I Stream DC on Marvel Chapter 8: The selfish desire to have a harem

*MJ's POV*

I don't know when it started, but one day, my father ca ho drunk. It's not that drinking is unusual because all adults do it. It's just that he didn't handle alcohol well. I don't even rember what I did to make him angry, but he ended up yelling at , and I rember crying all night because muy parents had ever raised their voice at before.

The next day, I saw him in the dining room, acting tired as if nothing had happened. I hoped he would apologize, but he didn't say anything. I looked at my mother, and she didn't ntion what had happened.

I felt strange... I felt like I didn't know my parents for the first ti.

A week later, it happened again. He arrived drunk, and I was scared, so I hid in my room.

My parents fought, and I just wanted it to stop. I turned up the music and spent the night crying.

The next day, they were calm, but neither of them greeted . I felt a void in my heart and ran out of the house.

I didn't return until late because I had a kind of panic. When I got ho, it was already dark, and my mother was there, looking at with cold eyes.

I felt awful and went to my room to cry.

Days and weeks passed, but it didn't get better. Every now and then, they would argue and shout, and one day I woke up early and saw my mother drinking vodka on the kitchen floor. I knew my family had fallen apart.

In the following months, I lost sothing essential, sothing called family. I was afraid of them, and I felt that they might hurt when they were drunk. So I started avoiding them.

Isn't it strange? Why do I have to avoid my parents? Why should I be afraid to be near them?

I began to lock myself in my room and only browse on social dia, venting hatred towards random posts for no reason.

At the sa ti, I saw the idiots at school who only wanted to have fun and forget everything. I won't lie; more than once, I felt an impulse to go with them and just drink until dawn. They invited several tis, but I knew it was just another way of escaping.

While my life was teetering on the edge of destruction or isolation, I stumbled upon a video clip shared on Facebook of a guy who was bragging about moving out on his own. At first, I felt a lot of envy, unpleasant jealousy, and a bit of irrational hatred. I went to his channel just to insult him, but I ended up watching a couple of his videos and realized that his content was what nerds and geeks used to love. None of it was for .

I mocked him in the comnts, but instead of getting angry, he simply replied to without anger. That annoyed , so I continued with sarcastic comnts on several of his videos. I didn't insult him because those comnts are automatically removed. Instead, I said things like "Second-generation problems" or "Your life may be hard, but you spend thousands of dollars on children's figures."

Allen just replied, agreeing with and laughing. At that mont, I felt like he despised , and I started looking at him with displeasure, but with ti, instead of hating him, I started to like hearing his voice.

I felt like I was a complete ss because of everything I said to him. He hadn't done anything to , and I simply unloaded my anger and frustrations on him. It wasn't fair; he didn't deserve it.

I decided to apologize and continued watching his videos for pleasure, even though his content didn't particularly interest . I enjoyed listening to him talk about various topics. Over ti, he even started answering questions and comnts in his videos.

I was afraid to ask with my main account, so I created another one to comnt on so of my problems. He listened attentively and comforted .

It didn't change anything in reality, but it gave comfort in my heart. It might sound silly to feel that way about soone I didn't know, but I didn't care. At least there was soone who was listening to , and that was enough to prevent from breaking apart.

Over the months, without realizing it, every ti I heard shouting in my house, I played one of his videos. His voice beca a shield against my problems. Before I knew it, I would smile every ti I heard him. He beca a pillar in my heart for almost a year.

I gathered the courage to contact him directly on Twitter. At first, I panicked when I sent him a private ssage, but unexpectedly, he replied.

Allen was very happy to talk to and thanked for being with him for so long. Tears filled my eyes, but for the first ti in a long ti, they weren't tears of sadness or desperation; they were tears of happiness.

From that day on, I committed to being his number-one fan, living with the conviction of that.

Thanks to Allen, I could endure my problems, and I ended up rejecting the easy way out offered by the popular kids. That ans he saved twice.

Almost two more years passed, and I thought the worst was over since my parents hardly shouted or fought anymore. My relationship with them didn't improve, but it didn't get worse either. So, happily, I told Allen that sothing good had happened to and that my life could get better.

After listening to his words of encouragent in a voice ssage, I fell asleep with new hope.

But it wasn't like that; nothing got better. Everything was an illusion.

