never killed a person?"
"No." She frowned sadly, and I could almost swear the loose strands of hair protruding from her buns drooped like animal ears. "I only started coming out with Stabby recently, but the streets are usually empty."
"Uh-huh…" I sheepishly scratched my head. "Well, you can't kill people."
Less than two seconds after I finished that sentence I was forced to jump back in order to avoid a swipe from her, only to wince as a burning pain bloomed on my chest. I watched Toga lick what I knew to be my blood off of the edge of her Stabby, and a single thought went through my head.
'Fast!'
Toga's quirk didn't physically enhance her, at least not without her transforming into someone that had base physical capabilities above her own, yet she still moved so fast that I barely managed to dodge her attack despite fully expecting it.
The girl shuddered as she licked every single drop of my blood from the knife, before turning a gaze towards me that in Worm would've been classified as 'Yandere - 12', causing me to shudder as well.
I had the barest amount of time to raise my guard before she moved.
WHOOOOOSH!
I propelled myself back with a stream of flames, allowing me to avoid the stab that she had aimed at my torso. I met her gaze again, and I felt such a wide grin splitting my face that my cheeks started hurting.
'This is a real villain!'
The previous two bozos I fought were easy to deal with. They didn't take advantage of their numerical superiority, the first one was constantly telegraphing his moves by flicking his gaze to his target before striking with his knife, and he didn't even think of using his off-hand until I had his main hand trapped.
The second one wound his attacks back so much that I could punch him five times before he completed a single swing.
But Toga? Aside from being unexpectedly fucking fast, she's also so aware and comfortable with her own body and her knife that she doesn't even need to look where she's swinging. She swung at me twice in what looked like an utterly haphazard manner, the first time managing to cut me even though I was all ready to dodge, and the second time missing only because I used my quirk to create space, both times without moving her gaze from my face.
She moved again, but instead of running away again, I chose to run towards her, my fists raised up in my guard. She sent a slash at my face, which I barely managed to avoid by throwing myself into a roll before tossing a kick out at her knee, which she jumped away from.
I rolled back up to my feet and ran towards her just as she was landing, parrying a thrust aimed at my shoulder - and picking up a shallow cut along the outer side of my forearm for it - before gripping her collar and pulling her into a shoulder toss. She swept her knife at my hands mid-toss, forcing me to release her collar and allowing her to turn her flight into a flip, which ended with her landing on the balls of her feet.
We stood like that for a moment, a couple of 10-year-olds staring each other down with manic grins, one of them wielding an oversized knife and the other one with his fists and knee covered in other people's blood, and his chest, shirt, and arm covered in his own blood.
The two of us moved at the same time, running at one another with zero reservations.
'My eyes are getting used to fighting at this speed!'
Her swings and thrusts stopped being light blurs to my eyes, allowing me to properly slip the thrust she aimed at my face and retaliate with a hard hook to hers, causing her to stagger backward.
I took half a step forward, intent on capitalizing on her daze, only to have to jump back as the absolute lunatic just blindly swung my way.
She shook off the hit before running at me again, Stabby singing as she swung again and again, forcing me to bob, weave, dodge and contort in order to avoid further damage. She went for a swipe to my side, but I disrupted that by stepping into her guard and punching her forearm before she could complete the motion. I elbowed her in the face with my other arm, cutting her left eyebrow and blinding her with her own blood, before kicking her in the gut hard enough to cause her to slide back a few feet.
"We're really messing each other up!" She grinned, revealing her teeth to be blood-stained from a cut to her lip, probably a consequence of the first hook she ate. "This is so much fun!"
"Yeah." My chest, forearm, and cheek were cut and bleeding, and I was grinning just as widely as she was. "It is."
I dashed forward again, this time aided by a burst of fire from my back, before kicking her knife-wielding hand, causing her Stabby to fall out of her hand. I followed up by throwing a reverse hook kick at her face which she ducked under, before tackling me. I put both of my arms in the way to try to push her away, but she reacted by biting into my right forearm.
I kneed her in the gut as hard as I could, knocking the breath out of her and causing her mouth to release my forearm. I cocked my hand back for another punch, only for her to retaliate by headbutting me right in the face, causing me to stagger backward.
She came at me and was the one to punch me in the face this time, but I responded by rolling with the motion and turning the movement into a knee to the back of her head. She staggered from the blow, but responded by kicking my sole supporting foot out from under me, causing me to fall and bang the back of my head against the ground, making me see stars.
She took the opportunity to pick her knife back up and lunge at my downed form-
"Red Bind."
Only for tendrils of solid fire to wrap around her shoulders, forearms, arms, thighs, calves, waist, and neck.
She wiggled in place as an attempt at finding any slack in her binds, only to shrug and give up as there was none.
"I lost. I guess you call the authorities to arrest me now?"
"...Not quite." I stood up, dusting off my hoodie and cracking my neck before walking up to the bound girl. "I would've called the police if you had a human body count already, but you don't, so I guess I can instead implement a different idea…"
'Magic, replenish my lost blood and make my blood into the most delicious thing that a human being could ever taste.'
I felt a very noticeable drain to my reserves before pushing the cut on my forearm onto Toga's lips. The girl took one sip before her pupils dilated, and she all but tried to tear into my flesh. My fire tendrils reacted before she could have by gripping onto her jaw, forcing her mouth open, while my blood just slowly flowed into her mouth.
I pulled my arm away from her and dropped the spell when I felt my reserves hit their bottom third, before lightly slapping her face until she was out of her daze. The way she stared at me would've been terrifying were I any less of a nut myself, but instead, I just found it thrilling.
"Moooooooreeeeeeee~"
"I can give you more of my blood." She instantly perked up at those words, her eyes all but glowing. "But, I'll do it under a few conditions."
I flicked up a finger.
"First, you don't go around hurting or killing other people. If you get attacked first you can defend yourself, but you are only allowed to hurt your attacker as much as they hurt you."
Another one.
"Second, you don't randomly attack me or try to hurt me. If you want a fight, we find some isolated place at a convenient time, and then beat the shit out of each other to our heart's content."
And another one.
"Third, you have to be discreet about our… Arrangement. You don't tell anyone what happened here, you don't tell anyone about our deal, and if asked you go along with what I say, or say nothing at all."
One more.
