"So, do you like my combat suit?" Jean asked, stepping out of my arms with a playful tilt of her head.
I could tell she was trying to change the subject — and honestly, I was fine letting her.
"I like the front a lot," I said, pretending to study her closely, "but I can only give an honest review after seeing the back too."
Jean sighed, rolling her eyes before turning around with a half-smirk. "Well? Happy now?"
"Hmm… I think I'll need to feel the fabric to really be sure," I said, my hands already finding their way to her soft butt.
"Luke!" she yelped, swatting my hand away with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. "You seriously can't behave for one second, can you?"
"Sorry," I said, grinning shamelessly. "I think your ass is like a magnet, baby."
She crossed her arms, trying to look stern but clearly fighting a blush. "I am being serious here."
"Alright, alright, I'll behave," I said, raising my hands in surrender. "But seriously, the suit looks great. You look great... and also quite hot. Honestly, it's my second favourite outfit after that swimsuit." I said with a wink.
Honestly, their costumes were more like one-piece suits at this point. I knew these were just minimalist infiltration outfits, so they were pretty basic. Also ever since the Fantastic Four and Aeon hit the spotlight, there had been a whole superhero costume craze going on. The girls here in the mansion — especially Jean and Kitty — were totally caught up in it.
Still, these suits weren't just for show. Every piece was made from the same unstable molecule fabric used by the Fantastic Four — flexible, adaptive, and durable enough to survive a warzone. The formula, of course, came from me. Baxter Building was under the Watson Group's umbrella, after all.
Not that it was charity. I had made a quiet deal with Professor Xavier — mutually beneficial, of course.
"I knew it — you're such a horndog," Jean said, playfully punching my chest. "Did you even notice the V-shaped symbol I added to mine?" she asked, pouting just enough to look adorable.
"Is that from…" I started, though I already had a pretty good idea.
"Yes!" she cut in with a grin. "I saw you doing some tweaks on one of my costume sketches, and I kinda liked it — so I added it in. Nice touch, right?" she asked, tracing it proudly.
"Yeah… very nice," I said with a wry smile. The pattern I had once sketched for fun — a V-shaped outline that hinted at a phoenix — had somehow found its way onto her suit. It wasn't a clear emblem, just a faint mark she must've thought looked stylish.
Still… I couldn't help wondering. Was that just a coincidence, or fate playing one of its tricks again?
"Also," Jean said softly, standing on her toes to kiss my cheek, "thank you for speaking up for me in front of the Professor, Luke." Her voice grew quieter as she rested her head against my chest. "But… I'm really worried I'll just end up being a hindrance out there."
"No way," I said immediately, running my hand through her smooth red hair. "You won't be a hindrance at all, Jean. You just need a little more faith in yourself."
She sighed, her voice small. "B-but what can I even do, Luke? I'm not that great in hand-to-hand combat. I thought about creating a psychic link so the team could stay connected, but with Professor Xavier himself coming, he'll handle that easily. And my telekinesis—" she shook her head, frustrated, "I still mess up even during the combat lessons in the Danger Room."
Her green eyes looked down, full of quiet defeat. "Maybe I should just tell Professor I'll stay behind with Helen and guard the mansion."
"Hey," I said, lifting her chin gently until her gaze met mine. "Why do you look so sad? You know a smile suits you much better." I smirked. "From now on, leave all the worrying to your incredibly powerful boyfriend."
Jean let out a small laugh, but her eyes still looked conflicted. "That's sweet, Luke. I know you're probably strong enough to save everyone on your own… but I want to help. I don't want to be the one who just stands behind while others take risks. I want to be able to use my powers for something good — to actually make a difference. Maybe even feel like a hero… like the Invisible Woman or Iron Woman."
"You really are one of the kindest souls I've ever met, Jean," I said, pressing a kiss to her hair. "And when I said leave it to me, I didn't mean I'd do everything myself."
I grinned and raised my hand — a swirling portal opened midair.
"I meant," I said as I began pulling several items from within, "that I'm going to help you become the hero you want to be, Jeannie."
"What is all this?" Jean asked, her eyes wide in surprise as she looked at the collection of things floating out of the portal.
"Well," I said with a grin, "these are all pretty useful tools—but this one's the real game-changer."
I handed her a small vial filled with yellow liquid. "Take this just before the mission, and you'll turn into Super Jean for a while—guaranteed." I winked.
She blinked, holding the serum up to the light. "Super Jean? What is this supposed to do?"
"It's a mutant enhancement serum," I explained, crossing my arms proudly. "Think of it as a temporary power boost—stronger telekinesis, sharper control, faster recovery. It'll make your abilities feel more natural, almost instinctive."
Jean's lips parted as her expression softened into disbelief. "Wow, Luke… I-I don't even know what to say." Then, suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. "Thank you—thank you so much! Muah!"
I laughed softly against her lips. "See? There are a few perks to having a super-genius boyfriend who also happens to be incredibly reliable."
She giggled, brushing her hair back with a playful smile. "You're so right. I should've said yes to that date way sooner!"
Then, a mischievous glint lit her eyes. "Wait until I show Scottie what I can do with this—she'll never see it coming."
I chuckled but didn't have the heart to tell her that every X-Men going on this mission would also be getting the same serum. Scottie's surprise would be… short-lived, to say the least. Still, Jean deserved to have her little moment of pride.
Given her current power levels—suppressed or not—the enhancement would give her a noticeable boost. Hopefully, it would help build her confidence and make her feel like she truly belonged on the field.
That said, there was a small chance this power-up could interact with her latent abilities in unpredictable ways. It could even unseal some of her deeper powers… or have the opposite effect.
But I doubted that. If anything, it should bring her closer to her true potential. Still… I would have to keep a close eye on her—just in case.
