Marvel: Emotion Farming System

Regretfully, the days of 11 Chapters a week are now over.

Well, it was great while it lasted, and now I can rest a little more.

From this week, the Chapters will be 4-5/week depending on how much I write in the week.

And since I love giving y’all unreasonable power stone goals, the goals will be staying, just higher.

2500/bonus, just cause I love to see you all suff-cough, happy when I release the bonus.

Aside from that, thank you for all the love and support on this work so far. It has been beyond any of my wildest expectations. Thank you for the support.

Now, get cracking.

PS: The Chapters will be getting longer from this point on.

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"I want you to stretch me out."

"Whoa, language." John sighed.

"You know I didn’t mean it that way... Well, depending on your performance, that is not off the table either." Kicking off her heels, the Black Widow had set her eyes on the target. "Now then, shall we start?"

’This growth is not normal by any standards, well unless the super soldier serum is involved.’ Natasha had half expected him to overpower her again, but he complied with her demands.

Watching him stretch, she had to admit he was quite good for his stature.

"Let me feel your form; I learn faster that way." She placed her palms on his shoulder, slowly sliding down his biceps while her clothed breasts rubbed against the back of his head.

His muscles weren’t ordinary. It was like touching steel cables. With that hardness and unyielding weight, she wondered how he even moved at all.

Was he enhanced cybernetically too?

The weight of his hand made her feel like that might be true, not to mention the thickness of the bones in his hand and legs. However, his muscles still functioned how normal ones would, and his bones still had proper shapes, at least the ones she could confirm by touch. And there was no sound when he moved or flexed his muscles either.

At least there was no physical tell of cybernetic enhancements. The super soldier serum became the more likely answer. But where would he get it from? It wasn’t some random candy.

"Can you stop groping me already?" He finally spoke when her hands climbed up his thighs.

"I am just doing my best to learn." She leaned in, looking him in the eye as her fingers traced the V line of abs. "But if it helps, you can do the same when it is my turn."

Needless to say, John didn’t take her offer. Even when she made obvious mistakes, he only half heartedly corrected her with words and made no contact.

’This method is truly a dud with him.’ Natasha sat on the floor in a split; there was a reason she still moved forward with the useless seduction even after knowing that. ’What gets me is those eyes again.’

At this point, even she felt a bit annoyed. Mostly because she couldn’t conclude the intention behind that gaze. A man his age shouldn’t be able to control his physical reaction when she came onto him so shamelessly, unless something about her put him off.

With the reactions of other male students and teachers, she had concluded that it wasn’t her physical appearance, at least. But then, what could cause this recoil?

Well, she could only find out by pushing the limits of physical touch. Because that’s when he reacted the strongest.

"That’s more than enough for today. Do it every day for three years, and you’ll grow one day. Probably." He shrugged, trying to slip away.

"That’s hard to believe." Natasha, still in the split, placed her elbows on the floor. "Let’s see, how about we have a duel? The winner gets the answer they want."

"I am listening." John’s ears perked up, seemed like she had agitated him just enough.

"It’s a simple contest of flexibility." After getting to her feet, Natasha picked up some chalk from the box near the parallel bars and drew a straight line on the floor.

With her feet on the line, she entered a split parallel to the line. Only a few inches away from a perfect win.

"Whoever is closer to the line wins; if any part of your foot’s side lifts from the line, you lose." She tilted her head with an inviting look. "You in?"

John looked at the line and how close Natasha was to it already. He could tell how this was going to end before it even began; however, this was a good chance. Probably the best chance he’d get to make her spill her intentions.

He hadn’t fully showcased the limit of his flexibility till now, and it seemed she had underestimated him because of that. With his arms crossed, John entered a smooth split, his feet sliding perfectly on the line.

"You are flexible." Natasha whistled as he settled before her.

"So are you," John muttered, looking over her head.

"I can do way better; I just need a helping hand." She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself to the line as well.

