Marvel : Ms. Hyuga's journey

Elliot sat in his seat with a vacant stare, looking at the blackboard. At the front of the class, Vomi was calmly explaining the material, her voice soft yet firm, capturing the attention of the whole class. However, Elliot wasn't really listening. To him, his focus was solely on the woman at the front. No matter how serious Vomi looked while teaching, in his mind, he saw her as a far more intimate figure— the beautiful teacher who had hugged him just a few days ago, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Elliot tried to hide his smile, but his thoughts kept drifting two days ahead, when they would "celebrate her birthday." His fantasies grew wilder. He didn't care if his teacher seemed uninterested in him right now; he was certain that all that professionalism was just a mask.

"Elliot!" a loud voice suddenly snapped him out of his reverie.

He jerked, turning to his friend Jason, who was sitting next to him. Jason looked annoyed at having called his name multiple times. "Hey, what's up with you? I've been talking to you, but you've been staring blankly."

Elliot didn't answer, only cleared his throat awkwardly while straightening his books. But his eyes quickly flicked back to Vomi at the front of the class, still engrossed in explaining without turning around.

Jason rolled his eyes, then followed Elliot's gaze. "Oh... so this is about Ms. Vomi, huh?" he murmured teasingly.

"What?" Elliot turned quickly, his face starting to redden. "N-no!"

"Alright, if you say so," Jason replied in a mocking tone. "But you haven't stopped glancing over there, bro."

Before Elliot could respond, Jason slapped him hard on the shoulder, causing a larger reaction from Elliot. The sound of the slap was loud enough to catch the attention of the entire class.

Everyone, including Vomi, turned to look at them. Elliot immediately lowered his head, his face turning crimson, while Jason only grinned.

"Elliot, Jason, what's going on?" Vomi asked, her voice gentle but firm. Her gaze was brief, but enough to make Elliot feel even more embarrassed.

"No, Ms. Vomi. I was just calling Elliot because he's been zoning out," Jason quickly replied, trying to shift the focus away from himself.

Vomi smiled faintly. "Alright then, pay attention to the lesson, okay?" She winked at Elliot before turning back to the blackboard.

Elliot swallowed. That smile, that wink—he felt like it was meant only for him.

When the class ended, the students began packing up and leaving the room one by one. Jason tilted his head toward Elliot with a grin.

"So, what are you doing for Christmas? Want to hang out, watch a movie, or play games at my place?" he asked.

Elliot shook his head, trying to come up with an answer without giving too much away. "Ah, I... already have other plans."

"Oh yeah? Don't tell me you've got a date," Jason laughed, but when he saw that Elliot didn't deny it, he stopped and stared at his friend with wide eyes. "Seriously? You're going on a date?"

Elliot shrugged. "Not exactly... just something I have to do."

"Aha, it's definitely a girl!" Jason continued teasing. "Come on, tell me. Who is she? Is she from the class next door? Or... wait... don't tell me, Ms. Vomi!"

Elliot's face turned red, causing Jason to burst into laughter. "Oh my God, don't take me seriously, bro, I'm just kidding!"

Elliot didn't respond, only hurriedly gathered his things. While Jason was still laughing, he quickly left the classroom, leaving his confused friend behind.

As Elliot exited the classroom, he heard light footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, the soft voice he recognized called his name.

"Elliot," Vomi whispered.

Elliot stopped and slowly turned around. By the classroom door, Vomi stood with a small smile.

"I'm looking forward to the time we'll spend in two days," she said, gazing at him with eyes that seemed to say more than her words.

Elliot's heart raced. "Y-yeah, me too, Ms. Vomi," he replied with a voice that nearly trembled.

Vomi smiled again, then walked away without saying anything else. Elliot stood in the hallway, frozen in place, a small smile on his face, while his mind began to spin with possibilities of what might happen on his birthday.

'Two days...' he thought. 'Two days.'

…

That night, the typical December chill enveloped the city streets, decorated with colorful Christmas lights. Vomi arrived at their meeting spot, a small park with a frozen fountain in the middle, where Elliot was already waiting. She wore a white faux fur coat that exuded luxury, paired with an elegant black dress and high heels. Her face was glowing, her lips a perfect cherry red.

