Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Teasing Jean Grey

Mu Chen climbed on top of her on the desk. Jean was still twitching beneath him, her body occasionally jerking with small aftershocks. Her black-stockinged legs were spread limply on either side of him, the sheer fabric damp and clinging to her thighs.

He leaned down and kissed her. Jean’s lips parted instinctively, and she kissed him back without thinking. It was slow and messy at first, their tongues sliding against each other. Mu Chen’s hands slid up her open blouse and found her breasts. He squeezed them firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh while his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples.

Jean moaned softly into his mouth. Her body was too sensitive, and even this gentle squeezing sent sparks through her. After a while, she turned her head slightly and broke the kiss, breathing hard.

She looked up at him with a complicated expression. Her face was still flushed, eyes slightly unfocused. She was a married woman. She had a husband. And yet here she was — lying half-naked on her office desk, her pussy still leaking another man’s cum, her body marked with bites and handprints.

She couldn’t deny the desire she still felt for Mu Chen. It was wrong. It was shameful. But the satisfaction running through her body was something she had never felt before.

Mu Chen kept playing with her breasts, squeezing and kneading them slowly while looking down at her. Jean suddenly let out a small, tired laugh.

Mu Chen raised an eyebrow. "What happened, Professor?"

Jean looked away for a second, then back at him. Her voice was soft and a little hoarse.

"I never thought we would do something like this... and that too, just after meeting."

Mu Chen kept massaging her breasts, his fingers gently pinching her nipples.

"And what do you think?" he asked. "Are you regretting it?"

Jean didn’t answer. Instead, she slowly moved her hand up and ran her fingers through his hair. She didn’t pull him away. She just kept touching him while he continued playing with her chest.

She felt guilty. She knew she had cheated on her husband in the worst way possible. But she also couldn’t deny how good it had felt. She had never been fucked like that before. Never been made to cum so many times in a row. Never felt this kind of raw, overwhelming pleasure.

Mu Chen shifted slightly on top of her. His still-hard cock brushed against her sensitive, cum-filled pussy. Jean’s breath hitched at the contact.

She looked at him and said quietly, "You’re still hard..."

Mu Chen gave her a small, dangerous smile.

"I have never-ending stamina," he said. "Do you want to try again, Professor?"

Jean shuddered beneath him. Just one round with him had already turned her into a moaning, squirting mess. The thought of him fucking her non-stop made her stomach twist with both fear and a twisted kind of excitement.

She was exhausted. Her body was weak, her mind foggy after seven or eight orgasms. They were still in her office. She couldn’t handle any more right now.

"Let me rest little rascal, are you trying to kill me?" Jean replied in a soft, coquettish tone.

Mu Chen let out a low chuckle. He shifted slightly and brought both hands up to her breasts. Without breaking eye contact, he pinched both her nipples at the same time, rolling them slowly and firmly between his fingers.

"You were screaming like you wanted to die on my cock a few minutes ago."

Jean’s back arched as a shaky moan escaped her lips. Her nipples were still extremely sensitive from everything he had done to them.

"Ahh— Don’t... twist them like that right now... I’m still sensitive..."

Instead of stopping, Mu Chen leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, then bit down gently before pulling back.

At the same time, one of his hands slid down between her legs. He lazily dragged two fingers over her cum-filled slit, spreading the mess.

"This pussy..." His fingers rubbed slowly over her swollen, messy folds. "...is still leaking my load. You’re not as tired as you’re pretending to be."

Jean bit her lip, trying to hold back another moan as his fingers played with her sensitive cunt.

"I am tired... you bastard. My legs feel like jelly."

Mu Chen’s other hand moved down to grab one of her ass cheeks. He squeezed it firmly, spreading her slightly as he spoke.

"These legs were shaking so nicely when I was balls-deep in your womb. You looked so pretty getting bred."

Jean let out a soft moan. Her hand slowly slid up his chest, fingers tracing over his skin.

"...You really like talking dirty, don’t you?"

Mu Chen leaned in and kissed her slowly, deeply. His tongue slid against hers before he gently bit her lower lip, tugging on it.

"Only because you get wetter every time I do. Admit it."

Jean kissed him back for a few seconds, her lips moving lazily against his. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was soft against his mouth.

"...Maybe a little."

Mu Chen shifted his hips and slowly ground his still-hard cock against her sensitive, cum-slick pussy — not pushing inside, just rubbing the thick length along her folds in a slow, teasing motion.

"A little’? Your cunt is twitching against my cock right now. Greedy thing."

"Stop teasing... You are making me horny and I really can’t take another round right now." Jean gasped softly. Her hips moved on their own for a brief second before she forced herself to stop.

