Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Jean Grey being filthy before Scott R18

The evening at the Grey-Summers residence was quiet in the way only a rare, peaceful night could be.

The lights in the dining room were low, the table set with simple plates of grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and a bottle of red wine that had been opened but barely touched.

Scott sat at the head of the table in his usual casual home clothes, fork moving steadily as he ate. Jean sat across from him, her posture relaxed on the surface, but her mind anything but.

She wore a soft, oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder and a pair of loose lounge pants. Underneath, nothing.

Her body still carried the ghost of the day’s activities — the deep ache between her legs, the faint stickiness that no amount of wiping could fully erase, the way her pussy still felt stretched and used from the hours Mu Chen had spent ruining her in the Danger Room.

Every small shift in her chair sent a fresh trickle of his cum leaking out of her, soaking into the thin fabric of her pants. She had to keep her thighs pressed together to stop it from becoming obvious.

Scott took a sip of wine and looked up at her.

"Jean," he said casually, "there’s a new transfer student in your class. Mu Chen. Did you find him interesting?"

Jean’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. She kept her expression neutral, even as the name sent a hot pulse straight between her legs. She already knew exactly how interesting Mu Chen was.

Having spent the afternoon with his cock buried in her womb, his cum flooding her so deeply she could still feel it sloshing inside her hours later.

She tilted her head slightly. "What do you mean by that, Scott? In what way interesting?"

"I mean, he’s a bit abnormal. We know he’s an Omega-level mutant with reality-altering powers, but today I ran into Beast."

Scott set his fork down and leaned back in his chair.

"Beast mentioned that he had Emma run a complete medical examination on him to properly map his mutation. Bloodwork, DNA sequencing, cellular analysis—the whole package. The results were... shocking," he continued.

Jean took a slow sip of water, buying herself a second to steady her breathing. She already knew the truth behind those results. But she played along, letting curiosity color her voice.

"Shocking in what way?"

Scott exhaled through his nose. "Beast said he’s never seen anything like it. There’s no abnormality in the genetic data. No markers, no extra chromosomes, nothing. It was like there was no mutation at all. Like the tests were looking at a completely normal human."

Jean nodded slowly, swirling her wine. "I see. That is... abnormal."

Scott watched her for a moment, then continued. "You did his psychic evaluation yesterday. How did that go?"

Jean’s mind flashed back instantly — the way Mu Chen had flooded her thoughts with vivid, explicit images of himself fucking her in every position imaginable.

The way those images had slammed into her so hard she had come violently in her chair, squirting into her panties without a single physical touch.

She remembered the way she had ended up on her knees, throat stuffed with his cock, swallowing load after load while he called her a desperate married slut.

The sultry redhead felt a fresh gush of warmth between her legs at the memory. Under the table, her free hand slipped between her thighs, two fingers pressing against the soaked crotch of her pants, rubbing slow circles over her clit through the fabric.

"It was... amazing," she said, voice soft but carrying a double edge only she could hear. "I never felt like this before."

Scott frowned slightly, clearly not catching the subtext. "Jean, could you speak in a language I understand?"

Jean’s cheeks warmed, but she didn’t stop rubbing herself. "Well... I couldn’t spy in his mind. Not until he allowed me to."

It was. Jean’s telepathy had always let her slip into minds effortlessly. But Mu Chen’s had been different — a deliberate, controlled invitation that had led to her screaming his name while he fucked her senseless on her own desk.

Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, the wet fabric making soft, obscene little sounds only she could hear.

Scott continued, unaware. "And what about his combat abilities? You had a Danger Room session with him today, right?"

Jean’s mind flashed to the Danger Room — to being bent over equipment, Mu Chen’s cock pounding into her from behind while the simulation ran around them. Four hours.

Four hours of them indulging in taboo adultery, filling her so many times she had lost count. She had squirted on his cock, begged for more, called herself unsatisfied married wife, and then the way he bred her again and again.

She shifted in her seat, two fingers now slipping under the waistband of her pants to stroke her swollen, cum-slick folds directly.

"His techniques were... too good," she said, keeping her voice even. "He knows exactly what he’s doing."

Scott frowned again. "Jean, simpler, please."

She smiled faintly, pushing two fingers inside her needy pussy, feeling the mess Mu Chen had left there. "Well, what would you expect from someone with reality-bending powers? The Danger Room was just a playground for him."

The redhead was right, it was indeed the playground for him, the way he played with her cheating motherly tits, grope and slap her bubbly ass, and wreck her married

Scott nodded, accepting that. "I suppose that’s true."

He studied her for a moment longer, then set his wine glass down.

"But Jean... this student seems to have left quite an impression on you. You don’t usually show this much interest in someone you’ve only met a day ago."

Jean met his eyes across the table, her fingers now buried knuckle-deep inside her cum-filled pussy under the tablecloth. The redhead kept slowly pumping them in and out, feeling Mu Chen’s thick load squelch around her fingers with every movement.

"So... are you jealous?" she asked lightly. "Of my student?"

Scott laughed and shook his head. "Nah. Why would I be jealous? You’re my wife. It’s not like he’s going to steal you from me."

The poor cuckold had no idea.

He had no clue that his wife was sitting right across from him with another man’s cum still leaking out of her freshly fucked cunt, soaking through her panties and now coating her own fingers as she quietly fingered herself at the dinner table.

He didn’t know she had spent the entire afternoon getting her married pussy and womb pounded senseless by the same student, or that she was currently full of the same thick seed that was now slowly dripping down her thighs.

Jean simply smiled — soft, polite, and completely innocent on the surface — and said nothing.

She picked up her fork and started eating again, all while her hidden hand kept working between her legs, her fingers still moving slowly inside her dripping cunt. She could feel Mu Chen’s cum coating her knuckles.