Chapter 26: Risty Wilde

Chapter 26: Risty Wilde

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Mystique makes her move~

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By the time Thaddeus returns from his weekend holiday spent positively wrecking that fancy hotel suite with Emma, it’s already late into Monday morning and the dorm is all but empty. He knows this because his psychic abilities have ballooned in power over the weekend, allowing him to easily detect the general absence of pretty much everyone from the dorm. Almost everyone, that is.

Tilting his head to the side in amusement, Thaddeus doesn’t bother trying to be quiet as he makes his way to his own dorm room. As such, he’s not really all that surprised when a certain door opens up and a familiar head pokes through.

“Hey there, stud! Have a good weekend?”

Grinning wryly, ‘Risty Wilde’ looks like the cat who caught the canary as she stares at him. Almost like she thinks she’s got one over on him because she caught him making the walk of shame back to his room. Only, it’s not a walk of shame and he’s not worried about the classes he’s missing today. Thaddeus has already sent out emails to the relevant professors and given his progress in those classes, along with Emma’s backing, he didn’t expect any trouble just because he was taking a day off.Updated chapters at novelhall.coma Frost, as it turned out, was not just rich... she was well-connected. When it came to Empire State University in particular, she was very connected, mostly on account of it being her alma mater. As an alumnus of the school who regularly donated vast amounts of money, Emma’s influence at ESU could not be understated. But then, Thaddeus had never tried to understate it... he’d known just how much power she had at the university ever since he arrived to find his dorm was supposed to be all-female.

Regardless, Risty Wilde’s teasing tone is doubly duplicitous because not only is she not actually ‘getting him’ in any actual fashion... she’s not even truly Risty Wilde. This is Mystique, the same shapeshifter who tried to get him to join up with her and the Brotherhood of Mutants all the way back in his home town last year. Thaddeus has known as much since his very first day on campus in fact, when he’d listened to her and her roommate Anna Marie talking through the door.

Hearing Anna Marie call Risty ‘ma’ would have been weird enough but hearing them talk about the potential for him to help with whatever Anna Marie’s mutation was had sealed the deal since at that point in time, even he had just learned that he had the ability to enhance and strengthen the powers of the women he slept with.

Now though, he doesn’t even have to rely on such leaps in logic. He didn’t want to necessarily overuse his telepathic abilities. Thankfully, whatever fucking Laura so much had done to his mind had not only given him a powerful psychic defense, but it had also helped him learn to control his newfound telepathy in record time. Emma had actually been a little jealous at how quickly he’d managed to rein himself in once they got started on that front.

Still, while most of the time he would NOT be trying to read the minds of everyone around him, when he knew for a fact he was in front of someone lying to him... well, it didn’t exactly make sense to hold back, did it? Especially when he could just reach out and... oh now, that was interesting. As it turned out, the mind of ‘Risty Wilde’ was like a closed book to him.

Did Mystique herself have some sort of psychic defenses that he hadn’t even known about? To be fair, it wasn’t as though the ‘book’ in this metaphor was locked necessarily. To extend the metaphor further, he can tell he could pry it open without much difficulty. However, taking the metaphor out back and butchering it, he can also tell that the ‘book’ would know the moment he did so. Mystique would know that he knew the moment he tried to peer into her mind.

Flashing ‘Risty Wilde’ a responding smile at long last, Thaddeus just nods his head.

“It was an excellent weekend, thanks. And you? Party a little too hard last night to be just waking up today?”

Risty huffs, not looking even remotely hungover or partied out as her eyes twinkle and she flicks her raven-black hair with lavender streaks back.

“You’re one to talk, stud.”

Yep, she was really trying to push this ‘naughty, naughty’ narrative, wasn’t she? Unfortunately for her, it just wasn’t going to work.

“My absences are excused for the day, Risty. I’m free until football practice later.”

Which he would be attending. Even if he didn’t really need to for any reasons of personal growth at this point, it was still important that he go to as many football practices as he could. Not only would it help him to maintain his cover when he almost certainly crushed it at their future games, but it would also help build team morale.

