[5 Days Since the Incident]
Since Mei went to be with her family, I've just been walking around the camp helping people. I decided to name two of my most valuable puppets, as well as some of the other commanders, to help speed up the process. I named the Administrator "Breen"; he turned into an old-looking man with gray hair and a beard. Breen has a very convincing way of speaking, though sometimes it comes off as condescending. I named the Elite Commander "Thrawn"; he turned into a tall, relatively young, fit man with blue skin and blazing red eyes. Thrawn speaks slowly and calculatingly but is cold toward anyone he doesn't recognize as his equal or superior.
I also decided to name two normal commanders to assist Thrawn, even though he insisted it wasn't necessary. I named both of them "Makima," as Thrawn suggested, because it's important to know what happens when two puppets share the same name. I even contemplated creating a new Wilhelm, but I decided against it, feeling it would disrespect his memory. Although I can't say I wasn't curious about what would happen.
Both Makimas were essentially perfect copies of each other, with bright red hair and eyes strikingly similar to Mei's. They were really reserved, soft-spoken, and serious, but like Breen, they had an air about them that screamed danger—even Nezu seemed a little uneasy around them. At first, Thrawn didn't like them and preferred the other, non-independent commanders, but he begrudgingly accepted them after they proved themselves much more capable than he imagined.
Thrawn and Breen, however, had an odd dynamic—they respected each other but often didn't see eye-to-eye on many things. This made sense since both were geniuses but approached things from different perspectives: Breen was more focused on general management, while Thrawn excelled in long-term strategy. Nezu nearly cried with joy and relief when I introduced them to him. Shockingly, the efficiency and speed of the operations increased by over 400%! They were so effective that Nezu decided to leave the front in their hands while he and I went to visit a friend of his who had agreed to house me for a while. All Nezu told me was that his friend was one of UA's biggest financial supporters and had a daughter around my age who shared a similar quirk to mine.
Leaving the camp in the capable hands of Breen and Thrawn, we got into a car sent by Nezu's friend. The ride was mostly uneventful, filled with casual conversation between me and Nezu. He seemed to really like his new helpers, as he wouldn't stop talking about them. I think he's just happy to finally have people nearly as smart as him.
We arrived in front of a giant gate to their estate. It was so large that I couldn't see the end of it. After being identified and searched for any dangerous items, we drove through the gate, and it took another five minutes before we arrived at the massive mansion. I was stunned by the sheer size of the building—it was bigger than five of my old apartment buildings combined. As we approached the front door, guards were stationed outside, and after another check, we were allowed inside.
The interior was reminiscent of the Renaissance era. Before I could ask Nezu where we should go to meet our hosts, a butler appeared and began showing us around the estate, leading us to them. After walking for over 20 minutes, we finally arrived at an overly decorated door that opened into a giant dining room. Three people were seated at the table: a serious-looking, handsome man in glasses, a tall, beautiful, buxom woman with jet-black hair, and a girl my age who was an exact copy of the woman. They stood up and came over to greet us.
The man extended his hand to me for a handshake, which I accepted firmly, and he said, "My name is Yuto Yaoyorozu, and I welcome you to my humble estate. This is my wife, Ayano Yaoyorozu, and my daughter, Momo Yaoyorozu."
I twitched at the word "humble" in his introduction, but I didn't sense he was trying to brag, so I wondered what they would consider lavish if this was "humble" to them. I smiled back without letting my inner thoughts show. "Thank you for hosting us. I know this situation must be uncomfortable for you and your family, so I want to thank you for having me here for a while." I bowed to him in a more traditional manner.
"Oh, don't speak nonsense. You are not a burden to us. Nezu has helped us a lot over the years, so if he vouches for you, then I have no problem providing you with a place to stay for a while. Besides, my daughter Momo has no friends her age due to being homeschooled, so this will be good for her as well." He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder.
I gave him a grateful smile and said, "Thank you again for having me. My name is John Adams, and I'll be in your care." I turned to Mrs. Yaoyorozu, bowed, and kissed her hand in greeting. Then, finally, I faced the girl, who, despite being my age, was already quite developed and tall.
"Hello, Miss Yaoyorozu, I hope we can become friends while I stay here," I said sincerely. I had only Mei as a friend, so I really needed to make other true friends who wouldn't just like me for my looks or quirk.
She blushed at my comment but smiled and extended her hand for me to shake. "Greetings. I certainly hope we can be friends. I've always wanted to try out party games or other activities that require more people."
I felt a bit sorry for her. Even though I spent a lot of time by myself, Mei and, before her, Izuku, had been my companions. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be alone all the time, only meeting people who either wanted to get close to my parents or were after my body or money. I decided I would help this girl and bring Mei into it as well, so she'd have a female friend she could talk to, too. They would also have each other in case anything happened to me.
After the introductions, we sat at the table and waited for lunch to arrive. The amount of food they brought out for just five people was insane. We barely managed to eat a tenth of it. I must have had my thoughts written all over my face because Mr. Yaoyorozu assured me that the remaining food would be eaten by the employees who worked there. I didn't know how to feel about it, but I understood that this was a completely different world from the one I grew up in. Perhaps the other me could have adapted to this lifestyle better, as he was the CEO of two of the largest interstellar companies in the galaxy.
Once we finished eating, the adults continued talking amongst themselves, but Mrs. Yaoyorozu excused us, suggesting that we do something together as new friends.
Honestly, I thought she meant something like board games or video games, but watching a movie together in a giant home cinema wasn't a bad idea either. The room had no chairs, just a large bed and numerous big beanbags scattered around. Mrs. Yaoyorozu explained that this room was built for her when she was little, and she'd often watch movies and sometimes sleep here.
