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He changed something comfortable, put his Lesser Regeneration back onto his ability slot, and waited for his surprise. Elevator doors opened ten minutes later, and Mary Jane appeared at the elevator with a smile that was far too bright for the hour.

And Jessica Jones behind her, looking like she’d agreed to this at gunpoint. Her guilt already gave him a good guess for her motive. Luckily, he had his phone in hand, and a couple of presses was enough to check the cameras, and reveal a very familiar car in the parking lot of the exhibition center … with one of the doors missing.

However, before saying something, he spent a second checking the elevator security tape, enough to get a sense of Mary Jane and Jessica’s familiarity, their body language suggesting that they were already friendly.

Good.

“Jessica, what a surprise,” he said cheerfully. “Did you come here to drop the car?”

That made Mary Jane pause. “What car?”

“Oh, Jessica asked to borrow the classic Shelby I had restored, promising that it wouldn’t be damaged. We even had a bet on it, a very expensive one.”

Mary Jane frowned. “I’m sure you can forgive it, especially since Jessica is willing to work as a bodyguard for a while.”

Jessica smiled as if Mary Jane had promised her a new car. “Yes, perfect idea. I’ll even do the bodyguard job for free.”

“See,” Mary Jane said.

He caught Mary Jane’s gaze and smirked. He was betting on reading their friendly interaction correctly. “Don’t you even want to learn what the bet is?”

Mary Jane looked at his expression, then turned to see Jessica actually blushing. She chuckled, as it looked comical since Jessica wore her usual tough-girl outfit, complete with a leather jacket, dark jeans, and boots capable of knocking down doors. With her super strength added to the mix, and her blush looked even more amazing.

“I changed my mind. I do,” she said.

“Can’t we focus on something more important, like how this asshole suddenly has powers?”

“No,” Mary Jane and Michael said at the same time. “So, what’s the bet?”

“She’ll have to model for a private shoot, and I have the exact thing in mind,” he said. He went to the endless closet, and pulled out a pink bodysuit corset. He also summoned one of the first items he had received.

[Bunny's Blessings]

{Common Item: A pair of rather raunchy bunny ears headband and a bunny tail buttplug pair. This pair of items slightly increases the charm of the wearer and makes them more appealing to other people.}

He had thought about using them on Pepper at first, but the opportunity never arose. Now he was glad that he didn’t. The juxtaposition would be even better on Jessica. He returned, but he hid it from Jessica, only showing to Mary Jane.

“Oh, perfect,” Mary Jane said with a giggle, her attitude showing that, in his absence, they got even friendlier. But then, it wasn’t too surprising. Mary Jane was uniquely equipped to understand the struggles of superpowers. She turned to Jessica. “Come, let’s get you changed.”

“No, I won’t,” Jessica said, though her tone was more whiny than serious.

“Well, sure. As long as you admit that you’re reneging on a bet because you can’t handle it,” he said.

“Fine,” Jessica growled, grabbing the pile from Mary Jane’s hand without even checking, and walked behind the curtain. Michael met Mary Jane’s gaze, waiting in anticipation. “What the hell!” Jessica shouted. “You can’t expect me to wear this! Can’t we do it naked!”

“A bet is a bet,” he called.

Mary Jane smirked. “Let me go and check her hair.”

“Thanks,” he said and kissed her. As far as get-well presents went, it was a spectacular one. Of course, he could see that Mary Jane didn’t plan to turn that into a threesome. Unlike Pepper, on whom she had a huge professional crush, Jessica was merely a good friend whom she had met a few days ago.

It was the other reason he was using the ears, as they would make Jessica even more attractive, which, with a few little extra pushes, would Mary Jane open to new experiences.

After all, he still remembered the way she watched Pepper getting fucked. Her gaze was not one that didn’t find female bodies sexy.

While he waited, he moved through the space with practiced ease, switching on soft lights, adjusting stands, and checking angles. Just because it was a private shoot didn’t mean it had to look unprofessional.

Then, finally, Mary Jane appeared. She had changed as well, wearing a short, loose nightie that straddled the line between cute and sexy. Jessica appeared.

