I wait patiently as Rogue goes to speak, stopping herself several times as she tries to work out how to word whatever is on her mind. As someone who knows Rogue from the comics and shows, I'm pretty sure I already see where this is going.
"Can you really block other mutants' powers and stop them from working?" Rogue asks hesitantly, a twinge of hope in her tone, but I can also tell she's trying to keep her expectations low. She's been disappointed before.
"Apparently, but to be honest, before today, I've only ever met a single mutant," I admit with a casual shrug. "That's why I'm here, isn't it? To learn about my powers," I say, making her pause before she slowly pulls one of her long gloves off.
"Did the professors tell you about my power?" Rogue asks after a moment of hesitation, holding her exposed hand close to her chest.
"Nope. They didn't tell me anything about you. To be honest, I didn't even know you existed before you came into the office," I respond bluntly, making her sigh.
"I drain people I touch. Everyone I touch, without being able to stop myself. I almost killed my first boyfriend with just a kiss, and I haven't touched anyone since. Can… Can I touch you? Just a little bit to see if your power works on me?" Rogue asks, her tone tinged with both hope and desperation. I don't know how long she's had her powers, but the utter lack of physical contact is obviously troubling for her. "If you feel anything, I'll stop right away. I just want to know if you can nullify my power," Rogue promises, taking a step forward but not entirely closing the distance.
Master, the ideal path to victory with Rogue is to accept and then use the Addictive Touch Eromancy spell; she'll be extremely vulnerable to it.
That would be great, but I don't have any spells at the moment. I don't even know how to get my Eromancy back.
You don't, technically, but I do!
With your permission, I can use it as she touches you.
From a technical standpoint, I shouldn't be allowed to; the Game placed restrictions to stop that... but it relied on Shiro to implement them, and he left them full of loopholes to spite the Game.
How have those two lasted so long together without them killing each other? Never mind, I don't care. You have my permission, Isis, and thank you.
Anytime, Master!
Let her touch you, but only briefly and then be disinterested in allowing her to feel you more; the addiction will take hold. She's dying of thirst, and giving her just a drop of water will make her all the more pliable!
"Sure, I probably need to try out my power anyway. How do you want to do this?" I ask casually, seeing her face light up.
"Just stay still for a moment, and let me know if you feel anything weird," Rogue says with a small, hesitant smile as she takes another step forward. She holds her hand up to my face, lingering in the air as she holds it just an inch away from me.
Taking a deep breath, Rogue moves her hand forwards and gently places it on my cheek with a worried look, watching me carefully for any pain. I just stare back at her with a bored expression.
Isis has activated [Addictive Touch]
After a moment, her face lights up at the realisation that nothing is happening to me and that I am completely fine despite her death touch. She quickly pulls off her other glove and places both her hands on my cheeks, caressing them gently with an almost awe-struck look on her face. Her cheeks grow red as a quiet, almost whimpering noise escapes her.
"Yeah, can't feel a thing besides you groping me," I say with a deadpan tone, making her blush bright red. She still doesn't pull back, enjoying the feeling of touching someone too much.
"I'm sorry. It's just... it's been a long time since I could actually touch someone, and I'd forgotten how it felt," Rogue admits with an embarrassed look on her face.
20 Affection with Anna-Marie (Rogue) [20/100] for letting her grope you.
"I guess I can understand that; it must be a pain. Sorry, but I've had a long day; that room is mine, right?" I ask, pointing to the room that she led me to at the end of the tour, making her frown and hesitate before she nods.
Taking a step back, I move out of her reach with an indifferent look.
"Thanks for the tour, but I'm going to get settled in. Like I said, it's been a long day. Nice meeting you, Rogue. If I stay, I guess we'll be seeing more of each other." I say, watching her eyes widen at the thought of me leaving.
"You still aren't sure about staying?" Rogue asks hesitantly. "What- why are you still undecided?" she asks quickly, her panic clear on her face.
"Well, I can definitely see why this place is needed, but my power is pretty harmless. Sure, some mutants definitely need to learn to control their powers for their safety and everyone else, but I only affect other mutants, so I can live like a human if I want to. I have to decide if I want to get involved with all this or just go back to my normal life," I explain calmly, watching the envy grow on her face. "I'll probably see you in the morning, Rogue," I say with a casual wave as I walk into the room, leaving her behind as she stares after me with an almost longing gaze.
How was that, Isis?
Give it a day without allowing her to touch you, at the very most.
She'll come crawling to you.
Lovely.
So, do I still have Upgrade Quests? My Nullification is insufficient at the moment, and it's my only real weapon at the moment.
Yes! I didn't want to overwhelm you with notifications so I'm trickling the system options in for you as they are needed!
Huh, that makes sense. Thanks, Isis.
The screen in front of me offers a variety of choices, all for upgrading my Nullification.
Please select the desired Upgrade!
Nullify Magic (Allows the nullification of most types of magic)
Nullify Mutate (Allows the nullification of people with powers that aren't inherent to their race, for example, Spider-Man, Green Goblin, Susan Storm, The Thing)
Nullify Tech (Allows the nullification of technologically based powers and incredibly advanced technology, for example, Iron Man, Doctor Octopus)
Lingering Nullification (Allows your nullification to continue to function for a short time after you stop actively nullifying them, which can be upgraded again to increase the time)
Toggled Nullification (Allows you to turn it off, which can be upgraded again so you can allow only specific powers to affect you while blocking all others)
Range Increase [Aura] (Increases the range of your Nullification Aura, which can be upgraded again to increase it even further)
Targeted Nullification (Allows you to nullify people within a short range, even without physical contact, and can be upgraded again to increase the range even further)
So, which is the most important? Not the ability to turn it off. I can maybe see why I would want to since there are plenty of benevolent powers, but I'd rather keep it on for now. I don't want to drop it with so many fucking telepaths around, after all. I'll get it eventually, but it isn't my priority.
Increasing my range or making it linger would be excellent, but again, they aren't my priority.
It's between Targeted, Magic, Tech and Mutate.
Do I think I'll be fighting magic users? Not really. Mutates cover a lot of supervillains and heroes, and I'll probably be more likely to encounter people like that than magic users. Tech is useful as well, but not that important since I don't think I'll be facing that many tech-based people anytime soon.
That being said, the ability to nullify at a distance, even a short one, keeps me further away from the battles, assuming I have to fight at all, which is a reasonable assumption even if I try to avoid it. I'm not that lucky. I've always preferred to fight from a distance, so being able to say fuck you to powers from across the room sounds like the way to go.
Plus, if I get targeted nullification now, it will only make the other upgrades more useful in the long run. As I am now, I need physical contact to nullify people and how the fuck am I supposed to grab people in a world where half the people can fly, and the other half are far faster than me.
Take Spidey, for example. How could I grab him when he can swing through the air and has those ridiculous reflexes? I'm not planning on fighting him, but I need a plan, just in case. Even with the power to nullify his abilities, he'd be too fast for me to stand a chance.
Targeted Nullification chosen
[Nullification Upgrade Quest: Targeted Nullification]
Nullify 100 Power Usages [0/100]
Spend 10 Hours of Nullifying Abilities [0/10]
That's not actually that bad. All I need is someone to train with, which, as it happens, is the entire point of this place. Isn't that convenient? After I get this, I'll probably go for Nullify Mutates and then Nullify Magic unless I get another skill I want to upgrade first.
New York is superhero central; the Sorcerer Supreme lives here (or he will in the future), Spider-Man, the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and then all their villains as well, just for good measure. I need the power to no-sell all the assholes around here if I want to stay.