One day, I overslept for school, and when I rushed downstairs, I found my mother with another man in the living room. She looked at with hatred for interrupting, and she told she wished she had never had . I don't rember what happened after that, but I ended up in a park.

That day, a woman looked at with icy eyes, but she wasn't my mother.

I just wanted to disappear, and then I heard a familiar voice. A young man with black hair and big, round glasses approached and asked if I was okay.

I no longer knew what to do, I was just a pitiful girl. I would recognize that voice among hundreds or thousands of people. It was the voice of the person who prevented from going down the wrong path many tis.

I didn't lift my face I just told him I was fine. I told him I was just tired, and he sighed and left after a while. I think Allen is a good person. At the very least, I knew he wouldn't easily leave a girl who seed to be in a bad state abandoned.

I watched him leave, and I felt an intense emotion. I just wanted to run and hug him, to cry like a little girl in his arms.

But reason stopped ; were we strangers? How could I do sothing like that? Not knowing what to do, I followed him.

I discovered that we went to the sa school, and I felt like a stupid woman for not being more social and realizing it.

My parents faded into the background; even my parents stopped being important. Only one desire erged, and that desire was Allen Walker.

I wanted to know more about him, I wanted to et him in person and talk, maybe beco friends.

Allen, Allen, Allen, Allen, Allen, Allen... Before I knew it, my mind was filled with thoughts of Allen.

My life beca occupied with trying to learn more about him. Before I knew it, I started following him when I could. I beca a sort of stalker. Strangely, I didn't feel bad about it. Maybe sothing was wrong with .

It hurt to find out that he had a close friendship with a beautiful blonde nad Gwen Stacy. I felt an enormous amount of envy towards her, but I knew I had no right to interfere in his life.

Not knowing what to do, I simply stayed close but away from him, looking at him like an admirer.

...

One day, Allen did sothing foolish and challenged the school bully. I ran to get help, but halfway there, his live-stream started, and I stood in the hallway, unable to react.

I didn't know what was happening; it was like a crazy dream to see him fight. More than once, I scread in fear that he might get hurt.

Surprisingly, Allen won...

I was in shock, and without realizing it, I approached him as he was heading ho. For the first ti, I couldn't bear the urge to speak to him.

That was the best decision I could have made in my life...

...

After spending an afternoon talking and confessing who I was, I felt that our distance had disappeared. I never thought sothing like this would happen; it was like a dream.

I was talking to him! I bathed and had dinner at his house! Even if I thought this dream couldn't get any better, he accepted into his bed!.

God, Mary Jane, don't think of anything inappropriate!, but if he wants... No! I mustn't ruin this with thoughts like a lovesick girl!

I lay down next to him in bed, feeling the warmth and security I had always longed for. I felt a little guilty towards Gwen, but I couldn't help it. Since we talked, he had treated better in a few hours than my parents had in several years.

I couldn't help but fall in love... even if I was already in love before, it was a platonic love, but at this mont, I felt a sweet and warm feeling run through my entire body, and I knew my heart belonged entirely to Allen.

I didn't have the right, I didn't want to cause him problems, but here I was, a poor wounded bird seeking refuge with him.

With tearful eyes, I looked at Allen and bared my heart and my entire past. He listened to my whole story from beginning to end. Sotis he got angry while listening, sotis he got sad, and then he simply hugged .

I'm a despicable woman, I know...

I don't care if this warmth is out of pity...

I don't care if this hug is just his kindness...

My heart aches, and it longs for his warmth; it's been yearning for a long ti, and I'll cling to him, no matter if I'm a pathetic girl.

Before I knew it, I gathered all the courage I could and confessed, then I attempted to kiss him. There's a significant chance he'll reject for Gwen, but if there's even the slightest chance...

Forgive , Gwen... I won't steal him from you, I won't take him away from you, but please, give a small space beside him. Please, let be here, even if it ended up being beneath you.

This last thought made consider a small possibility. Maybe... no, Allen will never accept that, but if there's a chance he might accept alongside Gwen... Hahaha, I think there's sothing wrong with my head...

While I thought with my eyes closed, Allen's response didn't co.

"Allen?" I called his na without opening my eyes.

That mont of silence froze my heart because I thought Allen had rejected .