Mu Chen didn’t stop touching her. He squeezed both her breasts together and leaned down again, sucking on her nipples with slow, wet pulls and leaving fresh red marks on her soft skin.

"Don’t worry, I will make you used to this." he chuckled.

Jean let out a tired but genuine small laugh. Her fingers gently ran through his hair as he continued playing with her chest. "You’re insane... We’ve only known each other for what? An hour?"

Mu Chen looked up at her while still lazily sucking and licking her nipples. "And look at you now. Tits covered in my marks, womb full of my cum, and still letting me touch you. You work fast, Professor."

"...Shut up." Jean blushed, but she didn’t look away.

"Make me." Mu Chen’s hands slid down to her ass again. He grabbed both cheeks and spread them while slowly grinding his cock against her.

"...You’re dangerous." Jean pulled him down into another slow, deep kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as he kept fondling her, their bodies pressed close together.

"And you love it." Mu Chen broke the kiss just enough to speak against her lips, his voice low and rough.

Jean stayed quiet for a moment, her fingers still gently playing with his hair. When she finally answered, her voice was almost shy.

"...Maybe I do."

Mu Chen finally pulled back from the kiss, though his hands remained on her body for a few more seconds, lazily squeezing her breasts one last time. Jean’s breathing was still uneven as she looked up at him.

Without saying anything, Mu Chen simply thought for a second — and just like that, his clothes reappeared on his body, neat and perfect, as if nothing had happened.

Jean slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position on the desk. Her black-stockinged legs felt weak as she carefully slid off the desk and tried to stand. The moment her feet touched the floor, she noticed it.

A large, shiny puddle of her juices was on the floor right beneath the chair she had been sitting on earlier. It was obvious and messy, glistening under the office light. Jean stared at it for a second, her face heating up as she realized just how much she had squirted during everything that happened.

She looked down at her panties, which were still lying on the floor where she had kicked them aside earlier. A small wave of relief passed through her. At least she had stepped out of them before things got too intense.

If she hadn’t, she would’ve been walking around without any panties, with Mu Chen’s cum and her own juices dripping down her thighs with every step.

Her body still felt sensitive. Her pussy was sore and leaking, her inner thighs sticky, and her legs trembled slightly as she stood.

The marks on her breasts were visible even under her open blouse, and she could feel the dull ache in her womb from how roughly he had fucked her.

Mu Chen leaned against the desk, watching her with an amused expression.

"Having trouble standing, Professor?" he asked, his tone teasing. "Or are you just admiring the mess you made?"

Jean shot him a look, though her face was still flushed.

"...You hateful brat," she muttered, bending down slowly to pick up her panties. Even that small movement made more of his cum leak out of her, and she had to press her thighs together for a moment.

Mu Chen chuckled.

"You really made a mess on your own office floor. Look at that puddle. I didn’t know you could squirt that much."

Jean glanced at the floor again and bit her lip. The heavy, musky scent of sex still lingered strongly in the room — the smell of sweat, cum, and her own arousal was impossible to ignore.

She bent down and picked up her panties from the floor. As she carefully stepped into them one leg at a time, more of Mu Chen’s thick cum leaked out of her swollen pussy and ran down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails.

Jean let out a quiet, shaky breath the moment she started pulling the panties up. The second the thin fabric touched her sensitive, cum-filled cunt, it immediately began soaking up the mess.

"Fuck..." she muttered under her breath, pausing halfway as she adjusted the panties over her hips. "It’s already so wet..."

Mu Chen chuckled.

"Having trouble down there, Professor?"

Jean shot him a look while trying to smooth the panties properly. The fabric was already clinging uncomfortably to her swollen folds, and she could feel his cum smearing against the crotch with every small movement.

"You came so much," she said, her voice slightly breathy. "It’s still leaking out... and now my panties are soaked."

She pressed her thighs together for a moment, trying to contain the mess, but it only made the wet fabric press more firmly against her sensitive pussy. A small shiver ran through her.

Mu Chen’s smirk widened.

"You looked like you enjoyed every drop of it. Now you’re complaining?"

Jean reached for her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. The fabric stuck slightly to her damp thighs, and she had to adjust it carefully, knowing full well that the back of her skirt was brushing against the mess between her legs.

"I’m not complaining," she muttered, still adjusting her skirt. "I’m just... trying to look decent before I leave this office. I can’t exactly walk around like this."

She shifted her weight again and immediately felt another thick drop of cum leak out of her, further ruining her already soaked panties.

Mu Chen tilted his head, clearly amused.

"Too late for that, don’t you think? You’re standing there with my cum leaking down your thighs, trying to fix your skirt like a proper professor. It’s almost cute."