Hearing a knock on the door, I stop my scheming and move over to open it, giving Ororo a curious look as she gives me a soft smile.
"Hello, Kuro. I was worried that you hadn't had a chance to eat. I imagine you've had a long and rather bizarre day after all." Ororo says kindly, holding a plate of food out.
Now that I think about it, I haven't actually eaten today. I do feel a bit hungry, but I hadn't really noticed. Something about being caught up in a mutant warzone distracted me from my rumbling stomach.
"You're right. I haven't eaten, thanks. Does this place usually come with room service?" I ask with a grin before I can stop myself, watching her stare at me with an unamused look, though I think I catch her lips twitch upwards for the briefest of moments.
"No, it does not. We do have a cafeteria here, but normally, you'd have to go there at the appropriate times or make your own food. Don't get used to this. We like our students to have some independence, so handling your own meals and keeping your room clean would be your responsibility," Ororo says sternly as I take the plate from her.
"Got it, so is there anything else I need to do tonight? I was planning on turning in early; it's been a strange and exhausting day." I say with a shrug. "Tried to take a walk in central park to clear my head, and I got stuck in the middle of a super-powered pissing match instead."
"Technically, you would have gotten stuck between us no matter where you went. Magneto was looking for you, after all. But I certainly see your point, and no, there's nothing else for today. Tomorrow, we can talk more, and we can answer any questions you still have before you decide whether you wish to stay with us. Good night, Kuro," Ororo says kindly, giving me a small wave as she leaves.
"Night, Ororo. I'll see you tomorrow," I say, closing the door and moving to the desk and placing the plate down. I'm not sure what kind of fish this is, but honestly, I'm hungry enough not to give a damn. Food is food.
As I start my meal, I have to admit that the people here seem friendly, and the food is good as well. It doesn't take me long to devour it all, leaving only an empty plate.
Skill Gained
[Drug Resistance Proficiency (Novice)] (Passive)
You have a minor resistance to drugs, able to slightly resist their effects.
Wha- the sudden tiredness that overcomes me makes my head throb slightly as I stand up on shaky legs. I barely manage to take a few steps before I lose the strength to move, aiming my fall, so I collapse on the bed. Motherfuckers.
– Charles Xavier –
Usually, his telepathy would allow him to put Kuro into a deep sleep in a far more natural way, but he needed to adapt to deal with Kuro's immunity to his power.
It was unfortunate, but the fate of mutant-kind depended on this. If the dosage was right, Kuro would simply believe that he'd fallen asleep naturally after a long day, waking up none the wiser. Sometimes, unpleasant things needed to be done in the name of the greater good.
Kuro may just represent the hope of mutant-kind, not that the young man knew it yet.
The… affliction that affected almost all male mutants was not natural. He still didn't know who was responsible, but the data did not lie; someone or something had inflicted this upon their kind in an attempt to wipe out their entire race in a slow but undeniably efficient way.
It was a bioweapon. It acted slowly, as in his youth, he had been fertile, as had Erik. Erik's three children were proof of that, but over the years, they had grown increasingly infertile until they were utterly sterile.
He had always preferred men, but he had been fertile before. Both himself and Erik had assumed that it was something they'd encountered; maybe a mutant whose power had harmed them accidentally or a form of radiation they had stumbled across when they were younger. They had had quite a fee adventures, after all.
But then they'd realised that it wasn't just them. It was every male mutant. They all showed the exact same thing, even ones in different countries who had never been in contact with them.
If Reed Richards was correct, it was a manufactured virus that had infected everyone, no matter their race. It affected only mutants; humans were simply made into carriers for the virus, never knowing what they were carrying. It altered the mental states of male mutants slightly and rendered them utterly infertile, but it had a different effect on female mutants.
It suppressed the mother's X-gene in the embryo, preventing the child from being born a Mutant even if the mother was one. This was why they couldn't just breed with humanity; only baseline humans would be born.
For a mutant to be born, it would require a fertile male mutant to impregnate either a human or a Mutant, which the virus made obviously difficult. Even Logan, who healed from seemingly everything, was fully affected.
If Logan weren't infertile, there would likely be a hundred more Mutants in the world. Logan's mind was one of the few unaffected, after all. If Logan were fertile, he would have repopulated the Mutant race single-handedly by now.
Their best assumption was that the virus had been deployed years ago, and the bioweapon had only been fully activated recently.
Someone was trying to peacefully commit genocide against the Mutant Race, and they had no idea who. It wasn't an attack that they could fight back against, like Trask's obscene sentinel plan that he tried to have approved, but a racial cleansing without a single shot fired.
According to Reed, the bioweapon was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, practically alien in nature and that was a concerning thought. He was well aware that they weren't alone in the universe, but why would an alien species want to kill mutant-kind?
He hadn't heard of a single mutant beyond him meeting an alien species before, so how had they gained the wrath of a species they had likely never met? It was why Erik would never actually kill the X-Men despite their long animosity. They simply could not afford to lose even a single mutant. Every death was a step closer to extinction.
Kuro was showing no signs of the virus; his mind was clearly unaltered from his attraction to both Ororo and Rogue and perhaps most tellingly was what he had found out from his investigations into Kuro's past. He had a friend with whom he shared certain benefits, and he had discovered something that left him in shock. His friend, one Tandy Bowen, had had an abortion. As far as he could tell, unless something had muddled her mind, her only lover had been Kuro.
It seemed impossible, but he had to check. Was Kuro truly fertile? For this, he needed a semen sample, but obviously, he couldn't simply ask the boy for one. Kuro was already on the fence about joining without a strange old man asking him to masturbate into a cup for him.
He could have waited until a later date, but with the increasingly effective virus, he couldn't wait, and Kuro seemed like the whimsical type who may just decide to leave without telling anyone. He didn't know why S.H.I.E.L.D. was looking for Kuro, but he didn't plan to let their best chance at survival disappear into the night.
If Kuro was truly fertile, then he could very well be the key to defeating the virus. Hank and Reed both agreed that they needed more data to have a chance of curing it; they needed a sample of a healthy male mutant who wasn't infected to fix this.
If his actions were discovered by Kuro? He'd tell the truth; he didn't want to put the weight of an entire race on the boy's shoulders, but he would if he had to. If nothing else, he could count upon teenage hormones to help ease things in.
A fertile male mutant would have no end of willing partners.
Seeing his phone ring, he frowned at the name on the screen. The White Queen claimed she wasn't spying on him, but she had an impressive talent for knowing everything that happened in his school regardless.
He'd checked the minds of everyone, looking for spies, and found nothing. She was clearly raiding his people's minds for information. Not that he could truly complain, as he did the same to her people. They may be working together, but he'd be lying if he said he trusted her.
With a sigh, he answered the call, hiding his distaste with practised ease.
"Hello, Ms Frost; it's a pleasure to hear from you."
– Ororo –
If anyone else had requested that she do something like this, she'd be holding her own test on what happened when someone was struck by a hundred lightning bolts at once.
Hank and Charles had finally explained things to her. Why they'd waited so long, she didn't know, but she could admit she would have been no help with the scientific side of things either way.
She was intelligent, but she wasn't a scientist. She knew next to nothing about biological weapons or how to counter them.
If Kuro realised what had happened, she would be the first one he'd blame, but it was decided that it would be better if she handled this. Kuro would be less angry about this if it were an attractive older woman who molested him instead of an old man.
