NOVPUB— Emma's Mansion —
Sunlight drifted slowly through the tall, expensive windows of the mansion, slipping between thick velvet curtains and spilling golden light across the spotless marble floor.
In the fancy living room, on an absurdly long cream-colored couch that looked like it was made for lounging in luxury, Scott and Emma were caught up in a heated kiss.
It was a sloppy, messy kiss that was… oddly sexy.
Scott sat deep into the couch as his back sunk into plush cushions as Emma straddled him, her toned thighs framing his hips like they were built for this exact position. Her soft ass ground against his crotch in slow, torturous motions that made his breath hitch.
It made his manhood feel so alive.
He could never get tired of the sweet sensation of having her ass cheeks grind against him.
His hands roamed up and down her back — firm, caressing, desperate — fingers digging into the supple curves of her hips, the roundness of her cheeks, the softness of her thighs.
Every squeeze made Emma arch into him.
Mmm~ ❤️ Mmmnnn~
Her moans slipped through their sloppy kisses like melted candy.
"God—Scott ❤️"
She gasped, abruptly breaking the kiss just to throw her head back.
Her hair spilled like silk, eyes fluttering shut as another moan escaped her lips — loud and arousing.
Their lips met again, hungrily now.
Mmmnnn ❤️ Hnnnnn~ ❤️
Wet. Sloppy.
Their mouths rubbed more than kissed, like their lips were drunk on each other.
Their bodies moved like they were rehearsing a scene from a very erotic ballet, and neither of them planned on stopping anytime soon.
Then—
"Yo—uh—what the actual hell—?"
Marcus.
The sudden voice from the staircase was like a record scratch at the club.
Emma froze mid-kiss.
Her amber eyes flicked sideways with a half-lidded side-eye that spotted Marcus standing on the stairs like someone who'd just walked into a horror movie — except the horror was two adults shamelessly sucking face in 4K.
Blissfully unaware (or pretending to be), Scott still had his lower lip trapped between Emma's teeth like she was trying to chew off a particularly stubborn piece of meat… and their lingering saliva didn't make things any prettier.
Meanwhile, Emma's hips had a mind of their own and were still—still—grinding against Scott's crotch.
A quiet… oopsie.
Marcus stood awkwardly, shoulders tense as his eyes darted everywhere but the couch.
Now fully aware, Emma pulled back with a wild look in her eyes — like she'd just been hit by a hurricane. She scrambled to fix her hair, which at this point looked like it had tried to fight a tornado and lost.
She was trying to pretend everything was normal, but she was pretty sure Marcus still wasn't used to all the loud, passionate nights she had with Scott — or the times she used to masturbate to porn even before they started dating.
Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn't freaked out by now or called his mom about the whole situation.
"Uhh…uhm… I thought you left for school already?"
She stammered, smoothing down a few rebellious strands that just wouldn't cooperate.
"Like—early? Right?"
To his credit, Marcus played it off with all the grace of a caffeinated ostrich. He adjusted his backpack like it was some kind of force field and muttered—
"Yeah… yeah… just forgot some stuff."
Scott, still under Emma and clearly not regretting a single decision, gave Marcus a look that basically said "Do you mind?" Complete with a subtle hand-wave.
Realizing she was still sitting on her boyfriend's lap, Emma finally stood and started fixing her twisted tank top.
"Oh! Right, food! You're taking pizza, yeah?"
She spoke way too brightly.
"Or… I dunno… beer?"
Scott groaned, throwing his head back.
"Just when it was getting good…"
Marcus blinked.
"I'll just take school lunch today, Aunt Em."
Then, hesitating, he glanced at Scott.
"Uhm… can I drive your GT-R to school today? I wanted to ask earlier but, y'know…" 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Scott shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Sure, man. It's fine."
Emma immediately whipped her head around.
"What?! Absolutely not! You don't even have a license!"
Marcus frowned. "But—"
"No buts!"
She snapped, folding her arms.
"You almost reversed into a tree last time!"
Scott scratched his chin.
"Oh yeah… forgot about that…"
"See?!"
Emma shot back.
"Forget that dumb suggestion, Marcus!"
Marcus let out an exaggerated sigh and muttered under his breath—
"You guys are no fun… always sucking face and moaning, and I say nothing! But I make one harmless request and boom! Instant shutdown."
Emma blinked. "The nerve of that kid…"
Scott tugged her wrist, still lounging lazily.
"Looks like he's off to school. So… teacher-student roleplay again?"
Emma's annoyed pout turned into a slow, dirty grin.
