Scott failed to seduce Emma.... If you want things to be done... do them by yourself!

Even though I would sleep alone in my bed again tonight, I was in a surprisingly good mood. I was curious above all else how my last request would be interpreted by Jean. I already imagined the funniest things how it would go on. It was always funny and interesting to see how other people would interpret my requests and then act on them. But I was no less curious to see how Scott would carry out his instructions. I walked through the corridors of the school and pondered briefly. When had I started to think of it as instructions? I took a moment of rest and sat down. While there were still students scurrying through the hallways here and there, it had by and large become very quiet. Perfect for thinking. But no matter how I twisted and turned it, I always came to the same conclusion.

I had fallen in love.

With a married woman.

My teacher.

And the most fucking powerful being on the planet!

"Fuck!" I moaned annoyingly and then laughed. It was a liberating laugh that really did me good. I would continue to follow this path and live with the consequences. The worst thing that could happen to me was that Wolverine killed me. Okay, not a very pleasant thought, but it wouldn't be that bad. First, they would have to catch me.

Now it was time to check on Scott and Emma Frost. Unfortunately, it turned out to be harder than I thought. I noticed relatively quickly that the teachers' rooms had no name tags. After about half an hour this search was too stupid for me and I took a shower. At this time of the day there was no one in the shower and so I went back on my way with a towel and my clothes under my arm.

And then I saw her.

Emma was sitting on a bench and looking out the window. When she saw me, she raised her eyebrow and I just raised one hand to wave at her.

"Shower this late?" she asked me and lit a cigarette. Since she was here, and she wasn't about to fuck Scott that must mean that she had turned him down. I patted the towel clean and then grinned with a shrug off my shoulders. "Ah no paper?" she finally asked and sighed.

I shook my head and looked at her questioningly because she looked frustrated.

When she noticed I was still looking at her she turned to me. "Dean was that name, right?"

I gave her a thumbs-up and she sighed, "Have you ever been able to make a mistake and then when you almost repeated it but stayed strong not to... you still feel like crap?

Now I was a little embarrassed and scratched my head and waved my arms around wildly and she watched me a little bit. "Heavens! Just say yes or no!"

"Sure!" I grinned and asked uncertainly. "You're not gonna kill me now, are you?"

"Jean must have told you really bad things about me, huh?" she sighed dejectedly.

"To be honest, she didn't talk about you that much. She doesn't seem to like you very much."

"And you?"

"Well... you can scare the hell out of a person!" I admitted and looked down at myself. "I... well, I've just been in the shower! I don't usually run around like this!"

"Well, I hope so for the ladies here at school. Besides, you really don't want Scott to see you standing in front of Jean like that." She said with a smile and when she pronounced the name Scott she looked briefly ... yes ... I don't know ... angry? Lustful? Sad. Maybe a little bit of everything.

"Since I'm not allowed to talk much... I've gotten into the habit of listening carefully." I said, and she looked at me with those crystal blue eyes and seemed to think.

"Why not? Maybe it'll help you see that there are always two sides to everything. Would you like to sit down?"

"Shouldn't I get dressed first?" I asked baffled and she laughed.

" Kiddo. I have seen more men wearing less than you... So... I don't mind. And my reputation here at school can hardly get any worse."

"Whatever you say." I said and sat down next to her. But I stayed away from her a little bit and smiled sheepishly. "What did she tell you about me?"

"That you fucked her husband..." I said, holding my mouth shut and opening my eyes in horror. Heaven. I had to watch out. Just because I could talk to Jean like that didn't mean I should get into the habit. She also looked at me and raised an eyebrow, and when she saw my red face, she looked at me.

"Either she's really mad at me or Jean didn't say anything like that," she laughed and nodded at me understandingly. "You know... Jean and I are actually quite similar. We are both strong-willed women who have great power. However, she was lucky to find this place here. I, however, only found the Hellfire Club. Just think of this place as a bridge between Magneto and Xavier. Whatever. They are simply mutants that humans don't want to get rid of, but rather have power over them. I was one of the members and not only that. I was a big shot for them. My youth was shitty when I compare it to this. But from a certain point on the club developed in a different direction. With Magneto on one side and Xavier on the other, our boss thought about how he could keep a balance and looked for mutants everywhere. At this point I started to have doubts for the first time.

So, you wanted to quit?

"Yes. At least I thought about it. But then a member by the name of Mastermind entered and... Suddenly, I didn't want to get out. On the contrary. I actively began searching for mutants and encouraged them to join us."

"Get them to join? How."

She looked at me long before she answered. "One way or another, Dean." Her tone was almost angry, and I raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose this man named mastermind had something to do with it?" I asked and had no idea how one could call himself mastermind.

"You could put it that way yes. Mastermind is an illusionist. But not only that. He can also change the way you think. He can make you do things you don't want to do."

"That's why... they're so angry with me." I nodded thoughtfully. "I remind you of this man."

