Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Emma Frost R18

Mu Chen drifted out of Jean Grey’s office with the unhurried pace of a man who had nowhere to be and no one to impress.

He cut through the thinning crowd of students, hands in his pockets, descending the broad stone steps of the main building. The late afternoon sun hung low, painting the academy grounds in gold and amber.

He followed a paved path toward the residential dormitories, idly considering whether he should make his bed levitate permanently just to save himself the effort of lying down.

Two figures stood near the path ahead, half-silhouetted against the light, engaged in conversation.

"—the readings are anomalous, Emma," Hank McCoy was saying, his blue, furry form hunched with scholarly concern as he gestured with a tablet. "Cerebro detected a faint, widespread reality distortion this morning."

Emma Frost, standing with Beast. She was dressed in a tight white dress that clung to her thick body like it was painted on, the fabric stretched obscenely over her fat tits and wide hips. Her heavy breasts strained against the low neckline, while the dress hugged her plump ass so tightly it looked ready to rip.

A luxurious white fur coat hung off her shoulders, doing nothing to hide how vulgarly her curves were on display. She looked expensive, dangerous, and fuckable all at once.

She looked bored in the way only the extremely wealthy and extremely dangerous could manage. "Perhaps your machine needs recalibration, Henry. Not everything is a cosmic threat."

"I hope you’re right," Beast replied, unconvinced.

Mu Chen walked toward them, his footsteps silent, his presence still wrapped in that peculiar quality of being unremarkable to most observers. To the students who passed, he was just another new face. To the wind, he was just another body moving through it.

As he passed through two senior X-Members, Beast noticed him first. The blue mutant’s large ears twitched, and he turned, his sharp eyes focusing on the young man approaching with lazy indifference. Recognition clicked behind his glasses.

"Ah!" Beast called out, raising a hand. "You there—Mu Chen, yes? The transfer student!"

Mu Chen turned his head; expression arranged into mild curiosity. "That’s me. You’re the guy who does the science stuff, right?"

Hank McCoy blinked, then chuckled, a rumbling sound. "I suppose that is one way of putting it. Dr. Henry McCoy. And this is—"

"Emma Frost," Emma said, not waiting for an introduction. Her voice was cool, crystalline, and she had turned to face him fully.

For Beast, Mu Chen looked like a perfectly ordinary, if notably composed, young transfer student. Neat clothes, neutral expression, the kind of face one might describe as "pleasant" and forget ten minutes later.

But saw something else entirely.

To her, Mu Chen didn’t look ordinary at all. He looked dangerously attractive — the kind of man who could ruin someone without even trying.

His face was sharp, his presence heavy, and something about the way he carried himself made her pulse quicken. She felt it immediately — a slow, warm pull low in her stomach. Her thighs pressed together slightly without her realizing it.

She didn’t smile. Emma Frost rarely smiled at people she just met. But her eyes stayed locked on him, sharp and openly interested, with a clear glint of hunger behind them.

She looked at him like she was already imagining what he would feel like between her legs.

Mu Chen hadn’t suppressed his charm for her. He found her interesting enough to let her see him clearly — and the effect was immediate.

"I was just about to find you, actually," Beast continued, oblivious to the sudden shift in the atmosphere. He tapped his tablet. "Standard academy procedure—all new students undergo a comprehensive medical intake. Blood samples, hair follicles, a cheek swab, perhaps a cellular scan. Nothing invasive."

"We simply need to map the specifics of your mutation so the instructors can tailor your curriculum. We can’t have you accidentally blowing up the chemistry lab because your DNA reacts poorly to Bunsen burners." He added, so this new transfer student can be at ease.

Mu Chen looked at him. "A medical test."

"Precisely! A formality, really. I was scheduled to conduct it myself this evening in the lab."

A sharp beeping cut through the air. Beast’s tablet flashed red, and a voice crackled from the comm unit at his belt. "Beast, this is the Bridge. Sentinel signatures detected twelve miles north, sector four. Cyclops and Storm are already en route, but we need you on the jet five minutes ago. It’s a manufacturing facility—heavy ordnance."

Beast muttered a scientific curse under his breath.

"Sentinels. Of course. Today of all days." He looked at Mu Chen, then at Emma, his expression apologetic. "I’m afraid I must deploy immediately. Emma, would you be willing to handle the intake procedure?

Emma’s eyes had not left Mu Chen. Since the beginning.

"Of course," she said smoothly, her voice low and silky. "I’d be happy to... take care of him."

There was something in the way she said it — slow, deliberate, and just a little too intimate. Her gaze dragged over him openly, like she was already undressing him in her mind.

Beast didn’t notice. He simply nodded, already moving. "Excellent. Mu Chen, you’re in good hands."

And then he was gone, leaving the two of them alone on the path.

