Chapter 19: A Morphing X-gene (Edited)

"Shit, why couldn't she just come a bit later," Liz mutters sullenly.

"We will have plenty of time from now on, so don't feel down," I reassure her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, which brings a smile back to her face.

Together, we head off to find MJ, who's watching us with narrowed eyes, as if she already knows what went down between us two.

Later, the three of us made our way to the game room since Liz wanted to try out some arcade games.

"You were right, bro. Skye looked pretty disheveled, but she insisted that it's not from her lack of sleep," MJ comments as we were standing a bit farther away from Liz, who is engrossed in playing a classic hack-and-slash arcade game.

"I will check up on her later then," I respond, sighing.

"No, weirdly, she said to absolutely not let you go to her room. Did you do something to make her mad, Luke?" MJ asks, her eyes suspicious.

"I have no clue," I answer honestly.

MJ also sighs and changes the subject. "About today, I am sorry for bringing her here. I know it's a stressful time for you with Toni and all, but she was very difficult to get rid of once she knew I was visiting you," she says with another sigh. "If she annoyed you, then I am sorry, brother." she adds, sounding defeated.

"No, not at all. I quite enjoyed her 'company,'" I chuckle.

"Of course you did," MJ whispers, shooting me an annoyed look.

"Did you say something, Red?" I ask innocently, though I heard her murmur clearly.

"Nothing," she denies, taking a deep breath. "By the way, Aunt Cass is throwing a small party at her house. Mom wants you to come. She said it has been so long since you visited Aunt Cass, so you should attend," MJ says with a sweet smile.

"But she doesn't know about Toni. I didn't tell her—I didn't want her to worry. I will let her know you won't be coming," MJ adds.

"No, don't. I will come to the party tomorrow. It really has been a long time since I met her, and I will be able to meet Penny too this way" I say, smiling at the thought.

"Yes, she will also be there," MJ nods happily. "By the way, are you using some sort of cream or makeup?"

"No, why? Is my sister thinking that her brother looks more handsome today?" I smirk at her.

"Yes—I mean, no. Are you seriously not wearing anything? Let me check," MJ says, reaching to pinch my cheeks.

"No, this is all natural," I say, sidestepping her hand.

"So just let me check, then," MJ insists, trying to pinch my cheeks again.

"Don't lie. You have always had a bad habit of pulling my cheeks since we were kids," I say, stepping back.

"No, I am just checking for makeup," she smirks, leaping at me. Instead of moving away, I step forward and catch her by her thin waist.

I look down at the green-eyed redhead, whose big tits were smashed against my chest. In no time, my dick is standing erect, and MJ starts breathing heavily, her gaze locked on mine, undoubtedly aware of my growing erection.

Just then, Liz calls out, "Hey, what are you two doing, leaving me all alone here?" MJ quickly leaves my arms, her cheeks flushed red.

"Let's go, Liz," MJ says, strong-arming her straight out of the room.

"But why? We are having so much fun, and I haven't even tried the swimming pool yet," Liz protests.

"You can do it next time. You have got a lot of assignments waiting," MJ insists, her face still red and frustrated.

"Okay, okay, jeez," Liz says, relenting as she walks besides MJ.

I follow behind them, appreciating the two pairs of booties walking in front of them

Before reaching the elevator, Liz turns back and hands me her phone. "Let's exchange contacts so we can stay in touch," she says shyly.

"Sure." I type in my number, and she saves it, even giving me a quick call so I have hers, unaware that my Index holds a full set of information on her, not just her number.

"Don't forget to come tomorrow to the party," MJ reminds me with an annoyed face, "and take care of yourself. Don't overdo it with Toni's case.," she adds, her annoyed expression melting into a caring one.

"Yeah, don't worry," I say, giving her a reassuring smile.

Just as they are about to press the elevator button, the doors open, revealing two platinum-blonde women inside.

"Oh, hello! You must be Mary Jane, Luke's sister. I'm Felicia. I have always wanted to meet you," Felicia greets MJ warmly.

MJ glances between Felicia and me, clearly irritated. "I have seen enough of you already," she mutters, stepping into the elevator while dragging Liz along, who's eyeing Felicia suspiciously.

"Goodbye," MJ says as the elevator doors close, and Liz waves goodbye too.

"Why's she mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" Felicia asks, looking puzzled.

"Who knows," I reply, feigning innocence as I move forward to greet both of them properly.

"Come here, my kitty," I say, closing the distance between us. I cradle Felicia's face in my hands, pulling her into a deep kiss. She responds with equal fervour, her hands sliding under my shirt to touch my chest.

After the kiss, I turn my attention to the other blonde, Anastasia, who's wearing a daring outfit, probably Felicia's idea.

"You're looking smokin' hot," I tell her, eyeing her with hunger.