Pink corseted bodysuit with a crisp white collar and cuffs, pink fishnet stockings, complete with a cute bowtie and glossy heels that Jessica only managed to balance due to her supernatural agility. And, the best of all, a pink headband with bunny ears that looked absurdly innocent on a certified badass like her.

Jessica stared at the mirror as if she wanted to shatter it.

“I hate you,” she said flatly.

Michael lifted an eyebrow. “Even after I allowed you to find your color? Pink suits you.”

Mary Jane made a sound like a delighted gasp and grabbed the ears. “He’s right.”

Jessica’s face went red, and she growled. It was a tight, angry blush that made it clear this bothered her specifically because she couldn’t punch it. Somehow, it made her look even cuter, like an angry bunny. “I will punt through the window.”

A bunny that could fulfill that particular threat, but Michael just smirked wider.

Mary Jane held the bodysuit up as if she were admiring a work of art. “This is… incredible. Too bad it’s a private shoot. I know several magazines that will pay huge money for it. A little fame wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“No, private only. Respect her boundaries, MJ,” Michael cut her off, because at the mention of fame, he saw panic in Jessica’s gaze transform from something light to pure panic. She was afraid of someone finding her.

He made a mental note to look into it.

“Good point,” Mary Jane responded, quick to take the clue. “So, how do we do?”

“Hmm, let’s start with something simple,” he said. “Jessica, pout for me,” he asked.

“You know I’ll make you pay for this, right?” she asked.

“Oh, I know,” he responded. “Still, it’s worth it.” Mary Jane giggled as well.

Jessica’s glare shifted to Mary Jane. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Mary Jane nodded happily. “Yes.”

Jessica’s shoulders lifted, then dropped, resignation and irritation mixing into something that looked almost like surrender. “Fine,” she said. “But this stays strictly private. Nothing goes to any magazine or the internet.”

Michael held up a hand. “Private set. No distribution. I’ll even destroy the memory card after we see the photos and mock you for a bit.”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Fine,” she accepted, trusting him. After all, she was aware that, if he wanted her compromising pictures, he had much better opportunities.

“Now, pout,” he ordered, a part of him telling him to treat this as a serious photo shoot. Admittedly, it would have created some interesting pictures, contrasting her incredible power with the deliberately flimsy and sexualized outfit.

Tonight wasn’t about art. It was about fun.

Michael lifted the camera and avoided using his calm photographer’s voice, instead teasing her with each pose. “Stand here,” he said, indicating the mark on the floor. “Feet apart. Turn onto your side and lean back. Trust the heels.”

She grumbled. “How can anyone trust something this flimsy. It feels like they will give up if I put the slighest force.”

“Then don’t,” Michael teased her. “You have the necessary balance not to ruin them.”

"Fine," she snapped and followed the directions. "But if you laugh, I’ll break the camera. And your dick."

Michael chuckled as he let his gaze examine the satin outfit. “Believe me, Jessica. Laughing is the last thing on my mind. What do you think, MJ?”

“What—“ Mary Jane said, then blushed. “Yeah, Jess. You look amazing. Fishnets, in particular, look amazing.”

Michael smirked, happy to see Mary Jane already getting in the mood. "You don't look stupid. You look incredibly hot. Dangerous hot. Like a bunny who'll kick your teeth in if you stare too long." He snapped to catch her frown. “Perfect.”

Jessica shifted her weight, the heels making her calves flex. "This is humiliating. I don’t remember the last time I felt something like this."

He gave her several orders, asking her to pose differently, cycling between cheesy pinup and pure erotic. Her cheeks stayed pink, but she started to get more familiar with the heels, moving smoothly.

"God, the way the fabric catches the light on your tits... perfect. Now turn, show the tail. Yeah, like that. Arch your back a little," he said, each compliment chipping away at her shyness.

"See?" Michael murmured. “It’s fun, right?”

Jessica shook her head. “Well, I have to admit. It’s not as horrible as I feared.”

