Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Professor Jean Grey R18

Grey-Summers residence. Night, 1 am.

Inside the study room, Jean Grey sat at her desk, surrounded by scattered papers and open books.

The red-haired woman was wearing a loose white shirt that reached just to the middle of her thighs — the top two buttons were undone, giving a clear view of the soft curve of her breasts and the deep valley between them.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and every time she moved, the fabric shifted, teasingly brushing against her skin. A simple black panty hugged her hips, the dark colour standing out sharply against her smooth, pale skin, adding to her lazy, seductive appearance.

"Just a few more questions and I’ll be done with this..." Jean murmured to herself, rubbing her temple as she stared at the papers in front of her.

At that moment, a figure appeared out of thin air, letting out a low chuckle. "Talking to yourself again, Jean?"

He was Mu Chen.

Jean lifted her head at the sound of his voice. The moment her eyes landed on him, a warm smile appeared on her face. She didn’t look surprised, almost as though she had been half-expecting him.

"No more than usual," she replied softly as she pushed herself out of the chair and made her way toward him.

Mu Chen who was now sitting on couch, had his eyes stayed on her the entire time. He watched as her loose shirt swayed gently with each step, revealing more of her thighs.

Jean sat down on his left side and leaned into him comfortably, her soft, heavy tits pressing warmly against his chest.

"So, how was your day?" she asked, voice already low and sultry.

Mu Chen wrapped an arm around her, his hand slowly rubbing her back as he answered with a smile.

"Spent some time with Sue in morning. Then I had class, but the history lecture was boring, so I left early and went to Emma instead. And now I’m here with you."

Jean let out a quiet laugh, clearly amused by how casually he listed his day of having sex with different women.

Mu Chen’s hand slowly slid lower from her back. As her loose white shirt rode up, his palm moved over the smooth curve of her ass, fingers lightly tracing the edge of her black panty before slipping underneath to grope the bare, warm cheek, squeezing possessively.

"And what about you...?" he asked, his voice low and casual, though his hand was already stroking her ass in slow, lazy motions, fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh.

"Mmmmmhh..." Jean let out a soft purr before shifting her thighs across his legs, spreading them just enough to invite more.

Mu Chen moved his other hand onto her thighs, slowly gliding over her smooth skin, fingertips brushing higher and higher toward the heat between them.

As one of the most gorgeous women, she truly had one of the best legs.

"After how we fucked whole night..." she murmured, her voice a little husky, "I was too sore to move in the morning. So, I had to take leave from school today."

No one in the outside world would ever believe it. To everyone, Jean Grey had always been the perfect, noble woman and wife. But this powerful telepath was far from the flawless image people held of her.

The regal act she maintained in front of everyone, including her husband, was just that: an act. A very well-maintained act, but still ultimately an act.

Last night, the redhead and Mu Chen had engaged in taboo sex for hours on her marital bed, right beside her oblivious husband, all thanks to Mu Chen’s powers keeping Scott completely unaware.

He had railed her married cunt raw, pounding her into the mattress and flooding her womb with thick cum while Scott slept right there, completely cucked and clueless.

Mu Chen cupped her plump ass through the thin black fabric, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he gave it a slow, firm squeeze, kneading it hard enough to make her hips twitch.

"Didn’t he ask for reason, when you took leave?" he asked while groping her ass now, spreading her cheeks and letting his fingers brush against the damp crotch of her panties from behind.

Jean’s hand slid down from his chest, moving lower until her palm rested over his groin. She gave him a light, teasing press through his pants as she answered, feeling his thick cock throb and swell under her touch.

"He did. I told him I was tired... because of working till late night."

Mu Chen turned his head slightly so their faces were only inches apart. He could feel her warm breath against his lips as he looked at her with a small, knowing smirk.

"Well... you didn’t lie." He said, the only difference was that she was tired because of getting her married cunt ruined and creampied beneath him all night.

Jean’s fingers gave another slow, teasing press against the growing hardness in his pants. A faint, almost shy smile touched her lips as she answered, her voice soft but carrying that familiar undercurrent of filth.

"I know... after all, I am a good wife."