Anastasia smiles happily and hugs your neck, initiating another deep kiss. As I taste her mouth, I couldn't help but compare the tastes between mother and daughter.

After a thorough tasting the kiss concludes and I figure out that atleast their tastes are quite similar.

"We came here after hearing about Toni on the television," Felicia says, her expression worried. My smile falters at the mention of Toni's situation.

"They are saying Toni went missing during a terrorist attack on a military convoy in Afghanistan," Anastasia adds, holding onto me.

Although the news worries me, I already had a plan in place, which helped ease my worries. I then reassured both women, informing them of what I could share, and then led them to Basement 2 for tests.

As I entered the room, I overhear Helen whispering to Jemma, "Do you see that, Jemma? He's surrounded by beautiful women. If you don't make a move, you will never get a chance."

Jemma glances over, looking a bit anxious.

"Allow me to introduce Miss Anastasia Hardy, CEO of Hardy Foundation, and her daughter, Felicia Hardy," I announce, introducing both groups to each other.

Amara studies Anastasia curiously. "Miss Anastasia, forgive me, but you look much younger than the last time I saw you. Is that because of Luke?"

"Let me explain," I interject.

As I explain to the doctors, they are in disbelief hearing that through my powers, I have apparently de-aged Anastasia. After a series of tests, they concluded that Anastasia was in her early 20s, making her nearly 16 years younger!

Anastasia herself was pleasantly surprised, looking at me with obsessed eyes.

Afterwards, they begin testing Felicia, from whom I got my cat powers, mainly to see the differences between us two.

"I don't know how to thank you, Luke," Anastasia says quietly as we both were standing outside the room while the doctors conducted tests on Felicia.

"You don't need to," I reply simply.

"But this body, my youth, you returned it all to me. When Felicia told me about it, I assumed it might be temporary, but I have really become more than a decade younger," Anastasia sighs in disbelief.

"There is another thing" She adds fidgeting a little, "I think I am a virgin again" She whispers the last part as her ears go red.

My breath hitches looking at Felicia's mother, I feel an intense excitement and an overwhelming urge to deflower her right now!

Before I can reply, Amara approaches with a tablet in her hand.

"By comparing yours and Felicia's blood samples and genes, we were able to figure something out about your powers," Amara explains, showing me two displays side by side on her tablet.

"See, this first one is Felicia's DNA and this is her X-gene and its nucleotide sequence. The second display is yours, and as you can see, they are completely different, as they should be," Amara points out, indicating the two distinct nucleotide sequences.

At this point, others have started to gather around, and on my request, D.A.I.S.Y. displays the image on a widescreen so everyone could see.

"Now, when you use your Invisibility power, look at your gene and nucleotide sequence. It changes completely, which is fascinating in itself as it does so every time you use a power. But here is something more interesting: when you use your cat power, see the nucleotide sequence and compare it to Felicia's," Amara spoke with a hyped voice.

"It is completely the same," Jemma comments as she observes both of them.

"Yes, so your X-gene is copying her X-gene to replicate the power," Amara concludes excitedly.

The revelation doesn't surprise me much, as I had already theorised something similar must be happening.

"But someone like Colleen, who doesn't have an X-gene but is still using some kind of power, I don't know how to compare that to you. But even in that case, your X-gene is changing, so you might be replicating her power in a similar way," Amara says, lost in thought.

"Do we still have to do more tests?" Felicia asks me with pleading eyes.

"No, I think that's enough," I tell her, and she happily skips toward the elevator, ready to leave. Anastasia gives me a meaningful look as she follows her daughter.

After saying goodbye to the doctors, I am stopped by Jemma outside.

"Luke," she says, her face serious.

"Yes, Jemma, do you need something?" I ask, smiling at her.

For a second, she goes blank before blushing slightly. "It's just … I-I want to do that ritual with you too," she says with a determined look.

I raise an amused brow, taking a step closer. "Do you know what kind of ritual it is?"

"No, but I still want to try it," she insists, avoiding my gaze.

I close the distance between me and her reddening face. "It's possible that the ritual may turn very sex~ual," I speak sensually.

"I would still like to experience it once … for science," Jemma's entire face, and even her ears, have turned red.

"Okay then," I say with a smirk as my lips touch her ears. "But first, how about we go on a date, Hermione?" I call her by her nickname to ease the mood, backing away.

"A date?" Jemma looks at you in surprise.

"Yeah, this weekend. I'll pick you up at 6," you say, waving your hand as you walk away.

I didn't want to rush things with Jemma. Today, Liz's declaration made me aware that many girls need a proper process before I advance with them.

Jemma looks at Luke's receding back and sighs with relief, feeling happy. "A date? But what should I wear?" She starts to worry before remembering her two friends.