In Marvel with Gacha Villain System

6:29 PM, New York City, New York.

In a dark room, Damon lay on the bed, perplexed. His gaze was fixed on the unfamiliar ceiling.

He had transmigrated.

Damon spent a week organizing the fragmented memories in his head. Once that was done, he finally understood his current situation.

He hadn't transmigrated to the past or another world… he had transmigrated into the Marvel world, into someone with the same name and parents, but with different life choices.

Damon Stone Vasconcellos, 20 years old, a Science student at Empire State University.

Until he was 18, Damon lived in Brazil, but he moved to New York when he was accepted into Empire State University.

Besides that, there was something that made him break into a cold sweat. He was in the Marvel world.

The only thing that comforted him was what he held in his hand.

It was a baseball-sized sphere with gears that, when turned, would open—or so he hoped.

Ever since he transmigrated into the other version of himself from another dimension, he became aware of the existence of the Villain Gacha System.

From the brief introduction he received, he could obtain anything from all fictional works, including even people… But mostly villains.

The Gachas were divided into Bronze, Silver, and Gold. It wasn't that a higher ranking offered something better, but rather that it allowed multiple draws. In other words, Bronze allowed 1 Gacha pull, Silver allowed 10, and Gold allowed 50.

Additionally, he would receive only one free Gacha per week and could buy up to 50 Gachas per month. Points were converted at a rate of 1 dollar per 1 Gacha point, with each Gacha costing 100 points.

And it was exactly that Gacha, the one he received for free after a week, that he was holding in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Damon closed his eyes and spun the Gacha.

As the Gacha began to glow, Damon was glad he had thought to close his eyes. Soon, the weight of the Gacha disappeared, and something fell onto his chest.

Opening his eyes, he reached out and picked up what looked like a "Yu-Gi-Oh" card.

[Riser Phenex 20 years old (High School DxD)]

Besides what was written at the top of the card, there was various information describing his powers, as well as an option to either assimilate or summon.

For normal assimilation, it cost 100 GP. A more advanced assimilation, which even included his Evil Pieces, cost 500 GP.

Getting up from the bed, Damon walked to the drawer and opened it.

When he saw that he only had 635 dollars left and still needed to replenish his monthly groceries, he hesitated for a moment. But in the end, he took out 500 dollars, exchanging them for GP.

Magically, the 500 dollars simply disintegrated into particles of light while his balance increased by 500 GP.

Holding Riser Phenex's card while sitting on the bed, he hesitated for a moment: 'I won't be influenced if I assimilate him, right?'

A valid concern. If he assimilated Riser Phenex's abilities and knowledge, it was very likely to influence his future actions in one way or another.

However… He had a desire—or rather, a dream—since discovering that this was the Marvel dimension. For his dream, he would not fear being influenced by someone like Riser Phenex!

Then, without further hesitation, he used it.

The card glowed before disintegrating into particles of light that entered through his nostrils and mouth.

His body began to heat up and "swell"… Damon collapsed forward onto the floor, writhing in pain as he felt like hundreds of thousands of ants were biting his body.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Unable to endure the pain any longer, Damon screamed loudly.

But, fearing that this might trigger some annoying event, he immediately clenched his mouth shut.

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Later, in the bathroom.

Damon stared in shock at his reflection in the mirror after taking a shower.

His transformation was similar to Peter Parker's when he got his powers, experiencing a massive boost in strength and even changes in his physical appearance, such as well-defined abs and chiseled muscles. However, he hadn't turned into some gym fanatic who "makes love to the juice" (uses anabolic steroids)...

And that wasn't all. Previously, he was 185 cm tall, but now, he must be around 190 cm. Not only that, even his face seemed to have changed slightly. His blue-gray eyes appeared a bit lighter, and his curly black hair became silkier and straighter. Even his facial features had become more symmetrical.

'Is this really me?' It was hard to believe.

It took him some time before he stepped away from the mirror and entered his room to change clothes. Another small detail... He would probably need to buy new clothes because his pants had become too short, and his shirts were tighter.

After getting dressed, he opened his status screen.

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Name: Damon Stone Vasconcellos

Race: Human

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Character Assimilation:

Fully Assimilated: None

In Progress: [Riser Phenex: 13%] (1/5)

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Summoned Characters: None

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Powers: [Demonic Power], [Immortality], [Hell Fire], [Enhanced Strength], [Enhanced Durability].

Equipment: 0

Items: [Evil Pieces (15 Pieces)]

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Gacha Draws: 0 (1/50)

GP: 0

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'So, I'm still human?'