"Elliot," she greeted warmly, walking toward the young man who immediately stood up awkwardly.

Elliot swallowed, feeling so small compared to the woman standing before him. He was only wearing a regular thick jacket and worn jeans—clearly showing the class difference between them. "M-Ms. Vomi... You look..." He stopped, unsure of what to say.

"How do I look?" Vomi smiled teasingly, leaning in as if waiting for an answer.

"Uh, very beautiful," Elliot finally admitted, his face turning red.

Vomi chuckled softly and touched his cheek. "Thank you, Elliot. But don't call me Ms. tonight. For this special night, you can just call me by my name. Or..." She added with a meaningful look, "If you want, I wouldn't mind if you called me by a sweet nickname."

Elliot felt his blood rush to his head. "S-sweet nickname?" he stuttered.

"Of course," Vomi replied casually. "I, for example, will call you El. How's that? Cute, right?"

The young man just nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

They walked down the city streets, filled with Christmas decorations. The trees were adorned with lights, and the snow falling gently added to the romantic atmosphere. Vomi linked her arm with Elliot's tightly, her body resting comfortably against his.

Elliot felt stiff, unaccustomed to such physical closeness. Every time Vomi laughed or spoke, the soft vibrations from her body felt in his arm, making his heart beat faster.

"You're so stiff, El," Vomi commented, looking up with a small smile. "Relax, I'm not going to bite."

"I-I'm relaxed," Elliot answered nervously, although his expression said otherwise.

Vomi just smiled meaningfully, enjoying how the young man was captivated by her charm.

In the midst of their light conversation, Vomi began to ask about Elliot's family. "So, how's your relationship with your father?" she asked casually, as if she had no hidden intentions.

Elliot shrugged. "We're fine, I think. He's busy, but he always makes sure to spend time with the family."

"Oh? That's nice," Vomi said with sincere tone. "What kind of work keeps him so busy?"

"He works at Pym Technologies, in the research department," Elliot answered proudly.

Vomi turned with a look of surprise that seemed genuine. "Wow, that's impressive. Pym Technologies, huh? Aren't they famous for their advanced technology?"

Elliot nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, they develop a lot of cool things. My dad has told me about some of the projects he's worked on..."

Vomi listened attentively, prompting him with simple questions like, "Oh, really? What kind of projects?" or "He must be really skilled, huh?" Elliot, feeling fully listened to, unknowingly began to reveal more details about his father's work.

…

When the clock was nearing midnight, they arrived at a large open space with a tall Christmas tree in the center. The lights decorating it twinkled like stars, creating a magical atmosphere.

Vomi stopped and turned to Elliot. "Look, El. The Christmas tree is beautiful, right?"

"Y-yeah," Elliot replied, but his eyes were focused more on the woman beside him than on the tree.

Vomi turned her body, facing him, and smiled. "Elliot," she said softly. "I have an important question for you."

"What is it?" he asked nervously.

"Do you like me?"

The question hit Elliot like a bolt of lightning. "Of course! I mean, yes, I like you," he answered with conviction, his face turning red.

"And..." Vomi stepped closer, so that only a few inches separated them. "Are you willing to do anything for me?"

Without hesitation, Elliot nodded. "Anything."

Vomi smiled faintly, victorious. "Good," she said quietly. She then tilted her head slightly and brought her face closer, until their lips met in a brief but surprising kiss for Elliot.

After a few seconds, Vomi pulled away with a teasing smile. "Happy birthday, Elliot," she said softly.

Elliot stood frozen, his face bright red and his mouth hanging open in disbelief at what had just happened.

Vomi chuckled at his reaction. "Oh, poor thing," she said, gently patting Elliot's cheek. "Do you want a second kiss?"

Elliot swallowed. "W-what?"

"If you want," Vomi said with a sweet but firm tone, "you'll have to call me Vomi. No Ms. or anything else. Got it?"

Elliot stammered. "B-but that's... disrespectful!"

