Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Teasing Emma through Text

Mu Chen was currently sitting through a history lecture. The class was being taught by Logan.

Unfortunately for Logan, history was not exactly the academy’s most exciting subject. Several students were already struggling to stay awake.

At the front of the room, Logan stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes.

"Kid in the third row," he growled. "If you’re gonna sleep, do it with your eyes closed. You’re creepin’ me out."

A few students snickered.

The embarrassed student quickly straightened up. "Sorry, Professor."

A minute later, another student yawned loudly.

"You too." Logan pointed at him without even looking.

The student immediately sat up straight.

Mu Chen watched the scene from his seat near the window. It was mildly amusing, but not enough to make the lecture any less boring.

With little interest in the lesson, he casually took out his phone. No one noticed. Unless Mu Chen allowed it, people simply wouldn’t pay attention to what he was doing.

A moment later, he sent a message to Emma: Wassup, seductress?

About a minute later, a reply arrived from Emma: Seductress? That’s the first time someone has called me that....

At that moment, Emma was in her room.

She had just washed her face and stepped out of the bathroom when her phone pinged. Picking it up, she glanced at the screen.

The moment she saw Mu Chen’s message, a slow, knowing smile curved her lips. A familiar warmth began to spread low in her stomach.

Holding the phone in one hand, she walked over to her bed and lay down in the center of it, rolling onto her stomach. Her breasts pressed against the mattress as she typed out her reply, her thighs already rubbing together slightly.

It truly was a new experience for her. Throughout most of her life, people had referred to her as the White Queen. Whether allies, enemies, students, or fellow mutants, that title had followed her everywhere.

Being casually called "seductress" was something entirely new... and strangely thrilling.

Mu Chen: I prefer calling it how I see it.

Emma let out a soft, breathy laugh. She shifted on the bed, her hips giving a small, unconscious roll against the mattress as she typed.

Emma: And how exactly do you see me right now?

Mu Chen: Like someone who enjoys making men lose control. Especially when she’s walking around in those tight dresses.

Emma’s thighs pressed together a little tighter. A slow pulse of heat throbbed between her legs as she replied.

Emma: Careful. Keep talking like that and I might start thinking you’re obsessed with me.

Mu Chen: Maybe I am. Hard not to be when I keep remembering how you look when you ride me.

Emma bit her lower lip. She could feel her nipples tightening against the fabric of her top. Her free hand slid down slowly, resting just above the waistband of her pants as she typed with the other.

Emma: You’re in class right now and you’re thinking about that?

Mu Chen: I’m bored. And you are much better subject than whatever is going on in class.

Emma’s breath hitched. She could already feel herself getting wetter, her folds growing slick as she read his words. She pressed her thighs together more firmly, feeling the growing ache between them.

Emma: You’re really trying to get me worked up while you’re sitting in class, aren’t you?

Mu Chen: Is it working?

Emma didn’t answer immediately. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as her hand slowly slipped lower, brushing over the front of her pants. She could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs.

Emma: Maybe. My thighs are pressed together right now. Happy?

Mu Chen: Not really. I’d be happier if those thighs were around my head instead.

Emma let out a soft, involuntary moan under her breath. Her fingers pressed a little harder against the fabric between her legs as she typed.

Emma: You’re such a tease.

Mu Chen: You love it.

Emma stared at the message, her breathing heavier now. She could feel how wet she was getting, the fabric of her panties starting to cling to her. After a moment, she replied.

Emma: What lecture is going on in class? You seemed quite bored.

Mu Chen: History.

Emma actually laughed out loud at that, though her voice came out slightly breathless.

Emma: History? No wonder you’re bored. So why don’t you come to my room instead?

Mu Chen: Oh? What’s this seductress planning to do with her student?

Emma’s smile turned wicked. She sat up on the bed, her free hand slowly sliding between her thighs and pressing against the damp spot over her clothes as she typed with the other.

Emma: Come after 10 minutes. You’ll know it.

She didn’t wait for his reply. Tapping the screen, she locked the phone and tossed it onto the bed beside her. Her breathing was uneven, and a slow, deliberate heat was building between her legs.

Then she rose from the mattress and walked toward her dresser. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a dress and held it up before herself. The fabric was dark and fitted — the kind that would hug every curve of her body.

"Seductress?" she murmured with a faint, aroused smile. "Then let me show you how I look when I accept that role."

....

Back in class, a faint smile appeared on Mu Chen’s face.

He tapped his phone once more, and it vanished from his hand. Then he returned his attention to the window, patiently waiting for Emma’s ten minutes to pass.

A bird was circling through the sky outside. Mu Chen found watching it far more interesting than listening to Logan lecture about people who had died long ago.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Without drawing the slightest attention, Mu Chen disappeared from his seat. No one noticed, and no one would question his absence.

The next moment, he appeared directly inside Emma’s room.

Seated casually on the edge of her bed, his gaze lifted—and the sight before him was truly captivating.