Moving into the room, she frowned at the sight of Kuro unconscious on the bed.
If she hadn't been convinced of just how much this could mean to the mutant race, she'd be horrified at Charles and Hank's request. Instead, she was only deeply disturbed by what she was about to do.
Moving to the bed, she carefully manoeuvred him so that he was laid down properly on his back instead of just sprawled across it, letting out a deep sigh as she undressed him gently.
Kuro's first day here, and he was already about to be molested by a teacher; her professional nature was disgusted at herself and her colleagues, even if she had been convinced of the necessity.
Pulling down his boxers, she took a deep breath before she took his shaft into her hand, holding the test tube ready as she started stroking him, feeling him grow hard in response to her grasp, showing an impressive size for his age.
She wasn't a prude, and she wasn't new to sex... but this just felt wrong.
She would have preferred to be upfront with Kuro, telling him the truth instead of all this subterfuge, but Charles was incredibly stubborn when he thought he was in the right. He believed this was necessary for the mutant race's survival, and he wouldn't budge; she knew him well enough to know that.
She'd accepted so that she could be involved, and try to control Charles and Hank as much as possible to prevent more things like this from happening.
If she hadn't accepted, they would have gotten their sample one way or another. At least if she was involved, she could try to limit the damage the two would do. She could understand the importance, but there had to be a limit on how far they would go.
If they'd just been honest with Kuro, they still could have gotten their sample; she'd have even been willing to help, and what teenager would turn down an offer for a handjob from an attractive woman like her? She could tell he was attracted to her, and she would have found spending the night with him far less disturbing than this.
It would be awkward to teach him after such a thing, but it would be better than this method's guilt and wrongness.
She'd make this up to him, whether he realised what happened or not. If Kuro really was fertile, she was sure he'd be getting special treatment anyway, but she'd make it up to him anyway; maybe then she'd feel less guilty.
Speeding up her strokes, she moved her free hand to his balls, gently massaging them. If she hadn't been warned about contaminating the sample, she'd have sped this up with her mouth, but the last thing she wanted was for them to decide the sample was too contaminated and that they needed another one.
Besides, at this rate, it wouldn't be too long anyway. She could tell his breathing was beginning to get heavy; he was getting close.
It was taking longer than she'd expected to get the 'sample' she needed; he was lasting longer than her usual partners, but again, then her partners were usually awake and participating, not unconscious and drugged. She couldn't exactly entice a sleeping partner with sultry words and the sight of her naked body.
By the gods, this felt so wrong. It was a betrayal of everything she stood for as a teacher. Her fingers deftly stroked his large phallus, showing her experience as she tried not to think about what she was doing. Her mouth was dry, even as she breathed in his heavy musk; guilt and doubt bubbling in her chest as she molested her newest student. She carefully avoided looking at his sleeping face, his youth only making her feel worse as she gently fondled his testicles, leaning down and taking one of them into her mouth, her tongue writhing against the large orb.
Feeling his dick start to twitch, she prepared and aimed it toward the test tube. As a burst of cum shot out from it, she quickly captured it with the test tube, watching it fill. As it started to overflow, she moved it back and capped it, watching the rest spurt onto his chest.
After cleaning him up with the tissues she'd brought, she gently pulled his boxers back up and moved him under the covers. She wasn't putting his clothes back on; it'd be uncomfortable to sleep in his jeans, after all.
If he noticed he was dressed differently than when he 'fell asleep'? Oh well. She wouldn't tell him outright, but if he happened to work it out, that was a different story altogether.
– Peter Parker –
Laying on his back, he frowned under his mask as he groaned in pain.
God, that was just embarrassing...
He might be somewhat new to this, but he'd beaten plenty of people with weird and admittedly cool powers like the Sandman, that super tough biker, the creepy hunter who wanted to skin him and mount his head on the wall and even Electro, who literally turned into living lightning!
And now, a seemingly powerless girl had handed him his ass. He wasn't convinced she didn't have powers; things had gone a little too well for her or maybe just too bad for him. Nothing seemed to go right tonight, and things went a little too perfectly for her.
Would the power to cause bad luck really be that weird after everything he had seen? Oh, haha… now he got it. She was a Black Cat; of course she was bad luck.
Still, if he was being totally honest, he had to admit that it wasn't bad luck that let her defeat him. It was the horrors of… puberty. He was a teenage boy, and she'd easily used his (totally normal and healthy) hormones against him.
He'd beaten her and had her tied up and ready to be collected by the police when the older girl had started flirting; her catsuit had somehow gotten even more unzipped than she had it before, almost exposing her admittedly very impressive breasts. The zip had fallen dangerously low, revealing her large pale breasts as they became more and more exposed from the way she was straining against the webs.
His attention had failed him for a second as his gaze fell to the cleavage she was showing off… and in that time, she'd caught him off guard, overcoming his spider sense while he was distracted by the hint of a pink nipple he'd seen. His spider sense was amazing, but if he was too distracted, it didn't help him. This was entirely on him, falling for her tricks.
This was a valuable lesson. Women were dangerous. He had no experience with them, not even his first kiss, and the only naked woman he'd ever seen was Aunt May after she'd forgotten to lock the bathroom. It was a deadly weakness that he hadn't realised he had. It was probably for the best that he mostly fought guys.
The cat burglar and her stolen goods were long gone, vanishing into the night as she laughed at him. He'd look for her later, but as he jumped from the rooftop, swinging through the night, he knew he had more important things to do.
He'd heard reports of some people smuggling things into the city over the earpiece he had in, which he had tuned to the police frequencies. For some reason, the police weren't responding to it, but that just meant the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man would have to handle it.
Stopping more illegal weapons or drugs from ending up on the street took priority over catching a thief; she hadn't hurt anyone after all. Well, not anyone but him and his badly wounded pride. That would take a while to heal.
Swinging towards the docks, he landed on one of the pieces of scaffolding almost silently, frowning as he saw a few thugs pulling crates off a boat. How did they manage to dock here? They should have been caught long before they reached the dockyard. Corruption?
"Let's hurry up; the Kingpin doesn't like delays," one of the thugs said, kicking one of the others lightly as he slacked off.
The Kingpin? Another gang leader, he'd dealt with those before; the Kingpin would just be more of the same.
Well, time to get to work. There weren't any sexy thieves in skintight clothing here, so he should be fine. He could count five thugs, and three were visibly armed.
Hopping down, he landed perfectly in between them, watching them jump back in shock.
"Welcome to New York! I'll be your customs agent for tonight, got anything to declare?" Spidey quipped, watching as one immediately pulled his gun. Shooting his web, he grabbed the gun, calmly pulling it out of his hand as he dodged under a punch, kicking another thug into the crates and shooting some webbing to hold him in place. "Ah, a handgun? Do you have your concealed carry permit?"
He'd long since realised that angry thugs were dumb thugs, and nothing made a villain more angry than a hero who just wouldn't shut the fuck up. Electro had looked like he was going to cry by the time Spidey had taken him down. Ah, good times.
As the others went for their guns, he repeated his trick, stealing both guns and tossing them onto the boat; these guys kinda sucked. The Kingpin's men weren't very good, were they?
Easily avoiding their punches, he webbed another to the ground, two down.
Shooting his web at one of the scaffolds, he swung into the air, switching directions and swinging back at the thugs as he grabbed one and pulled him into the air, sticking him to the scaffolding high in the air. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
A swinging kick dealt with the second to last guy as he landed in front of the final thug, knocking him into the wall and sticking him there.