"Oh, come on," Vomi urged, tilting her head with a playful yet demanding expression. "It's Christmas Eve, Elliot. A little leeway won't hurt, right?"

Elliot tried to avoid her gaze, but Vomi continued to wait patiently, even pressing the tip of her finger to her lips as if teasing.

Finally, after several seconds of tension, Elliot gathered the courage. "Vo... Vomi."

"What? I didn't hear that," Vomi replied with a small smile, although she had clearly heard him.

"V-Vomi," Elliot repeated, louder this time, his face even redder.

"Aww, good job," Vomi praised, tapping his cheek again. "You can do it."

Without realizing, Elliot muttered, "Vomi..." again, in a quiet but sincere tone.

Hearing this, Vomi giggled. "You're really cute," she said before leaning in again and kissing Elliot's lips for the second time. This time, the kiss was longer, deeper, and more teasing. Elliot didn't know what to do, but his body froze in place, letting himself sink into the unfamiliar experience.

When Vomi finally pulled away, she smiled in satisfaction at seeing Elliot, who now looked even more confused than before. "How was it? Not bad, huh?" she teased.

Elliot could only nod, unable to say anything.

"El," Vomi called in a flirtatious tone. "How about we have a little 'extra biology class' tonight? Just the two of us. I promise, I'll teach you something really interesting."

Elliot's eyes widened, his mind spinning. "A-extra biology class?" he repeated in a quiet voice.

Vomi nodded with a smile. "Of course. Don't worry, I'll guide you patiently."

Elliot didn't know how to respond, but in his heart, he felt like he couldn't refuse anything Vomi asked. "Alright," he finally replied, his voice filled with doubt but also hope.

Vomi smiled wider, then linked her arm with his again. "Come on, El. Let's start our adventure tonight."

— In the Hotel Room —

Elliot sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door. The air in the room felt warmer than usual, not just because of the steam from the shower, but also because of his uncontrollable heartbeat. His mind was filled with anticipation, but also confusion.

As the bathroom door slowly opened, Vomi stepped out wearing a white bathrobe, her hair still damp, with a few strands falling on her neck. Her face was glowing with a small, teasing smile. She walked slowly toward Elliot, making every second feel like an eternity for the young man.

"Are you comfortable?" Vomi asked while waving a small towel to dry her hair.

Elliot, who had been silent for a moment, nodded. "Yes, Ms... uh, I mean, Vomi."

Hearing that, Vomi smiled widely and sat beside him on the bed. She rested her head on Elliot's shoulder, making the young man tense up.

"I'm glad you're starting to call me by my name. Now, before we continue, I want to ask you something."

Elliot swallowed nervously. "Sure, what is it?"

Vomi lifted her face and looked at Elliot with sparkling eyes. "You mentioned your father worked at Pym Laboratories, right? I'm curious, what has he told you about his work there?"

Elliot, still nervous, tried to explain in detail. He mentioned major projects, including experiments involving microscopic technology, Pym particles, and other advanced tools. However, Vomi's attention was caught when Elliot unknowingly mentioned a research project about cloning that Dr. Pym had deemed "insignificant."

"Oh?" Vomi leaned in a little, showing her interest. "What do you mean by cloning project? Was that part of the main research?"

Elliot shook his head. "Not really. My dad said it was some kind of side experiment that was eventually stopped because Dr. Pym thought it wasn't relevant. As far as I remember, the results were just left in a warehouse at the lab."

Vomi's eyes sparkled hearing that, though she still tried to remain casual. In her heart, she knew this was the moment she had been waiting for all these months.

Even though the research was still halfway done, Vomi was thrilled by the news because over the past 4 months, aside from getting closer to Elliot, she had also been searching for relevant topics in the entire scientific community, both legal and underground.

However, she only found a few strange studies, which, though intriguing, weren't her main focus right now. This left Vomi disappointed and forced her to patiently execute her plan of getting close to Elliot for the information about Pym Laboratories.

"Wow, that's really interesting," said Vomi while touching Elliot's hand. "You know so much. I'm impressed."

Elliot blushed. "Ah, not really. I just heard it from my dad, that's all."

