedly said, with a hint of pleading.
"Relax, Kitty. We're still hitting something," I reassured her calmly. "I meant you don't need to look for a target."
Black Cat calmed down, then asked in a confused voice, "What do you mean?"
"Actually, a few days ago I got a job, but you know how busy I was, so I had put it off till now. But since we're going on a heist, we might as well do this job," I explained.
"What's the job?" Black Cat asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing much. We need to liberate some tech parts from a small Oscorp warehouse," I introduced the job with a smirk.
"Oscorp?" Black Cat screamed in excitement. "Really?"
"Calm down, girl. Yes, it's Oscorp. But it's only a small warehouse with barely a few guards. It doesn't have any of their cutting-edge stuff," I laughed.
"But it's Oscorp," she countered, breathless with excitement.
I understood her excitement. Even if the loot were ordinary and not much challenging to get, the idea of stealing from a big name like Oscorp itself gave her a considerable dose of dopamine.
"Yeah, yeah, it's Oscorp. Be ready, I'm coming to your haunted-house hideout," I said and hung up.
I looked at the phone and smirked.
The job was obviously from Fix. And no, it was not from a few days ago. But Black Cat didn't need to know that. He called me this morning about the job. I thought this job could be a good way to move towards the next stage of taming the cat.
Like Reina's jobs, I received a corresponding mission from the system. The reward it showed was what Fix had promised me for completing the job.
I could have done it alone, given the job's simplicity, but I lacked many of the core skills required in this profession. Most of my mission count came from stealing microwaves and toasters out of people's kitchens. Hardly pro-level.
Anyways.
I needed someone with Black Cat's skills for the job. This time, we were targeting a corporate warehouse, and not gang property. We couldn't just kill our way out if we were discovered, as we did in the previous job. The death of even one of those guards would paint a bigger target on my back than those burglaries, with the news making headlines on the front page, especially with Oscorp involved.
Norman might not even find out about the theft at a small warehouse belonging to his company; hell, he might not even be aware of such a small warehouse. Theft at that place might not even reach his ears, but death at the said warehouse was a much bigger issue.
Norman doesn't care about missing spare parts, but he will care about blood spilled in his building because it exposes Oscorp to lawsuits, investigations, and bad publicity.
The plan was to do it with Black Cat from the start, but I couldn't just ask her; that would undo the progress I'd made to make her chase me. So I played my little game on the phone until she begged me to agree.
Fix had already sent me the blueprint of the place, marking the areas where we needed to shut down the power to stop any surveillance.
I left the house and went to Black Cat's safe house in my taxi.
I arrived there, and Black Cat was already waiting for me, sitting in the passenger seat of a black sedan.
The place still looked like where Jigsaw "enlightened" people about appreciating life.
I parked my taxi in the garage and hopped into the sedan.
This sedan was not the same as the one we used last; it had a different model.
Of course, the car was different. We torched the last car after the job. And yes, that car was stolen, obviously.
This one? Also stolen. No doubt.
"Hey, Kitty. Did you miss me?" I asked as I started the car.
"Why would I miss you?" Black Cat shot back, her chin high. It looked like she was trying to gain back some of her lost self-esteem.
But despite what she said, I saw her sneakily stealing glances at my face from the rearview mirror.
"Don't you know, Kitty? Naughty liars get punished," I smirked.
"I didn't lie," she huffed.
I laughed and continued driving towards our destination.
After arriving, I parked a block away from the location. I showed Black Cat the building's blueprint and the map of the surrounding area on my phone and explained the first part of the job.
"There are two electrical panels."
"This one controls the main power of the warehouse, including the cameras and motion sensors." I pointed to one on the warehouse's outer wall on the second floor.
I needed her expertise in parkour to climb the building beside the warehouse and reach the electrical panel to shut it down.
"This is the other one. It separately only controls the alarm system." I pointed to the electrical panel at the back of the adjoining building to the left of the warehouse.
"Sneaky," Black Cat commented with a smile. I only smirked in response.
"You take the top one and see if you can find a way inside from there. I will take the bottom one," I instructed. She nodded, looking eager.
