If you change the No into Yes, then it's Yes Way Home

Peter averted his gaze, visibly flustered by the intensity of May's anger. He delicately nibbled on his lower lip, taking a moment to compose himself.

Gradually, he shifted his attention back to May, his expression calm and composed, his words delivered in a gentle and steady tone.

"It is not what you think it is, Aunt May. I only injected a life-saving, lizard serum into you. I promise, I did not ogle your perky ass, your milky white skin, and thick thighs." He paused, releasing a sigh as his eyes grew watery. Peter, chortled, almost unable to speak as tears ran down his cheek.

"I-I am just so glad I could save you this time."

"...."

Aunt May averted her gaze, overcome by a blend of embarrassment and shyness. Despite Peter's words being somewhat clumsily phrased, she couldn't help but experience a whirlwind of emotions.

A range from pity and joy, to the awkwardness of being unexpectedly complimented by her nephew from a different dimension... in such a manner.

With a sigh, she unconsciously extended her arms towards Peter, a subconscious gesture to comfort him. Her intention was to offer a soothing gesture, perhaps a gentle pat, as a way to convey her empathy. The thought crossed her mind,

'He has endured so much. He is my Peter, after all. Even if from another world.'

He readily embraced the hug, his arms enveloping her in a tight hold, his fingers pressing into the skin of her back. Their necks found rest on each other's shoulders, their chests gently pressing together in a moment of consolation.

At that precise moment, May's movements came to a halt. Peter's knee inadvertently found its place close to her vagina and touched her thighs, generating a warm pressure against it.

Though her initial impulse was to playfully scold him, the sound of his tearful cries swiftly diffused her irritation.

She responded by drawing him closer, her hand soothingly patting his back, while inwardly chastising herself for any indecent thoughts that had briefly surfaced, understanding the inappropriateness of such musings in the current situation.

Peter's tears eventually subsided, and he looked at Aunt May with a sincere smile.

"Thank you, Aunt May."

Standing up and stretching, he glanced down at her with genuine admiration.

"You have a wonderful choice in lingerie, and you've maintained a remarkable physique for your age."

Aunt May's face registered shock at Peter's declaration, and almost instinctively, she reacted by defensively tossing an object in his direction. However, without fully realizing what she had grabbed, she flung her lingerie at his face.

Caught off guard, Peter inadvertently took a whiff of the unexpected object. A mix of uncertainty and conflicting sensations flooded him. The scent held both positive and negative elements, combining fragrances of vaginal wash along with a less pleasant hint of urine.

However, he accepted it all similar to a Saint, muttering under his breath barely audible to Aunt May.

"I guess that's one way to embrace new fragrances, courtesy of Aunt May's Laundry Toss Perfumery'."

Aunt May blushed, embarrassed and covered her private parts with her hands and glanced at Peter, her expression tinged with apprehension. Her question was sincere, laced with a mixture of concern, sarcasm, and a hint of exasperation as she spoke.

"Wow... thanks... Is everyone as direct in your universe?"

Peter remained silent, his attention riveted to a video playing on his phone. The footage showcased Tom Parker's announcement and statement confirming his fuck up to lure the villains into pursuit alongside his Spidey gang at the Statue of Liberty.

With a shake of his head, Peter adjusted his monocle, his lips curling up as he saw the scene unfold.

Casting a bombastic side-eye at Aunt May, he walked over and gently patted her shoulder. With a considerate gesture, he collected the lingerie and jeans from the floor, placing them in her lap to cover her modestly and maintain her privacy.

Peter's voice carried a half-genuine tone as he maintained eye contact with Aunt May. His words were delivered in a reassuring manner.

"Aunt May, it's best if you put on your clothes. You're fully healed now, and there's no need for me to inject another serum in you... unless you'd prefer me to."

Under May's bewildered gaze, Peter distanced himself from her and proceeded to offer appreciative pats on the backs of his devoted cohorts who had dutifully adhered to his order without looking back.

As Peter motioned for them to depart, a mere instant later, an intense gust of wind swept over both him and May.

Their attention was immediately drawn skyward as Mr. Poopoo and Dr. Connors vanished, mounted upon Mr. Birbum, the enormous lizard raven. The trio scaled toward the direction of the Statue of Liberty.

With a slight turn of his gaze, Peter offered Aunt May a warm smile before taking up a poised stance. In a playful manner, he playfully winked, responding to her earlier question.

"Nope, just me."

With open arms, Peter extended a welcoming gesture, silently inviting Aunt May to embrace him. His words held a natural plea as his expression turned serious.

"Would you consider joining us? Tom Parker could use your assistance and so could I?"

Aunt May's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered. She instantly rose from the alley ground, a sudden urgency in her movements upon hearing Peter's words.

Wearing her jeans and not her lingerie in a hurry, she discarded any hesitation and hastened towards him.

Without a second thought, she enveloped him in a tight embrace, her actions reflecting her familial love for Tom Parker.

Peter's serious expression slowly morphed into a mischievous grin as he cautiously wrapped his arms around her waist, their proximity teetering on the edge of intimacy.

Their legs intertwined, allowing their thighs to brush against each other in a fleeting touch. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered softly.

"Better hold me tightly. We are about to race Mr.Poopoo and the others so... shit is gonna get batshit crazy..."

May's expression turned puzzled as she questioned, seeking clarification.

"Huh? What do you mea—"

Her words were abruptly cut off by a sudden and intense scream that pierced the air.

In an instant, a brilliant bolt of violet electricity tore through the night sky, rendering the once lively dark alley into a state of complete stillness.

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Next chapter onward, conclusion of NWH begins! Throw those stones at me.