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Hearing him beg for his life, Rias stared at him with an icy, emotionless gaze, "Tell Bilnard to give up on me. I have no interest in him." She said, her voice sharp and cutting, like a blade slicing through the tension in the air.
"Y-Yes! I'll deliver your message to my master!" The man stammered, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His trembling hands clutched at the ground as he tried to steady himself.
"Now go, before I change my mind and decide to end you." Rias said, her voice low and dangerous. She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm as she fought to keep her anger in check. The man didn't need to be told twice. In an instant, he transformed into a bat and took to the sky, fleeing as fast as his wings could carry him.
Rias watched him disappear into the horizon, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing slightly. She turned and made her way back to the school, slipping into her role as a student. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, the classes proceeding as usual.
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Inside the teacher's office, Natasha was sitting on her seat, a file open in her hands. To anyone glancing her way, she appeared deeply engrossed in the documents before her. In reality, her mind was elsewhere, piecing together the puzzle she had been working.
She had discovered that Gwen was one of the individuals who occasionally appeared in the spider suits. From her intelligence, there were three others: two females and one male. Natasha had already met the male personally, though she hadn't confirmed his identity until now.
Today's observations had solidified her suspicions. Gwen had three close friends—two females and one male. The pieces fit together perfectly.
'So, does this mean Peter, Mary, and Liz are the other three?' Natasha thought, her mind racing. An image of Spider-Man flashed in her mind, and she smirked, 'So, Peter is Spider-Man.'
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In a lavish mansion in New York, a man knelt on the floor, his head bowed low. His butler's uniform was immaculate, but his trembling hands betrayed his fear. Before him sat a figure of imposing elegance. His light golden hair framed a strikingly handsome face, his blood-red eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity, he was none other than Blinard. A beautiful woman sat in his lap, her head tilted back as Bilnard drank from her neck, his fangs buried in her pale skin. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her own fangs exposed as she clung to him.
"So, you're telling me that Rias Grimore enrolled in that school because of a human man?" Bilnard's voice was calm, but the undercurrent of anger was unmistakable. He pulled away from the woman's neck, blood dripping from his fangs and staining his lips. His piercing gaze locked onto the butler, who flinched under the weight of it.
"Y-Yes, master." The butler stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bilnard's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. As the son of one of the five vampire counts, he had always believed that he and Rias were destined to be together. Their strength, their lineage, their power—it all made them the perfect match. The thought of her being interested in a mere human was an insult he couldn't bear.
"You said they're meeting tonight. Do you know where?" Bilnard asked, his voice cold and calculating. He ran a finger along the cheek of the woman in his lap, his touch both tender and possessive.
"Y-Yes, master. Lady Rias gave him the address to her home." The butler replied, his voice shaking.
"She invited him to her home?" Bilnard's eyes narrowed, his anger flaring. He shoved the woman off his lap and stood, his movements sharp and deliberate, "Take off your clothes." He ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
The woman obeyed without hesitation, her movements graceful as she began to undress. The butler, sensing his dismissal, bowed his head and quickly exited the room, leaving Bilnard to his dark thoughts.
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As the school day drew to a close, Natasha sat in her office, flipping through a file with feigned interest. Across from her, Peter sat casually, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew why he was here, and he wasn't the least bit concerned.
"Peter, I've been reviewing your attendance records." Natasha began, her tone professional but with a hint of curiosity, "You've taken quite a few leaves, and you've left school early on multiple occasions. Care to explain why?"
Peter leaned back in his chair, his smile widening, "Ms. Natasha, why don't you just ask what you really want to ask?" He said, his tone light but knowing.
Natasha raised an eyebrow, maintaining her composed demeanor, "I'm not sure what you mean." She replied, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips.
Peter chuckled softly, "You're not as subtle as you think. I know you've figured it out."
Natasha sighed, setting the file down on her desk, "You're right. I can't keep pretending. How did you know I was onto you?"
Peter shrugged, "Call it a hunch. But more importantly, how did *you* figure it out? I've been careful." It can't be a coincidence that on her first day she called him just for reviewing his attendance.
Natasha leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk, "I found an image of Gwen through a security camera in Hell's Kitchen. It wasn't hard to connect the dots from there."
Peter nodded, impressed, "Fair enough. You're good."
Natasha smirked, "I've had practice. So, now that I know, what are you going to do about it?"
Peter stood and walked around the desk, leaning against it in front of her, "That depends." He said, his voice dropping slightly, "What are you going to do with this information?"
Natasha looked up at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, she smiled, "Relax, Peter. Your secret's safe with me. For now."
Peter grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Good to know. But just so we're clear—" He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch light but deliberate. "—I'm not the only one with secrets." As he said this he touched her cheek and activated his seductive touch.
Natasha's breath hitched for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, "Touché." She said, her voice steady, "B-But don't push your luck, Spider-Man." As she said this her body trembled a little as her face flushed red.
Peter laughed, leaning more closer, "I will, because I can~"