We made our way towards the warehouse. From the outside, there were only two security guards. One was patrolling a small area in front of the building, back and forth. He had a gun on his waist, together with a bunch of keys. The other was actually sleeping in a small guard room, his mouth wide open.
We nodded to each other and made way to our respective locations.
Black Cat nimbly climbed a nearby building by the drainage pipe and then started scaling towards the warehouse. I looked at her enviously as she climbed the wall effortlessly, but I shook my head and left the area. I was already overloaded; I had no time to add another skill training to my schedule.
I went around the building and came behind them. From there, I found the building adjacent to the warehouse. I pried open the panel and shut down the power.
I came back to the front of the warehouse, and the guard was still patrolling in front of it. After confirming the second guard was still sleeping, I tiptoed behind the patrolling guard and attacked the side of his neck with a palm knife, and he lost consciousness. I caught him before he hit the ground and eased him down.
Then I made my way to the sleeping guard in the guard room. The door was ajar. No cliche squeaky sound was produced when opening the door, and it opened smoothly. Another knife chop to the other guard, and now he wouldn't wake up even if we made some noises.
I came out and then dragged the fallen guard towards an empty chair nearby, which I assumed the guard had kept to sit when tired. I sat him in the chair in a natural pose, making it look like he had just dozed off on shift.
I took the keys, opened the door, and entered the warehouse.
The warehouse wasn't huge. There were several boxes of varying dimensions, with two forklifts parked inside. There was a table standing against a wall with some files on it.
With the torchlight, I looked for what I wanted: boxes of new prototype energy cells. Black Cat was already inside on the upper floors looking for them. I had earlier sent her the photo of the box to look for.
I didn't find anything, so I made my way to the first floor. Black Cat had also come down to the first floor, likely not finding the target on the second.
We looked for it separately on the floor, and finally, I found the target.
"Got 'em," I told her in a low voice, but in the silence of the warehouse, it was enough to reach her ears.
There were two boxes of those energy cells. Each had ten of them. I picked up one. Roughly 15-20 kg, heavy, but not unmanageable.
Black Cat showed the way with the torch as I made my way down, then to our ride, and put it inside the trunk. We went back and brought out the second one, too.
After securing both boxes, I locked the warehouse door and put the keys back where I had taken them from.
Last, we went back to the electrical panels. I turned on the alarm panel, and Balck Cat did the same for the main one. We met back at the car and left the area.
"So, how much for these boxes?" Black Cat asked.
"10 grands," I smirked.
"Not bad. Even if there wasn't much action, the reward is at least enough to cover the difference barely," Black Cat grinned.
I glanced at her. She looked almost giddy. Was it the payout? The thrill of robbing Oscorp? Or just finally getting me back on a heist after all my refusals?
Didn't matter. Excited was excited. And it was because of me.
Finally, we returned to Jigsaw's secret vacation home.
I transferred the boxes from the car to my taxi and then went inside the house.
[R-18 Start]
As I sat on the couch and stretched my limbs, I saw Black Cat enter the room. She had a seductive expression. The zipper of her suit was down to below her navel this time. Her breasts were already free of the constraints of her tight suit.
But she didn't walk towards me; instead, she leaned against the wall and stood in a way to emphasize her sizable breasts, like she was posing for a magazine cover, and looked at me with a mixture of teasing and seduction.
So that's her move. Trying to claw back control? Cute.
I smirked, pushed off the couch, and strolled over, slow on purpose. Her eyes tracked me like a cat pretending not to care.
As I reached her, I placed one hand on the wall behind her, and with the other, I held her chin and turned her head to make her look directly into my eyes.
"Trying to seduce me, Kitty?" I asked in a husky voice as I placed my other hand on the wall behind her, too. Our lips were dangerously close, but still not touching.
"I don't know what you mean," she purred, playing innocent. "I'm only standing in my own house."
"Really?" I brushed my lips across hers, just a ghost of contact, then pulled back.
Her eyes lit with hunger at the touch, then narrowed with resentment when I denied her more.
"Want me to kiss you, Kitty?" I asked. I pressed my body tightly against hers, and her body was sandwiched between the wall and me, with no way out. Her erect nipples were stabbing my chest. But our lips still stayed separate with less than one centimeter distance between them.