"Fourth, you can't be a villain. You can't join a villain group, organization, or association of any kind. You cannot commit villainous acts at all. Take the deal and you get access to my blood. Don't take the deal and you get arrested, and then a lifetime of never tasting my blood again. What do you say?"
Toga responded by nodding eagerly, her loose hair strands bouncing as she did, prompting me to allow the flaming tendrils to dissipate altogether.
I walked back to the phone I had previously dropped, dialing the emergency services and explaining that I was a 'concerned citizen' who watched a couple of villains try to rob someone, only to 'get the stuffing beat out of them by a vigilante'. I explained the general location of the alley we were in, before turning off the phone and tossing it back at its unconscious owner.
'Magic, you know what to do.'
A sea of fire exploded from me, completely engulfing the alley and the two criminals, prompting Toga to curiously tilt her head.
"I thought you weren't going to kill them?"
"I'm not." I kept an eye on the top of the walls and roofs that bordered the alley to ensure that I wasn't witnessed. "I can choose what my fire can or can't burn. Right now my fire is burning any signs that could lead any investigators to me or you. Fingerprints, hair follicles, skin flakes, blood, sweat, saliva, that sort of thing."
I felt Toga stare at me even as the flames died down, their purpose accomplished, before speaking up. "What's your name?"
"Toga Himiko."
"I'm Midoriya Izuku, but people close to me call me Izu."
She tilted her head at that.
"I don't have anyone close to me."
'She has absolutely no idea just how sad that is.'
I sighed before walking up to her and patting her head.
"You can call me Izu, and I'll just call you Miko."
"Alright!" The girl grinned, her loose strands bouncing as she bobbed in place out of happiness. "Izu!"
-Present-
I sighed at the familiar feeling of teeth jabbing into my neck hard enough to puncture small holes into it before a small, warm, and wet appendage flicked across the bleeding holes.
Unlocking the door after finding the right key, I let myself home while carrying the weight of my pet Yandere on my back. A small nudge to her side with my elbow had her kicking off her shoes before I made my way into the apartment proper-
"IZUKUNNNNNNNNNN!"
Only to be pulled into a crushing hug by my blubbering, crying mother.
"There, there." I slowly rubbed her back. "I'm alright, I'm home, that's all that matters."
A few repetitions of this mantra were enough to fully calm the greenette down, allowing her to finally notice the girl that had stuck herself to me like a tick.
"Oh, hello Toga-chan."
Toga showed how much she genuinely liked my mother by willingly detaching her mouth from my neck just to answer her.
"Hey Mrs. M!"
I detached the rest of Toga from me, my low "I'll go change" going unheard as my mother talked to what was the only friend I willingly brought home on the regular, and my pet Yandere talked to the woman who I suspected she considered as her maternal figure on account of how non-judgemental she acted when she found out that Toga drank my blood on a regular basis.
As soon as I assured her it wouldn't harm either mine or Toga's health, Inko basically shrugged it off as a quirk (heh) of our friendship.
I tossed my uniform off, dressing down all the way to my underwear and flexing in front of the mirror as if I were in a bodybuilding competition. I ignored the sound of my bedroom door opening and closing, as well as the sound of Toga sitting down on my bed while staring at me - my throbbing veins and arteries to be more specific.
Toga picked up a half-read manga off of my shelf while I got dressed, sat down behind my desk, and studied. We spent a few hours like that before a few knocks came at the door.
"Izu-kun." Inko's voice came muffled through the door. "There's someone here who wants to talk to you."
"Coming ma!"
I left Toga in my room reading my manga, going to the living room only to be met by an Explosive Pomeranian, and his hot mom.
"Oh, hey there auntie Mitsuki." I turned to the sullen-looking child of the Bakugou family. "Katsuki."
He scowled when I called his name out, causing my mother to fret and his to sigh in resignation as we followed our usual pattern of interaction in their presence, which basically amounted to a temporary ceasefire, with the two of us not tossing barbs at one another.
"Hello, Izu-kun." Katsuki's hot mom spoke up. "It's been a while since myself and Katsuki have visited, but after what happened today I felt the need to."
My left eyebrow rose all the way to my hairline, my mother gasped and Katsuki all but passed out when Mitsuki bowed to me.
"Thank you for saving my idiot son's life."
The other one rose when she turned to said son, grabbing the back of his head and forcing him into a bow as well, paralleling a scene that should've come much later in canon, and occurred in the presence of UA staff.
Inko was fretting as she looked between the Bakugous and me, while Mitsuki just stayed in her bow, her hand forcing the squirming Katsuki to do the same.
"No need to thank me, auntie Mitsuki." I shrugged nonchalantly at the woman. "I just did what any hero would have done in that situation."
"Still, I'd like to thank you. As would Katsuki." The blond was about to mouth off, only for a hard pinch to the ear from his mother to stop him. He looked like he was physically struggling as he spoke, a single word as difficult to get out of his mouth as milk from a rock. "Thanks."
"Err…" I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, turning to my mother who seemed to be feeling even more awkward and confused than me, before turning back to the MILF of the Bakugou family. "You're welcome."
The two finally rose from their bows, with Mitsuki earnestly meeting my gaze as she spoke.
"I truly do mean it, Izuku." She turned towards her son, giving him a look that had him shamefully looking away. "I don't know what I'd do if Katsuki got hurt." She looked back at me. "If there is anything you need of me, just say the word."
'Huh.'
The very moment that Mitsuki said those words, everything changed. I felt my awkwardness turning into anticipation as my 'Perversion Drive™' went into overdrive. My gaze went to Katsuki for a moment, and it took all of my willpower to keep an ear-to-ear grin off of my face.
'Katsuki, I am going to become the physical embodiment of every Xbox kid ever, and fuck your hot mom.'
"Well, actually…" I packed as much sheepishness and awkwardness into my voice as I could, with a head scratch added to the mix just to really sell the deception. "There is something you could do, but, well… It's kind of awkward of me to ask."
"No need to hesitate, Izuku. Just say whatever it is."
'It's go time.'
"Alright then." I took a deep, 'fortifying' breath, before speaking up. "I've been thinking about the best way to try to convince mom to work out with me, but I didn't know how to go about doing it. But I think that if Auntie Mitsuki were to join us, mom wouldn't be able to say no."