"Mmm~ Kinky. Lemme get the cane. And don't hold back this time, I want it to sting."
Scott sighed with a smirk. "Sure…"
Emma giggled and practically skipped upstairs.
"YIPEEEE!!"
･･･
[Later – Master Bathroom]
Evening settled in, bathing the huge master bathroom in a soft, amber light.
Scott stood at the sink with a towel wrapped around his waist and another one pressed to his face as he dried off.
The air smelled like lavender and warm water.
Meanwhile, Emma was stretched out in her oversized bathtub, completely naked under a mountain of sweet-smelling bubbles. She looked like a spoiled goddess, phone in one hand and a glass of champagne within easy reach.
She stared at her screen — business emails, messages from Asteroid City, and the upcoming board meeting about the expansion of Éclat by Hermia.
Her smile slowly faded.
Scott glanced over and noticed the shift immediately.
He approached the tub, leaning on the edge casually.
"You good?" he asked.
Emma jolted slightly, then nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. Just… I dunno. I have this weird… feeling. Like something bad's about to happen."
Scott raised a brow.
"Well, you're flying out for two days of board meetings with uptight investors in suits."
He smiled teasingly.
"What could possibly be worse?"
That earned him a small, amused smile.
He gestured dramatically at the luxury around them.
"Like, can you imagine trading all this and me for a bunch of spreadsheets."
Emma grinned.
"Oho~ you're missing me already? What happened to 'Mr. Responsibility' telling me not to reschedule?"
She leaned forward, soapy skin glistening.
Scott pressed his dry forehead against hers.
The closer they got, the more their bodies charged.
"Well… that was before I dipped your hard nipples in syrup and sucked on 'em like candy. Still can't believe you let me do that."
Emma bit her lip, giggling softly.
"Mmm~ I'm all yours, remember?"
Their lips met again, slow and warm, and then Scott left the bathroom, humming under his breath.
Emma watched him go.
Her heart was buzzing. It felt strange.
When he was out of sight, she pulled up her phone again, this time more hesitant.
Her eyes flicked to the unopened message.
[From Scottie McQueen.]
She didn't open it.
She just stared.
She sighed deeply and dropped the phone on the table beside her champagne.
『Everything's been going so perfectly… I'm scared I'll ruin it with my own hands. He hasn't even asked about that letter from his sister… should I just pretend it doesn't exist? I mean, he doesn't like talking about family after all. I already know how he gets about that…』
Her face turned sad again.
『And Nadia… shit, I haven't answered her calls in days. I just… can't. Not right now.』
Emma sighed again and sank deeper into the bubbles as exhaustion started to nip at her edges.
Outside the window—
Hidden behind the rose-draped trellis, a small drone hovered silently as its lens recorded everything.
Somewhere far away… a dark figure watched.
The screen showed Emma's face.
A relaxed, lovely and vulnerable super beauty.
The figure reached out slowly to trace a finger along the curve of her cheek on the screen.
"You look well… my dear."
Their voice is distorted but calm.
The drone zoomed in closer.
The figure's eyes sharpened slightly.
"I've missed you…"
･･･
The next day.
Marcus stood in front of a massive whiteboard.
The whole thing was a mess of complicated diagrams, flowcharts, and scattered bullet-point rants written in different colors. Arrows zigzagged across the page, linking ideas like a constellation drawn by someone on the edge of losing it.
His cane tapped with purpose against the floor as he paced, eyes sharp behind his round glasses.
"And so, as you can see…"
He gestured to a segment titled—
[Domestic Infrastructure vs. Emotional Intelligence!]
[A Macroeconomic Parallel.]
"Me staying home for the next two days while you're off schmoozing in Asteroid City is not just a preference — it's a necessity."
Emma stood across from him with her arms folded, wearing a fitted, cream-colored blazer, brows raised like she was trying to survive the hurricane of syllables.
"Marcus, that chart is just a bunch of arrows pointing to the word 'Scott' in different fonts."
Marcus jabbed at the board with his cane.
"Exactly! Exactly! You're so smart, Aunt Em! You can't trust Scott to handle this mansion alone. The man couldn't keep a succulent alive."
Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. "Marcus…"
"And let's not forget the most important factor!"
He twirled the cane before slamming it against the bottom corner of the board, underlined in red—
[GLOBAL WARMING.]
Emma tilted her head, squinting.
"Okay… what does global warming have to do with any of this though?"
Marcus' eyes flared wide with righteous indignation as he slammed the cane against the whiteboard.
