You sit down to a peaceful breakfast in the X-Men mansion, the clink of your spoon against the bowl a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos of mutant life. As you take a bite, you catch Illyana—Magik—leaning against the counter, her blue eyes fixed on you with a wide-eyed intensity that makes you pause. Every time you glance her way, she smirks, mumbling something under her breath, her long blonde hair with black horn-like extensions swaying slightly. The entire meal drags on like this, her low chuckles and cryptic whispers filling the air, and a knot of concern begins to form—had you done something to irk her? You try to focus on your food, but her presence looms, her massive breasts straining against her tight black leather outfit, the spiked shoulder pads glinting as she shifts.

The day doesn’t get better as she follows you around, her thick thighs and huge ass accentuated by her thigh-high boots as she trails you through the halls. Even the danger room assignment shifts—suddenly it’s just the two of you, her magical portals warping the scenario into a personal challenge. Her smirks grow more frequent, her soul sword occasionally flickering in her hand as she watches you dodge obstacles. Finally, you’ve had enough, spinning around to confront her, your voice rising as you demand to know why she’s been so weird. She pauses, tilting her head, her blue eyes glowing faintly as she steps closer, her leather outfit creaking with the movement.

“Would you like to make out?” she asks suddenly, her tone casual yet laced with mischief, her clawed gloves brushing against her belt of runes. She leans in, her massive breasts nearly brushing your chest, her thick thighs shifting as she stands with a confident stance, the faint shimmer of magical energy dancing around her. Her smirk widens as she waits for your reaction, mumbling a spell under her breath as if testing your nerve. “What, cat got your tongue? I’ve been dropping hints all day—thought I’d make it clear. So, what’s it gonna be, or do I need to teleport us somewhere more… private?” She winks, her soul sword glowing faintly as she looms, her teasing nature fully on display, daring you to respond amidst the tension of the danger room.