'Sheepishly look away from Inko's pouting glare, and…'
"I'm perfectly willing to work out with the two of you."
'Perfect!'
Inko sputtered a few denials for a bit, but an encouraging look from Mitsuki and a pouting, moist-eyed look from me later, and the two ladies were already planning on where and when to buy workout clothes.
A few minutes of conversation between the two mothers later and Inko and I were seeing Mitsuki and Katsuki off. I stared at Mitsuki's ass as she walked away, images of being balls-deep in there already flashing through my mind.
allowed myself to jog at an easy pace, barely raising the heart rate, yet I felt a whole different type of excitement running through me.
Slightly behind me ran Midoriya Inko, my mother, and her best friend, Bakugou Mitsuki.
Honestly speaking, Inko was doing much better than what would be expected of someone who knew of her canonical appearance and physical shape. The reason for that is that, unlike her canonical self, this version of Inko didn't gain such a dramatic amount of weight over the years.
Whether it was a form of support for my own heroic journey, or if it was simply a way of sparing herself extra effort and grocery costs, Inko had been basically eating mostly the same things I had been over the years - in smaller amounts, since she was nowhere near as physically active as me to require more - and the extra layer or two of 'fluff' she had on came as a consequence of her habit of snacking on a bit of junk food between meals, and because she wasn't physically active beyond her occasional grocery runs and the daily house chores.
I was both surprised and impressed by this, as well as the hard glint that had shown up in her eye starting the moment she promised me she'd allow me to help her get into an exercise routine.
Nowhere near as much as I was surprised about Mitsuki, though.
While she had what can generally be said to be a 'motherly size', her body was proportioned in such a way that there weren't obvious fat deposits on her.
Well… That might not be wholly correct.
You see, unlike the shy yet determined Inko who went for full coverage on her clothing and picked a sweatsuit, Mitsuki had gone the route one would expect from a stereotypically bombastic and self-assured woman like her would, and had dressed in a pair of yoga pants that allowed everyone in a 5-kilometer radius to know that she had enough cake to put a whole cakery to shame, and a sports bra + tank top combo that was unsuccessful at sealing off the majestic might of her Supermax Mammaries.
It took a supreme effort of will to not spend the whole time staring over my shoulder at the motions they followed as a consequence of Mitsuki's jogging but, being someone who subjected himself to varying degrees of training from hell, I managed fairly well.
I only got a half-chub once for the whole session!
"Hah! Hah!"
I could see Inko flag, and that was my cue.
"Aaaaand..." I slowed down to a gradual halt, allowing the two women to reach me in their last few strides. "Finish!"
'Magic, initiate Xbox Live Protocol.'
I felt my magic respond to that thought, threads of magic being separated from a handful of less important background processes and forming together into whole different ones just as the ladies reached me, both of them covered in plentiful amounts of sweat.
"So!" I clapped my hands together and put on my best smile even as I felt the magic slowly activate. "How do you two feel?"
"Waaaaater~"
I handed a water bottle to Inko, who busied herself with chugging it down while Mitsuki spoke up.
"Tired and sore, but the good kind, where you can feel proud about achieving something. I never knew working out was this… Fun!" She thoughtlessly tugged on the collar of her tank top and used her hand to fan at her own chest through her sports bra. "Ugh, leaves you sweaty and sticky though."
"That's true. Feeling your clothes sticking to you is the most unpleasant part of a workout."
It took me quite a bit of effort to keep the smirk that wished to split my face down to nothing more than a harmless-looking smile as I took off my long-sleeved shirt, engaging the first two steps of my plan.
At the same time that she was subjected to a view of my thick, well-defined shoulders, arms, chest, and abs, Mitsuki was subjected to something… More. If my magic was acting as intended - and I had no reason to believe it not to - then the mild layer of sweat that had been building up underneath my shirt had been pumped full of my natural pheromones, which were hanging around me in the form of a thick, radial aura.
I watched discreetly - yet eagerly - as Mitsuki distractedly allowed her eyes to all but lick their way through my upper body, following along the contours of my flesh, and at one point even tracking a bead of sweat through the middle of my abs.
She seemed to catch herself soon after, forcefully turning away from me with a blush on her face.
'Aww, she's embarrassed about ogling her best friend's underaged son! You better get used to this feeling since things will only be getting worse from now on, Mi-tsu-ki~'
We wrapped up our small session shortly after that, and I found the fact that Mitsuki constantly kept Inko between us as a human shield to be absolutely hilarious.
Three weeks had passed since we started our runs, and I could see that Mitsuki was more and more affected by my efforts.
I had made it so that a short while after we started running I was always surrounded by a cloud of pleasant musk, jam-packed with all the pheromones I was naturally secreting. Rather than them being uselessly and randomly diffused, though, I had arranged them around me in a series of concentric circles (with me in the center, of course).
Anyone within a radius of around 60 cm of me would be hit by my pheromones at absolute full strength, a massively powerful strike against the instincts most humans either forget about or pretend to within the current era of civilized society. Every 60 cm after that resulted in the potency of my 'musk' halving, all the way until it was basically not registering anymore.
After that first day, Mitsuki had begun running a sizeable distance behind me in an attempt at staving off temptation.
I didn't let her.
I had begun overseeing her and Inko's stretching sessions - after all, I can't have them stretch wrong and get hurt, why, the guilt would not let me sleep for ages! - forcing her to be subjected to my pheromones at full burst for varying amounts of time. Between that, and the few innocent grazes and touches whenever I was moving close to her, her plans of staying away from me started withering, as she made sure to run closer and closer to me with each passing day.
At this point, Mitsuki was pretty much always running within the area of maximum musk concentration, all under the pretext of wishing to push herself as hard as possible to get into shape. This, in turn, motivated Inko to give her all as well, and the results of the two ladies' - differently motivated - training sessions were noticeable in the fact that they slimmed down, something that paired well with Mitsuki's already big breasts and ass, and gave her even more of a killer figure.
At this point in time I could have probably convinced her to sleep with me already, but… It wasn't good enough yet.
Her attraction was still somewhat shallow, and there was no guarantee that she wouldn't "wake up" the very moment her thirst for "young and hunky" got sated.
I wanted her well and truly caught… For good.
It was with that in mind that I took another step forward, and got more… Hands-on, as far as my instruction went.