"So... who's the Kingpin? I don't suppose you want to save me some time and just tell me?" Spidey asked as the thug looked at him, letting out a disbelieving laugh.
"You're dead, you hear me? You have no idea what you've done, kid; the boss is gonna end you. Your family? Your friends? You've killed them all." the thug spat out, making Spidey chuckle.
"Uhuh, sure. Tombstone said something like that; now he has a nice cosy cell in the Raft. But don't worry, I'll call you your ride; it's the one with the flashing lights." Spidey quipped as he sent the anonymous tip to the police, swinging off into the night.
Another gang to take down. New York had a significant crime problem. Still, a weapons shipment taken down? A good night's work for the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man.
Now, he had to get home; he had school in the morning.
Swinging along, he stopped as he saw a man in a hoodie following a girl into an alleyway, pulling a knife from his pocket.
Another mugging? Well, sleep could wait; he'd never turn his back on someone in need. New York was the city that never slept, and at this rate, he wouldn't be sleeping either.
– Kuro – Next Morning –
I was dressed when I fell asleep, now I'm just stripped down to my boxers.
Did I get date-raped? Without even getting a date?
Eh... technically?
They needed a Sperm Sample to test your fertility, which Storm reluctantly extracted from you last night.
Storm made me cum, and I wasn't even awake to enjoy it? Now, that's just unfair. They didn't do anything else?
No, Master, they just wanted the sample.
You are the only fertile Male Mutant due to Shiro's scheming, which makes you invaluable.
Of course, Shiro was somehow responsible. What do you advise for this situation?
The revelation of your fertility has made your cum worth more than gold; it would be no exaggeration to call you the most valuable mutant in the world from now on.
Storm is filled with guilt, making the normally high-difficulty waifu an easier target.
Due to your importance, Xavier will overlook many of your misdeeds, even covering them up. He will also try to keep you from danger.
Ideal Path: Act slightly suspicious, but don't confront them; they will tell you in time.
Fine. I won't deny that I'm pissed that they drugged me, but I can bide my is a dish best served cold and all that.
Getting dressed, I head out, wandering through the halls looking for anyone around. I've woken up a little too early, it seems like.
As I'm wandering around, I hear someone clear their throat; turning around, I make eye contact with another teenage girl. This one has her brown hair tied in a ponytail as she tries to hide her glare. The fuck did I do? I'm used to girls being mad at me, but normally, I know what I did to them.
"Hey, you're Kuro, right?" she asks quickly as she approaches, still in her pink pyjamas as I nod lazily.
"I am, why?" I ask, making her scowl slightly. I know her, but what the fuck did I do to Shadowcat?
"I'm Kitty; Rogue was telling me about you. Since you haven't decided if you want to stay yet, want to join me in the training room? Like, get to see the place before you decide?" Kitty asks, making me pause.
What did Rogue say to piss her off so much?
"Err, sure. Why not?" I say. I don't think she'll seriously hurt me, and I want to know what I did to piss her off so much.
The slightly sadistic grin on her face tells me I might have made a mistake.
– Shortly After –
Hitting the floor again, I grunt in pain.
I can stop her from Phasing, but apparently, it doesn't matter that much. She's switched to a tank top and yoga shorts to train in while I'm still stuck in my regular clothes.
"Wasn't expecting that, huh? Logan's a strict teacher. So, how does it feel to get beaten up by a little girl?" Kitty teases as I sit up, giving her an impressed look.
"Gotta admit, you're pretty good. So I don't suppose you want to just tell me what I did to piss you off so much instead of trying to use me as a punching bag?" I ask, making her scowl as she moves forward and pins me down. I'm stronger than her, but she's a good fighter; I suppose when you've been trained by Wolverine, you have to be.
Also, I'm not going to complain about a hot girl mounting me, even when she has less-than-friendly intentions. I don't think she's really thought this through, considering she's basically sitting in my lap, her face inches from mine.
"What did you do to make Rogue so sad? She was trying to hide it, but she looked depressed all night; even putting on her favourite movies didn't cheer her up." Kitty growls, making me blink.
"I didn't do shit to Rogue. All that happened between us was that she gave me a quick tour and we found out her powers don't work on me, and then I went to bed," I reply, technically telling the truth.
"Then why was she so sad? Rogue's like... my best friend in the world, so if you've hurt her, I'm gonna hurt you right back." Kitty threatens, looking about as intimidating as an angry kitten.
"Well, I guess she did seem disappointed when I asked her to stop touching me, but other than that, I don't know," I reply, making her pause before she sighs and lets go of my hands.
"Oh, yeah, I get it. She hasn't touched anyone in ages; then you cut her off from the only person she can touch. Would it have killed you to just let her touch you a bit more?" Kitty asks, her anger slowly fading.
"Look, I was tired. I'd kind of just been kidnapped by Magneto, and then I was caught in the middle of a mutant war zone. I just wanted to get some sleep, not get groped by a literal stranger. Also, she was blushing and moaning a bit. It was getting creepy. I did the normal thing," I say, making her sigh as she sits up.
"Alright, yeah, you're right. I guess you didn't mean to hurt her, but listen, Rogue… she's a tough girl, but she's been through a lot, and after going so long without touching a single person, can you blame her for getting carried away? I-I just don't want her to get hurt," Kitty admits with a sad frown.
"Yeah, you're just looking out for your friend; I totally get that," I reply, making her smile slightly.
10 Affection with Kitty Pride (Shadowcat) [10/100] for not being a dick
Hah, she's pretty naive. I am absolutely a dick.
"Yeah, look, Rogue's more vulnerable than she'll ever admit. Don't tell her I said that, but this could really help her. I'll talk to her, but just don't be a dick to her? Pretty please?" Kitty asks, making me grin.
"For you? Anything. So, are you planning on moving anytime soon? No rush, I'm fine here," I say making her frown in confusion as she looks down, her face slowly growing red as she jumps off me.
"You're an ass," Kitty grumbles with a blush. "I'll see you later, I guess. Well, if you decide to stay," she says with a quick wave as she leaves by just falling through the floor.
Getting up myself, I hide a frown. A concerned friend could really get in the way of my plans for Rogue.
I anticipated this, Master.
She'll initially insist on being present for Rogue's time with you, which can be used against her.
Rogue will push the boundaries of what you two do herself, seeing it as her only chance to experiment. Kitty will either leave, giving you a chance to take advantage of Rogue or stay and become corrupted as she starts to want to experience it herself.
Huh, you really do think of everything. Works for me, thanks.
I got four power nullifications for my quest from that. Unfortunately, she eventually caught on that it wouldn't work and stopped trying to phase altogether, but it was a good start.
Heading out of the training room, I pause as Xavier calls for me over the intercom. Heh, he can't just telepathically talk to me, so he has to call me like everyone else.
Heading up to his office, Storm intercepts me with a hesitant look, her eyes flickering down for the briefest moment.
"I was surprised to hear that you woke up so early. Did you not sleep well?" Ororo asks, trying to sound calm.
"Nah, I got a good night's sleep; I just don't need as much sleep as most people. I could have sworn I didn't get changed before I collapsed, but I guess I was really just that tired. I barely remember anything after my dinner," I say with a shrug, watching her wince slightly. I wouldn't have noticed it if I wasn't looking for it. "So, what can I do for you? The old man wants me to come to his office."
"I know. That's why I was just looking for you. I figured you could use the help; I know this place can be confusing when you aren't used to it." Ororo explains with a small smile. "You do realise that you're headed the wrong way, right?" Ororo asks, making me pause as I look around.