But just as I was about to cry, I felt the most wonderful and unforgettable sensation of my life, the softness of his lips and his masculine scent surprised , and his hands held tightly.

I opened my eyes in shock as I felt him kissing . His gaze was filled with affection and love.

"Jane, I'd like to do sothing very stupid, selfish, and unpleasant."

I swallowed hard when I heard his words, firm but with a hint of doubt. I knew what he was going to say because I had thought the sa thing.

I cried, and my heart was filled with joy. I was ready to give everything for him. Even if I died tomorrow, I wouldn't regret it.

"Allen... I love you," that was my response, and I started kissing him, and he responded. No matter how challenging it might be, I would convince Gwen to accept this unusual relationship.

*Allen's POV*

I looked at MJ with her eyes closed, she was waiting for a kiss, and I knew that it took all the courage she had.

She left the decision to ; she ended up confessing her feelings during the story she told . A part of had already accepted her; I'm not enough of a jerk to have a girl in my bed without feeling sothing for her.My mind was filled with affection for Mary Jane, even before I knew her past, I already liked the redhead. She had been a part of my lonely life for several years; it's impossible not to feel affection for her.

Then, Gwen ca to my mind; she's not my girlfriend, but it's ridiculous to think I don't feel anything for her. Even so, she's not my girlfriend yet.

Yet?

I'm shaless to say that when I have a girl in my arms.

An arrogant desire to have both girls ca to my mind. I know it's a stupid desire; you can bla all you want, I'm more selfish than I thought.

[Host, your desires may be unusual in this world, but I wouldn't condemn you for it. If both girls accept this relationship with you, I don't see any problem, the only downside would be deceiving them in secret.]

Stupid Otaku culture contaminated my mind with the idea of a harem!

System, how likely am I to form a harem in this world?...

[100%]

"Eh?"

I made a strange noise and was left dumbfounded.

[Host, rember I asked because this world seems to be created by an H artist?]

Yes...

[Well, let's say that among the infinite alternate universes of Marvel, in this specific one, you won't find as many obstacles to having multiple girls with you.]

That can't be true... wait, my world is called Marvel? No, that doesn't matter right now.

I feel like trash because when I heard my system's words, I felt like a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

It's a system, I know I say that a lot, but if a system tells sothing is possible, I'm unlikely not to believe it.

So... my selfish desire can be a reality.

I know that morally, this can only be called unpleasant, but... I can't imagine a future where Gwen is in soone else's arms, or where I abandon Mary Jane.

[Host, two girls don't make a harem; did you think of anyone else?]

Huh? Of course not, I'm not a complete degenerate... I...

mories of my Aunt Natasha appeared in my mind. She was lying around as usual on the couch in her underwear while ordering to give her a massage.

Damn it! Was I this kind of bastard?

"Allen?" she called weakly.

I looked at Mary Jane in my arms with her eyes closed, waiting for my answer. Her face slowly contorted with bitterness, and I felt her starting to tremble in fear.

I have to make a decision! Whom do I deceive? I had already decided as soon as I embraced MJ.

"Jane, I'd like to do sothing very stupid, selfish, and unpleasant."

I didn't say more and looked at her with affection as I confessed my will. She looked at with endless love, almost palpable.

"Allen, I love you," Jane said with a look willing to give everything. I feel like a coward for doubting when I had already made my decision.

I don't care if people call a bastard. I don't care if they label a degenerate. I don't care how hard it is; I won't leave either of them behind.

If you're going to hate for that, go ahead, I don't need your respect if I have two beauties in my arms.

Without wasting any more ti, I closed her lips with mine. MJ let out a little cry of surprise but quickly lted as her tongue began to respond to mine, and her body clung to mine.

She understood my answer and accepted it; she understood my decision and showed her firm resolve with a kiss filled with all the affection she could muster.

So that's it; I'm in love with this girl...

I hugged her body, feeling her warmth and softness. I breathed in her delicate and intoxicating scent as she writhed in my arms, feeling my body temperature rise with just that.

I won't regret this... even if I'm a bad guy...

[Host... I don't think you're a bad guy... ]

Thank you, System.

Mary Jane opened her eyes and looked at with joy and desire... both of us knew what would happen next, and we smiled.