Instead of simply watching them as they warmed up - in order to ensure that they wouldn't get hurt - I decided that their level of improvement meant they could do more. Go further.
This, of course, meant a series of more complicated warm-up stretches that were best performed with a partner. And, as the one most versed in physical exercise, who else could fulfill that role for either woman than I?
The way Mitsuki's breath hitched, her skin got covered in goosebumps and her body trembled when I held her by the waist, thigh, or leg to help her with a stretch was music to my ears. I even went as far as having her alternately place her ankles on my shoulders while holding onto her waist, and press in, pressing my body tightly against her own under the pretense of improving her flexibility.
I had to use magic to suppress my erection when she shuddered breathlessly in my ear.
She wasn't quite ready to eat yet, but bit by bit we were getting there.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, Mitsuki!" Mom waved her best friend off. "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather today. No need for the two of you to skip out on training because of me."
"Look, if you're not feeling too well I could just stay in today and-"
"Relax, Izu-kun! It's just a small thing, I'll be right as rain in a couple of days!"
"...Are you sure you don't want me to-" I was interrupted by a pout from mom, who then proceeded to shoo both me and Mitsuki off. "So I guess it's just us training today."
The woman looked at me from the corner of her eye, an indescribable look flashing over her face for all of a moment, before she hummed and nodded her assent.
"It seems so, even though the conditions aren't ideal." She seemed equal parts excited and terrified at the thought of being together with me without anyone acting as either a shield or a deterrent like my mother unknowingly did. "Look, Izu-kun, no need to force yourself to keep me company if you don't want to. Feel free to go back home to spend time with Inko."
"She won't let me." I shrugged in resignation. "She hates feeling like she's disrupting other people's lives, so the two of us canceling would just make her feel guilty over being sick, which would make it more likely for her to downplay any future illnesses."
"That… Does sound like something she'd do."
"So you know that we don't really have a choice in this. The best we can do is make it a quickie."
"Ack!" The woman choked on her own saliva, her eyes wide and wild as she asked shrilly. "A quickie!?"
"Yeah, a quick training session." I tilted my head while pasting the most innocently curious look I could onto my face. "Are you alright, Auntie Mitsuki? You didn't catch mom's cold too, did you?"
"I'm," She cleared her throat. "I'm fine, Izu-kun. I… I think it's better for us to just… Start?"
I shrugged and nodded, before taking off at a slightly faster pace than I would've allowed myself to if mom had been present and running with us. As I expected, Mitsuki seemed to not be having too much trouble keeping up.
'Alright, I got an opportunity to be with her solo, and I won't squander it.'
I intensified the pheromone release while speeding up further, forcing her to breathe in more and more as her breathing rhythm and heart rate went up. Soon enough she had a noticeable flush all over her face, her neck, and the exposed parts of her cleavage.
"Ah!"
I turned around towards her, my plans pushed to the back of my mind at the sight of her grimacing face as she half-limped towards me. I quickly covered the distance between the two of us before supporting her weight.
"What's wrong, auntie Mitsuki?"
"Got a cramp on my leg." She hissed as I prodded at the calve of her limping leg while giving her a questioning look. "Right there. Fuuuuuu-dge, this hurts like a bi-... This hurts a lot!"
"That's a muscle cramp for you."
I chuckled lightly at her self-censorship attempts while lowering her to a park bench. A lightbulb went off in my head at that exact moment as I saw a way to both help her, and help myself. I picked up her pained leg, gingerly maneuvering it onto my lap.
"What are you doing, Izuku?" I blithely ignored the half-concerned question she asked when I started taking off her shoe and sock. "I don't think this-Oooooooooh~"
Her complaining turned into a long, drawn-out purr as I called upon skills picked up during my previous life and started massaging her leg. My fingers pressed, tugged, pushed, and pulled at the flesh of her calf, each change in strength and technique drawing another moan, groan, purr or hiss out of her. I was doing very well… But I knew I could do better.
'Magic, show me all of the knots of tension on her leg, as well as the primary nerve clusters and erogenous zones.'
I felt a perfect reflection of her leg appear within my mind before its opacity reduced as a series of spots with different colors at different intensities started appearing all throughout its length, like a diagram, or a map of sorts. Something inside of me shifted, and I watched curiously as the diagram in my mind's eye overlapped with my real vision.
There were three different colors of spots on the diagram I could see. There were pulsing red ones, which I intuitively knew to represent pain, brown, compact ones, which I similarly knew to represent points of great tension, and a series of purple spots, some bigger than others, and all connected to one another by purple lines, which also connected to different parts throughout the body that I couldn't see, which obviously were erogenous zones.
'Alright, so I know which is which, but I don't really know what to do with this information on my own. So, I guess I'll just do this…'
I gave my magic a single order to 'soothe' while allowing my fingers to touch the red spots, and I watched as those spots reduced in both size and intensity, while Mitsuki sighed in relief.
A 'relax' command was given to the brown spots, and I felt her all but melt into a pile of goo right there and then on the park bench. I then picked a small-sized spot of purple, but instead of pushing magic into it as I did with the others, I simply pressed my fingertips into it, before slowly and softly rubbing circles into it.
"Ahn~"
I felt Mitsuki squirm slightly, her leg muscles tensing as if she were fighting an internal battle on whether or not she should retract it. While this happened at a visible physical level, different things were happening in my mental diagram.
'Rubbing the pleasure spot made its color become even more intense and caused more purple threads to spread from it. The brown and red spots closest to it slightly went down in size, while the other purple ones also got brighter, and slightly bigger.'
This time I touched a red spot and tried to massage it as soothingly as I could without the use of magic, and was rewarded for my efforts with a very marginal decrease in the color's intensity, as well as a decrease in size that was so small that it was borderline impossible to notice.
I then moved to the second biggest purple spot, placing both thumbs against it and slowly rubbing, all the while streaming small amounts of magic into it with the single command to 'Amplify'.
"Ghkt!"
Mitsuki choked off a sound of some sort while her muscles tensed in unison, her back visibly leaving the bench while her eyes all but rolled within their sockets. She relaxed soon afterward, though small aftershocks could still be felt running through her body.