"Dean... I'm not mad at you or anything. I just... made a lot of mistakes, and someone who had powers like yours... made me make a lot more mistakes. I've been careful ever since. I know this is completely unfair and wrong towards you, but that's just the way I am. Unfortunately, I'm not like Jean."

"Why do you always compare yourself to her? Is it because of what happened with Scott?"

"He's a smart guy. Maybe so. Maybe I'm just jealous of her. She has all these powers and yet she hasn't been corrupted. She has friends, people trust her, and she's good-looking. And she has this great man by her side and she is even so noble and has forgiven him for what he did to her because of me." She sighed. "You know, Dean. I don't know what you think of me, but I'm just trying ... Jean would laugh now ... I'm trying to be like her."

"I think that's stupid." I said it right away, and I got a look of wonder.

"Stupid?"

"Yes... you're trying to be someone else, but you don't even know who you really are. Jesus. I should shut up. I'm way too young to be pulling that crap," I laughed, but Emma took my hand and, smiling, asked me to keep talking. "I'm just saying. You say you had a crappy childhood and your environment was just as crappy. And someone manipulated your mind to do things you didn't want to do. But... you're here now, right? You're free of this guy and this club and the students here can learn a lot from you. You say that Jean here has been sheltered and raised safely. But sometimes you need the world outside to be prepared for it. I'm sure the students will learn a lot from your experience.

"That's...right, Dean. Jean has found a really good student," she smiled from the heart for the first time.

"Well... As far as I remember you wanted to teach me one or two tricks as well?" I grinned cheekily.

"Yes. I certainly said that. But today I'm not in the mood. Besides, it's getting late."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, Dean. Not really."

"I'd really like it if we could become friends and talk about everything!" I smiled and saw how she reacted to my request.

"Yeah... Having a friend would be nice. Because sometimes I still feel like an outcast here. Most people here know what I did and don't really trust me."

"You see? I don't know anything about anything. That means I have an open mind."

"Uh-huh... open-minded. And what about that piece of paper you put in my hand?"

"That... well... well... it was just a joke." I smiled, and she smiled.

"I liked what I read. Talking, huh? I can give it a try. So, as you know, I seduced Scott.

"Seduced? Come on! While we're talking, don't let everything be pulled out of your nose. Be so good and tell me everything right. We are friends after all. Besides, only then I can really understand what happened to you."

She looked at me a little confused and then thought. "Dean. I am not Jean. I have ... what's the word ... a really ... mhm ... naughty ... way of expressing myself."

"So, what? I'm old enough to take that kind of ****. Besides... please!"

"Okay, okay! But if Jean gets on my nerves because you've picked up any nasty words, I'll deny it all!" she grinned, and an interesting thought occurred to me. If I couldn't fuck Jean...

"Don't worry. I promise I won't let you fuck me up, no matter how hard you try. So please... show me your dirtiest side." I smiled, and she laughed happily at me.

"boy. You have no idea who you just messed with! I'm Emma Frost. The former White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Shall I show you how I used to walk around?" She took her cell phone out of her pocket and scrolled through some pictures until she held it out to me. She was wearing snow white panties and a matching corsage. She looked like a goddamn porn star.

"Woah... I never expected anything like this! I thought you were a big shot at this club."

"I was. But well... let's just say... the mastermind made me a little... mhm... more open to the needs of the members." She said and stroked my thigh. "If you understand what I mean!"

I stared at her hand and swallowed hard when she took it away. "I mean... I just said that I was bringing new members to our club... some I seduced, some I manipulated and some I... well... let's just say after they got out of the hospital they were much more accessible!" she grinned.

"Okay... so... have you... used... your body?"

"Right. And that was the worst period of my life. At the time it seemed perfectly normal for me to do something like that. I enjoyed it. But... well, that wasn't really me. I mean, I was always a little wild and... I really enjoyed sex. But I was never a slut. I was never a whore or anything! I had my fun but... mastermind made me be exactly that!"

"I'm so sorry to hear that. What... do you think about this time today?" I asked and basically, I had something very similar in mind.

"Mhmm... Let's put it this way. When I get my hands-on Mastermind, he will wish he had never been born. I will make him pay for everything he did to me" she growled angrily and then admitted sighing, "even if a small part of me misses certain things. dean. Maybe we'll talk more about this later. A visit today has upset me and I'm not exactly myself today."

"Couldn't we just talk about this in your room?"

"Mm. I... I think it's doable... when do you have the time?"

"I'd really appreciate it if we could talk about it now. about everything that's upset you. I grinned broadly and to be honest I didn't really feel like playing with her for long. She was already a slut after all. No matter what she said. A woman who walked around like that was a sex addict fuck who loved it and needed it.

"Mhm. Maybe you're right. Why put it off until another day?" She said and got up. "Come with me."

When we arrived in her living area, I immediately noticed the difference between her room and Scott and Jean's. Hers seemed less... Already luxurious and a nice interior. She indicated a place where I could put my things and sat down on a huge armchair.