Before Mu Chen could reply, Jean’s other hand reached up and yanked his face down. Their mouths crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss. Lips parted instantly as their tongues met, sliding and twisting against each other with growing heat.

Jean sucked on his tongue before letting him do the same, both of them losing themselves in the wet, messy rhythm.

Mu Chen pulled her forward until she was straddling his lap. Jean shifted comfortably, wrapping one arm around his neck while her other hand slid into his hair, fingers gripping and tugging lightly at the strands as she kissed him deeper.

"Mmmrph... ummmm..."

Their tongues moved together in a slow dance — sucking, licking, and exploring each other’s mouths without any rush.

Mu Chen knew exactly how she liked it. He kissed her with that perfect mix of dominance and hunger that always made her melt, and it sent a visible shiver down the sultry red haired woman’s body.

Jean started grinding her ass against his cock, rolling her hips in slow circles as she felt him getting harder beneath her. The thin fabric of her black panties and his pants did little to hide how turned on they both were.

After a few minutes, they finally broke the kiss. Jean was breathing heavier than Mu Chen, her chest rising and falling as she looked at him with hazy eyes.

Mu Chen smirked against her lips. "A little hungry, are we?"

"You have no idea," Jean said, her green eyes filled with intense desire as she quickly started stripping him. Mu Chen lifted his arms as she pulled his shirt off, fighting the urge to just rip it off him.

"It was torture sitting here dealing with grading papers and endless school event planning," she said as she ran her hands along his fit torso, enjoying the heat of his body.

She wasn’t afraid to admit that she was completely addicted to this man who wasn’t her husband.

"Sounds awful," Mu Chen said with a small grin. "And all without your favourite student to distract you."

As he spoke, he reached for her shirt and started unbuttoning it. Once the last button came undone, he pushed it off her shoulders and tossed it aside, exposing her large, bare breasts.

Mu Chen brought both hands up and cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly before giving them a firm, deliberate squeeze. His thumbs brushed over her nipples.

"But you’re slacking off in your duties, Professor Grey. How am I supposed to get a decent education?"

"The way you keep talking to me mentally in class instead of focusing, you’re already getting a failing grade.... either way," Jean said, her breath hitching at the end as he squeezed her breasts and brushed over her sensitive nipples at the same time.

She had always loved the way he knew her body so well — even his smallest touches and caresses left her completely aroused.

"I’ll make it up with extra credit," Mu Chen said with a smirk.

He leaned down and started kissing along her collarbone before moving to her breasts. He kissed, licked, and bit the soft flesh, leaving faint marks on her pale skin.

"Ahhh~... mmhh~... nnghh~..." Jean’s head tilted back giving him more space, her fingers sliding into his hair as she let out another shaky moan.

Mu Chen pressed his face between her breasts and motorboated them roughly, shaking his head while squeezing them together. Jean moaned louder and pushed his head deeper into her soft flesh.

"Ahhn~... ohhhh~... yes~...play with my boobs baby~..."

Her hands rubbed and gripped his hair tightly while her ass kept grinding down on his hard cock.

Mu Chen started playing with her breasts more aggressively. He fondled them hard, lifted them up, and squeezed them together before dragging his tongue over her nipples.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, slurping loudly, then moved to the other, biting it gently before sucking hard. At the same time, he used his fingers to twerk and pinch her other nipple.

"Ahhh~... nnghh~... ughh yesss keep sucking them~... ohh god~..."

Jean’s juices were dripping down her thighs, soaking the couch beneath her as she kept grinding her soaked pussy against the bulge in his pants.

Mu Chen finally lifted his head, his lips shiny with spit, and looked at her with a smug expression.

"How’s my grade now, Professor?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

"Getting better... but you should pay more attention. You might miss something," Jean said breathily as she lifted her hips in clear invitation, her voice thick with lust.

Mu Chen slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hup. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her soaked black panties and slowly dragged them down her thighs.

"...Take them off," Jean said impatiently as she raised her legs, letting him peel the damp fabric off completely before he tossed it aside onto the floor.

Her clean-shaven pussy, already glistening with slick juices from his earlier attention, was now fully exposed before him.