I stopped the stream of magic associated with the mental diagram, and the colored map that had been overlapping Mitsuki's physically visible leg faded away. Standing back up, I pulled the almost insensate woman up, easily lifting her into a bridal carry before carrying her back home.
She regained her wits shortly after, but a lighthearted "Cramps, am I right?" from me seemed to be more than enough to avoid any unpleasant conversations. I took her all the way to her home, depositing her on her couch before making my way back to my own.
As I walked back to the Midoriya household, a single thought went through my mind.
'This is going to be so much fun!'
Four months had passed since we first began running, and Mitsuki's thirst for me was almost comparable to my own for her.
Oh, she made sure to keep the façade of the aunt-like figure that "watched me grow up" whenever mom or anyone else was watching, but the very second she thought no one was looking she was eyeing me up like a starving, feral lioness did a particularly bloody steak.
I no longer had a need to contrive a reason to be close to her, as she willingly put herself within my musk's optimal range. I didn't need to make up reasons to touch her, since she started every single lesson with a single-minded drive to stretch properly.
Heck, the effects were even noticeable outside of the context of our training! Before all of this, she was already a semi-regular visitor to our home. Inko and her often took afternoons to just talk, watch their tv shows, and generally have fun as best friends, but nowadays she seemed to be at our place every other day.
The majority of her time was still spent having fun with mom, but a good chunk of her attention was directed towards me as well nowadays.
I'm sure that to an outside observer it might have seemed like an extension, or deepening, of the previous dynamic that existed between "Auntie Mitsuki" and "Izu-kun", but the way she looked at me, the way she talked to me, how most of our conversations nowadays seemed to almost always veer towards girls- "Back during our school days, a young man like yourself would get snatched up by some girl by now." - and the way that she was constantly finding reasons to make physical contact with me, from a hand on my arm, to ruffling my hair, all the way to full-blown hugs, told me that she was at the right point.
Ripe for the picking.
All I needed was a good opportunity to seal the deal.
"Argh!"
"Are you alright, Mitsuki?" Mom fretted worriedly over her best friend. "What's wrong?"
"Muscle cramp." Mitsuki hissed through gritted teeth, her face set in a grimace. "Strong one too."
Apparently, Mitsuki was all in favor of giving me said opportunity. Oh, her acting was undoubtedly good. Mom was fooled, and I bet that the overwhelming majority of people watching would be as well. Heck, I'd probably be fooled as well if it wasn't for the fact that I have a visual diagram of her exposed body parts that told me there were no new nor particularly intense knots of tension nor spots of pain.
Conversely, the number of purple lines running through her exposed skin was growing by the second.
'Well, I'm certainly not going to look this gift horse in the mouth.'
It took me all of a moment to reach Mitsuki's side and support her over the shoulder, something that made her shudder in place while the number of purple lines seemed to instantly double.
"Auntie Mitsuki seems to be in pain." I addressed my mother. "I think we should stop for today."
"A-alright." Mom nodded her agreement at that. "I guess we should take her back to her home now?"
"I'll do it, mom. You can head back home directly and relax."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I think that after what happened to auntie Mitsuki, it'd be best for you to take a day off, to avoid any repeats. Go home and rest, and I'll take care of auntie Mitsuki, and maybe keep working out after dropping her off."
Mom turned towards Mitsuki, who simply nodded in agreement, prompting her to head on home.
As mom headed home, I shifted Mitsuki into a bridal carry before heading to her own place. It didn't take me long to pick up their extra key from its hiding spot, before making my way inside with her.
"Where do you want me to place you down, Auntie Mitsuki?"
She either didn't notice or didn't care that I was looking straight at her as she licked her lips with predatory hunger, before speaking in a tone that was somewhere between a purr and a husky whisper.
"Just lay me down on my bed."
'It's happening! Project Xbox Live is reaching completion!'
I softly placed her down on her bed and got pleasantly surprised when she spoke up before I could say anything that could push the conversation forward in my preferred direction.
"Izu-kun, can you do auntie a favor ~?" She didn't give me the time to answer before going on. "You remember that massage that you gave Auntie a while ago? Well, auntie's been very stressed lately, and she'd really appreciate it if you gave her another one. Please~"
She punctuated with a sexy pout, and it took my absolute best effort to not break out cackling right there and then. Instead, I just gave a 'naive' smile and nod.
"Of course, auntie Mitsuki!"
"Great!" The thing she did with her mouth displayed way too many teeth to be considered a friendly smile. She leaned over the side of the bed to a nightstand, opening the bottommost drawer on it and retrieving a bottle of massage oil, which she handed to me.
"This is a special, scented oil that I got some time ago, that makes massages more pleasant and relaxing." She bared her teeth at me again. "Auntie would appreciate it if you used it during the massage."
'You prepared pretty well for this, Mitsuki. Don't worry though, I'll make sure you won't regret your efforts.'
"Alright, I can use it. The instructions are right there in the bottle, and they're pretty easy."
"Good." The woman proceeded to peel off her tank top and yoga pants, leaving her only in her sports bra and in a pair of extremely sexy black T-back panties. She turned her head and looked me in the eye as she spoke. "Those clothes were sticking to my skin and making me uncomfortable. I hope you don't mind?"
'I am a hair's breadth away from ripping your panties apart with my teeth, woman! Of course I mind! You should've already been naked by now!'
"I don't mind it, aunt Mitsuki!" 'Not like there's too much of a difference, with the way those yoga pants were painted onto your ass.' "Just lie down and relax, alright?"
"Mhm."
She allowed herself to rest on her stomach, giving me an unimpeded look at the entirety of her backside, and by god did these months of running do wonders! She used to be just thicc beforehand, but now she was both a possessor of thiccness and firmness.
Pushing that thought aside for the moment, I squeezed a fat glob of the strawberry-scented massage oil into one hand before rubbing both hands together, both to warm up the massage oil and to spread it evenly between both hands.
'Nodes.'
I registered a noticeable drain to my magic as Mitsuki's body lit up to my eyes, many different points, spots, and nodes of red, brown, and purple becoming visible to me. I started the massage by softly spreading the oil over the back of the woman's legs, before softly pressing against the biggest red and brown nodes there.
'Soothe and Relax.'
I softly kneaded her muscles with as much skill as I possessed while simultaneously allowing my magic to do its thing, and the woman veritably melted under my hands. A quick shift of the hands was followed by more pressing, tugging, prodding, and kneading, and the red and browns just kept disappearing.