Another thing that surprised him was the powers he inherited upon beginning Riser's assimilation.

Though he didn't feel like he had become "immortal" like Riser.

However, that didn't change the fact that he had become stronger.

Even his physical strength was now several times greater than before. He could probably lift a car without much difficulty...

Another thing was that, although he had inherited some of Riser's memories—mainly related to using his powers—he didn't feel like he was losing himself or being overtaken by Riser's persona.

"Growl."

Feeling hungry, he touched his stomach.

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It was 8:33 PM when Damon's doorbell rang.

When Damon opened the door, he was surprised to find Gwendolyne Stacy standing there, and she was obviously very upset. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen, and she looked out of breath.

However, this completely contrasted with her appearance: she was clearly dressed to be attractive and sexy. Her long blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, and she wore a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage and a hint of a white lace bra.

Her skirt was one of her short, flowy ones, stopping just a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare, and she wore expensive-looking black high heels.

Damon realized he had been looking at her for too long, scanning her body from top to bottom, but she didn't seem to notice.

Gwen just stood there, looking distressed.

"Hey, Gwen, everything okay?" Damon asked politely. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes, please, Damon," she quickly replied. "I'm locked out of my house. Mom and Dad are out until later, and I don't have my key."

Although surprised that she accepted, Damon gestured for her to enter and led her to the kitchen.

"Let me get you something to drink, Gwen, and please, have a seat."

"Thanks, Damon, I really need a drink. Can I have some coffee?"

She seemed to be calming down a little now, though Damon felt a bit awkward having her in his home, as this was the first time he had interacted with her since his transmigration. Even though the previous Damon was her neighbor, he hadn't spoken to her many times.

Damon turned and began preparing the coffee.

As he prepared the coffee, Damon wanted to keep a friendly conversation instead of letting the silence linger: "Why don't you have your key, Gwen?"

"Oh, I wasn't supposed to come home this early because I went to the mall on a... My parents weren't going to pick me up until eleven. But a few things happened, and I had to come back earlier."

He asked, "Why did you have to leave?"

"Oh, boyfriend trouble… Ex-boyfriend. It's just…" She let the sentence hang in the air.

The way she said it suggested she wanted someone to talk to.

"Here's your coffee, Gwen. Did you tell your parents you came home early?"

"No, not yet." She grabbed the coffee mug and wrapped her hands around it, warming them.

Damon noticed that she had painted her nails a shiny dark blue.

"Let me call them and let them know you're here. That way, they can come back later to pick you up."

Damon walked into the hallway, found George's cellphone number, and called him.

After briefly explaining what had happened—and that he didn't know why Gwen had come home early but that he could take care of her until they returned later—George was happy about it, as he had gone out to dinner with his wife, Helen Stacy.

Damon returned to the kitchen, where Gwen was still sitting, slowly sipping her coffee. She had her back to him, and he paused for a moment to observe her.

She was slightly hunched over the table, her long, shiny blonde hair cascading down. Damon smiled as one of his dreams flashed through his mind, and he felt his cock swell, but then he reminded himself that this was real, and it was better to help her.

"I spoke to your dad, and they'll be back shortly after eleven. I told him you'd be fine here until then. Hope you don't mind."

She turned as Damon walked across the room and sat down in front of her.

"Of course, thanks, Damon," she replied.

"You mentioned something about trouble with your boyfriend or ex. Do you want to talk about it?" Damon asked, though he didn't expect her to say yes. He figured they could just watch TV or something.

She seemed thoughtful for a moment, holding the white coffee mug close to her soft, red lips, and then he noticed a small tear forming in the corner of her beautiful eyes. She looked at him.

"Can I talk to you, Damon? It's just… I can't talk to my parents about it—it's too embarrassing…"

Her eyes shimmered as they filled with tears, and a small sob escaped as her shoulders trembled.

"Gwen, of course, you can talk to me. I'll do what I can, though it's been a long time since I last went on a date." It wasn't exactly a lie—although he had gone out with some girls, that was before he transmigrated.

Saying that and laughing a little to lighten the mood, he knew this was all about Peter.

"Peter… You know, my boyfriend—I mean, ex…" She traced her index finger around the rim of the mug, speaking slowly: "You know, he just said he had something urgent and rushed off! The worst part is, this isn't even the first time."

"I see."

"And when I said that if he left, we were done, he still had the audacity to look disappointed—disappointed!—and still left without saying a single word. Can you believe that?" She started crying again.