"No," she whispered. Her voice said no. Her body said otherwise as she started rubbing her body against mine. Her face became rosy and her breath quickened.
I didn't say anything and just maintained the smirk. The more time passed, the more she looked desperate to touch my lips. But it might be her pride or her wanting to assert her control, she still stubbornly didn't move her head.
I was impressed by her willpower, so I increased the difficulty as a reward.
I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her easily. Her legs wrapped around me, her core pressing against my cock through our clothes. She bit her lip, grinding instinctively, face flushed scarlet.
Her face looked even redder. I began to move my lips towards hers at a very slow speed. Her eyes lit up in anticipation and arousal.
But just as they were about to touch, I went to the side and placed my lips close to her ear.
"Want me to kiss you, Kitty?" I asked again in a husky voice. As the warm breath hit her ear, it sent a shiver down her spine. Her body trembled slightly; she just had a mini-orgasm.
I pulled back my face and placed my lips back at the same distance they were before in front of hers. Her expression was a cocktail of arousal, frustration, and imploring.
She said something so low that even when so close, I didn't hear anything. The only reason I could tell she said something was the subtle movement of her lips.
"I didn't hear it. Say louder, Kitty," I smirked.
"... me," she said with a needy look. But only a part was audible; the rest was still inaudible.
"Louder, Kitty. Can't hear you."
"K… m."
"Louder."
"K...s me."
"Louder, Kitty. I can't hear you."
Was I having fun? Hell yeah.
Black Cat's expression was filled with resentment. But it was drowned in lust and arousal. Finally, her pride snapped.
"I need you to kiss me, you asshole!" she screamed.
That was it.
The sweet, sweet breaking point.
But it wasn't enough.
I smirked in satisfaction. I no longer made her wait and kissed her lips. She moaned heavily while kissing. Her hands went behind my head, wrapping around it. We kissed each other, devouring each other ravenously.
The grinding didn't stop, even as our lips locked. Time blurred — seconds stretched, minutes dissolved — until finally her whole body shuddered, a raw orgasm tearing through her.
She broke the kiss, panting hard, eyes rolling back before she slumped against my shoulder. I let her rest there, trembling, until her breathing evened out.
She pulled her head back and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were still clouded by arousal, but resentment was no longer present there. Instead, a softness was present in that gaze as she looked at me.
I smirked as I felt the tenderness in that gaze.
I pulled back and let her stand on her own feet. She maintained our eye contact, her gaze filled with the same emotions as she went down to her knees on her own.
Her hand gently caressed my bulge for a few moments and then went to the belt on my pants.
[R-18 End]
But before she could unbuckle it, I caught her wrists.
She looked confused and hurt.
"Not tonight, Kitty," I said with a smirk. "Midterms don't study themselves."
It took all my willpower to stop her and say those words. It was no easy feat for a man to refuse a willing woman on her knees, ready to serve all his needs.
My words only increased the hurt expression on her face. She looked like she would cry at any moment. I pretended to ignore her expression and backed off. She was still on her knees, looking at me with a hurtful gaze.
"It was nice meeting you, Kitty. Let's continue this next time," I said with a smile and turned around to leave.
After I took a few steps, I heard her voice.
"Is it because there's another girl?" Black Cat's voice, devoid of any emotion, came from behind. Her gaze looked vacant.
I turned around, maintaining a smile, and asked, "What other girl?"
"You're ignoring me because of someone else," she said. No emotion on the outside — but her eyes were fractured glass.
"What are you saying, Kitty?" I shrugged. "Even if there's another girl, why would I ignore you?"
I turned around again and left. "Later, Kitty."
Empire State University:
"It's all because of you, you bitch!"
All the students stopped whatever they were doing as they looked at the source of the voice.
It was Felicia who looked like a possessed woman, looking at Gwen like she would tear her apart alive.
On one side, the students looked excited at the commotion; on the other side, Gwen looked totally confused by what was happening in front of her.
"Is there a misunderstanding, Felicia?" Gwen asked, confused, maintaining a polite smile.
"Shut up, you bitch. It is because of you that he is ignoring me. He should be with me, not some boring nerd," Felicia screamed and slapped her.