Okay, she has a point.
"Lead the way," I say after a moment. Where the hell was I going?
Following behind her, she takes the time to fill me in on the details Rogue didn't bother with last night. It's nothing I didn't already know, but it's nice to get confirmation anyway.
It was mostly the fact that two days a week, I'd go to a High School in New York to help teach mutants how to 'blend in'. The other three are spent here, and we get the weekend off. Some people have classes over the weekend, but that's for people who desperately need to learn to control their powers.
Apparently, they have teachers for just about every subject here, and they make sure everyone gets all the attention they need, which is nice. If it wasn't for the whole, 'everyone is a mutant' thing, this would be your regular posh school.
It has an extensive library filled with books on every subject you could ever think of, a swimming pool, and multiple sports courts. Of course, the courts and swimming pool are used for power training, but students can use them when they're free.
Students get spending money, and the better you're doing in your classes, the more spending money you get. X-Men in training get an even bigger stipend and danger pay for any missions they go on.
Xavier didn't cut costs here; I can respect that. He has good intentions, even if I don't particularly trust him.
He's the kind of man who believes he knows better than everyone else. This is a dangerous mindset because he always thinks he knows best and won't listen to other people once he decides on a course of action.
True, it's the Dumbledore problem. For the Greater Good doesn't necessarily mean my greater good.
Good men can do bad things simply because they think it's for the best. They convince themselves that what they are doing is justified and that they are in the right.
I shouldn't let my guard down around him, but then that would be true even if I hadn't been drugged last night.
I'm really trying not to stare, but Storm's ass sways with every step, and the business suit she's wearing is almost skin-tight, cream pants tightly wrapped around her curvy ass. Man, she gave me a handjob last night, and I didn't even get to be awake for it. That's the worst part.
Following her, we arrive at the office far too quickly, entering quickly. Xavier seems overly cheerful to see us or to see me be exact, practically beaming at me.
"Good morning, Kuro. I do hope you had a good night's sleep," Xavier starts, making me hide a scowl. "I wanted to know if you had made up your mind or if you had any other questions to ask before you did."
"I've pretty much decided, and Miss Monroe has answered most of my questions. My power is pretty passive, so it's not really a risk to anyone if I can't control it, and I don't look like anything other than a human," I start, enjoying seeing the panic on his face. "But I might as well be amongst my people, right? Especially since other groups might not be so willing to take no for an answer. I'll stay. If nothing else, the room here is better than my shitty apartment anyway." I say, making his face light up as he tries to hide his relief.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful. Normally, our students spend Wednesday and Thursday at our partner school, Midtown Academy, but as it is already Friday, we can wait until next week. You can just treat this like a long weekend and start classes here on Monday. I will handle things with your old school. While I would advise you to spend your time meeting your new classmates and settling in, there will be a mandatory health check-up on Sunday. Many mutants have unusual biology, and we must ensure that everyone is in perfect health. I realise that you look entirely human, but it wouldn't be the first time we've discovered issues later that could have been caught with a simple check-up. As such, I've made an arrangement with some associates of mine to assist with that endeavour; this Sunday at around midday, I will arrange for someone to escort you to them. Do try to be up and ready." Xavier explains.
Quest Added [An Irregular Check-up]
Objective: Allow yourself to be examined by the 'experts' Susan Storm and Reed Richards.
Reward: ?
Well, the path did say I'd meet the Fantastic Four. I'm pretty sure Reed Richards doesn't do the regular checkups, so this has to be about my fertility. Will they actually find anything?
Not really. They will be able to gather some more data, but Shiro made sure his trick wouldn't be so easily defeated. They definitely won't find me.
Then I have nothing to lose.
"Sure, will do. So, is that everything?" I ask calmly.
"There are two other things to discuss. First of all, one of my associates wishes to meet with you, but she hasn't arranged a time yet. Perhaps more urgently, this was delivered here this morning for you," Xavier says with a slight frown, holding up a sealed envelope, making me blink in confusion.
"How could something be delivered to me here when even I didn't know I was going to be coming here?" I ask, making him nod in agreement.
"That is the question I have been asking myself. The person who delivered it simply walked into my office and placed it on my desk. It was here when I arrived despite my office being secured," Xavier explains, passing it over.
I can feel something hard in the envelope. Tearing it open, I stay on guard as a ring with two finger holes in it drops out of the envelope, clattering to the floor. Picking it up, I feel my blood run cold for a moment as I use [Observe] on it.
[Sling Ring]
An enchanted ring used by the Masters of the Mystic Arts to create portals.
Taking the note out of the envelope, I read through it quickly with a frown.
Dear Kuro Tepes, Heir of Dracula.
I won't bother introducing myself since you already know who I am, and I won't bother with niceties since they won't make a difference. I am merely writing to inform you that I will be visiting you in person soon. We need to speak.
Allow me to assure you that I mean you no harm and that we have no quarrel, but there are things we must discuss in person. The ring is a gift, or perhaps an investment, if you prefer. The future is somewhat brighter if you have it, and I believe you will figure out how to use it even without training.
The Ancient One, Sorcerer Supreme and Leader of the Masters of the Mystic Arts (at least until Steven is ready to take my place).
"Huh," I mumble.
The assurance that she doesn't mean me any harm is nice, and really, why would she have a reason to lie? She's on the list of people who could wipe me out with ease. If she wanted me dead, I'd just fall through a portal and be killed before I even landed.
"I am aware of the Master of the Mystic Arts; we have had dealings in the past. I don't know why their leader wishes to speak with you; I would simply suggest that you listen to what she has to say and be respectful. She is a very powerful woman. Ororo has offered to take you back to your home to gather whatever you need to move to your new room." Xavier says as Ororo smiles at me.
"I'll be on my best behaviour. I don't have that much at home, but I do appreciate it." I reply, returning her smile calmly as I slip the ring into my pocket, placing it in my inventory after it is out of sight.
"We can go now if you prefer; I am free all day today." Ororo offers, and I nod. Might as well get this over with.
– Felicia Hardy (Black Cat) –
She had made a mistake.
Being hired to steal a vase from a museum seemed like easy money; she was in and out before anyone noticed, and the only problem was some rookie hero who was too distracted by her cleavage to actually capture her.
Typical teenage boy; powers didn't change that much. Well, it was why she had her suit expose so much cleavage, he wasn't the first to have gotten distracted.
It wasn't until later that she'd realised her mistake, right after her employer had turned up dead, brutally tortured and murdered. She hadn't stolen a vase; she'd stolen a USB drive that was hidden inside the vase.
To make matters worse, she had just realised who she'd stolen from: The Kingpin, the newest and already one of the most powerful crime lords in New York, along with the most feared.
Her employer hadn't known her real identity, but the Kingpin was one of the most feared crime lords in the business, and now his thugs were scouring the city for her, even if they only had her alias and a description. There were only so many young women with bright white hair in New York, after all.
Even if she returned the USB, she doubted she would be spared. Best case, she found herself under new employment,and that didn't suit her. Right now, the USB was simply sitting in a false compartment under her bedroom floor. She didn't know what was on it because it was all encrypted to hell and back, but what she did know was that Kingpin really wanted it back.
The police couldn't help her, even if she weren't a wanted criminal. She knew that half the police force was in his pocket after all.
She was in a lot of trouble, and for once, she didn't have a clue how to get herself out of it.
– Kuro – Later –
After a quick visit to my apartment, grabbing the few belongings I care about, along with leaving a final fuck you to my landlord, we returned to the mansion.
