CHAPTER 391 CALHOUN

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CHAPTER 391 CALHOUN

“Fuck! There,” Maddy rasped in my ear as she laid underneath me. She didn’t need to tell me of course. I could feel the change in her nerves as my glans poked at just the right angle inside of her. Every pleasurable signal firing from her nerves was a map I was learning day by day. My hands sparking, I increased the intensity that they fired at as I sent electricity into her. She began to shake.





“Fuuuu-” She rasped, her nails digging into me as she lost her voice. Her legs and chest practically vibrated below me as I forced her body’s orgasm to intensify. Her cunt squeezing my 9 inch dick for all it was worth she felt heavenly.



When the orgasm faded I let the electricity die out. Letting out a long breath she almost passed out but I pulled out and slammed back into her, making her wake up.

“Weston!” She yelled as I did. Her eyes closed, the blind woman tried to fight it, but my legs kept her’s open and my hands moved to hold her wrists to the bed. After a few more thrusts she let out a breathy moan that made my dick harder somehow.



Loud slaps sounded in the room as her pussy practically poured out liquid. After a few more thrusts with my full strength I buried myself in her and came for all I had. Letting her limbs go, her legs moved to my sides and her hands wrapped around me as she pulled me in for a deep kiss. Huge spurts of my cum unloading inside of her she shivered with each one.



When I was finally empty she let out a long sigh as I laid on top of her. Her hand on the back of my head she moaned as my very erect dick plugged her from losing any of my cum. When the euphoria finally left I pulled back asking, “Again?”



“Fuck,” she said with a frown as her milky white eyes opened to stare at my face. “I hurt.” I frowned but nodded as I pulled out. She shivered when I exited. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said standing up. I walked to the bathroom to clean up. Turning on the shower it wasn’t long until she was joining me.



“It’s not okay,” she mumbled as I let the water cascade over me. “I can feel that you’re lying.”

“Maddy,” I said, annoyed. Turning to face her I remembered it was useless. She couldn’t see my expressions. I forced myself to calm down. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not though,” she whined, grabbing my hands. Instead of holding them she moved them to her breasts. I instinctively started squeezing the D-Cups, my mood better already. “I don’t know what you do. But you mentioned wanting to...add more people...to this.”

“I did,” I said slowly. With a frown I switched places with her, forcing her under the water. She hissed from the heat, but as I began rubbing her body she moaned happily. “I just...am hesitant.”

“Why?” She mumbled.



Because I want Anne Marie to be the one to join us, I thought to myself. Or maybe I am trying to be monogamous.



I didn’t know the answer. Maddy was gorgeous. Beyond anything I could have hoped for a gender-bent Daredevil, which I immediately squashed out of my mind. I didn’t like to think of the fact that she could have been a guy. I was quickly erasing all memories of the male daredevil from my mind. I had been able to convince myself that Jennifer Garner played the part for the movie, not Affleck.



“I like you,” I admitted. “And I know you’re a little lesbian leaning.” She shivered. I could tell the thought of women still excited her, which was more than fine in my book. Not every woman was up for watching their man take another woman or join in on the fun. It took a special breed that I gravitated toward. “I would just prefer to pick the right person.”



“Who?” She mumbled.

“No idea,” I said, doing my best to hide the lie. She frowned but nodded. We had this conversation a few times, now that it was over we began to clean one another, then have sex again. Nice and simple, with no drama, just the way I liked it.



No longer scared that I was pissing off one lover for another, I was enjoying the lack of distraction. My libido was still through the roof thanks to splitting from my sex-crazed Weston, but like he did, I was able to control it and push it to the back of my mind.



“Have fun at work,” I said with a wave.

“Have fun at school,” she said as we went our separate ways. She blew me a kiss and I laughed as I did the same to her. Content with the simple life, I walked away from her apartment. Once in an alley I flew across town to my fancy new school. Still a little early yet I began walking to the expensive academy as the early birds dropped kids off.



I was wearing my brand new school uniform. The uniform was a stiff pair of black pants, a navy blue jacket with the school’s crest on the breast pocket, and a white button down shirt. The jacket was still stiff necked and annoying, but I ignored it. More than a little bored by that fact that I really would have to go back to school to get what I wanted, I looked up at the building.



About four stories tall it was near Central Park in New York City. Calhoun Private School, had a very castely look. Like how I pictured Xavier’s school should have been instead of the black monolith of a building that it was. Gray stone exterior, cathedral towers at the corner, and all together a Hogwartsy vibe in the middle of the city. It didn’t help that skyscrapers were all around us either.



