Three days after the chaos, things finally seemed to settle down a bit. The mess with Stryker, the emotional storm with Jean and Kitty—it all made me realize something: we all needed a break. Shaw and Sinister were going to cause trouble soon enough, so why not enjoy a little peace while we still had it?

That's when I decided to book Celeste Water Park. The whole thing. Just for us. It cost a fortune, sure, but my wealth was doing nothing but gathering dust in the bank anyway. Plus, everyone at the school could use a day off.

The moment Jean, Kitty, Jubilee, and Rogue found out about the trip, their faces lit up like a Christmas tree and they dragged me to the shopping mall. Since we are going to the water park, swimsuits are a must. Maybe I'll buy some special dresses for Jean and Kitty.

And there I was, standing in the middle of a women's swimsuit section, I tried not to look too awkward as the girls talked and laughed among themselves while going through racks of bikinis. They were clearly up to something, exchanging looks and grins that told me this wasn't just about picking out swimwear.

I looked around and saw that sexy lingerie and skimpy bikinis. I should buy a couple of them for Jean and Kitty for our private fun.

Jubilee was the first to test the waters. She held up a bright yellow bikini and gave me a playful look. "Hey, Aron, what do you think of this one? Too much or just enough?" She winked, striking a pose for good measure.

God! She'd look hot in that one. I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my neck, trying to play it cool. "Uh, looks great, Jubes."

"Jey, Jubes. Look here," Rogue called her from the other end of the store. Jubilee ran to Rogue.

She giggled, but Jean wasn't about to let her steal the spotlight. "What about this one?" she asked, holding up something that could barely be called a bikini—it was that skimpy. I'm pretty sure a little drizzle of water would make it transparent. She gave me a sly smile as if daring me to say something.

I raised an eyebrow. "Eehh?! No. Hell no."

Jean stepped closer, twirling the strings of the bikini around her fingers. "What? Too much for you to handle?" Her voice was low and teasing, her green eyes gleaming with challenge.

"Nope. But not in public. Maybe in private?" I replied.

She chuckled and shook her head. "That's the plan. What? You thought I'm gonna wear this in public?"

"But you..." I was speechless. "I thought you...Ok. You got me."

Jean grinned and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You're so cute when you get all flustered." Then she turned to the other girls, "What about you, Kitty?"

Kitty, not one to be outdone, grabbed a tiny black number and held it against herself. "How about this, Aron?"

I coughed, trying to keep my composure. Oh, Kitty. Not you too. I shook my head. "That's a freaking thong. You can't even call it a bikini. And you're planning to wear that in public?"

"Of course not," she replied, laughing. "It's for our private time."

I smirked, raising my eyebrows in amusement. "Alright then, if that's what you want."

Jean shot Kitty a look, her competitive side showing. "You know, Aron, someone should help us decide. Maybe we should model them for you." Her voice was sweet but had a sharp edge to it, clearly wanting to one-up Kitty.

Kitty caught the hint and grinned, stepping closer to Jean, both of them clearly ready to push the game further. "Yeah, you should probably help, Aron. We wouldn't want to pick the wrong bikinis."

I could feel the temperature in the room rising as both Jean and Kitty exchanged looks—this wasn't just casual shopping anymore; this was them seeing how much they could get to me. They were both beautiful, and the playful rivalry between them made it all the more intense. Jubilee and Rogue were on the other end of the store. Jubilee was holding up a transparent panty before Rogue, teasing her. Good, if they heard our conversation, it's gonna be a mess.

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"How about this? I'll buy you whatever you want and we can continue this session in my room?" I asked.

"I like that idea, Aron," Jean said with a smirk before putting her arm around Kitty's shoulder. "What do you say, Kitty? Should we give him a show he won't be able to forget?"

Kitty blushed slightly and nodded. "You should watch the price. Some are pretty expensive."

"Don't worry, I can handle it," I answered with a sly grin.

"Then I won't hold back," Jean replied.

Both the girls went away. Phew!

Suddenly I was keenly aware that my pants were feeling unusually tight. Is it hot in here? Rogue and Jubilee were at a different part of the store, clearly leaving this little game to Jean and Kitty. I hadn't planned any of this, but fuck, it was one hell of a surprise. Rogue stole a glance at me with a smile. Ah! I see what's going on. Jean must have put her up to this to keep that Jubilee busy

Soon, Rogue and Jubilee came with their selections.