Thaddeus might have known he was all that and a bag of chips, but he wasn’t about to act like a prima donna about it. That was the old him. That was Chad Cummings, the goofball jock who, while not exactly dumb, also wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box. He’d left that life behind him when he’d left the name Chad behind.

Risty’s eyes light up at hearing that and suddenly she’s outside of her dorm room, a hand planted on his chest and her fingers trailing over his pectorals.

“Oh? Free, you say? Free for some... fun?”

She’s stripped out of her pants and top at this point as well, revealing that she was only wearing panties underneath. She also reveals the number of piercings her current persona has, with her nipples and belly button pierced. She’s really selling the punk rock aesthetic; Thaddeus can’t help but note as his eyes roam over her body.

Smirking wickedly, ‘Risty’ struts forward, only to stop right in front of him and cock a hip out as she lifts an eyebrow.

“Like what you see, stud? Or am I too... different for you after all?”

It’s said more teasingly this time, and she clearly knows he doesn’t mind the piercings. Honestly, he’s surprised that Mystique hasn’t given her Risty Wilde persona more tattoos. It’s not like they would be permanent for a shapeshifter. But maybe she really was worried that he would find such a thing to be a little too much.

Still, they’re a glaring absence for someone who’s trying to present themselves as some sort of punk rock, alternative-type girl. Not that Thaddeus is about to mention it. He’s still playing dumb after all.

“I love what I see, Risty.”

He grins at her and Risty grins back. Then, she drops to her knees between his legs and begins unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She takes her time with it though, Thaddeus notices. She’s moving very slowly, even as she extracts his cock from its confines and her eyes widen slightly in actual surprise.

“Wow. I know I call you a stud... but this is big. Really big.”

Its his turn to smirk, knowing full well that he actually HAS gotten a bit bigger since he and Mystique first fucked. Now it’s his turn to tease ‘Risty’ as he throws her own words back in her face.

“Am I too big for you after all, Risty?”

Her eyes flicker up to his face at that, a flash of irritation barely there for a moment before disappearing. She huffs in faked amusement a moment later and rolls those same eyes at him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, stud. I can handle anything you can throw at me.”

He knows that, of course. But why does it almost sound like she’s trying to pass it off as false bravado? Indeed, even as she says that, Risty actually injects a note of worry into her gaze as it flicks back down to meet his throbbing member. Is she trying to make him think that she really can’t handle his cock?

Thaddeus gets the answer to that a moment later when Risty hesitantly leans in and kisses his cockhead, slowly and steadily working her hands up and down his shaft. There’s no real confidence in her movements though. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was actually a virgin just like she claimed her roommate was.

... Was that the impression Mystique wanted him to get about Risty Wilde? That she was all bark and no bite? He knew that the shapeshifter could do better of course, he’d literally experienced better from her before. But in this moment, Risty Wilde is... well, amateurish.

She eventually takes some of his cock in her mouth, but she’s very hesitant and skittish about it. She never goes too deep and she never goes too far. In fact, her entire technique seems to be manufactured to make for a subpar blowjob-handjob combo.

... Oh. She’s waiting for Anna Marie. The realization hits Thaddeus like a lightning strike. Mystique is waiting for whoever she texted, almost certainly Anna Marie but also potentially a hit squad of some sort, to arrive. She’s slow rolling him but she can’t let him know she’s slow rolling him, so she’s presenting her Risty Wilde persona in a certain way instead.

Honestly, it’s quick thinking. He’s sort of impressed. The question though is... does he let her continue like this? Does he continue enduring a subpar blowjob that admittedly will never make him cum and wait for the next phase of Mystique’s plan to reveal itself? Or does he reveal his knowledge here and now and see where they’d go from there?

Of course, there’s the third option of taking control under the guise that he ‘realizes’ Risty is a virgin with no experience and seeing how the hell Mystique handles him then...

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The Patreon Vote:

[ ] Let Mystique continue to stall until her daughter gets back - 9%

[X] Take control without revealing that he knows who she is - 81%

[ ] Reveal that he knows who she is and call her out on everything - 10%

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