A line of high-end cars with drivers and parents, mostly drivers, dropping kids off at the prestigious school, I was one of the few that walked. Everyone wearing the uniform, at least the girls had to wear skirts. A group of the girls walked around me as I appreciated the green and navy plaid skirts. They ended just below the knee.



Since it was Fall now, it was getting colder, but I hoped they were forced to continue with the skirts year-round. My eyes scanning everything, I really wasn’t sure if I recognized anyone from the main Marvel story. Since all the kids wore the same thing it was hard to pick up any discerning attributes from them.



So far in the main story I had been a part of a lot of origins. I expected that to continue on since whoever controlled these worlds usually put me in the middle of it, for entertainment or something. I still wasn’t sure who was controlling this whole room of world doors thing, but I hoped to be strong enough to figure it out someday. As I continued walking I brought up my Status Screen.





Name



Weston Walker







Current Quest:



Protect Lyra Talbot







World 1:



Marvel







World 1 Quest:



Protect Lyra Talbot







World 2:



Invincible







World 2 Quest:























Passive Skills:



Memory Meld











Dead Man Walking











Handicap



Dismiss







World Lasting Physique











Gemini



Active















Item Choice











Bonus Copy











Hero Costume











Bonus Upgrade



















Currency:



USD



$82,614

















Not much had changed except my Viltrumite Physiology. I wasn’t exactly sure what the form did, but I did feel stronger nearly every day. Still training my head off I was slowly bringing others into the fold as well.



Since I had been involved with the origin story for the infamous Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy, they had been asking me for training to use their powers. Unlike the main canon, they didn’t have their full strength as spider hybrids yet. Neither had the natural webslingers or immense strength just given to them. But I hoped they would awaken. If not I would figure it out later.



My balls mostly sated. I walked inside only to see my blonde sidekick, Kmagick, and someone I hadn’t expected. The other woman had deep red hair, and like the other girls wore a long skirt. Her’s was tight though, clinging to her curves the top didn’t leave much to the imagination either.



“Well hello Miss-” I said as I walked over to Jean Gray, but she cut me off.



“You must be the new student, Weston,” the teacher said. The blonde Illyana eyed me as I approached.

“Why...yes,” I said. “And who might you be?”

“I am Miss Black,” Jean said. Obviously a fake name, at least it would be easy to remember since it was a color as well.



“Oh, I’m not hearing a misses,” I said. “So that means you’re single, right?” I put on my best smile. She rolled her eyes and began walking down the hall. Illyana walking beside me I could feel that she was curious about me, not sure what to make of me yet. I decided to be myself so the beautiful girl could get the full course.



“We need to make sure you have all of your documents, Mr. Walker, Ms. Rasputin,” Jean said. She escorted us to the dean’s office and we began filling out information. Our current cover was that our parents were from the east coast. We were step-siblings hence the different last names and why we were both joining the school on the same day. I was never much for the step sibling genre of pornography, but I felt like for Illyana I might make an exception. That was if her brother wasn’t Colossus anyway, and able to rip me in half if he wanted.



Turned on by the prospect of a challenge, once all the signing and orientation was done, Jean had us hidden away in an empty classroom. Passing us folders she began to explain. “I’ve been here for a week posing as a substitute teacher. I heard you experienced the General’s racism? Yeah, he wasn’t too pleased a mutant was assigned. But the professor feels the threat is credible, so we are here for the time being.”

“Cool,” I said reading through the folder. Inside was a picture of a girl’s face. She was pretty with light red hair that was almost orange. I had a list of her classes as well as some items she was interested in based on her social media. “Remind me never to use the internet,” I mumbled as I even had a sheet with a list of her search history. For a 17 year old girl it wasn’t too much of a surprise to see all the weird stuff she was looking up, but it was easy to see she was a little repressed. Which was my favorite.



“Don’t,” Jean said.

“What?” I asked, acting confused.



“This girl is to be protected. Not hit on,” she said.

“Why? Jealous?” I asked. She frowned, but I could feel she was more annoyed than anything. “Come on, I can be professional. I’m just picturing that she probably needs protection outside of school too. Getting to know her shouldn’t be a problem. For the mission, of course.”

“Yeah, which is why you are both signed up for the after-school tutoring sessions,” Jean said.



“Tutoring too?” I asked. “My training-”

“Can wait,” Jean cut in. “This job should take a couple of weeks. They are hoping to narrow down exactly who is threatening her-”

“Seriously?” I asked. “How do you not know who is threatening her? What? Did you get a letter in the mail that she might be a target?”