Other than a few prods and pokes at the purple nodes with zero magic involvement, I moved up. I repeated the process on the back of her thighs, allowing my fingers to explore the flesh that had, during the course of these months, gained a renewed firmness and spring to go together with their sheer, raw thiccness, all the while causing her pain and tension to vanish by way of literal magic.
'Time to take things up to the next level.'
"Auntie Mitsuki, I don't really have a good angle to massage your back from here. I mean, I can get most of it, but I won't be able to really get in there deep. And your… Err, bra, kind of… Is in the way. "
"No worries, Izu-kun, just climb on." She put a finger on her chin. "I think you should strip down to your underwear too, to make sure that your clothes don't get sticky from the oil. And about that bra..."
She reached behind herself and undid the hooks of the sports bra, not at all trying to hide her breasts from view when she lifted her torso off of the bed in order to take off the thing altogether, allowing me to get a good helping of sideboob and a bit of visible nipple from one of them.
'My my my… Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Bakugou?'
"Alright!"
Her eyes widened in both surprise and excitement as I followed her example and unhesitatingly shucked off my shirt and shorts, revealing my physique in full to her for the first time. I didn't give her the time to do more than just take a glimpse before climbing atop her.
First, I used the oil remaining in my hands to work on her neck and shoulders.
Another squirt of massage oil later and I was rubbing her back, utterly demolishing the many tension and pain nodes she had built up - likely from carrying the weight of her breasts - as well as digging into her sides.
I didn't even make a token effort at avoiding her breasts, enjoying the way her breath hitched when my hands spread the massage oil over their sides. I went to town on her lower back before finally touching a few of her pleasure nodes, causing her to squirm in place and moan in a rather pornographic manner as more and more purple threads spread throughout her body.
She held her breath in anticipation as I got lower and lower, my oil-covered hands approaching the ass that I had already previously overlooked. I stopped right above her delightful derrière, and right at the moment when she opened her mouth, probably in an attempt at reassuring or goading me into groping her, I dove in, causing her breath to once again hitch.
As soon as I did away with all the tension and pain nodes, I allowed myself to give into my long-held urges and relentlessly groped the woman's ass, all but salivating as my fingers sank into the plump cheeks before hitting firm flesh in the form of her worked-on glutes.
I felt a different type of viscous fluid cover my fingers as I grabbed the ass flesh closest to her center and pulled, splitting the cheeks and revealing a very wet, and very much cameltoed, pair of panties, as well as a light pink pucker that was very poorly hidden by the T-back.
I allowed my fingers to graze her mound and pucker under the pretense of progressing with the massage, but right as I felt her about to jump me, I released her. I could almost physically feel her confusion and disappointment at that, but once again I took the initiative.
"Turn around so I can do your front, auntie Mitsuki."
She didn't hesitate to comply, turning around the moment I raised myself off of her. For the first time ever I got a full-frontal view of her mammaries, and her eyes widened in shock and surprise as I no longer bothered to suppress my natural reaction to the situation, allowing my cock to bulge within my boxers.
"W-wha-"
Her eyes smoldered with a mix of lust and arousal, as well as some fear, and it was understandable. I have no idea how much this body would have naturally packed below the belt, but the influence of my magic during the process of physical development ensured that my whole body grew into what could only be described as an absolute unit.
My whole body.
So Mitsuki's reaction wasn't too shocking to me.
I let her ogle me for a good while, ogling her heaving chest in response, before squirting another handful of oil into my hands and leaning down to massage her body. My hands glided through her neck and slid down her upper chest.
I removed my hands from her torso right before reaching her breasts, relishing in the frustration building in her as I went down to her hips and started massaging upward. Every single knot of soreness or tension on my path was just eliminated from existence, and I made sure to graze against the biggest and brightest pleasure nodes along the way, before stopping right below her breasts.
I applied another thick helping of the massage oil to my hands, meeting the woman's gaze as I slowly warmed it up by rubbing my hands together…
Before diving in and mauling her breasts.
She fisted her bedsheets and grit her teeth to suppress her voice as I relentlessly went at her breasts. Her head thrashed around and her legs kicked futilely as I tormented the mammaries, rubbing my oiled fingertips along her areola, before flicking the engorged nipples that were by now nothing less than two beacons of solid purple light to my enhanced vision.
Another flick to the engorged nubs caused her to gasp, before I trapped them both between the thumb and index of each hand, rubbing the warm oil into them while flooding them with 'Amplification'.
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her whole body tensed at that, her back arching off of the bed in a way that looked almost painful, while her panties got so soppingly wet that I had zero doubt she had just squirted. Her chest filled with air as she took a deep, gasping breath, but the delayed shriek of orgasmic satisfaction that would've alerted the whole neighborhood of our activities ended up being released into my mouth as I mashed my lips against her own.
The feeling of my lips against her own, our saliva mixing together as my tongue plundered her insensate, unresisting mouth seemed to do the trick, as she shuddered in another - smaller - orgasm.
I saw the moment she returned to full cognizance as her eyes widened when she tried - and failed - to move. I had both of her wrists trapped above her head in one hand, while my other hand groped her ass.
"Finally awake after cumming yourself stupid?" Her eyes widened further in surprise as I stared at her in a mixture of amusement and hunger. I squeezed her ass particularly hard, causing her would-be response to turn into a moan. "Surprised, auntie Mitsuki? You have no reason to be, since you did arrange for all of this to happen in the first place."
"Wha-"
"You think I didn't notice the looks? The touches? You've been teasing me for months, auntie. What, did you expect me not to notice? Did you think you'd get sweet, naive Izuku wrapped around your finger, more hormones than common sense as he did his absolute best to please you, just a cock for you to hop on whenever you were feeling like scratching an itch and then pat on the head like a good boy?"
For the first time since I had been Isekai'd, someone in this world other than Toga was allowed to see my full grin. Mitsuki shuddered at the look I was giving her, before moaning again as the hand that I had on her thigh moved to her panty-clad mound and gave it a quick stroke.
"The prey doesn't get to dictate to the predator how it's eaten. You knew this when you brought me here, into your home, into your bedroom, and onto your marital bed. You just never considered the idea that you might be the prey in this situation. Now, Mitsuki, you have two choices. One, you tell me to stop, I get dressed, go home, and we pretend that none of this ever happened; or two, you let me keep going, and hang on for a wild ride. What's it going to be, auntie?"
