Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Nasty Jean Grey R18

On this day, Mu Chen teleported straight into the Grey-Summers residence. He found his lover — the red-haired married woman, Jean Grey — standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for her lectures.

Scott Summers was downstairs in the kitchen, completely unaware that his wife’s boyfriend was in their bedroom.

The moment Jean saw Mu Chen’s reflection in the mirror, a smile formed on her lips. Before she could speak, he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Missed me already?" Mu Chen whispered against her ear, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her top. He gave them a firm squeeze, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

"Mmmh... I always do," Jean replied, her breath hitching.

"Mu Chen... Scott is right downstairs," she whispered, though she made no move to pull away.

"I know," he murmured against her neck, pressing his lips to her skin while his hand slid lower. "That’s what makes it fun, isn’t it? I’m not even using my powers to hide us. He could walk in at any moment and see his wife moaning in the arms of his student."

He rubbed her pussy over her long skirt, pressing the fabric firmly against her slowly dampening cunt.

Jean bit her lip, the thought of Scott walking in and catching her like this only made her more aroused. Her pussy clenched as she felt herself getting wetter. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over her clothed pussy.

"Ahhn~... you’re such a perverted boy..." she moaned softly, rocking her hips in sync with his touch.

Mu Chen chuckled against her skin, pressing his fingers harder. "Says the woman who’s already getting wet for me. Look at you, Jean... your body’s so fucking honest."

He kept teasing her without mercy — squeezing her breast with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. Jean’s breathing grew heavier, and her hips began subtly grinding against his fingers as soft, desperate moans slipped from her lips.

"Mmmhh~... Mu Chen... fuck~..." she moaned quietly, her head falling back against his shoulder. "I’m getting close... ahhn~... Mu Chen, I’m so close~..."

Just as her legs started to tremble and her orgasm was about to crash over her, Mu Chen suddenly pulled his hands away. He gave her a teasing wink through the mirror before disappearing in an instant.

Jean stood there, panting heavily, her body shaking with unfulfilled need. Her pussy throbbed painfully between her legs, and her nipples were stiff and aching against her top.

"Fucking Scoundrel..." she cursed under her breath, gripping the edge of the dresser. Her voice was low but thick with frustration and lust. "That little rascal... leaving me like this again. I swear, I’m going to make him pay for this."

Jean took a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but the ache between her legs only made her more determined.

This time, the horny red-haired woman had no intention of letting him get away with teasing her like that. She was going to get her revenge on her lover.

...

Later that day, Mu Chen and Henry McCoy were playing a casual game of pool in the rec room. Jean was also there, seated on one of the couches at the side, quietly watching them play.

As Mu Chen lined up his next shot, Jean’s voice suddenly echoed inside his mind through their telepathic link.

"You know... I’d suck your cock right now."

Mu Chen’s hand paused mid-shot. For a brief second, but he didn’t look in her direction. He knew exactly what she was doing.

She was still worked up from the morning — still frustrated from being left on edge — and now she was trying to get under his skin.

Instead of reacting, Mu Chen simply continued with his shot, deciding to stay quiet and see just how far the red-haired married woman would go to get back at her lover.

Mmm, I love sucking your big, thick cock. I could come over there right now, unzip your pants, drop to my knees, and wrap my lips around you. I’d suck you so deep until you cum straight down my throat.

Mu Chen’s grip on the cue tightened. He glanced at Jean, and despite himself, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He always loves it when she talked filthy like this.

Jean caught his look and gave him the most innocent smile she could manage, slowly crossing her legs while subtly tugging her skirt higher up her thighs, giving him a teasing flash of skin.

Or... you could just come over here, pull me to the edge of the pool table, and fuck me right now. I’m so fucking wet for you, Mu Chen. Can’t you feel how soaked I am?

She uncrossed her legs and watched with satisfaction as his jaw clenched and the bulge in his pants became more obvious.

I’m not even wearing panties, baby. You could just push my skirt up and I’d be bare and dripping for you. I’d love it if you licked up the inside of my thigh... maybe bit me a little.

Mu Chen let out a low, rough groan under his breath, as he heard horny red-haired woman’s voice back-to-back in his mind.

Then I want you to bury your face between my legs and eat my cunt like you’re starving for it. I love when you fuck me with your tongue, Mu Chen. It makes me lose my fucking mind.

Henry McCoy looked up from the table. "Everything alright, Mu Chen? You’ve been staring at that shot for a while."

"Yeah, I was just thinking of a better angle to score," Mu Chen replied to Beast, though that was far from the truth.

In reality, he had already decided that if Jean teased him one more time, he would accept defeat and let her win this little game. His cock was now throbbing painfully inside his pants, straining hard against the fabric as if it wanted to tear its way out.

He looked at Jean and sent a message straight into her mind. "Damm, Jean... you’re making it really fucking hard to focus right now."

As if on cue, he completely missed his shot. The cue ball went wide, and Henry burst out laughing.

Jean’s mental voice returned, even filthier than before.

Oh really? Because right now, all I can think about is you sucking on my clit... flicking that tongue just the way I like. That would make me come so hard, baby.

And when I start coming, I want you to push your fingers into my cunt. I know you love feeling me squeeze your fingers, and then you could lick my taste off--

Mu Chen threw the cue stick onto the table with a sharp clatter. In the next second, he teleported Henry McCoy somewhere in the academy, wiping out memory so he wouldn’t remember anything about the game.

Without another word, Mu Chen turned and stalked toward Jean, who was still lounging on the couch with a smug little smile on her face. He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her clean off the couch like she weighed nothing, and carried her straight to the pool table.