He does not

Jamie was hesitant. Maybe it was the fact he had never heard about this mysterious stranger or her organization. Maybe it was the fact her outfit was decked out with several miniature skulls. Or maybe it was the fact that SHE HAD KNOCKED OUT HIS TEACHER AND KEPT HER TIED UP IN A CLOSET WHILST ASSUMING HER IDENTITY! But something told him this Mystique and her brotherhood weren't on the straight and narrow. He wasn't sure what to do. Jamie didn't wanna become a criminal (or, at least an organized criminal. The occasional harassment of several women was fine). But also, considering Mrs. Wood's **** body was currently laid on the floor, he got the feeling they weren't the kind to take a no for an answer. It was then he remembered. Duh! He's got the perfect counter for this. Just freeze this Mystique girl, pick her up (maybe have some fun with her), then drop her off at the police station.

Facing the shapeshifter, Jamie got ready before giving his answer. "Free-" but before he could finish his sentence, the dark blue villainess had already closed the gap between them, her hand wrapped tightly around his throat.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast." She chided playfully, "I did some reconnaissance before deciding to approach you directly. I know how your mutation works and what it does." Her hand sqeezed around his throat, cutting off his air supply. "Now, take a nice long nap for me. When you wake up, we can have a proper discussion about you joining us."

Jamie's eyes widened in panic as the femme fatal crushed his windpipe. His throat burned. He tried to scream, but no words came out. He tried to struggle, but he was no match against the woman's clearly superior strength. Panic flooded his mind as he wondered if he'd truly be kidnapped and made to become some sort of super villain's lackey.

Not even thinking through his actions, Jamie shot out his left leg straight forward, landing square in his attacker's stomach. Mystique's grip tightened for a few seconds before she quickly let go, letting Jamie fall to the floor as she held her midsection. "Agh! You little brat!" she groaned through gritted teeth, her face morphing from one of superiority to unbridled rage. "Just for that, before taking you back, I'm gonna-"

Wasting no time, Jamie looked up and let out a hoarse, "F-Freeze..." Before she could even react, Mystique froze in place, her face still flaring with anger.

Jaime slowly stood up, couching as he got his bearings in order. "Y-You fucking psycho bitch!" he yelled out angrily. "you almost killed me!" After taking some deep breath and calming himself down, Jamie got a good look at Mystique's figure. "Although, I have to say, you've got quite the killer bod." he walked up to her frozen form, admiring it as if it was a museum statue. "Maybe if you approached me looking like this and didn't **** one of my teachers, I might have come around to the idea of joining forces."

He reached out, grabbing onto her ample breasts. As he gave them a squeeze, but they didn't really feel all that great. Like squeezing two rocks in his hands. That's when he realised. "Oh shit, right. Resume chest only." The moment he uttered those words, Mystique's breasts immediately turned from rock solid into their usual soft selves, Jamie's fingers instantly sinking in. "Oh fuck yeah."

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For several hours, Jamie used the villainess' full breasts as his personal stress balls, squeezing and pulling at them to his heart's content. Mystique all the meanwhile put up no resistance. Well, it's not like she could. For the time being she was basically just a more warm satute. Had she been aware of what was currently happening to her, no doubt she would crush his head like a grape for daring to defile her like this. But as it stood, she was nothing more than a toy for the hormonal teen to use as he pleased. "Mmm, oh yeah." Jamie moaned as he gave her nipples another hard tug. "Why are you even a supervillain? With a body like this, you'd probably make bank as a stripper! You wouldn't even need to change your appearance."

After finally getting his fill, Jamie took a step back, leaving her breasts hanging out. He stood admiring her. Even if she did try to strangle him mere moments ago, he'd be a fool to try and claim she didn't have curves in all the right places. Nice, shapely hips. A large, buxom chest. A tight, plump ass. It was slowly turning his anger towards her into something more... carnal. His erection began straining against his pants as he wondered what he should do next.