Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Jean Grey Lecture

The morning light spilled across the polished floors of the classroom at Xavier’s Institute. Students were already filing in, the usual low buzz of conversation filling the air.

Jean Grey stood at the front in a sleek, form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve like it had been painted onto her body.

The V-neck dipped low enough to show the soft, heavy swell of her full breasts, and the hem stopped mid-thigh, revealing her long, toned legs. She had skipped the bra today.

The thin fabric did almost nothing to hide the shape of her tits, and every small movement made her stiff, sensitive nipples rub against the material, sending sharp sparks straight down between her legs.

Her body still remembered the last two days. Even now, her married pussy felt tender and swollen, the deep, persistent ache between her thighs a constant, throbbing reminder of how thoroughly Mu Chen had used her.

She pressed her thighs together under the desk and tried to focus, but the soreness only made her more aware of how wet she already was.

Mu Chen entered last. He walked in with an unhurried pace and took a seat toward the back. His eyes lifted to meet hers for one brief, burning second.

Jean had been waiting for him. The moment she saw him, a playful smile flickered across her face before she quickly schooled her expression.

"You’re cutting it close, Mu Chen," she said, her voice firm as she tapped her digital tablet. "Class is about to start."

"My apologies, Professor," Mu Chen replied smoothly, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. "Being new here, I wanted to give myself time to settle in properly. As you know it, if you hurry things... they tend to get rather messy."

A ripple of soft laughter moved through the classroom. Several students grinned and nodded, taking the words at face value.

"Yeah, orientation week is brutal if you rush it," one boy in the middle row muttered to his friend. "Last time I tried to speed through the Danger Room calibration, my powers shorted half the grid."

The class accepted it as innocent, slightly cheeky advice from the laid-back transfer student who was clearly in no rush to throw himself into the chaos of Xavier’s Institute.

But Jean who caught deeper meaning, felt her breath caught. The words hit her differently.

She instantly remembered how roughly and fast he had fucked her in her office the first time — no slow buildup, no teasing, just raw, hard fucking from the very beginning. The way he had pounded her married pussy without mercy until she was squirting and making a complete mess on her own desk.

Her nipples tightened visibly against the thin black dress. She pressed her thighs together under the desk as a fresh wave of heat spread between her legs, her pussy clenching at the memory.

Mu Chen sat at the back; his eyes fixed on her. His voice slipped into her mind, low and filthy.

That dress looks fucking criminal on you, Professor. If I was your husband, I would’ve bent you over the moment you put it on and fucked you raw right there, filling this tight married pussy so you’d spend carrying my cum.

Jean’s breath caught sharply. A deep, hot flush instantly spread across her cheeks and down her neck. Her thighs pressed together hard under the desk as a fresh wave of slick warmth leaked out of her.

For a brief second, she couldn’t stop the thought that flashed through her mind — how good it would’ve felt to start her day with Mu Chen’s thick cock stretching her open and pumping a load deep inside her.

She quickly sent a mental reply, trying to sound composed even as her body betrayed her.

Good thing you’re not my husband then... or I’d be late for class every single day.

She forced herself to look away and steady her voice, trying to push down the heat pooling between her legs as she continued teaching.

"Good morning, class," Jean said, keeping her usual composed tone. "Today we’re continuing with classical mechanics — work, energy, and power."

She turned toward the board and began writing, but every small movement reminded her of how thoroughly she had been fucked the day before. Her married pussy still felt tender and swollen, the deep ache between her legs making itself known with every step.

Mu Chen sat at the back, chin resting on his palm as he watched her. His voice suddenly slipped into her mind, low and filthy.

Umm, Jean... you didn’t wear a bra underneath? Your tits are moving so nicely every time you turn. Was that for me? Did you skip the bra today just so I could watch them bounce while you teach?

Jean’s breath caught. A deep flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. It was true — she had deliberately chosen not to wear a bra this morning.

Her heavy breasts felt sensitive after how roughly he had sucked and bitten them the day before. So, every time the thin fabric of her dress brushed against her stiff nipples, it sent a sharp spark straight between her legs.

She kept writing on the board, trying to maintain a neutral expression, but her mental voice reached him with a teasing edge.

And whose fault is that? she replied. You bit and marked them so much yesterday that even wearing a bra felt painful. Every time the fabric touched my nipples, it stung... because of you.

She paused for a second before adding, her tone turning slightly playful despite the heat rising in her body.

So don’t act surprised now. You’re the reason I’m standing here like this.

Also at this time, she deliberately shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her hips swayed slowly, making her round ass move in a subtle but intentional way.

The tight black dress clung to her curves, and she knew exactly how it looked from behind — especially to the person watching her from the back of the class.

Mu Chen’s voice returned almost immediately, rougher this time.

It’s not my fault your motherly tits feel so good in my mouth. But could you stop moving your ass like that while you’re writing? You’re teasing me on purpose now, aren’t you?

Jean’s hand paused for a brief second. She could feel her face burning hotter, but instead of stopping, she shifted her hips again — slower this time — as she continued writing on the board. She was fully aware that he was staring at her ass.

Her nipples had tightened painfully against the thin fabric, and she could feel fresh slickness gathering between her legs. The soreness in her pussy only made the growing heat worse.

Mu Chen’s eyes stayed locked on her from the back of the class. The slow, deliberate sway of her hips and the way her round ass moved beneath the tight black dress made his cock twitch hard inside his pants. She looked dangerously fuckable standing there like that.

His voice slipped into her mind again, low and rough.

You’re such a tease, Jean... My cock is getting so hard right now. You’re succeeding in whatever little game you’re playing.

Jean’s breath hitched sharply. A strong wave of heat rushed straight between her legs as her pussy clenched and throbbed in response. She could feel herself getting wetter, the soreness from yesterday mixing with fresh arousal.

For a brief, dangerous second, she imagined walking straight to the back of the classroom, dropping to her knees between his legs, pulling out his thick cock, and stroking it slowly while looking up at him with her lips parted.

She kept writing on the board, trying to stay composed, but her mental voice reached him, thick with heat and filthy teasing.

Is that so? she replied, her tone dripping with lust. Then imagine how hard it would get if I wrapped my hand around it right now... or better yet, if you bent me over this desk and rammed that thick cock deep into my wet, married pussy. Would you still be able to keep that calm face, little rascal?

Jean bit the inside of her cheek hard, trying to focus. Her nipples were painfully stiff against the thin fabric of her dress, and she could feel more slickness gathering between her thighs.