Michael turned to Mary Jane, who was watching the show with some clearly confusing feelings. “MJ, do you mind fixing her bowtie?” She nodded and did that. “And, maybe fix the bust as well; it looks folded the wrong way.”

Mary Jane did, but her breath hitched, something Jessica missed as she was dealing with her own rush of feelings. Jessica didn't pull away when MJ’s hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist where satin met fishnet.

"One more set. Lean forward, hands on the stool. Ass out. Tail, front and center. Shake it,” he asked.

She obeyed, bending at the waist, the leotard riding up to expose the bottom curve of her ass. The position was obscene, yet she embraced it. "This is embarrassing," she whispered, but her voice had gone husky. “Is that it?”

“Not yet,” he said, and passed the camera to Mary Jane with a smirk. “You have the command now, MJ,” he said as he stood behind Jessica, his hands on her hips. “Surprise us.”

Jessica might have argued, but the dance of his fingers on her hips stopped her.

Mary Jane paused for a moment, but then she checked the settings with confidence, showing that she had made sure to learn during her shoots. “Keep going,” she said, voice low and commanding. “Michael, get rid of that ugly shirt.”

Michael’s cock twitched at the sudden authority in her tone.

After throwing away his shirt, he stood ehind Jessica again, hands settling on her satin-covered hips. Jessica growled, embarrassed and turned on in equal measure, but she didn’t pull away. “This is so fucking humiliating,” she muttered, yet her ass pushed back against him.

[Feat Achieved! Humiliate a heroine

+1x Silver Random Gacha ticket]

Sometimes, the system’s lack of nuance was annoying. Other times, it was amazing. This was one of the latter. If the system wanted to define the situation as some grave insult, he had no problems with it.

Mary Jane lifted the camera, eye to the viewfinder. “Shame looks good on you, Jessica. Arch your back more to push those tits out. Michael, hands on her waist. Squeeze hard and lift her. You’re supposed to be a super now. Act like it.”

Michael obeyed in amusement, fingers digging into Jessica’s hips hard enough to bruise a weaker woman, but Jessica’s breath hitched. Not surprisingly, as their previous time had shown just how effectively she reacted to physical might.

The next few poses were fun … well, mostly. Mary Jane made them copy old circus poses, making him twirl Jessica, make her sit on his shoulder, and other simple tricks. Michael said nothing, as he could see Mary Jane testing boundaries.

… and finding them perfectly malleable. Jessica was too lost in his rough grip to pay attention to the changes in the poses, while Michael was more than ready.

Then, she finally gathered her courage. She circled them slowly, shirt slipping off one shoulder, exposing her cleavage. “Now turn her around. Face me. Michael, stand behind her, arms around her waist. Cup her tits. Maul them. Show the camera how heavy they are in that stupid pink top.”

Jessica’s face burned scarlet as Michael spun her, palming her heavy breasts through the satin, thumbs flicking the hard nipples that poked obscenely against the fabric. The bunny ears flopped forward again. Mary Jane dropped to one knee for a low angle, lens pointed straight at Jessica’s flushed excitement.

“God, you look hot as hell,” MJ purred. “Eyes on me, bunny. Yeah, that glare. Perfect. Now, Michael… slide one hand down. Under the leotard. Finger her. Slowly. I want to see her squirm.”

Amusingly, Jessica’s tone gained back control, feeling her tone. “Oh, is this how to want to interview me, sexy,” Jessica said, grabbing Mary Jane to pull her closer even as Michael started fingering her. “I have a better idea.”

With that, Jessica kissed Mary Jane, a beautiful sight. Michael immediately slipped inside Jessica, as they had played enough.

Jessica pulled only after her tongue properly ravaged Mary Jane’s mouth, leaving her gasping. “You love this, don’t you? Big bad detective dressed like a slutty cartoon, treating you as you want.”

“I …” Mary Jane said, but that was all she was able to say before Michael reached forward, grabbed her chin and captured her hips as well. At the same time, he grabbed Jessica’s top, ripping easily.

It was one benefit to be able to use his super strength openly. But, he stopped her when she reached to her ears. “Keep them,” he ordered, then looked at Mary Jane. “And, you have another job, Mary Jane. Since you want to have a threesome, put your beautiful lips to a better use.”

