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Harem Adventures of The Chaquetrix in Marvel Chapter 37
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 15:13:44 +0000 UTCBen grinned, popping his knuckles. "So, who wants to be first? Clown-face, or fishbowl?"
Zombozo snarled, his jovial mask cracking. "You think you're so clever, hero? Let's see how you handle this!"
With a flourish, Zombozo clapped his hands, and a wave of giggling gas erupted from his oversized pockets. Ben coughed, waving away the sickly sweet scent. "Seriously? Laughing gas? Real original, Zombozo."
Before the gas could fully envelop him, Ben unleashed a burst of flame from his hands, incinerating the cloud in a flash of heat. Zombozo yelped, stumbling back from the sudden inferno.
Mysterio seized the opportunity, firing a barrage of energy blasts from his gauntlets. Ben deflected the shots with his Omni-Exo's gauntlets, the sonic energy dispersing the impacts. He charged forward, his boots pounding against the dusty ground.
"You're next, Mysterio!" Ben yelled, his voice echoing with determination.
Mysterio scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Please! You're just a naive child, compared to my genius." He snapped his fingers, and three Mysterio robots emerged from the shadows, their fishbowl helmets gleaming ominously.
"Oh, goodie! More Mysterios. Just what I wanted," Ben stated, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
The robots lunged forward, their movements stiff and mechanical. Ben sidestepped the first, grabbing its arm and delivering a fire-enhanced punch to its chest. The robot sparked and sputtered, collapsing in a heap of twisted metal.
He spun around, dodging a blast from another robot. The energy seared the air where he'd been standing. Ben retaliated, unleashing a stream of fire that melted the robot's arm cannon. It stumbled back, screeching as its internal circuitry fried.
Zombozo, recovering from the fiery blast, cackled madly. "While you're busy with those tin cans, I'll be draining all your happiness!"
He lunged at Ben, his oversized hands outstretched. Ben sidestepped again, grabbing Zombozo's wrist and twisting. The clown howled in pain, his face contorting in rage.
"I don't think so, clown," Ben growled, slamming Zombozo into one of the remaining Mysterio robots. The robot toppled over, crushing Zombozo beneath its weight.
With Zombozo out of the way, Ben focused his attention on the last Mysterio robot. It fired a volley of energy blasts, forcing Ben to take cover behind a stack of crates. He peeked out, spotting the robot advancing.
Mysterio chuckled, watching Ben duck for cover. "Did you really think you could win? I'm the master of illusion! You can't even handle a few bots!"
[THWACK!]
Before he could continue his taunt, the robot closest to him reeled back a fist and punched Mysterio square in the jaw. The villain stumbled, clutching his face in disbelief. "What the—?! Robot, what do you think you're doing?!"
Mysterio frantically pressed buttons on his gauntlet, trying to regain control of the automaton. But the robot remained unresponsive, its movements growing fluid and unpredictable. Cold realization dawned on Mysterio's face beneath the glass dome. Something was terribly wrong.
The metallic shell of the robot rippled and bulged, contorting into a grotesque parody of its former shape. In a flash of green slime, the Mysterio robot shifted, revealing Cellshifter.
"Gwen…secured," she rasped, her voice a chilling blend of human and alien. "Eliminating threats."
Ben lowered his Omni-Exo gauntlet, surprise etched on his face. "Cellshifter? You were hiding as one of his robots?"
Cellshifter didn't respond, her multifaceted eyes fixated on Mysterio. He scrambled backward, fear etched on his features. "Get away from me, you…thing!"
She advanced, her movements silent and deadly. Mysterio's remaining robots turned to defend their master, firing energy blasts at the Limax-Human hybrid. Cellshifter moved with unnatural speed, dodging the majority of the attacks. A few shots grazed her slime form, but she seemed unfazed.
Without pausing, Cellshifter moved to a nearby Mysterio bot that Ben incapacitated, and absorbed it. Her form increased in size and her strength also increased. With her enhanced mass, she morphed her arms into massive, blunt hammers.
[WHAM!]