Jean’s face burned. She looked at him while still trying to make herself look presentable.

"You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"A little," Mu Chen admitted with a smirk. "It’s not every day I get to watch a respected professor struggle to put her panties back on after getting her womb filled on her own desk."

Jean let out a small, embarrassed breath and pressed her thighs together again. The wet fabric of her panties clung to her pussy with every movement, and she could already feel how messy it was becoming.

"...You’re such an asshole," she muttered, though there was no real anger in her voice.

Finishing adjusting her skirt, she turned and walked toward him, her steps slow and slightly unsteady.

She stopped right in front of him and leaned in, clearly intending to kiss him. Mu Chen tilted his head down to meet her halfway, but just as their lips were about to touch, Jean suddenly pulled back with a small chuckle. She turned around, giving him her back.

"Little rascal... so greedy," she said, her tone teasing and coquettish. She reached up and touched the strap of her bra, which was still hanging loosely off one shoulder. "Help me hook my bra first."

Mu Chen raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her sudden playful resistance.

She was clearly enjoying this small moment of control — teasing him after being so thoroughly dominated just minutes ago. It gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.

Mu Chen didn’t answer with words. Instead, he suddenly reached out, gripped her waist firmly, and pulled her back against him. Jean let out a small yelp as her back pressed into his chest.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, kissing it slowly before biting her earlobe.

"I’m only responsible for taking your clothes off," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and teasing.

Jean shivered at the feeling of his mouth on her neck and ear. She turned her head slightly, still trying to act coquettish. She pressed a soft kiss on his jaw, then another on his lips.

"Please..." she whispered again, her tone sweeter this time. "Just hook it for me..."

Mu Chen stared at her for a second, then let out a quiet chuckle.

"Only this time," he said.

Jean smiled, clearly pleased, and nodded.

Mu Chen’s hand slid inside her open blouse from behind. He found the loose straps of her bra and easily hooked it back in place. But instead of stopping there, his hands moved to the front. He cupped both of her breasts over the bra, squeezing them slowly and deliberately.

Jean let out a soft moan as his palms pressed against her sensitive, marked skin. Mu Chen didn’t stop. He continued fondling her through the bra, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, squeezing and playing with her tits while she stood in front of him.

"Mmhh..." Jean moaned again, her body leaning back against him. "You said only hooking..."

Mu Chen gave her breasts another firm squeeze before finally letting go.

"I did hook it," he said with a smirk, his hands still resting on her waist. "I just helped adjust it too."

Jean turned her head to look at him, her cheeks still flushed, but there was a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She gently pushed his hands away and stepped forward. First, she buttoned up her blouse, covering her marked breasts. Then she walked over to her chair, opened the drawer, and took out a small mirror.

She stood in front of the mirror and began fixing her hair with her fingers.

As she looked at her reflection, her mind drifted back to how she must have looked just a little while ago — skirt yanked up to her waist, panties lying on the floor, her pussy dripping and swollen, blouse wide open with her bra hanging loosely off one shoulder, her heavy breasts spilling out, covered in bite marks and red handprints.

She slowly touched her neck, where fresh bite marks and hickeys were clearly visible. Looking at herself now, she felt a strange, deep sensation — as if she had been thoroughly claimed.

She should have felt guilt. She was still someone’s wife. She hadn’t forgotten that. But instead of guilt, what she felt was a strong, undeniable desire for whatever was going to happen between them in the coming days.

She continued fixing her hair in silence for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Can you remove the marks?" she asked, glancing at him through the mirror. "You can do it with your powers, right?"

Mu Chen raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"Why should I?" he asked, tilting his head. "They look good on you."

Jean turned around to face him properly, her expression slightly pleading.

"Please... only the ones on my neck. I am not asking for others."

She paused for a moment, then added in a quieter voice, "I don’t want anyone to know about... this. About us."

She was still a wife. She hadn’t forgotten that fact, no matter how good everything had felt.

Mu Chen stepped closer and pulled her toward him by her waist. He looked down at her with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"And what kind of relationship do we have, Professor?" he asked.

Mu Chen’s smirk deepened.

"If you don’t answer," he said, leaning in slightly, "I won’t remove the marks."

Jean looked at his face and immediately understood — he was in a teasing mood again. She let out a small sigh, but there was a faint smile on her lips as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his jaw.

She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged it slowly, stretching the soft flesh before letting it slip free with a wet little sound. Her mouth stayed close, brushing against his as she answered in that low, hoarse, post-sex voice.

"...Your favourite married professor," Jean murmured, the words warm and teasing against his lips. "The one whose cunt you just ruined on her own desk. The one who’s still leaking your cum down her thighs while she asks you to hide your marks."