“Fuck… you…” Mary Jane muttered, but that didn’t prevent her from falling down her knees and starting to lick her core.

Michael continued to fuck Jessica, his hands still on her breasts. Mary Jane’s lips danced, showing that Jessica wasn’t the first girl she had gone down, and under the double assault, Jessica started moaning, her head falling back to his shoulder. A broken moan escaped her mouth. “You two are insane…”

“Insanely hot,” Michael corrected, kissing the side of her neck while his free hand tugged the bunny ears straight again. Mary Jane pulled back, lips shiny.

“On your knees, MJ,” Jessica ordered, the last remaining hint of submission accumulated during the shoot burning in her arousal.

“I have a better idea,” he said as he pulled out of Jessica, and moved behind Mary Jane, Her clothes, he ripped with ease before he slid inside her, easily lifting her while he slid inside. “Don’t keep watching, Jessica. As my bodyguard, you need to make sure no one is a threat.”

“Good point. Let me check her for weapons,” Jessica teased as she leaned forward, capturing Mary Jane’s nipple between her lips while he continued to invade her core. “But, we also need to make sure to prevent any threat,” she added, and reached for her discarded top, the tail still attached.

Mary Jane’s eyes widened. “No,” she gasped, but her tone was filled with excitement.

“Princess. You were the one who told me it was the proper way to wear the tail, right? Now show me,” she said as she reached, and used the other way to attach the tail.

By slipping the butt plug into her puckered hole.

Mary Jane didn’t say anything, because she couldn’t say anything. Assaulted from three directions, she started moaning loudly enough to test the soundproofing of his penthouse. This time, when Jessica passed the ears to Mary Jane and grabbed the camera, he didn’t stop her.

“Smile at the camera, MJ,” he ordered instead while Jessica took photos. She did as much as she could between her moans as she experienced a climax explosive enough to wreck her body.

He walked toward the couch, Jessica followed with the camera, though she switched it to video and put it on the table. Then, she sat on the couch with her legs apart. He put Mary Jane on all fours, and started invading her while she licked Jessica.

“So,” Michael asked casually, even as he impaled Mary Jane repeatedly, occasionally poking her plugged tail to make her moan even louder. “Do you need a separate apartment, because the penthouse is large enough.”

Jessica smirked. “Well, I have to admit, the amenities are amazing,” she said, her hand grabbing Mary Jane’s beautiful hair, showing exactly what she was talking about. “Fine,” she said. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

[Feat Achieved! Corrupt a heroine

+1x Silver Random Gacha ticket]

Again with the unfounded accusations from the system. He definitely didn’t corrupt Jessica, but he also had no intention of turning down another free ticket.

“Good. Let’s seal the deal properly, then,” he said as he pulled out, letting Mary Jane collapse, already a puddle with pleasure.

Michael buried his face between Jessica’s thighs, tongue plunging deep. Jessica cried out, gloved hands fisting his hair. Jessica’s face contorted in pleasure, her legs tight around his head.

“Damn, it’s nice not to hold back,” she said. “Just tell me if ever gets too much.”

He just hummed, and let loose, glad that he no longer had to hide his stamina and agility, which allowed them to exhaust both women in an extremely fun way.

Only after he tucked both of them into bed, he activated his rewards.

[Heat Palm]

{Common Ability: Allows you to heat up your palms to red-hot levels, only your palms.}

[Adept Hand-to-Hand Combat]

{Rare Skill: You are very talented in unarmed combat, on the level of a veteran martial artist. You know how to move your body to unleash powerful blows, at this level, your arms and legs are lethal weapons.}

Heat palm had been rather underwhelming, only useful for increasing the number of his ability slots, or maybe some kind of bluff.

Hand-to-hand combat, on the other hand, arrived at the perfect time. He even had Jessica to ‘teach’ him so he had an excuse.

Altogether, a spectacular night, he decided. He could have gone to work on his base, but after a quick shower, he decided to slip between Jessica and Mary Jane instead.

Work-life balance was important…