His muscular neck was so close, she could lick it, and she did just that. But John didn’t move because of the rules.

Not to mention how tightly she had pressed herself onto him; on the surface, she attempted to push him off the line. But beneath that was a different plan.

’So, he is attracted, but he knows something that makes him uncomfortable.’ Natasha felt the thing in his pants pressed against her stomach. ’Is it that?’

"Ok, I win." John removed her hands and stood back up like someone had reminded the tape.

"Sure, you did." Still, Natasha’s eyes were laser-focused on that hesitation.

She had never been this aggressive with seducing someone before, but her target still showed restraint. It was demoralizing in a way; even then, there was a part of her that felt a bit of hope.

If he could notice it, didn’t that mean there was a chance he could help? And for the Black Widow, a chance was more than enough.

’So, that is the passionate eye contact, huh? It really sucks you in.’ He coughed as she didn’t look away. In a way, this was bound to happen. She had been all over him for the better part of the hour, showcasing her assets to the fullest, and in the end, even Haki couldn’t save him.

’I would be more troubled if my body didn’t react.’ John controlled his breathing and emptied his first head to calm down the second.

"So, why are you after me?" He asked as she removed her hair tie, resetting her hair with a measured smile.

"New intel connects you much more intimately with the John Doe case." Since she had set the reward, Natasha didn’t play around further. It wouldn’t help her case after all.

"Since the website had a payment model, the money had to lead somewhere. We poured money into the system and tracked it, from us to the website, to the printing and delivery companies set up in Detroit. It took a sleepless night, but we understood the distribution system as the money circulated through different accounts to reach where it needed to reach." She straightened her shirt and the belt on her pants while walking towards him. "And we noticed that a good chunk of money reached your account using those same channels, the same account that was connected to the first PayPal wallet John Doe had given a link to."

’So that’s what the sudden increase in money was. Still, the greed finally came to bite me in the ass.’ John deadpanned. At the time, he really needed the money, and the Hanma’s uncontrolled urges were making him a lot cockier than he was.

The only good thing was that he didn’t take all the money the website had gathered and kept it in there, only taking enough to keep his account over $40,000.

Still, even after he removed the PayPal link, it was no surprise that SHIELD tracked it somehow. At this point, John really felt like he should find an IQ boost in the system shop.

’Hill traced the PayPal account expecting another convoluted mess, but that was the most straightforward thread. So straightforward that Hill still believes it to be bait.’ She almost laughed when she heard her this morning. Staying too close to Fury had affected Agent Hill in more ways than one. Natasha, however, paid close attention to John’s unchanging expression.

"Are you, John Doe?" She threw the question out at last, even if it wasn’t the one she wanted answered.

"I work for the guy, his illustrator actually." And he lied as naturally as he breathed.

"Are you now?" She tilted her head.

But instead of speaking, he pulled out a book and pencil from his bag. Soon the sound of lead scratching paper filled the area.

"Should I do a pose for you?" Natasha observed his rock-solid focus on the paper as he glanced at her from time to time.

"You are doing enough as is." He looked at her fitting shirt and flowy fabric of her pants.

’Trying to act cool, is he?’ She waited for him to finish, placing a hand on her hip, and it took him about five minutes while she held still for him.

When he handed her the paper, Natasha felt like the image was taken by a camera and converted into black and white. Even if he had only used a pencil, the details were good enough to make her believe that he was a professional illustrator.

’The callouses on his fingers check out as well. Also, he likes that part, hmm?’ Natasha noticed how clean the folds of her pants around the thighs, the thigh gap, and her hips were too; it was like he had spent 90% of the time drawing her legs alone.

With a sly smile, she slid the paper into her folder as if it was her trophy.

If she cared about the John Doe case, she would’ve pushed more. But for the sake of what she wanted, Natasha was willing to end this trial here even if Hill had asked her to pursue this to the end.

"What you gave is the reason SHIELD is after me; what about you personally?" And John gave her just enough push to close that door naturally, leading to the second one.

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