Damon reached out, holding her free hand, and said while looking into her beautiful blue eyes, "Wow, he was really a huge jerk. But if this wasn't the first time, did he have a plausible reason for doing this?"

"Haha." She let out a hollow laugh. "No, he always changes the subject or stammers like he's hiding something. I even started to think he's cheating on me."

"Well, I don't blame you for thinking that," Damon said. "If it were me, I'd think the same."

"Right!?" She raised her voice slightly.

"He was definitely cheating on me… And he ran off again to be with who-knows-who…" She sobbed as she spoke, her head lowered, obviously upset at the thought of Peter with another girl.

"Gwen, I'm really sorry you had to go through this," Damon said gently. "But just know that not all guys out there will be like him and leave their beautiful girlfriend without an explanation."

Gwen looked at him and wiped the tears from her soft, flushed cheeks.

Damon felt the urge to reach out and hug her, but held back.

She remained silent for a few seconds.

"If... If I'd given in to his advances and, you know... He wouldn't have run after someone else?"

She seemed convinced that Petter was with someone else...

Is it wrong for Damon to feel happy about this misunderstanding?

No, it's not. At least he doesn't think so. Although Petter has his reasons, if he can't even tell his girlfriend, or even come up with a better excuse, leaving her full of anxiety, it's still his fault.

However... Damon replied: "Well, for boys our age... Sex is something we think about at least once a day. And when we're dating... Let's just say that if we're not thinking about having sex... Wait, I don't know what we think about other than that, sorry."

She laughed a little in her whiny voice: "Silly~"

Damon became serious as he said, "But, yes, I think that if some girl offered what you denied, it's possible that he gave in to temptation." 

"I... So it's my fault?"

"No, it's not." Damon said, "Just because you're not ready doesn't mean you don't like him or anything. And that doesn't give you a reason to cheat."

"Actually..." She said hesitantly: "I'm really scared. A friend of mine, she told me that... Her first time it hurt so much that she punched the boy and ran away, and then she hated the boy. I... I was afraid that the same thing would happen and I'd start to hate Petter, but now I see that my insecurity and fear drove him away from me."

Damon said: "That's just because they're boys and haven't had the experience to know what it takes to make sure a girl likes sex."

"Haha, you talk like you're older and have a lot of experience~" She joked a little.

"I may not be that old, but I do have experience."

"Do you know how to make it enjoyable?" she asked suddenly.

"Well, I had two girlfriends in Brazil and I've been through this stage twice and I've learned how to make it more enjoyable." He joked: "It's like they say, you learn by making mistakes. At first, it wasn't very pleasant for my first girlfriend, but it became good enough that we do it every day. With my second girlfriend, she didn't feel so uncomfortable the first time we had sex." 

"Wow, you really said all that without blushing..." She was blushing.

She must have noticed that he seemed a little surprised by his words because she added: "I'm sorry, Damon, I hate to think that this will never be good, that I'll always be afraid of a man's touch and that's why Petter pulled away from me. I didn't mean anything by my question."

Damon stood up and took a few steps around the table, standing next to Gwen and looking at her who looked back at him.

"Boys just go too fast and all they want to do is get into a girl's panties. But as an expert you learn and know how to relax a girl without it becoming a traumatizing experience for the girl. Shall I show you?"

Damon finished his sentence as a question, to see if she would hesitate, but she didn't say anything, just held her drink in her hands and kept looking at him.

Damon thought of something as he remembered his ex-girlfriend, Ingrid, and moved behind her and gently caressed her shoulders, rubbing her tense muscles.

He didn't get much response at first and I could feel her holding his shoulders tightly and not relaxing at all. Slowly, however, Damon could feel her shoulders begin to move and relax and then, he heard a click as she placed her mug on the table in front of him.

As he massaged her shoulders, he leaned over and pulled her silky blonde hair back from her soft neck before placing his lips against her sweet-tasting, fragrant skin.

"Mm~"

He heard a moan that she muffled immediately afterwards with her hands, obviously surprised.

As she didn't reject his advances, Damon spent a few minutes kissing her neck and nibbling on her now red ears, all the while he could hear her breathing slowing as she relaxed under his care. And now that she was relaxed, he intended to turn her on.

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[Note: Hello! This was an idea that had been on my mind for the past few days. Because of that, I couldn't focus properly, so I had to write it down, even if just for fun. Don't expect too much, as I don't know if it will be good—mainly, it will be something for me to enjoy. Depending on how it's received, I might continue. So, don't forget to let me know what you think if you want to see more!]