She nipped his lip again, softer this time, then soothed it with the tip of her tongue before pulling back just enough to look at him through her lashes.

"You are such a tease," Mu Chen’s said as hands stayed on her waist, thumbs stroking slow circles over the fabric of her blouse.

"I should be saying that to you," Jean rolled her eyes in cute manner, and replied.

Mu Chen didn’t make her wait. The fresh bite marks and dark hickeys faded under his power, the skin smoothing back to unmarked, flawless pale flesh like nothing had ever touched her there. Only the faint, pleasant ache remained.

Jean reached up and touched her neck with her fingertips, feeling the clean skin. A small, satisfied sound left her throat.

She leaned in again, this time pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, then another right at the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, little rascal," she whispered, the words soft and genuine even as her body stayed pressed close to his. "Now no one will know what you did to me in here."

Her sensitive nipples brushed against his chest through the blouse with every breath, still tender from his mouth and fingers.

Mu Chen’s hands slid lower, cupping her ass through the skirt and squeezing the plump flesh once, firmly, possessively.

"They won’t know," he agreed, voice low and amused. "But you will. Every time you sit down. Every time you feel my cum leaking out of this greedy married cunt."

Jean let out a shaky little laugh, half embarrassed, half turned on. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she stayed right there, forehead resting lightly against his, her fingers playing with the front of his shirt.

"...You’re going to be trouble," she said quietly.

Mu Chen tilted his head and caught her lower lip this time, sucking on it gently before releasing it.

"Already am," he murmured. "And you love it."

Jean’s answer was another slow, lazy kiss, her body melting against him for a few more seconds. Mu Chen’s palm slid down and gave her ass a lazy squeeze through the fabric, fingers digging in possessively.

Jean let out a soft breath against his neck.

"You’re new transfer student," she murmured, voice still husky. "I should have given you your dorm assignment after the psychic evaluation but—"

She didn’t finish, only let out blush because whatever happened after that had been amazing experience and roller coaster ride of pleasure for them.

Jean cheeks burned, she reached up and smoothed her fingers through his hair again, the gesture almost tender. At the same time, she cleared her throat, trying to sound like the professor she was supposed to be.

"West Wing. Third floor. Room 312. It’s one of the larger single rooms — corner, good view of the... gardens."

Her voice wavered on the last word because Mu Chen had started rocking her hips against him in slow, deliberate little rolls. His still-hard cock dragged along the front of her skirt, pressing right against the mess between her legs.

Jean bit her lip.

"Stop that," she whispered, even as her hips gave one helpless little push back. "I’m trying to be professional now."

"It’s hard to control, when such a beautiful milf is in my arms," Mu Chen chuckled low against her ear.

Before she could answer, the final bell rang through the school — deep, resonant, signalling the end of the day. The sound echoed down the hallways outside her office. Students would be heading back to the dorms now. The building would start emptying.

Jean’s eyes flicked toward the closed door for half a second, then back to him.

She leaned in and kissed him again.

This one was slower, deeper, lazier than before. Her tongue slid against his in a wet, unhurried glide. She sucked gently on his lower lip, then let him push back into her mouth, their tongues stroking together while her hands curled into the front of his shirt.

Mu Chen kissed her like he had all the time in the world, one hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, the other staying on her ass and squeezing the plump cheek in firm, rhythmic pulses.

Jean moaned softly into his mouth — a low, throaty sound — as his fingers dug deeper into her ass.

When they finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva stretched between their lips for a second before it snapped.

Jean’s breathing was uneven. Her lips were swollen and shiny.

Mu Chen looked down at her with that calm, dark gaze.

Then his hand came down on her ass in a sharp, firm smack.

The sound was loud in the quiet office.

Jean gasped, her body jolting forward against him. The plump flesh of her ass rippled under the skirt from the impact, and the sting bloomed hot across her skin.

"Mm— you bastard," she breathed, but there was no real heat in it. Her voice was soft, almost fond.

Mu Chen gave the same cheek another squeeze, rubbing the spot he’d just spanked.

He stepped back, letting his hands slide off her body. Jean immediately felt the loss of his warmth. She watched, still slightly unsteady on her legs, as he walked to the door with that same unhurried confidence. He didn’t look back until he reached it.

Then he glanced over his shoulder, eyes meeting hers one last time.

"Don’t keep missing me, Professor. Or else your husband would get upset."

Jean stood there long after the door closed, one hand still pressed to the warm sting on her ass. The mention of her husband made something twist low in her belly.

Her sore pussy clenched on instinct, pushing out another thick, warm rush of Mu Chen’s cum that soaked deeper into her ruined panties and slid slowly down her inner thigh.