"I think Ah'm good with this one," Rogue said, holding up a dark green swimsuit that, while not as skimpy as the others, still had its own allure. She gave me a quick smile, more shy than the others, but still clearly enjoying the attention.

"Uh, yeah, looks good, Rogue," I said, doing my best to navigate the minefield of teasing without stepping on anyone's toes.

Jubilee nodded, "See, told ya, Rogue! That swimsuit totally screams you." Then she holds her new bikini before me. "So, what about this one?" It was a simple pink two-piece with frilly fabric, very feminine and definitely her style, although, admittedly, I was finding the whole thing difficult to focus on.

"Not bad. It fits you well. Good choice," I said and started walking toward the exit.

Jubilee grinned, "You kinda seem like holding back the nice compliments... Ah! Is it because of Jean or Kitty? Afraid they might get angry? Like jealous, you know?" she giggled and looked at the swimsuit.

Rogue glared at her. "Give him a break. It's already pretty difficult." Then she looked at me and sighed, shaking her head. "Really sorry for involving ya in this little game of ours."

"Awww, man. Don't spoil it! We were just about to see some interesting results!" complained Jubilee.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "If Ah don't stop you, things would really get out of hand." She shook her head.

"Fine, fine," Jubilee conceded, throwing up her hands in resignation.

After the girls finished buying their stuff, we left the mall, Jean and Kitty being the last, carrying their selections discreetly. We got into the car. Not mine, it was Hank's car.

"Wait! We are just going to go back?" Kitty complained, turning to Jean who was sitting in the front passenger seat next to me. "I mean, no food or anything? It's already lunch time and before you say anything, lunch's on us. Since Aron already spent so much on our clothes, it's only fair that we take care of this."

Rogue, sitting in the back passenger seat agreed, "That's an idea, Kit." She grinned, rubbing her gloved hands.

"I'm in," Jubilee agreed.

"What do you say?" Jean looked at me, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Yep, let's do it," I agreed. "I just know the right place."

And so, our next stop was the family restaurant downtown.

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[3rd Person POV]

As Aron and the girls made their way to the family restaurant, little did they know, two sets of eyes had been following them from the moment they left the mall. Shaw's spies, Grant and Donovan, were discreetly parked a few cars behind, their jealousy simmering beneath their professional exterior.

Grant, the older of the two at 48, grumbled under his breath. "Look at him, strutting around like he owns the world. A lab-made clone with a harem of beauties. And here we are—middle-aged, single, and stuck on babysitting duty."

Donovan, just a few years younger at 43, chuckled bitterly, adjusting the rearview mirror to keep a better eye on Aron's car. "You think that's bad? I've been on this job for ten years, and not once have I gotten so much as a coffee date from anyone half as good-looking as those girls. And here he is, Mr. Perfect. Goddamn clone," he muttered, his voice thick with resentment.

"Clone or not, the guy's got it made," Grant added, watching as Aron exchanged playful words with Jean in the passenger seat. He shook his head, trying to stifle the bitterness. "I'd kill to be in his shoes for just one day."

They continued following at a safe distance, keeping an eye on Aron and the girls, their jealousy only growing as the group parked in front of the restaurant and stepped out, laughing and chatting. Grant clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. "We're out here spying on Shaw's orders, and this lucky bastard is going to lunch with four gorgeous women."

Donovan, sighing deeply, couldn't resist adding, "And they look like they're actually enjoying his company. What the hell's the deal with that?"

"I'll tell you what it is," Grant said, his voice laced with venom. He started the car and pulled into the parking lot, making sure to park in a spot that was out of sight of the restaurant. It was early enough that the place wasn't too packed, and there were plenty of tables available. "We're not gonna let him get away with this. He's going to pay for getting all those hot women while we get nothing."

"What? You're not suggesting..." Donovan looked at him incredulously, then glanced at the restaurant where the girls were entering. "Boss will kill you. Worse that freak friend of his might strap you in one of those machines."

"That's only if they catch me," Grant replied with a smirk. "It's the middle of the day; everyone is busy. If I go in now and do it quick, I can be back in my seat before they notice anything."

"You stupid shithead. You see that woman in a red dress sitting near the window? That's Jean Grey. The moment we get in her range, she'll hear every thought in our heads. If she notices anything suspicious, we're fucked."

"Fuck!"