Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Enrollment in Academy

On this day, a young man who appeared to be around twenty years old stood before the Mutant Academy. Looking at the sprawling campus, he lightly rubbed his chin and murmured,

"I think it wouldn’t be bad to experience student life for a while."

The next moment, he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, countless records across the world adjusted themselves. A perfectly legitimate transfer application appeared in the academy’s system, complete with an impeccable background, academic records, and recommendations. The applicant’s name was Mu Chen, an Omega-level mutant transferring from a distant institution.

Every procedure had been completed. Every approval had been granted. Every signature was authentic.

"That’s better."

Mu Chen nodded in satisfaction before lazily making his way toward the academy.

As for his appearance, it hardly mattered. With his powers, he could look however he pleased. In fact, anyone who looked at him would subconsciously perceive a version of him that felt natural to them, making it impossible to accurately describe his true appearance.

Mu Chen’s steps carried him through the open gates with lazy confidence; a few students glanced his way in passing. To each of them he appeared exactly as they expected a striking new transfer to look — tall, lean-muscled, dark hair falling across sharp eyes that held quiet amusement.

The interior of the academy was precisely what one would expect from a prestigious institute—polished marble, the faint scent of old books, and the distant echo of youthful chaos. Mu Chen followed the administrative drone with the enthusiasm of a man strolling to a convenience store at midnight.

The secretary who checked his file smiled warmly, already half-convinced she had processed his paperwork weeks ago.

He was ushered into an office that smelled of wood polish and expensive tea. Behind a broad desk sat a man in a wheelchair, bald head gleaming under the warm light, his eyes carrying the weight of a man who had shouldered the dreams of an entire species.

"Mu Chen." Charles Xavier smiled, extending a hand. "Welcome to the Xavier Institute. Or, as the students prefer, the Mutant Academy."

Mu Chen shook it with a grip that was perfectly normal, perfectly human, perfectly forgettable. "Thanks for having me, Professor. Nice place you’ve got here. Very... institutional."

Xavier chuckled, gesturing to a chair. "Please, sit. I like to meet every new student personally. To understand them. To ensure they understand us."

Mu Chen sank into the offered chair, already feeling the gentle, almost imperceptible brush against his mind—the telepathic equivalent of a polite knock. He didn’t bother raising defences. There was nothing for Xavier to find except the pristine, beautifully constructed history he wanted the telepath to see.

"I’ve reviewed your file," Xavier continued, steepling his fingers. "An Omega-level transfer. We don’t normally see many people of such strength walk through our doors."

"I’ve heard good things about this place, so joining the academy felt appropriate," Mu Chen said. His tone was dry enough to sound like a joke, yet flat enough to be taken as a statement of fact.

Xavier’s eyes crinkled with amusement. "I’m glad we have made such a good impression on you. However, I want you to understand why this place exists. We are not merely a school, Mu Chen. We are a sanctuary—a bridge. For too long, mutants have been feared, hunted, and treated as weapons or mistakes."

He went on. About dreams. About sacrifice. About the children he had buried and the ones he refused to fail. About the moral imperative to turn power toward protection rather than domination.

Mu Chen nodded at the appropriate intervals; his expression arranged into a mask of thoughtful engagement. Internally, he was cataloging the structural integrity of the ceiling.

"...and that is why," Xavier said, his voice swelling with quiet passion, "I have dedicated my life to this cause. Because every mutant child deserves to know they are not a monster. They are the future."

A profound silence settled over the office.

Mu Chen blinked.

"That was very moving, Professor," he said, stifling a yawn that had absolutely nothing to do with being moved. "Truly. The future. Harmony. Very important stuff."

Xavier studied him for a long moment, those blue eyes piercing and yet, ultimately, seeing only what Mu Chen permitted. "You have an interesting mind, Mu Chen. Very... orderly."

"Well, my past experiences had moulded me in that way." Mu Chen replied shamelessly, his words containing no trace of truth.

"Perhaps." A faint, knowing smile played at Xavier’s lips—not of suspicion, but of a man who is proud of his mind reading abilities. "In any case, I won’t keep you. I’m sure the journey here was tiring, and I suspect you are eager to settle in."