“The School is not the only place that the government has utilized the powers of our kind,” Jean said in code. “The government has a lot of people, even a fortune teller, I hear anyway.”

“Fuck, we are trusting the word of a Baba?” I asked. Referencing fortune teller Baba from DBZ.



“A what? No, these are legitimate people that can see into the future. Often times when they see something, it tends to happen,” Jean said. “So keep your head in the game, hands off the girl, and let’s finish this.”



“Fine fine,” I mumbled and she explained some more. When she was done she escorted us to our new home room which was already filling up. Of course, the sexy Ms. Black was the homeroom teacher. I was settled in a seat and got to experience another first day of school in another new life.



A part of me wondered why the hell I had so many school stories. Then again I was usually in the body of some young kid. Often times I was thrust into adult situations like in Hunter x Hunter, or One Punch Man. The last thing I wanted was worlds like Invincible where it was hard to survive. I might as well enjoy these moments while I could.



When the bell rang and the seats were filled, Ms. Black proved to be a pure tormenter of a teacher. “I would like everyone to welcome our new students. Weston Walker and Illyana Rasputin. I heard that you just moved to town. How about you tell us something about yourselves?”



I let out an annoyed groan. I always hated when teachers did this. Like some minor fact about yourself would spark some interest another person had so you could make friends.



“Yes, I am Illyana,” the blonde said as she stood up. I knew she was Russian, but I didn’t hear an accent. I really didn’t hear any accents, which was probably some translation tool whatever brought me here gave me. “I am looking forward to a new start here in New York. I would love to get to know the area.”

“Thank you, Illyana. Weston?” Ms. Black said, knowing full well what this was doing to me. She was psychic so she could read minds, but I kept my feelings plastered on my face so she didn’t have to delve.

“Hello, I am Weston,” I said. “I am a Gemini. My one goal in life is to find true love, and of course... get revenge for my sensei. He was killed in a drive-by gang war at his retirement home. They all thought he was faking it, which was why they didn’t get him to a hospital in time. His last words were that his murderer went to Calhoun academy which is why I am here. So if anyone has any information I have a 1-800-”

“Thank you, Weston,” Ms. Black said. There were a few snickers and I felt a couple of Spiritual Energies warm up to me, and a few get annoyed. Either way I didn’t care. I’d done this so often I wasn’t too worried about first impressions. In my book it was best to stand out right away so I could try to identify the type of people I liked. I eyed those who had a better impression of me, actually finding the introduction funny, I preferred those with a sense of humor.



I eyed one such individual. She had bright blonde hair. Where Illyana’s was more yellowish, this girl’s hair was so bright it was almost golden. Wearing glasses, it was hard to see that she was actually quite pretty. Thick full lips, and hiding some curves, she was only two seats away. I found myself looking at her as her Haki told me she was still finding my introduction humorous.



Ms. Black began to take roll-call as I eyed the blonde. Curious who she was, she nervously looked over. I flashed her my best grin and she blushed, turning back to face Ms. Black. A few seconds later the new blonde looked back to me, and I unashamedly winked at her. Her Haki actually skyrocketed with emotion after emotion. First flustered, then nervous, then scared, and finally settling on confused. Unsure why I was paying attention to her she thought furiously as her face turned beet red.



I had to admit, it was nice to know emotions right then. Normally I went for the darker haired girls, but I felt like the blonde was worth my time. More than Kmagick was anyway. There was something special about this girl, and I wanted to figure it out.



“Morgan Leanne,” Ms. Black said.

“Um, present,” the bright blonde headed girl said, raising her hand. She risked a look over to me. I didn’t recognize the name, but that didn’t matter.



“Norman Osbourne,” Ms. Black said. I turned around to see the face to the name.



“Here,” the guy said, very bored. He was young like me, and had more of a James Franco look than that other guy. Slightly spiked brown hair, his haki was depressed.



“Hope Pym,” Ms. Black said.



“Here,” the girl said. I knew the name immediately. Pym was the famous inventor of the Pym particle that allowed him to turn into the Ant-Man. I was fairly certain Hope was the name of his daughter as well. She had dark black hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Quite skinny and pretty there was something off about her Haki, but I couldn’t place it.



Eventually Ms. Black got to our target. “Lyra Talbot,” she said. The Lyra girl was in the front row. Raising her hand she was one of the people that got annoyed with my joke. Light red hair, but still pretty, I went through plan after plan on how I could potentially get closer to all of these people. At least Talbot, Pym, and Osbourne anyway. Who knows, maybe I could be a part of a few more origin stories?



My eyes drawn back to the bright blonde Morgan, she looked away. If not, at least I wanted to get to know her.