"Alright, D.A.I.S.Y., I want you to give me a full tutorial of everything — don't miss a single thing," Jean said, sitting cross-legged on her bed with the Focus in her ear.
"Umm, should I leave?" I asked with a wry smile.
"Yes, bye! You should get ready too, Luke," she said, blowing me a flying kiss hurriedly. "Ugh, I don't have time. The Professor could call us any moment. Give me the quick version, D.A.I.S.Y.!" she said nervously.
Watching her focus so intensely on the gadgets I gave her — like she was cramming for an exam — I couldn't help but chuckle. Good thing I gave her all this after the make-out session. Otherwise, she would have ignored me completely from the start.
Closing the door behind me, I sighed. Honestly, I wasn't too surprised that Harem King didn't work on her. One of my other Traits, Psychic Immunity, had failed before too — though that time it was because of my teacher, the Sorcerer Supreme herself. So, another trait not working properly wasn't exactly shocking.
"Every power has its own laws," my teacher's voice echoed in my head. "Just like physics, chemistry, and mathematics. Even your own Mutant power follows those laws. Only by understanding them can you grasp its inner workings and discover its limits. It's a journey every powerful being must take — a journey of self-realization."
Her lesson still burned fresh in my memory.
"Looks like I'll have to figure out why this particular Trait didn't work on her," I muttered, thinking. My Logical Reasoning suggested it was her own power interfering with mine.
But was it her natural Mutant ability… or the Phoenix Force itself? I wasn't sure.
"Well, who doesn't love a mysterious, powerful woman," I said with a smirk, heading into the room next to hers.
Woosh
The door opened after just one knock.
Standing there was Marie — wearing a tight, sleek combat suit that showed just how much she was growing into the Rogue I knew she would become one day.
"What took ya so long?" she asked with a smile, her gray eyes lighting up when she saw me — but the next second, that smile faded, and she turned away, walking back into the room without another word.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked with a wry smile as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. "Gotta say, though — you look stunnin' in that suit, babe."
She huffed softly, arms crossing. "Why didn't ya take me to that resort, huh? You know how much ah wanted to spend time with ya alone," she muttered, pouting just a little.
"I'm here now, aren't I?" I said, smiling as I reached for her gloved hands. "And you really are looking real sexy in that skintight suit, Marie. It shows off your figure perfectly."
"Wait—did ya turn on that special power o' yours?" she asked quickly, pulling her hands back.
"You've your bracelet activated already. What's the worry?" I said, looking toward the sleek black band on her wrist — my Focus confirming its working status.
"Still… ah don't wanna take any chances, please," she said softly, looking up at me with those pleading eyes.
"Done," I said, activating my Personal Anti-Power ability.
I knew Marie still hadn't gotten over her fear of touching people — not even after I gave her that bracelet that nullified her powers. The trauma of nearly killing someone by accident… that kind of fear doesn't just vanish. Hence the gloves, the long sleeves. Time and trust were the only real cures she had.
Gently, I took her hand again and slid off the gloves, feeling her soft, cool fingers in my palm.
"Luke…" Marie whispered, looking up at me with those deep gray eyes. She held my hand tight, then reached up with her other one, her fingers brushing my cheek so tenderly it sent a shiver through me. I mirrored her touch, tracing a finger along her lips — soft, warm, and inviting.
The next second, she wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped into me, her legs locking behind my waist. My hands instinctively found her firm, round butt to support her weight. Then she kissed me — fiercely, hungrily — our tongues tangling as the world around us blurred.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small part of me worried about Jean. Her room was right next to Marie's, after all. But with Marie clinging to me like this — her lips, her firm ass, her passion — that thought didn't linger too long.
"Haa… ah wanted to kiss ya back there in the meetin', right in front o' everyone," Marie breathed between kisses, her voice husky as her hands roamed all over me.
"I told you already… we really don't have to keep this a secret," I said, kissing her neck while carrying her towards the bed.
"Ah… ah'll think about it," she murmured before claiming my lips again, her tight body grinding against mine in hunger.
Marie was always shy in public — soft-spoken, guarded — but behind closed doors, that sweetness melted into something wild, something intoxicating.
"We really don't have much time today," I said, lowering her gently onto the bed.
"Ah know, Luke…" she whispered, her gray eyes glowing with heat as she pressed her palm against my hard cock. "Then let me at least make ya feel real good."
"I won't say no to that," I said with a grin, my excitement impossible to hide. I also knew she had never done this before, making it even more arousing.
"Wow… it's still as big as ah remember," Marie muttered, yanking my trousers down and wrapping her soft fingers around my thick shaft, stroking its full length slowly.
"Yeah… it's been unbearable for me too, baby," I groaned, squeezing her firm tits through her tight suit, feeling her nipples harden under my palms.
She blushed and leaned in, planting a tentative kiss on the swollen head of my cock. "Ah know we haven't had much time together since, well… our first time," she murmured, her cheeks flushing deeper as she flicked her tongue over the tip tentatively. "This mansion's huge, but somehow it's impossible to find a spot where we're actually alone. We keep gettin' interrupted—especially by that little squi—"
Before she could finish, a bubbly voice echoed from the side—and a figure phased right through the solid wall.
"Hey, Marie! You ready yet, slowpo—"
It was Kitty Pryde, her cheerful grin dropping into wide-eyed shock as she locked onto the sight of my hard cock inches from Marie's parted lips.
I sighed internally — seriously, was today "Interrupt Luke's Fun" day or something? One mutant girl after another kept popping up, ready to ruin my fun just when things were starting to get good!
***
Happy Belated New Year to all my readers!! 🎉
I hope that 2026 be the Best Year of your lives!! 🎊