Mu Chen felt his eyelids grow heavy. The chair was quite comfortable. A nap here wouldn’t be the worst—

"Jean will handle your orientation," Xavier said, wheeling back from his desk with a smooth, practiced motion. "She’s one of our senior instructors and counsellors. If anyone can help a new student find his footing, it’s her."

The door opened behind Mu Chen and she stepped.

Jean Grey stood in the doorway, her curvaceous body barely contained by her professional attire. The white blouse hugged her full, heavy breasts tightly, the fabric stretching over the soft mounds and offering a tempting view of deep cleavage.

Her black pencil skirt clung to her wide hips and plump, rounded ass, pulling tight across the juicy cheeks with every movement. Sheer black stockings sheathed her long legs, and her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in silky waves.

She moved with a natural sway, her tits gently bouncing and her ass shifting enticingly beneath the tight skirt. Everything about her screamed mature, married woman — elegant on the surface, but with a body made for raw, nasty fucking.

When her gaze landed on Mu Chen, something in her perception shifted. He looked... perfect. She couldn’t have described his exact features if asked. They simply felt right. Magnetic.

"Student Mu Chen, you can call me Professor Jean Grey," she said warmly, her tone professional yet welcoming. "Welcome to Xavier’s. I’ll be showing you around and helping you get settled."

Mu Chen turned to face her fully. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, an inexplicable stillness seemed to settle between them.

"I’ll have to trouble you then, Professor Jean," he replied with a faint smile.

Mu Chen fell into step right next to her. As they walked through the grand marble corridors, his eyes openly and deliberately tracked the heavy, slow sway of her wide hips and the way her tight black pencil skirt pulled across her plump ass cheeks.

Jean kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, but she noticed his blatant gaze immediately.

Stopping outside a set of heavy mahogany doors, she turned to face him fully, crossing her arms tightly under her chest. The motion squeezed her full, heavy breasts together, accentuating the deep cleavage in her white blouse.

"My eyes are up here, Mu Chen," Jean said, her voice sharp and direct. "I know you’re an Omega-level transfer student, so if you think your classification gives you a pass to openly ogle your instructors, let me correct that delusion right now. Am I making myself clear?"

"Perfectly clear, Professor," Mu Chen chuckled, his voice smooth and completely casual as he met her gaze without the slightest hint of unease. "But honesty is a habit of mine. And right now, you’re making it rather difficult for me to focus."

"You are too bold for someone who has just entered the school," Jean replied normally, though internally she felt at least a little proud of her figure for drawing such attention from a person whose appearance was so extraordinary that even she couldn’t help feeling a hint of envy.

’Maybe," Mu Chen replied casually.

Jean turned the handle and swept into her private office. The room was spacious, smelling faintly of lavender and expensive leather. She walked straight behind her broad mahogany desk and sat down, immediately pulling up his file on her tablet.

Mu Chen walked inside, closed the door behind him, and instead of taking the guest seat across from her, he lazily strolled over to the side of her desk, leaning his hip against the polished wood right next to her chair.

Jean tapped the desk with her stylus, her eyes narrowing. "Sit in the chair across from me, Mu Chen. I am not going to repeat myself."

"I like it better over here," Mu Chen replied calmly. "Anyway, you would require me near you."

"What do you mean by that?" Jean asked, her brow furrowing at his unbothered attitude.

"When you do the telepathic test, you’ll get it," Mu Chen said with a small, knowing smirk.

Jean was puzzled by his answer, but she decided to get her answers directly. She centered her thoughts and sent a polite intrusion of a mental probe toward his consciousness.

To her complete surprise, her psychic energy slid right over him like water over a smooth, round stone. She couldn’t even grasp him as an entity in her mind.

Stunned, she tried a second time, pushing a bit harder, but the result was exactly the same. Her telepathy simply slid off his mind, leaving her completely blind to his thoughts.

"How can this be...?" Jean murmured out loud, looking up at him with a stunned expression.

Mu Chen just shrugged his shoulders casually and didn’t reply, thoroughly enjoying the bewildered look on her face.

Jean stared at him for a long moment before letting out a breath. "How about you let me do the probing by touch telepathy? It might help bypass whatever passive block your mutation is creating."