Oddly enough, I spent the rest of today learning the layout and studying. Levelling my stats wasn't as hard as I expected. I hit the gym, heading to the treadmill to try and get my shitty dex up, and I got this for my efforts.
Class Unlocked [Athlete: Novice]
[Perfect Metabolism]
You will never get fat or lose any muscles you gain without actively wanting to.
I also hit C on Dex, so I'm already off to a good start.
Retiring for the day, I head back to my room and relax for a bit before I hear a knock on my door.
Calling for whoever is on the other side to come in, I put my book away as Rogue and Kitty enter the room, Kitty pausing to lock the door behind them. They're both in some plain pyjamas; Kitty's wearing pink, and Rogue is in green.
"Something I can help you girls with?" I ask calmly, sitting up and watching them as they look at each other before Kitty gives Rogue an encouraging nod.
"I… ever since I touched you, I-I've had an aching for more. I know you didn't exactly like just standing there and letting me grope you, but I need this. More than you can imagine. It's all I've been able to think about." Rogue admits, shuffling in place.
"Where are you going with this? Look, I get it, I really do, but like I said, I really do have better things to do than just sit around and be poked and stroked," I say, putting the right amount of understanding and reluctance in my tone.
I really don't. This is great for improving my Upgrade quest, but I don't need to tell them that.
"Where I'm going with this is-" Rogue starts, hesitating. "What if I make it worth your while? If it wasn't just me doing the groping? Maybe it'd be more fun for you if I let you touch me back? Wherever you want?" she offers with a growing blush. I can see Kitty frown, but she says nothing as Rogue takes a step forward.
"Okay, consider me interested, but what's Kitty doing here?" I ask, making her finally speak up.
"Someone has to keep an eye on you two. I wanted to make sure Rogue was okay, that's all," Kitty replies as she grabs the chair from my desk, turning it around and sitting down facing the bed. "I'm just here to make sure everything goes smoothly, and nobody gets carried away or pressured into anything, okay?"
"Sorry. I tried to get her to stop coming with me, but she can walk through walls, so she's pretty hard to get away from," Rogue admits as she moves to the bed and sits down. I move closer to the edge and sit next to her with a curious look.
"She's just worried about you. You're lucky to have such a good friend. So, how do you want to start this?" I ask calmly as her blush deepens. She starts fiddling with the buttons on her pyjama top before she undoes them and pulls them open, exposing a plain white bra cupping her decently sized breasts.
"C-can you take your shirt off? Please?" Rogue asks, biting her lip as she watches me easily remove my top, tossing it away with no shame.
5 Affection with Kitty [15/100, you know why. Kitten likes what she sees, meow~
Glancing over, I see her looking over my bare chest, her cheeks heating up slightly. As she sees me looking, she looks away in embarrassment. I'm not exactly a bodybuilder, and my stats say my strength is below average, but I'm glad Shiro gave me a good body to start with. Rogue gently places a hand on my chest, running it across my chest as her blush starts to grow.
"You can just start touching when you want to, where you want," Rogue says, not looking me in her eye as I move my own hand to her stomach, getting a quiet moan from her as I gently stroke her soft skin.
Moving my hand up slowly, she bites her lip to hold in her moan as my hand runs along her still-covered breasts; I can feel her nipples hardening even through the bra between us, gently caressing her soft skin with a smile.
Moving my other hand, I grab her chin, making her face me, and capture her lips with my own. Her eyes widen in shock, but she doesn't push me away; I can see Kitty watching us intently out of the corner of my eyes, her blush brightening her face as her eyes widen.
As my tongue prods against her closed lips, she hesitates for a second before she slowly parts her lips, letting my tongue slip into her mouth, my fingers moving under her bra and stroking the bare flesh beneath it.
Moving my other hand, I pull Rogue into my lap, facing me, our lips never parting as she closes her eyes, leaning into me. Her knees are on either side of me as she sits in my lap, only our pyjamas stopping my slowly hardening shaft from entering her. I don't think she's noticed yet, but as I grow harder, she's bound to notice the erection she's currently sitting on.
Kitty moves her chair closer, getting a side view instead of only being able to see Rogue's back; her face is flushed as she stares intently at us.
Kitty thinks she is straight, but she is actually bisexual, and she's watching two very attractive, half-naked teens make out and grope each other; she'll be having exciting dreams tonight.
Heh, glad she's enjoying the show.
Moving my hands behind Rogue, I undo her bra, pulling it off as she moves her arms to help me, breaking the kiss despite her sad pout. I look down, giving her perky breasts a long, appreciative look before I go back to groping them, my other hand moving down her back and sliding into her pyjama bottoms, gripping her firm ass.
"L-like what you see, Sugah?" she asks, a bit of Southern belle slipping into her accent as she does.
"Definitely, who wouldn't? You've more than made this worth my while," I say, recapturing her lips before she can respond.
10 Affection with Rogue [30/100]. She really is easy for anyone she can touch. If Kitty wasn't here, you could have her face down ass up with a few minutes of sweet talking and a little pressure.
Heh.
After a moment, her eyes widen in shock as she notices the unmistakable feeling of my shaft pressing against her covered mound, making her pause, still not breaking the kiss. Using my grip on her ass, I pull her closer, drawing a moan from her as my length rubs against her, her hips instinctively grinding against it.
I can feel the heat from her blush, but she does nothing to stop me from rubbing myself against her, even retaliating as she pushes herself against it, keeping eye contact as we dry hump each other. As my fingers skillfully roll her nipple between them, her eyes widen, a moan escaping her being muffled by my mouth as she shakes slightly.
"Okay! I think that's enough!" Kitty shouts, catching us both off guard. Her face is bright red as she jumps up, her eyes wide with arousal.
Breaking the kiss, Rogue scowls slightly, giving me one last kiss before she gets out of my lap reluctantly, her breasts bouncing slightly; looking down, I can see a slight wet patch on the front of her pyjama bottoms.
Kitty's eyes shoot down to Rogue's exposed breast before she looks away, grabbing Rogue's top and passing it back quickly.
"Come on, we need some sleep, right?" Kitty asks with a blush.
"Not just yet. You can go on ahead; I have one last thing to do before I leave," Rogue says bluntly, crossing her arms between her chest and making her breasts press together.
"But- I… fine, I'll wait," Kitty says, biting her lip as she sits back down with a blush, watching as Rogue walks back to me, kissing me once before she bites her lip and drops to her knees, making Kitty's eyes widen in shock.
"I finished, Sugah... but you didn't, did you? I promised to make this worth your while, right?" Rogue asks as her hands rest on my thighs.
"Rogue?! You can't be serious!" Kitty starts, trailing off as Rogue glares slightly at her.
Moving her hands up, she undoes my bottoms, pulling them and my boxers down. I move slightly to help her as she frees my shaft from its confinement, her eyes widening as the thick shaft falls onto her face, resting against her nose.
"Ah, wow… I heard it can hurt if it stays hard. I made you like this, right? I should take responsibility and take care of it for you," Rogue whispers, mostly to herself, as she moves her hand and carefully grips it, blushing deeply. Slender fingers wrap around my shaft, her inexperience clear as she strokes my length. Rogue really is desperate for me to stay here. I don't need to be a telepath to work that out.
Despite Kitty's surprise, I can see her watching intensely as Rogue strokes me awkwardly, biting her lip in concentration. She's trying not to hurt me, but her gentle, slow touch is more teasing than pleasurable.