Cellshifter swung her newly formed limbs with devastating force, slamming the first robot into the ground. Its metal frame buckled and broke, sparks flying as its systems shut down.
[POW!]
The second robot fared no better, as Cellshifter smashed it into pieces with a second hammer strike. She turned her attention back to Mysterio, who was desperately trying to crawl away.
"No, please! I yield! I'm just a special effects artist!" Mysterio begged, his voice cracking with terror.
Cellshifter showed no mercy. With a final, earth-shattering blow, she slammed her hammer fist into Mysterio, sending him flying through the air. He crashed into a brick wall, the impact shattering the glass of his signature fishbowl helmet. Mysterio slumped to the ground, unconscious. Swirling green mist escaped into the air from the now-broken helmet. The master of illusion was defeated.
Now just a single foe remained.
Ben propelled himself forward, a burst of flame launching him toward Zombozo, who was scrambling to his feet. The clown never had a chance. Ben’s fist connected, cracking Zombozo’s makeup and sending him stumbling back. He followed up with a flurry of blows, each punch impacting the clown's face, distorting the blue nose into a grotesque angle.
Zombozo reeled, stunned, as Ben turned his attention to the glowing orbs scattered across the clown’s body. Each pulsed with stolen joy, a tiny prison for the town’s stolen happiness. Ben grabbed one, squeezing hard.
[POP!]
The orb shattered, and a wave of positive energy escaped, shimmering like a released soul. He repeated the process, smashing each orb. With every break, the town seemed to brighten.
He grabbed Zombozo by his collar, lifting him off the ground. "Time to pay up, clown."
Ben hurled Zombozo down.
[THUD!]
The clown landed hard, his limbs sprawled at awkward angles. Pain exploded across Zombozo’s features as he tried to sit up. His vision blurred. He could taste blood. Through the haze, he saw Ben advancing.
"Stay away from me!" Zombozo spat, his voice raspy.
Ben took a step closer, a playful glint in his eyes. "Want to see something really scary?"
He didn't wait for an answer. With a swift motion, Ben activated the Chaquetrix, the fuchsia light pulsing on his wrist. He slammed down the dial, the device humming as it prepared to unleash its next summon. The world seemed to hold its breath.
[FWIP!]
Ghost Lady materialized, the air around her shimmering with ectoplasmic energy. Her silver hair swayed as she took in the scene, her pink pupils narrowing in annoyance. "What do you want, Tennyson?" she asked, her voice laced with disdain.
Ben grinned, pointing toward the battered clown. "Our little friend here could use a scare."
Ghost Lady turned her attention to Zombozo, a wide, predatory smirk spreading across her pale face. Ben could tell she was enjoying this. This command, she didn't mind following.
She floated menacingly above Zombozo, her form flickering in and out of visibility. She focused her gaze on him, trying to project an aura of pure terror. The clown flinched, his eyes darting around nervously.
Then, in a move that surprised even Ben, Ghost Lady reached for her chest. With a dramatic flourish, she ripped open her upper body, tearing through the fabric to reveal… a black lace bra. And nestled between her breasts, the Chaquetrix emblem.
Ben's jaw dropped. He bit back a laugh, his shoulders shaking with suppressed amusement. That's… actually kinda hot, he thought. He tried to remain serious, but the image of the ghostly villain sporting lingerie was too ridiculous.
Zombozo, however, was completely dumbfounded. His face twisted in confusion, his earlier bravado completely gone. "What… what is that supposed to be?"
Ghost Lady herself seemed less than impressed. A look of utter disgust crossed her features. "…I hate this body."
With a snarl of frustration, she dug her claws into her chest, tearing through the bra and skin, ripping the entire area open.
[SKREEE!]
What was revealed was far more terrifying than any lingerie. Black and white striped tentacles writhed beneath her flesh, pulsating with an unnatural energy. Other, unidentifiable monstrosities pulsed and squirmed, barely contained within her human-like form.
Zombozo's eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he stared at the grotesque display. He began to hyperventilate, his body trembling uncontrollably.