Vomi smiled broadly, then suddenly kissed Elliot's cheek. "Thanks for telling me. You're really special, El."

Elliot stared at Vomi with wide eyes, feeling like he was floating. He tried to say something, but no words came out.

Vomi seized the moment to get closer, gently kissing Elliot's lips. After a while, she pulled away while giggling. "Happy birthday, Elliot."

Elliot could only stare at her, too shocked to respond.

"And you know what?" Vomi continued, winking. "If you want a second kiss, you have to call me Vomi, no extras. Or maybe... a special nickname?"

Elliot swallowed. "Vo... Vomi," he said, almost whispering.

"Louder," teased Vomi.

"Vomi," Elliot repeated, more confidently this time.

Vomi giggled again, then pulled Elliot's face for a deeper and longer kiss. Her lips moved with confidence, giving him an experience far more intense than before. After a moment, she pulled away, leaving Elliot panting.

"Wow..." Elliot finally said, almost in a whisper.

Vomi touched his chin, smiling sweetly but meaningfully. "I know, darling. Now, how about we continue our... 'biology class' tonight?"

Gently, she guided Elliot to lie on the bed, making the atmosphere that night even warmer with soft laughter and smiles that kept shining on her face.

...

On the hotel room balcony overlooking the busy city, Vomi stood gracefully. The loose satin pajamas that draped her body looked simple yet exuded the class of a mature woman. A cup of warm coffee steamed in her left hand, and a cigarette was tucked between her right fingers. Thin smoke floated, blending with the cold morning air, while her gaze fell on the city below.

"'Biology class' last night might not have satisfied my body," she murmured quietly, exhaling a puff of smoke. "But that's not what matters... what I got is much more valuable." A small smile appeared on her lips.

A soft sound from inside the room caught her attention. Vomi turned slightly, seeing Elliot stretching lazily on the big bed. The young man looked tired, his hair tousled, but his expression showed deep satisfaction.

Elliot slowly sat up, his half-closed eyes looking toward Vomi. With slightly hesitant steps, he walked toward the balcony, watching the woman enjoying her coffee. "Good morning... Ms. Vomi," Elliot greeted in a hoarse voice, trying to sound polite.

Vomi slowly turned, her sharp yet warm eyes immediately catching sight of the young man. She gave a small smile and gently said, "Call me Vomi, El. At least outside of school, I prefer if we don't keep things too formal."

Elliot nodded, though there was a hint of nervousness he couldn't hide. "Okay... Vomi," he finally said, his voice soft but clear.

Vomi casually put out her cigarette, then looked at Elliot with an expression full of meaning. "You remember what we talked about last night, right?" she asked, her voice soft but with emphasis.

Elliot immediately nodded. "Of course. You want me to... 'borrow' my dad's employee ID," he replied confidently, though a hint of doubt was visible in his eyes.

"That's right," Vomi answered, sipping her coffee calmly. "You know how important this is, right? I wouldn't ask you if it weren't something big." She stepped closer, placing her cup on a small table on the balcony, then stood in front of Elliot.

"I trust you, Elliot," she continued, her voice softer this time. "You're the only one I can count on for this."

Hearing that, Elliot's heart raced. "Of course. I'll do it. Anything for you, Vomi."

Vomi smiled in satisfaction, lifting her right hand to touch Elliot's face. Her cold fingers gently touched his cheek, causing him to flinch slightly. "You're a good boy," Vomi murmured quietly. "I know you won't disappoint me."

Elliot nodded again, this time more resolutely. "I'll go now, Vomi. If I do it early, my dad won't suspect anything."

"Smart," Vomi praised, smiling faintly. "Be careful out there, El. And when you're done, come back here. I'll be waiting for you."

Elliot stepped back a few paces, giving Vomi one last look before turning to leave. As the door closed behind him, Vomi sighed, picked up her coffee cup again, and stood on the balcony.

'A good boy,' she thought with a small smile. "That cloning technology... it's only a matter of time before I have it."

Under the morning sun, which was beginning to warm the city, Vomi glanced at her wristwatch, making sure everything was going according to plan. Then, with a calm step, she went back inside, ready for the next move in her game.