"...op…"
"I'm sorry, what was that?" I leaned in close to her, taking her earlobe between my lips and giving it a good suck, before speaking into her ear. "I couldn't hear you, auntie. You'll need to speak louder if you want to be heard."
"Don't stop."
The moment those words floated into my ear my fingers gripped onto her engorged, panty-clad clit… And twisted.
Her hips jerked off of the bed so hard that a weaker man would've been bucked off. I was not that man, however, and I simply allowed her to ride her orgasm out against my hand, her juices all but covering the whole thing.
I released her nub when her aftershocks died out, looking her in the eye even as I suspended my soiled hand above her mouth. We stared at one another in silence, before she averted her eyes and took the digits covered in her own cum into her mouth. Despite seeming reluctant, the sheer strength she sucked my fingers with and how fast she utterly cleaned them of her fluids displayed just how much she truly was enjoying this.
She actually fought against me when I was withdrawing my fingers, only for her face to flush in embarrassment when she noticed what she had been doing.
"You seem quite eager, Mitsuki."
She blushed even harder, and I allowed myself to absolutely relish the knowledge that I had taken the stubborn, hot-headed, tough-as-nails woman, and turned her into this blushing, moaning puddle of pleasure.
I pinched her panties between my fingers and startled a gasp out of her when, instead of tugging them down her legs, I simply tore them apart, revealing a marvelous looking mess of pink, slime-covered, engorged flesh, topped with a tuff of blond hair shaped like an arrowhead pointing downward, as if indicating the spot to hit, and a pucker of the same pink as her nipples and cunt, twitching in overdrive.
I wasn't as brutish with my own underwear - obviously - sliding them down my legs and revealing myself fully to Mitsuki, causing her to gulp in a mix of trepidation and thrill. I leaned my body into hers and felt her shiver when the underside of my shaft pressed against her engorged pudenda. I slowly sawed back and forth against it, picking up more and more of her juices, and getting a series of low moans from her in response.
"I'm excited to explore your untouched depths…" I surprised her by releasing her wrists and standing up off of her body and was satisfied to see that she made no attempts at changing positions, simply tracking me with her eyes as I did. "But not quite yet."
I sat on my knees right over her head, giving her a good, clear look at my cock, before lowering myself until the full thing rested atop of her face.
"Open."
Her brain took a while to restart after she took a full whiff of musk and pheromones much more concentrated than I ever put out before, but once it did, she didn't hesitate to obey, opening her mouth as wide as it could go.
I rubbed my cock back and forth across her face, spreading her own slick all over it, before placing my cockhead between her open lips and slowly pressing it in. She started eagerly sucking on it the very moment the head touched her tongue, and kept doing so as I slowly pushed into her mouth - and then her throat - allowing inch after inch to sink in.
"Gahgkt"
She managed to comfortably fit my cock in all the way to the sixth inch, only to gag the moment I tried to push more in. I pulled back a couple of inches, giving her the time to gather herself before I pushed again, slowly sinking into her throat all the way to the seventh inch. She was ready this time, breathing through her nose as she continuously swallowed.
'Good, good… Now, how're you going to deal with this?'
I lied over her in a 69 and flicked her clit with a finger wreathed in 'Amplify', making her squeal around my cock, and pushed more of it into her gullet as she did. She finally moved, her hands clenching around my thighs, though she made no attempts to push me off.
The 'Amplify' covering my hand was paired with a 'Reverberate' as I slipped two fingers into her smoldering cunt, with the same paired enchantments covering the entire inner surface of my mouth and my tongue as I sucked her throbbing nub between my lips.
"!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Any of her subsequent squeals were replaced with a series of Gaghkt's and Ghlk's as I repeatedly slammed the rest of my cock down her throat, with the full weight of my body keeping hers from arching again as she came so hard that her juices covered not only my hand but also the entirety of my face, despite the position we were in.
I thrust a few more times as she gagged and squealed, withdrawing the full length only when her body went limp. I stood up and looked down at her, feeling my cock jolt almost painfully at the sight that met me.
Her chest rose in fast, short breaths, causing her glycerin-covered tits to heave and wobble. Her hair was an absolute mess, which went well with her glassy eyes, tear-streaked face, and drool-covered mouth and jaw. Her legs were still twitching and kicking from the aftershocks of her latest orgasm so far.
I positioned myself at her bottom half once again, raising both of the insensate woman's legs and hooking her knees over my shoulders while lining up my cockhead with her opening.
'Mhm… No fun in doing it like this.'
"Wake up, auntie Mitsuki." I gave her face a few soft smacks until her eyes regained a semblance of cognizance, grinning at her as I spoke. "You can't sleep yet, auntie Mitsuki. You might've cum many times already, but I haven't done it a single time. It'd be very selfish of you to let me go back home with this hard, throbbing, raging erection, don't you think?"
She mumbled something indecipherable as her glassy eyes slowly gained more and more clarity to them, before widening as I prodded at her cunt with my cockhead.
"You've already proven that your mouth can't handle me, though, and I don't think your hands are in any shape to get me off at this point in time, so I guess I'm going to have to use this hot, wet fuckhole of yours." She garbled something in a pleading whine, but between the brutal pounding I gave her throat and her fuck-drunkenness, I couldn't really make it out even if I wanted to. "I guess there's your ass as well, but trying to get in there without proper preparation is something I'm not willing to do, so… Well, here we are."
"Izuuuuuuuuuuuuu~" She garbled out. "'m ganna d-AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
I interrupted her by spearing into her wet hole all the way to the hilt and rolling, causing her nub to grind against the base of my cock, and for a sound that could be best described as something between a ghastly wail and a banshee's cry to erupt from her throat.
I grabbed both of her shoulders, slowly drawing my thoroughly squirted-on hips back before enjoying the smack of her ass on my thighs as I slammed my way back into her. Her hole was as hot as a furnace, and it was so slick that not even all the borderline crushing pressure her spasming inner muscles applied to my cock was enough to slow down my thrusts, allowing me to run roughshod over her and rearrange her insides.