[SCREEEEEEEEE!]
A high-pitched shriek tore through the air, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror. Ben winced, turning away just in time to avoid being caught in the blast.
[POP!]
Zombozo exploded, not in a shower of blood and gore, but in a burst of confetti. The pieces rained down, littering the ground with colorful fragments of the clown's essence. The sound of a distant, mocking laugh faded into nothingness.
Now that the threat was eliminated, Ghost Lady quickly covered herself, smoothing down her shredded clothing. She glanced at Ben, awaiting his reaction.
"Nice one, Ghost Lady. You really spooked him good," Ben said with a playful grin.
A faint pink hue dusted Ghost Lady’s cheeks. Her gaze flickered downward, a rare display of bashfulness. She muttered something under her breath, but Ben didn't catch it.
He turned his attention to Gwen, who was still unconscious where Cellshifter had deposited her. Ben knelt, checking her pulse. Her skin, once pale and clammy, had regained its healthy color and smoothness.
Gwen's eyelids fluttered open. She blinked, her gaze landing on Ben. "Ben…?"
Relief washed over him. "Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Gwen blinked again, trying to focus. "…Woozy. What happened?"
"Later. Can you walk?"
"I don't think so…"
Without another word, Ben scooped Gwen up into his arms, cradling her against his chest in a princess carry.
Gwen’s eyes widened. "Ben! What are you doing? Put me down!" Embarrassment flooded her face, turning her cheeks a vibrant red.
"Nope. You're still shaky. You need to rest for a bit," Ben replied, his voice firm but gentle. "Stop struggling, you’ll hurt yourself more."
Gwen ceased her attempts to wiggle free, but she couldn't bring herself to meet Ben's gaze. She stared at his chest, her cheeks burning.
Ben chuckled softly. "You look kinda cute right now, you know?"
"Zip it…" Gwen mumbled, her voice barely audible. But she snuggled in close to Ben's embrace.
Ben, still cradling Gwen, emerged from the destroyed tent. Ghost Lady floated behind them, her expression a mix of boredom and disdain. He surveyed the grounds, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Thumbskull, Frightwig, and Acid Breath lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in agony. Each of the Circus Freaks writhed and twitched. Blood seeped from deep gashes across their bodies. The cuts were jagged and uneven, like claw marks.
His gaze shifted to Laura, who stood a few feet away, unharmed except for some scorch marks on her clothes. Her face remained impassive, but there was a certain intensity in her eyes.
Ben swallowed hard, concern lacing his tone. "Laura… Did you—?"
"Are they dead?" he clarified.
Laura inclined her head slightly. "They will live," she said simply.
That was all Ben needed to hear. He trusted Laura's judgment. If she said they would live, they would. He didn't want to think about what she did, or didn’t do.
With a sigh of relief, Ben turned and started towards the Rustbucket, eager to get Gwen somewhere comfortable. Ghost Lady, still looking unimpressed by everything, trailed after them, her ghostly form shimmering in the dim light.
The sight that greeted them inside the Rustbucket was a welcome one. Grandpa Max, his eyes clear and bright, sat behind the wheel, humming a jaunty tune. The vacant look was gone, replaced by his usual twinkle.
He spotted them and grinned. "Well, well, well! Look who's back! And with Gwen safe and sound, I see." He paused, his gaze shifting between Ben and Laura. "Let me guess – you two took care of everything?"
Ben chuckled. "Yeah, something like that."
"Good on ya both!" Max said, clapping his hands together. "Already contacted the local authorities. They should be here any minute now to clean up this mess."
Max glanced over his shoulder and down at Gwen. "Guess you won't be wanting to see any more of those circuses any time soon, eh?"
Gwen wrinkled her nose, her face etched with distaste. "Ugh, you have no idea. Never. Ever. Again."
A wave of laughter erupted in the Rustbucket. Even Ghost Lady, who still stood at the door, cracked a small smile. The tension that had hung heavy in the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of shared relief. The crazy, chaotic night was finally coming to an end.