But with Gwen's spider sense, there was no way she could be caught off guard with a sudden slap, and she easily stopped Felicia's hand mid-way.
And that was all it took for the students to start screaming madly.
"Catfight! Catfight! Catfight!" Some random student.
"Felicia, show that nerd bitch, who is the boss." That was one of the girls who was jealous of Gwen's beauty and intellect.
"Go, Gwen. Beat up that trashy whore." That was the boyfriend that Felicia dumped before Flash; like the other three, he was also dumped in a week.
I looked at the guy and smiled. He would not be able to leave the bed for the next six months.
The guy shivered suddenly as he looked around in confusion. I had already turned back to enjoy the catfight.
This morning, when I reached college, Felicia looked at me expectantly. But once again, I ignored her existence. She even tried speaking to me, but I didn't bother responding to her.
Felicia looked even more hurt than before. After all, it was an imbalance for her. Yesterday, no matter what happened later, we talked, laughed, went on a heist together, and even had an intimate moment. But today, she was ignored once again by the same person.
Since she couldn't let out her frustration and resentment on me because I refused even to acknowledge her existence, she found the next best target, Gwen.
"Kevin, here," Marko said, coming to me and passing me a small popcorn box. There was one in his hand, too.
When I saw the look Felicia was giving to Gwen, I knew something was going to happen. So, I immediately asked Marko to grab snacks for the show.
As we ate popcorn together, Felicia pulled her hand back and punched Gwen in the stomach, but Gwen easily slapped Felicia's hand away.
I grinned, tossing another popcorn into my mouth.
Better than TV.
"Gwen, is there a problem?" A concerned voice came from my left. I saw Peter coming with MJ and Liz in tow and then passed by me.
"Nothing, Peter," Gwen replied with a smile. "I think Felicia here has some misunderstanding."
When Felicia looked at Peter, she thought of something and gave Gwen a nasty look. Gwen looked uncomfortable with that look.
Felicia immediately showed a seductive expression and came to Peter, linking her hands with his.
"From today onwards, Peter, you are my boyfriend," Felicia purred. But she didn't say this while looking at him; instead, her gaze was maintained on Gwen from start to finish as Felicia gave her a mocking laugh.
The drama thickened, and our popcorn-eating speed increased. The students near us gave us strange looks, but who cared? This was premium entertainment.
Immediately, as Felicia said that, three people took offence.
"How dare you say that, you bitch?" Liz snapped.
"Who do you think you are, barging in like that?" MJ looked livid.
"You broke up with me to hook up with that loser?" Flash roared.
MJ and Liz immediately pulled Felicia away from Peter. Flash came towards Peter, ready to beat him. But Peter merely looked at him, and he stopped midstep, hesitation painting his skin.
"Let go of me, you floosy bitches," Felicia tried to pull her arms, but they were each held by MJ and Liz, who dragged her towards Gwen, away from Peter.
Flash changed his target and walked towards Felicia. He was convinced that Felicia had defeated him by fluke last time.
"Don't ignore me! Answer me, Felicia!" Flash shouted towards her.
"Shut up." x4
Gwen, MJ, Liz, and Felicia shouted at Flash at the same time. Flash shivered under their combined gazes and backed off immediately.
With the nuisance out of the way, Felicia once again pulled back her arms, with more force this time. This time, she succeeded because she yanked harder, and her captors' grip was weakened slightly due to Flash's interference.
Then, Felicia directly took a fistful of MJ's hair, who was closer to her, and pulled it hard.
"Aaah."
Peter looked concerned and immediately wanted to go to them to try to stop their fight.
I took a step and put a hand on Peter's shoulder. He looked back with a questioning gaze.
I pointed towards the fight and asked, "Do you really think you can stop that?"
Peter looked in front.
MJ directly slapped Felicia, and a red slap mark appeared on her face. Felicia, livid with anger, slapped her, but MJ backed off in time; the slap struck Liz instead.
And just like that, a two-on-one brawl erupted amidst the students' hooting.
Seeing that, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man lost his courage and backed off with his tail between his legs.
I offered him popcorn. He hesitantly took a few popcorns and started watching the fight with us, with mixed feelings.