Emma smirked. Jean would now be eager to spread her legs for every cock in the school - except for Scott's. She had absolutely no interest in him now, though she lusted for utterly everyone else. Now time to have some fun with someone else....
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Meanwhile, Wasp was breathing fast, trembling with excitement. She had just activated the Reality Gem to produce one of her deepest, most hidden fantasies....
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Psylocke was studying herself critically in the mirror. Yes, she still looked good. She looked good, she walked good. She'd used to be a supermodel after all.
She hefted her breasts. Yes, she was hot. She knew it, of course. But she'd never taken the time before to really appreciate it. How so smoking hot she was. Like the hottest, sexiest thing on two legs.
Why didn't everyone appreciate it?
She sighed. She knew why. Because she was wasting her time fighting monsters and supervillains and shit, rather than spending her time making sure everyone saw and appreciates her hot body. She should be parading herself all over the place, giving everyone a good look. And getting a new wardrobe! And a new makeover! She was such a rich, hot babe! She should be back on the catwalk! And on TV! And maybe a sex-tape!
Psylocke giggled. Sure that was a little raunchy, but it would get people looking at her, right?
Emma chuckled. Yeah, Psylocke wouldn't be any trouble anymore. She'd been reduced to a vain, image-obsessed slutty celebutante who cared more about people staring at her body than doing anything important. She'd be too busy dancing at clubs and parties, "leaking" sex tapes to the Internet, to meddle in Emma Frost's games. Now, who next? Well, Professor X was obviously the biggest issue....
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