"You can do it harder, it's not that fragile," I advise, stroking her hair as she smiles up at me shyly, speeding up. After a moment passes, she leans forward, placing the briefest of kisses on the side of my shaft before moving back.
"Do you like that, Sugah?" she asks before she kisses it again, her full lips pressing against my shaft for a second before she pulls back, repeating the process and peppering my cock with little kisses.
"You might be new to this, but you're a damn fast learner," I groan, making her smile up at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Kitty rubbing her thighs together. She's keeping her hands on the chair arms, gripping them tightly, but she's trying to subtly rub herself without us noticing.
I'll deliberately not pay attention to her; let's not frighten her off.
- Kitty -
Watching Rogue kiss Kuro's cock, she felt her face burning, her core growing hot, and her panties sticking to her as they grew damp.
She was supposed to be watching out for Rogue, but was she really helping when Rogue was the one pushing things? She was only here to stop Kuro from making Rogue do anything she wasn't ready for. She hadn't expected Rogue to be the one pushing things so fast…
She had been worried that, given how desperate Rogue seemed, Kuro would force her to do things she'd regret, and Rogue would not be able to refuse. Kuro could probably have demanded that Rogue sleep with him, and she'd do it… only she'd been wrong. Rogue was the one pushing things further, and she just seemed annoyed at her trying to stop this.
W-well, if Rogue didn't want to stop, she had no reason to stop her, right? Watching Rogue smirk confidently as she grew used to the feeling, she had to admit, this was really sexy.
Kuro was handsome—that was clear even before he'd lost his shirt—and Rogue was undeniably beautiful. The sight of them both together sent her teenage body wild, and she bit her lip as she tried not to openly touch herself.
Rubbing her legs together, she tried to douse the heat she could feel; those two were too focused on each other to notice. After she was sure she hadn't been noticed, she moved one of her hands up to her chest slowly, undoing a single button and sliding it in to play with her sensitive breasts. Rogue's breasts might be bigger, but hers were perkier, a perfect handful.
As she got into the rhythm, she couldn't stop her mind from wandering as she wondered. What did it feel like? Rogue had come just from grinding against him; the had moan filled the room, even with Kuro's mouth muffling it. Her hand teased her nipple, watching with lust as Rogue sped up her strokes.
She moaned quietly as she pinched her nipple, the pleasure making her toes curl. She used Kuro and Rogue's movements as a guide, sliding her other hand into her pants just enough to take hold of her underwear. Pulling her panties to the side just enough, she slid a finger against her slit, gasping as she felt how wet she was. Her finger gently stroked her kitty as she watched the lewd display before her.
Watching Kuro lean back with a grunt as he came, his cum spurting onto Rogue's face, her eyes and mouth wide as it coated her, she sped up her own rubbing, biting down to stop the moan from leaving her mouth, a mini-orgasm running through her body.
Some of his cum landed in Rogue's mouth, making the girl's eyes widen in curiosity for a moment. As Rogue closed her mouth, she got a contemplative expression on her face before she smiled, clearly swallowing as she licked the rest of her lips, wiping her face and placing her fingers in her mouth as she kept eye contact with Kuro, smirking at him sexily.
"Now we're even, Sugah. Here, this is my number," Rogue said, pulling her top back on and writing something down on the paper on Kuro's desk, watching as Kuro put it in his phone and sent her a text. "We can do this again... r-right?" Rogue asked, her newfound confidence wavering as an unsure look appeared on her face.
"Of course, I'm staying at the school after all. We'll have plenty of time to play," Kuro replied smoothly, kissing her. She was surprised he was willing to kiss someone who just swallowed his cum, but Rogue clearly approved, her smirk returning as she walked away, her hips swaying enticingly.
"Goodnight, Sugah," Rogue said, blowing him a kiss as she walked out of the room. Kitty jumped up, mumbling her own good nights as she ran to catch up with her friend.
They reached their shared room in silence; they started sharing a couple of months ago after they became closer. Rogue broke first, giggling to herself as she sat down.
"Do you really think you should have gone that far?" Kitty asked as she sat on her bed, looking at the smirking Rogue.
"Probably not, but I'll never get another chance to experiment. Besides, someone enjoyed the show. You really aren't as subtle as you think, Kitty. You have a damp patch." Rogue deadpanned, making her eyes widen in shock and embarrassment; looking down at her pink bottoms and seeing a prominent wet patch between her legs.
As Rogue stripped off, she stuttered some excuse that Rogue ignored, watching Rogue calmly take a nude selfie, playing on her phone with a shy smile before she sent it.
"So, are you planning to watch next time as well?" Rogue asked, pulling on a pair of comfy panties and getting into bed. Was Rogue asking if she'd come with her to watch them, or was she asking if Kitty was planning on joining in next time?
"I have no idea," Kitty admitted with a deep blush on her face.
– Jean Grey –
Speeding up her fingers, she leaned back and let out a moan, covering her face with her pillow, feeling her fourth orgasm rock her body, or maybe it was her fifth? She'd lost track.
The new guy hadn't wasted any time, had he?
She couldn't control her telepathy; even when she tried to silence it, she still picked up the 'loud' thoughts. The more intense the emotion, the louder the thoughts.
Intense emotions like Rogue's pleasure and joy or Kitty's embarrassment and shame. She'd been dragged into their tryst with 'Kuro' as an unwilling, unseen voyeur.
It wasn't anything new for her; she'd been dragged along with almost every student's masturbation sessions at some point, along with experiencing Yukio and Ellie's frequent and passionate trysts, usually from Ellie's point of view because her mind was louder.
She didn't mean to, and she didn't particularly like it, but the pleasure feedback was usually more than she could handle, and masturbation was the only real way of dealing with it.
It was worse at high school. It was hard to focus in class, knowing that a cheerleader was being railed by a couple of guys from the football team in the changing rooms, feeling two cocks penetrating 'her' while she tried to pay attention to the lesson. It was worse still when the creepy guy sitting at the back of the class started jerking off under the table as they watched a movie in class while he looked at her and fantasised about her body, leaving her to desperately try to ignore it and not to look back at him.
She hated knowing everyone's secrets and having to keep them even when her morals said she shouldn't. She knew when couples were cheating on their partners; she saw the greed as teachers stole from the school budget, having to keep her mouth shut.
She knew all about the fact that her boyfriend had bragged about all the kinky shit she had done with him when the furthest he'd ever gotten was a blowjob in the backseat of his parent's car after a date. He'd blown his load in about two minutes and had refused to return the favour afterwards.
But thanks to his bullshit boasting, every member of the football team thought she was some kinky nymphomaniac who put out on the first date, loved anal and could suck a golfball through a tube. To make it worse, they usually pictured their 'fantasy' slutty version of her when they saw her. She'd gotten a lot of party invites from guys hoping to take advantage of how much of a nympho she was. Thanks, Duncan, you dickhead.
She had a suspicion that she'd be single soon. Duncan had seemed nice when they'd started dating, but he was becoming a major asshole.
School was a strange place. Almost every guy in the school pictured her naked when she spoke to them, including her teachers.
Well, everyone except Peter, but he had bigger things than her to think about.
It was honestly a breath of fresh air to hear nothing from Kuro. She didn't know anything about him; if she wanted to learn things, she'd have to do it the old-fashioned way. It was a relief and a wholly unique experience for her. Well, she knew a little bit about him, specifically what he looked like naked and what his cum tasted like.
Moving her hands back down, she bit her pillow, muffling her moans. The walls here were thick, but she wasn't one to take chances.