"Do as you wish," Mu Chen replied casually.

Jean found it hard to believe that someone with his level of power would agree to a physical mind-read so easily. He was letting her see his emotions and memories without a single thought or hesitation.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice dropping into a slightly more cautious register.

"Go ahead," Mu Chen nodded.

Jean stood up from her chair and stepped into his personal space, coming close to him so she could place her hand on his temple. The moment she stood right next to him; she finally realized what he had meant by ’you would require me near you.’

The mystery of his mutation made him far more intriguing than any other student she had ever registered.

Because of their close proximity, Mu Chen had a direct, unobstructed view down the deep cleavage of her white blouse. Jean felt his gaze lingering shamelessly on her heavy breasts, and she blushed a little, a faint heat rising to her cheeks.

She quickly forced herself to focus, raising her slender hand to press her fingertips gently against his temple.

Once again, she channelled her telepathic power through the physical contact, diving deep to find any trace of his mind. But she found absolutely nothing again. It was a vast, completely untouchable void.

She opened her eyes, lowering her hand as she looked up at him in disbelief. "Mu Chen... why can’t I see anything through you? This shouldn’t be possible. Didn’t the Professor just read your mind a few minutes ago?"

"Well, I allowed the Professor to look, and made him see exactly what he wanted to see." Mu Chen replied with a smile, then he looked at her and said, "But do you also really want to see my mind, professor Jean?"

From the bold, hungry way he had been looking at her from the very beginning, Jean knew that if she forced open his mind, she would definitely see some filthy, uninhibited thoughts about her own body.

But after failing so many times, her curiosity was completely inflamed.

She couldn’t tell if she was just determined to do her job, or if she was secretly using this as an excuse to see exactly how much this extraordinarily handsome youth desired her.

"Yes, I want to see," Jean said, her voice dropping into a breathy whisper.

Her face heated up a little more as she prepared herself for whatever raw, dangerous emotions were about to flood her mind.

"Go ahead, then," Mu Chen replied with mischievous smile.

The moment Jean re-established the telepathic link, Mu Chen’s thoughts and emotions hit her.

Jean saw herself bent over the desk, skirt flipped up, while Mu Chen fucked her from behind. Her own moans filled the vision — loud, broken, and desperate.

"Ahh... Mu Chen... fuck... uhhh... right there.... nnghhh..."

He had one hand gripping her fat ass and the other fisted in her red hair. His voice was low and filthy as he pounded her.

"Look at this married cunt swallowing my cock. So, fucking greedy for a professor. You hear how wet you are?"

Jean’s real pussy clenched hard as a thick rush of slick flooded her panties.

The scene shifted. She was now on her back on the desk, black-stockinged legs spread wide, while Mu Chen drove into her deep and steady. She watched her own face twist in pleasure, mouth open as she moaned shamelessly.

"Ohhh god yesss! Mu Chen... ahhhnn....your cock feels so deep... mmm... ahhhnnn.... don’t stop..."

He leaned down, sucking one of her heavy tits into his mouth before pulling back to speak.

"This tight married pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard. You like getting fucked by your student, Jean? Say it."

Her vision-self moaned louder, back arching.

"Yes.... hnghhh.... mmmhhh... I love it... please... keep pounding me... uhhh...ahhhh... just like that...nnghh... you little bastard!"

Jean’s thighs trembled violently. Another hot gush of wetness poured out of her, soaking her panties.

Mu Chen kept fucking her through her orgasm. She watched herself shaking and squirting around his cock while he groaned and slammed in deep one last time.

"Take it. I’m filling this married cunt up."

Thick ropes of cum flooded her in the memory. Jean saw her own pussy overflowing, white cum leaking out around his cock as she moaned brokenly.

The real Jean’s body locked up the moment she stood. A violent orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her cunt clenched hard and squirted violently, hot liquid gushing out and soaking through her panties in messy, uncontrollable bursts.

Thick streams ran down her inner thighs, dripping onto the floor between her shaking black-stockinged legs.

Her knees buckled. Her hand shifted from his temple to his shoulder, to keep herself from collapsing. Her whole body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy kept pulsing and leaking, soaking her thighs and the floor while the images continued playing in her mind.