CRACK. So dramatic.
"Everything has to do with global warming!"
Emma jumped, hand flying to her chest as she recoiled.
"JEEZ!"
In the silence that followed, Marcus looked down at the cane in his hand as his eyebrows knitted together.
"Wait a sec."
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Since when do they have canes in this house?"
He sniffed, then held it closer to his face and gave it a dramatic inhale.
His expression crumpled like bad origami.
"Ugh. Smells funky…"
Emma froze.
『Shit.』
Her face turned red as her eyes widened like she'd been caught mid-crime.
『I didn't hide it after use…!』
Marcus blinked. "Huh? Did you say something—?"
"Nope!"
Emma snapped to attention.
"Enough of that. You're going to school, mister."
Marcus's shoulders sank as he mumbled—
"Tch… worth a shot…"
HOOOOOORN!
Scott came barreling down the stairs two at a time.
He had Emma's black luggage in hand.
"WHAT'RE YOU GUYS DOING—?! Did nobody hear the car outside?! Your ride's already here!"
He rushed past them, flinging open the front doors and disappearing outside.
Marcus offered Emma a small, smug smile.
"Alright. See you later…"
He opened his arms for a hug.
Emma softened, then hugged him close as she ruffled his curly hair.
"Be a good boy, okay?"
He nodded wordlessly.
Emma pulled away and rushed toward the door just as Scott reappeared, brushing snow off his sleeve.
Her amber eyes found his blue ones.
"Oh geez, I don't know how I'm gonna manage without you for two days…"
She said quietly.
Scott grinned, tossing a cocky wink her way.
"Oh, I do. I'm literally gonna forget you exist the second you step outside."
Emma let out a breathy laugh and gave him a playful jab in the shoulder.
"Ass."
They chuckled together and leaned in for a kiss—but before lips met tongues, Marcus groaned and slapped a hand over his eyes.
"Oh my god, stop trying to corrupt my eyeballs."
The kiss dragged on for a while.
Emma's hands cradled Scott's face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks like he was a rare specimen.
"I love you…" she whispered.
"Love you too." Scott replied, forehead resting on hers.
Emma pulled back slightly.
"Maybe we should have sex one last time before I go—?"
"Nope…" Scott cut her off with a grin. "Car. Now."
She sulked and shuffled toward the exit as she tossed Marcus a half-hearted wave — though he couldn't see it, palm still plastered to his eyes.
She stepped outside, then suddenly darted back in and kissed Scott again—this time with enough passion to stun a Greek god—and she grabbed him between the legs with the force of a mother yanking her kid from traffic.
She noticed the bulge earlier.
And this was her telling him that she did.
"EMMA!"
Scott yelped, face lighting up like a tomato.
Emma stumbled back laughing, jogged toward the SUV while trying to stifle her giggles.
"Okay, okay—I'm going! Pfft—jeez!"
Scott watched her leave, a dopey smile on his face. But as the doors shut behind her, his expression soured instantly when he saw Marcus still standing there, tapping the whiteboard with the cane like a smug professor waiting for office hours.
"Yeah, no."
Scott said, face flat.
"We're not doing this. Go to school."
Scott turned and headed up the stairs.
"Shit…" Marcus muttered as his shoulders slumped.
･･･
Upstairs, Scott stepped into the master bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. The remote bounced up from the mattress and landed perfectly in his hand.
He clicked the TV on.
A news anchor appeared on screen:
"Once again, we've received confirmation of a break-in at AETHER Labs in Metro City, ending in a high-speed police pursuit through downtown—"
Scott's back straightened. His eyes narrowed.
"We're switching now to Judy Cho, reporting live from the SkyTracker chopper…"
The screen switched to aerial footage.
Cop cars tore through traffic, chasing a sleek figure darting between them on all fours.
She looked graceful, fast, and dangerous.
"That's Cat Lady!"
Judy Cho's voice rang out.
"It's been quite a while since we've seen her in action. A well-known thief in the villain circuit. The question is… what hero will respond first?"
Scott tilted his head.
"A cat girl…?"
His face twisted.
"Huh."
But a second later, he was on his feet and rushing for the stairs.
"I gotta go—"
He reached the bottom floor, only to halt in his tracks.
There, standing in the middle of the entryway…
It was a woman. An extremely beautiful one.
Tall. Elegant. Mysterious.
His jaw dropped. His heart kicked up a gear.
"… Mom?" he said, taking a step back.
The woman gave him a soft, unreadable smile.
"Uhm… yes, Scott."
Martha McQueen
