Kara stretched her arms behind her head, letting out a satisfied sigh as the sun bathed the pristine Florida beach. The air was warm, the ocean waves crashed gently against the shore, and most importantly—she had successfully teleported her entire harem out of the mansion's insanity.
Natasha adjusted the sunglasses resting on her head, arms crossed as she surveyed their surroundings. "So let me get this straight. You teleported us to Florida because…?"
Kara grinned. "I thought we could all use a break."
Storm, already stepping onto the sand, smirked. "You mean you needed a break."
Gwen stretched, tossing her towel over one shoulder. "Honestly, I'm not complaining."
Jean, standing beside Rogue, exhaled in mild amusement. "We do need time to unwind. The mansion's been a bit… tense lately."
That was putting it lightly. Between Beast leading the Bald Resistance, Wolverine waking up hairless, and Xavier's growing paranoia, things had gotten a little out of hand. Kara, however, was blissfully unaware of the deeper mechanics behind that chaos.
Instead, she focused on the very important and completely necessary decision she had made—bringing them all to the beach in tight, revealing bikinis.
She glanced around, her gaze flickering across each of them. They were perfect.
Gwen's sleek, toned form was wrapped in a white bikini that accentuated her every curve. Rogue, with her deceptively innocent demeanor, wore an emerald green swimsuit that highlighted her flawless skin—not that she ever let anyone touch it. Storm, as fierce as she was breathtaking, had chosen a deep blue bikini that hugged her body in all the right ways, her muscles subtly flexing with every movement. Jean, exuding confidence, wore a striking red two-piece, her athletic, lithe frame on full display. And Natasha? The Black Widow looked as deadly as ever in a black swimsuit that clung to her figure like a second skin.
Kara let out a low whistle, grinning. "Damn. You all look incredible."
Natasha smirked, arms still crossed. "That's obvious."
Gwen rolled her eyes, but the faintest dusting of pink touched her cheeks.
Storm, noticing Kara's lingering gaze, tilted her head. "You keep staring like that, sunshine, and people might get ideas."
Kara smirked. "Maybe I want them to."
The shift was immediate. Even the yanderes weren't prepared.
Jean, for the first time in a long while, was caught slightly off guard. Rogue bit the inside of her cheek, her usual act of innocence slipping for just a moment. Gwen looked away, pretending to adjust her towel.
Kara, still stretching, took a deep breath, enjoying the moment before she escalated things further.
"I've decided," she announced, flashing her usual grin. "Since we're here, we might as well make this a proper date."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "A date?"
Kara nodded. "Yup. And to make it fair, I think it's only right that I kiss each of you."
Silence.
The reaction was almost comical. Even the yanderes were stunned.
Natasha's grip on her sunglasses tightened slightly. Rogue blinked, processing the words as if they didn't quite register. Jean's expression remained composed, but the slight parting of her lips betrayed her momentary surprise. Gwen? Gwen looked like she might spontaneously combust.
Storm chuckled first, shaking her head. "You're serious?"
Kara tilted her head. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Jean recovered quickly, crossing her arms. "Fine. But you better make it good."
Kara smirked. "Oh, trust me."
And with that, she went down the line.
She started with Gwen, who barely managed to keep her cool as Kara pulled her in, their lips meeting in a slow, teasing kiss. Gwen tensed, then melted, her fingers gripping Kara's wrist just a little too tightly. When Kara pulled away, Gwen looked dazed, her face completely red.
Rogue was next. Kara was gentle, letting it linger just long enough for Rogue's breath to hitch. The normally controlled girl visibly shivered, her fingers twitching at her sides as she tried to pretend she wasn't completely overwhelmed.
Storm? She grinned against Kara's lips, but even she inhaled a little too sharply when Kara's hand rested on her waist. When Kara pulled back, Storm licked her lips, eyes gleaming. "Not bad, sunshine."
Jean, ever composed, was the hardest to fluster. But Kara took her time, pressing their lips together slowly, purposefully, drawing Jean in until the redhead let out a quiet hum. When they parted, Jean studied Kara for a long moment before smirking.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Kara grinned, leaning back with her arms behind her head. "I'm a Waifu. It's important I'm prepared in case of emergency Isekai relocation, so I'm trained for all known harem situations."
Silence.
Even Natasha wasn't prepared for that answer.
Wanda, sipping her drink nearby, laughed outright. "I think I just fell in love again."
The rest of the harem, still recovering from Kara's unexpected boldness, had no words.
Kara, oblivious to how much she had completely shaken them, stretched and turned toward the water. "Anyway, let's swim!"
As she ran toward the waves, the rest of them stared after her, still processing what had just happened.
Storm exhaled. "She's really not subtle, is she?"
Jean, watching Kara's retreating form, smirked. "No. And that's the problem."
Meanwhile, back at the mansion…
Beast sat in front of a mirror, staring at his completely bald reflection.
Wolverine sat beside him, equally hairless.
For a long moment, they said nothing.
Finally, Beast turned his head toward Logan. "This is your fault."
Wolverine, still gripping his now smooth, hairless face, growled. "Don't. Start."
The door creaked open, and Cyclops entered, completely deadpan.
"Professor says it had to be done."
Silence.
Logan stood so fast his chair nearly shattered. "I'M GONNA KILL THAT BALD SON OF A—"
Beast held up a hand, voice shaking with emotion. "No. We must be better than this."
Wolverine's eye twitched. "You seriously expect me to sit here and accept this? I lost my hair. My beard. Even my chest hair!"
Beast exhaled deeply. "We must gather our forces."
Logan blinked. "…For what?"
Beast clenched his fists. "For war."
Jean, still on the beach, suddenly let out a quiet hum of satisfaction.
Wanda, standing beside her, raised an eyebrow. "What's got you so happy?"
Jean, watching the waves, knowing full well that a Bald Resistance was forming, smirked.
"Nothing," she said. "Everything's just… falling into place."
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