– Wilson Fisk –
Another Vigilante...
First, the 'Devil' of Hell's Kitchen, and now this Spider-Boy.
This had cost him. Freeing his men was moderately expensive, as was retrieving his weapons from the police lock-up. It was a pittance in comparison to his abundant wealth, but it was still an annoyance.
He hadn't paid off the police and Coast Guard just for some child in a stupid mask to get involved and ruin his smuggling operations.
He needed to deal with the growing Vigilante problem. They were smart enough to wear masks, making it harder to find them and deal with the growing issues he was facing. He'd considered himself lucky that the Fantastic Four didn't get involved with street-level crimes, seemingly believing it beneath them, but now he was stuck dealing with these clowns.
The Spider and the Devil were living on borrowed time; he simply needed to find out who they were under the masks. Everyone had weak points, including loved ones…, and he knew that better than anyone.
To make things worse, one of his employees had gotten greedy. He'd corrected their arrogance, but their actions still had the potential to cost him a fortune—and not only in wealth. He needed to track down the thief they hired and retrieve his USB before it ended up in the wrong hands. If the right person got their hands on it and could deal with the best encryption money could buy, he was dead.
The evidence on that drive wasn't something he could pay his way out of. If it reached the right ears, he'd be dead before the next sunrise. He'd taken a risk, and now it had the chance to ruin everything.
He'd thought it safe in the museum he owned as part of his 'legitimate' business empire. He'd even increased security subtly. Then, some cat burglar had bypassed it all with laughable ease. He'd already terminated the employees who had failed to protect his property.
The girl would pay for stealing from him. It was almost a shame. She was clearly talented and could have been useful to him, but he had a reputation to uphold, and her death would be slow and painful.
Seeing the phone ring, he scowled. Hellfire had helped him reach where he was now, but they were becoming an issue. He owed them, and it was a debt they would never be convinced was settled. No matter how much he paid them back, he'd always be in their debt.
Cutting contact with them would likely result in his death; they were dangerous people to cross. The White Queen was a deadly woman to cross, and the Black Queen was far more so.
When he was a younger and more naive man, he had hoped to take the position of either White or Black King, to be one of the leaders of Hellfire. He was more realistic now; both positions were empty for a reason. The Queens had removed the former kings and intended for it to stay that way.
Frost had had both of the Kings executed when she rose, and she seemingly had no intention of letting anyone take the empty thrones. Selene was mostly hands-off, leaving the running of Hellfire to Frost as she did... whatever it was that immortal witches do in their free time.
He'd accepted that he'd never run Hellfire; Emma Frost would destroy his mind the moment he tried, and if she failed, Selene would deal with him. He'd changed his ambitions to simply ruling New York's underworld instead.
A task he had made great strides towards completing, wiping out rival gangs with ease.
Still, some people couldn't take a hint. Norman was delusional if he believed he truly stood a chance of becoming the Black King, but that wasn't surprising. Norman Osborn was one of the most arrogant men he'd ever met.
Sighing, he answered the phone. If he couldn't free himself from Hellfire's grasp, he would at least make use of their resources and contacts.
- Queen Veranke -
Earth was a wonderful planet. It had everything a species needed to survive, and it could easily support the Skrulls. But first, they had to evict its current residents. It wasn't something she took pride in, but it was a necessity for the survival of her species.
Their Throneplanet of Tarnax IV was gone, becoming little more than a meal for Galactus. Their empire was being battered and devastated at every turn. The Mad Titan had calmly slaughtered half of their species in his insane quest before he'd left, and the Kree and Shi'ar had wasted no time in taking advantage of their weaknesses.
They needed a new home, and she'd found them one.
There was only one major threat to their invasion, one issue that could prevent the revival of the Skrull Empire. Mutants. Specifically, the telepaths of the so-called Homo Superior race that could detect and reveal their presence.
Thankfully, they had been preparing to invade Earth for a long time. Due to their bioweapon, the Mutants were a dying race, soon to be extinct. Now, all they had to do was wait for the race to die off, and then Earth would be ready to be taken.
Only a tiny number of Skrulls had infiltrated Earth so far, not wanting to risk discovery before it was time, and as their leader, she believed that she should be the first. Leaders led from the front lines; only a coward would claim to be a leader while hiding away on some faraway planet, safe from danger.
Her original target for replacement, an empowered woman named Jessica Drew, had vanished without a trace, but she had found an alternate readily enough.
She just needed to avoid the telepaths for now, and she'd spent a lot of time and effort marking them all. But soon? Soon the Skrull would start their secret invasion in full. Earth would be the new Throneplanet of the New Skrull Empire, and the Skrull would rise again.
She wouldn't allow anyone to get in the way.
- Bonus Scene – Fuck this shit, I'm out. -
"Baby! Honeybun!? Sweetiepie?! Grab your stuff! We need to leave right now," Wade shouted, kicking his front door in as he bellowed through the apartment, watching his girlfriend jump up in worry.
"What's going on? Have you pissed off another mafia?" Vanessa asked, making him wince slightly. He didn't anger that... well, okay, fine, he did, but they had it coming.
"No, it's worse. It's so much worse. He's here, in our little universe. Mr Steal Your Girl himself. We need to leave before he finds you," Wade said gravely; this was one of the biggest threats (to his relationship) that he'd faced so far. Grabbing a bag, he tossed the essentials into it (money, booze, ammunition). "He's a big Firefly fan; there's no way he's going to miss a chance to bang Morena Baccarin."
"Wade, what the hell are you talking about?" Vanessa asked with a sexy stare, a mixture of amusement and disbelief that was making his suit just a bit tighter. Wait, did they have time for a... No, they needed to run and never stop. He wasn't getting cucked.
"Kuro's here, and if we don't run, he'll steal you from me—it's what he does! NTR is his thing. I've been reading ahead, and nothing good comes from him meeting us, but don't worry... I've bought us two tickets to Nepal. He won't be showing up there anytime soon," he said, grabbing his prized possessions and stuffing them in the suitcase.
Picture of Wolverine, check. Green ring, check. Action figures, check.
As he was stuffing his suitcase, Vanessa came from behind, wrapping her arms around him.
"No one is going to be stealing me, Wade. You have nothing to worry about; besides, even if he tried, you could just kill him," Vanessa said soothingly.
"No can do, trust me, I've tried and seen how that goes. He's the protagonist, Mr Main Character himself. He has so much plot armour the Juggernaut couldn't break through it; besides, he'll be able to nullify my powers soon. Our fight is mostly him just laughing at me while his backup, El Cancer, does the job for him, and he isn't a Ryan Reynolds fan after Green Lantern, so I don't have the safety Hugh Jackman gets," Wade muttered with a frown.
If only Kuro had lived long enough to watch Detective Pikachu, this wouldn't be a problem. Man, why couldn't they have cast the hotter Ryan? If Gosling played him, he'd be perfectly fine. Kuro wouldn't hurt literally me.
As Vanessa decided to soothe him in the most efficient way possible by waking Little Wade up, he let out a sigh, feeling her hand work its way into his suit, taking his mind off the nightmare in the shape of a teenage boy headed his way.
They'd be gone soon, long before Kuro even bothered looking for them.
He even had a plan! Lady Deadpool and Gwenpool could make themselves useful as distractions for him. His fan club could make themselves useful and keep Kuro from coming for Vanessa.
Kuro literally couldn't stop himself from stealing girls, but he wasn't getting this guy's girl. He didn't go through all this for Vanessa to get the Kuro special.