Emma tilted her head slightly, a slow, dangerous smile forming on her lips as she looked at Mu Chen like he was already hers to play with.

Then without hesitation, she turned and started walking toward the medical lab, every stride made her heavy ass flex and jiggle, the fabric stretching obscenely over plump cheeks and riding up smooth thighs.

"Come. Let’s head to the lab," she said, voice low and silky. "Though I must admit... giving you a medical check-up suddenly feels like a very dangerous idea."

Mu Chen fell into step beside her, hands tucked casually in his pockets. "Dangerous how?"

Emma glanced at him sideways, eyes dragging down his body before returning to his face. "Because I’m already wondering how you’d look with ruining me."

Mu Chen kept walking at the same unhurried pace. "You don’t waste time, do you?"

Emma smirked, the motion making her heavy breasts shift inside the low neckline of her dress. "I don’t see the point in pretending. You’ve been making my cunt wet since the moment I saw you. Why should I act shy about it?"

Her voice had dropped, turning husky and rough. Her massive tits swayed and bounced, stiff nipples pressing thick against the thin material.

"Most women at least try to be subtle," he replied.

She smirked, but the expression looked strained. "I’m not most women. And you’re not most students. So, tell me... are you always this calm when a woman tells you she wants to get fucked by you?"

Mu Chen kept his eyes forward. "Only when I know she’s going to beg for it later."

Emma’s steps faltered for half a second. A low, throaty moan slipped out of her before she could stop it. Her fat ass clenched tight, the motion pulling the dress even tighter across her cheeks.

"Cocky," she breathed, the word coming out almost like a whimper. "I like that. But I wonder if you can actually back it up. Or are you all talk?"

He turned his head just enough to meet her eyes. "Keep talking and I’ll show you how serious I am. Right here in the hallway if I have to."

She bit down on her lower lip, hard enough that the plump flesh turned white for a second. Her nipples looked painfully stiff now, and the front of her dress was starting to dampen slightly from the heat radiating off her skin.

"Mm. Threatening to fuck me in the middle of the school? That’s bold. I’m almost tempted to let you."

Her thighs kept rubbing together with every step, the wet, sticky slide of soaked skin against soaked skin constant. Her pussy was aching, the swollen folds sliding against each other, her clit stiff and begging for friction.

"You wouldn’t stop me if I bent you over right now, would you?" he asked with teasing smile.

Emma’s voice cracked slightly. "Probably not. My pussy’s already throbbing just from walking next to you. It’s embarrassing how wet I am."

Mu Chen’s gaze dropped to her thighs, catching the shiny trails glistening there in the afternoon light. "Good. I want you dripping by the time we reach the lab."

She let out a shaky exhale that was half moan. "You’re doing a very good job of that."

The dress was clinging more obviously now between her legs, a dark, wet patch visible at the crotch where her arousal had soaked through completely. Her plump ass swayed heavily, the motion hypnotic.

"Keep walking like that and I might not wait till we reach the lab," Mu Chen said, his tone dropping even lower. "I’ll just pull you into the nearest empty room and fuck you against the wall."

Emma’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. She glanced at him, her breathing uneven. "Don’t tempt me. I’m trying very hard to stay composed right now."

"Why?" he asked. "I like seeing you like this... desperate to get fucked."

She slowed her pace even more, her steps becoming smaller, more careful. "You have no idea how badly I want to drop to my knees and suck your cock right now. Right here."

Mu Chen didn’t slow down. "Then do it. I won’t stop you."

A broken little laugh escaped her, mixed with a desperate whimper. "God... you’re making it very hard to behave. My cunt is aching."

They finally reached the gate to the medical lab and stopped. Mu Chen turned to face her fully. His cock was now a thick, prominent bulge, the fabric of his pants stretched obscenely around the hard length.

Emma stood close to him, closer than before. Her breathing was ragged, her massive tits heaving. The white dress was damp in several places — across her chest where sweat had gathered in her cleavage, and especially between her legs where her ruined panties had soaked through.

Fresh trails of her hot pussy nectar continued to slide down both of her thick thighs now. Her lips were parted, and every exhale came with a soft, needy sound.

"So, Mu Chen... tell me how badly you want to ruin me?" The White Queen said in low and breathy voice.

"Until you are nothing more than a moaning mess, until you keep squirting and cumming on my cock like a needy slut." Mu Chen Chen replied, his dark eyes locked onto hers, which burned with unmistakable hunger. He stepped a bit more closer to her and asked back, "Does that answer satisfy you?"

Emma’s breath hitched sharply at his words. She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with lust

"I wouldn’t have asked for less than that," the White Queen replied in a shaky whisper.

They both stared at each other, the air between them thick with lust and anticipation of what was coming.