I gradually picked up the pace, each of my thrusts punctuated with a squeak from her up until she came again, after which the only sounds coming out of her mouth were short, rasping wheezes, each of them coinciding with me lodging myself within her.
The sight of Bakugou Mitsuki, MILF extraordinaire and the mother of my childhood friend cum bully cum borderline bitter enemy, so thoroughly fucked out that her head lolled to the side, and her body just lied under me in a twitching, cumming mess, completely vulnerable to any and all of my whims, was the nail in the coffin.
"HNG!"
I came hard enough to see stars, with jet after jet of jism exploding from my cockhead so hard that it was borderline painful. I had to focus with of all my might to keep myself from releasing the roar that had built up within my chest, reducing it to a series of grunts as I painted Mitsuki's insides white, before pulling out mid-cum and, as a result of the already different physique of people in this world and my magic-based personal improvements, covering her whole front from head to toes in so much cum that it'd make post-gangbang bukkake look relatively dry.
I actually lost the strength in my legs after cumming so hard, forcing me to sit down beside the insensate woman in order to get my breath back. After feeling reasonably recovered, I woke the woman with a small jolt of 'Recover' and 'Awaken' mixed together.
She looked at me with satiation and a borderline worshipful reverence, something that turned into panic as I placed a hand on her thigh.
"Pffft!" I couldn't help the chuckle that left my mouth at that. "I'm done for now, so no need to worry."
The woman let out a sigh of relief, drawing a wide smirk from me.
"Still, I have to say, you were most definitely a good fuckhole, Mitsuki." The woman's temperament flared at those words and she was all set to blow up at me, but my hand on her jaw simultaneously kept her silent and forced her to meet my gaze as I spoke. "Are you mad because I called you a fuckhole, Mitsuki? Well, where was that anger while I actually was using you like a fuckhole? Was it present when you faked a cramp to get me in here with you? Or was it here during the massage? Did it come after your first orgasm? Or was it the second? Third? Fourth?"
She tried to look away, but a tug on her chin forced her to keep her eyes on my own as I spoke.
"I lost count of how many times you came, so let's move past that. Was there anger and indignation present when I toyed with your body? When I used your throat as little more than a glorified onahole? Or was it there when I fucked you utterly insensate in your marital bed?" A small effort of will had her mouth clear of my cum, allowing me to pull her into a rough, possessive thing that was more akin to me trying to suck her face off than a kiss, ending with a thin strand of spit hanging between us. "Don't get things twisted, woman. I still like you, and out there in the world, you will still be Auntie Mitsuki, my mother's best friend and the woman that was more present during my growth than my own father. But in private, when it's just the two of us…"
I leaned in so close to her that we were almost nose to nose.
"You. Are. My. Fuckhole."
"Fine." Her defiance crumbled after a few moments, and I could see the fight leave her eyes as her lust overcame her pride, causing her to avert her eyes from my own as she spoke. "You win."
"...Was that ever in doubt, Mitsuki?" I got up and dressed in a mostly silent bedroom. "Now I'd advise you to clean all of this up before Uncle Masaru or Kacchan get a chance to find you like this."
I walked to the prone woman that seemed to be staring unseeingly at the ceiling, before placing a finger on her forehead and cleaning a part of it free of our combined bodily fluids with another pulse of my dwindling magic.
She actually jolted in surprise when I kissed her forehead and stroked the hair on the back of her head, which was semen-free. I smiled down at her, and the affection in my voice was genuine as I spoke.
"See ya some other time, auntie Mitsuki. Love ya!"
Having said that, I let myself out of the Bakugou household and locked it behind me.
As I made my way back home, I thought about our talk. Obviously, that last 'Love ya' that I gave Mitsuki wasn't a reference to romantic love, but rather the affection of the familial bond we had crafted over the years. Yes, there were layers of sex, lust, and domination in the mix, but it didn't change the fact that outside of the bedroom, Fuckhole was still Auntie Mitsuki.
I made the rest of the journey back home at a jog before stopping at the door. I closed my eyes and focused on one of the abilities I had been working on as 'part of my quirk', which was the ability to track people via their heat signature. There was a single familiar heat signature in my house, that of my mother, and she was in her bedroom, which meant that I could sneak past her and shower, eliminating any chances of her smelling the sex on me.
Unlocking the door was a slow and silent affair, as was going inside and closing it behind me. I shucked off my running shoes and tip-toed my way through our house, directly heading to my target, which was the bathroom.
My pace slowed even further and my footsteps were even more careful as I walked past mom and dad's bedroom, careful not to alert her…
"Izukunnnnnnnn~"
Only for my eyes to widen in shock and for me to almost slip and fall as a noticeably sexual moan reached my ears.
'Oh. Ohhhhhh. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.'
The fact that Inko would also be affected by my efforts at seducing Mitsuki had gone right over my head, with how hyperfocused I was on fucking Katsuki's mom. She was also within the range of my pheromone cloud during the workouts themselves, and, unlike Mitsuki who was only at our home for a few hours every other day, Inko lived with me.
Same living room, same bathroom, same kitchen, heck, she even did my laundry! Her exposition to my musk and pheromones was exponentially higher than Mitsuki's! I also helped her stretch before every workout, something that completely passed me by, once again due to my hyperfocus on Mitsuki.
And while Mitsuki had gotten exposed to my literally supernatural massage skills, she still had a husband at home to help her ease off the edge of her arousal, whereas Inko had nothing but her own hands. There's the possibility she has some 'last drawer' friends but given her temperament, it's unlikely for her to have mustered up the courage to buy any in the first place.
Meaning, I had, in my own home, a woman as sexy as, and likely many times more sex-starved than Mitsuki ever was.
'Sorry, Hisashi. Just like Masaru, I have nothing against you, but… MILF booty, man.'
My cock twitched at the jolt of arousal that went through me, yet a pained clenching of my balls drew a grimace from me and changed my mind.
'Yeah, gonna have to take a raincheck on that.'
Reluctantly turning my back on another horny - and apparently very willing - MILF, I followed through with my plan of shoving myself under the shower, the cold water washing away the traces of sex as well as any residual arousal, allowing me to once more think with my upper head.
'I have around 6 months still before UA's admittance exam. I need to use them as intelligently as I can, for optimal results.'
The rest of the day was spent plotting and planning for my heroic future.
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