Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Jean Grey’s Morning

In the morning, at 7 am, Scott slowly opened his eyes.

He let out a low groan and rubbed his face with one hand before slowly sitting up. The bed creaked softly under his weight as he yawned, his eyes still half-lidded and blurry from sleep.

"My head’s killing me," Scott muttered to himself, voice rough as he blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the morning light.

He remembered drinking too much because of Logan’s stupid bet and passing out the moment he got into bed.

Turning his head to the side and saw Jean lying beside him, still fast asleep. Her red hair was spread across the pillow, and she looked peaceful, her breathing steady and calm.

The room was clean and perfectly fine. There was no trace of what had happened through the night.

Mu Chen had fucked Jean until 3 AM, until she finally fainted from overwhelming pleasure. He stayed until six in the morning. Before leaving, he gave her one last slow kiss on the lips and told her he was leaving. Then, in the next moment, he vanished from the bed.

Before leaving, he flicked his finger, making the naked Jean wear her top and shorts while removing all visible marks outside the fabric. The sheets were cleaned, every trace of squirting and their mixed fluids gone.

As for the scent of sex, it had already been suppressed by Mu Chen from the very beginning of the previous night.

Scott turned his head to the side and looked at Jean, who was still fast asleep beside him. Her red hair was spread messily across the pillow, and her face looked peaceful, though there was a clear trace of exhaustion in her features.

Scott leaned over slightly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Jean... wake up," he said softly, giving her a light shake.

Jean stirred slowly, her brows furrowing as she let out a tired hum. She shifted under the blanket but didn’t open her eyes right away.

"What’s wrong, Scott...?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse and heavy with sleep.

Scott glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

"It’s already seven," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Today’s not the weekend. We need to get ready for school."

Jean let out a low, exhausted groan and turned her face deeper into the pillow, her body curling slightly under the sheets.

"I want to sleep more..." she whispered, her voice weak. "I’m feeling really tired... I was working till late last night..."

Scott looked at her for a moment. She really did look worn out — her face pale, and her body language screaming fatigue.

What he didn’t know was that the late-night work she was referring to involved being fucked senseless on this very bed until she passed out from pleasure, her body used and filled repeatedly while he slept right beside them, completely unaware.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine... take rest," he said quietly, his tone softening.

Scott watched her for a moment longer before pushing aside the blanket. Rising to his feet, he stretched and rolled his shoulders, letting out another weary sigh. After standing there for a moment, he walked out of the room, deciding it was time to start the day.

....

The moment the door clicked shut, Jean’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

A soft, pained whimper escaped her lips as she shifted slightly on the bed.

Her entire body felt sore and heavy. Her thighs ached, her hips felt stiff, and there was a deep, persistent throb between her legs. She could still feel the ghost of Mu Chen’s cock stretching her open for hours last night.

"...I really overdid it yesterday..." she murmured to herself.

She slowly slid one hand down her stomach and slipped it inside her loose cotton shorts. The moment her fingers brushed against her pussy, she winced softly. Her folds were still swollen and sensitive from being fucked so roughly for so long.

She gently rubbed her clit in slow, lazy circles, letting out a quiet, shaky breath as a faint spark of pleasure mixed with the soreness.

Just then, a tray of breakfast suddenly appeared on the bedside table out of thin air — a fluffy cheese omelette, a cup of hot coffee, a bowl of fresh fruit, a small portion of avocado toast, and a glass of orange juice.

At the same time, her phone let out a soft notification sound on the table.

Still lazily rubbing her clit with two fingers, Jean used her telekinesis to bring the phone floating into her free hand. She unlocked it with one thumb while her other hand continued moving slowly between her legs.

It was a message from Mu Chen: Already started touching? So greedy. Btw, I made breakfast for you.

Jean’s face turned crimson almost instantly. A small, embarrassed but undeniably pleased smile tugged at her lips as she stared at the screen. She let out a soft, breathy huff.

"Humph... little rascal teasing me in the morning," she mumbled under her breath, though the warmth in her voice betrayed how much she liked it.

She quickly typed back with one hand: Thank you, baby. Love you.

A few seconds later, Mu Chen’s reply came: Love you, Jean.

Jean let out a soft sigh and finally pulled her hand out of her shorts.

She placed the phone down and slowly sat up, wincing again at the soreness in her body. Glancing at the breakfast tray Mu Chen had prepared for her and decided she would eat first before going back to sleep.

As for school... she was definitely taking the day off. There was no way she could walk properly today after how thoroughly he had ruined her last night.