I just wanted to sit on a beanbag, but she gently asked me to join her on the bed. For a second, I thought she might be a secret pervert, but seeing her innocent expression, I realized that due to her isolation, she probably didn't understand social cues and wasn't easily embarrassed. In other words, she was completely shameless. She also seemed touch-starved, clinging to me every chance she got. She'd held my hand the entire way here, and now she was clinging to me like a koala.
Her large "assets" were pressed tightly against my chest. I thought Mei's breasts were big for her age, but these were even larger. I could feel the blood rushing south as my body started to respond, and I quickly tried to get a hold of myself. I began silently chastising myself: 'Don't you dare! You already have a beautiful and amazing girlfriend. Calm down! Her family is taking care of you, and they've been nothing but kind.'
Mrs. Yaoyorozu must have noticed my squirming because she leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick, or do you not like the movie?"
That was my breaking point, and I couldn't hold back my erection any longer when I felt her thigh press up against it.
She obviously felt something poking her leg, so she grabbed it with one of her hands to try to find out what it was. She gasped when she felt my erection through my pants. Once again, she shocked me with her lack of shame. She just blushed a little and said, "Oh, no wonder you were squirming so much. It must have been uncomfortable to lie down with." She didn't even hesitate; she just changed our position. She sat up on the bed, brought the pillows behind her back against the headboard, and gently pulled me into her embrace from behind. Now her giant pillows of a chest were being pressed against my back, her head resting on my shoulder, and her legs thrown over mine, now positioned between my legs. She was like a proper koala, if anything.
I also found out, due to our closeness, that she may not have realized it, but she was turned on as well. I could feel the heat growing behind my back around her nether region, and I could hear her panting next to my face with growing intensity. I tried to ignore it, but after two hours of this, I started to get worried that maybe her quirk, or maybe some allergy, was acting up and that she was actually sick. So I got out of her hug and turned towards her. I saw that her face was now red like a tomato, and she was sweating buckets. Unfortunately, I didn't expect that when my erection touched the inside of her thighs again as I turned around, she would suddenly hug me with all her might and come right onto my lap with a loud moan.
I felt my pants get soaked by her juices, and thanks to this final stimulation from her, I came as well. Then we just lay there in each other's arms, our juices staining each other's clothes. I saw that Yaoyorozu-san was on the brink of sleep, so before she could lose consciousness, I quickly grabbed her and said, "Look, we should clean this place up and ourselves. If your parents find out about this, you'll get in really big trouble, and I'll most likely be kicked out. So let's forget that this happened." She just looked at me with half-lidded eyes, and I saw that she wasn't really there anymore after her giant orgasm. I sighed and made her stand up so she wouldn't fall asleep while I took off the soaked sheet. I rolled it into a ball so I could carry it more easily. Yaoyorozu-san seemed really tired, but at least she didn't look like she would fall asleep at any moment.
I asked her a question: "Could you take me to where the laundry is done so we can dispose of this and get a new one?" She just nodded and took my hand. Before we left, I checked the clock on the screen, which showed the time since the Lord of the Rings movie had been paused long ago and ignored by us. It was 11:24 PM. This meant that Nezu had likely already left, and everyone was already asleep. As we were walking down the many corridors, I heard moans down the hall, so I stopped my partner in crime and signaled her to slowly follow me. When we reached the end of it, we saw Mr. Yaoyorozu having sex with a maid. He was grunting and pumping his hips forward from behind while she was bent over a chair, moaning in pleasure. Yaoyorozu-san didn't seem angry or disappointed with her father; she just had an uncomfortable expression as her face reddened once again. I just sighed, too tired to deal with this whole thing. At least now I know why she was so nonchalant about me having an erection next to her. It seems her family, in general, is pretty shameless—at least her dad. But who am I to judge? I guess that if everyone is happy and no one's getting hurt, then why should I care?
We snuck past them quite easily, thanks to the position they were in. Not long after, we arrived at the laundry room. I quickly tossed the dirty sheet among the other dirty white cloths, and we found some newly cleaned ones, which we took back to the home cinema. I planned to set the bed later, as we were still soaked from our juices. So, we began our journey once again through the night toward the nearest bathroom. This time, we didn't run into anyone, so it was easy for us. However, what was not easy was Yaoyorozu-san's insistence that we shower together. I ultimately compromised and stayed in the room while holding her hand. I'm starting to think there's something really wrong with her. She seems to switch between moods and personalities. When she's in front of people she doesn't feel close to, like Nezu or me at first, she's polite and kind, but when she started thinking of me as her friend, it was like she flipped a switch in her head. I'm really starting to believe that being alone all this time has made her a bit unstable. Now that she's found someone she feels genuinely close to, she doesn't want me to leave her alone again.
I think she started liking me because I didn't look down on her or treat her like a princess in front of her parents or when we were alone. And since she doesn't have boundaries, she quickly escalates things beyond her control—just like back in the cinema. She's undoubtedly a one-of-a-kind genius, with the potential to be even smarter than Nezu if her accomplishments from our lunch chat were anything to go by. But socially, she's like a child. She's so disconnected from normal reality that she doesn't even think for a second that what she's doing could be wrong.
Alright, since they allowed me to stay with their strange family, I'm going to repay that kindness by teaching Yaoyorozu-san about the real world, protecting her from being taken advantage of, or deceived. Most importantly, I will be her friend and try not to worsen her mental state by running away because of this incident.
When she was done with her shower, she walked out fully nude without a care. I quickly turned away and asked tiredly, "You do know I'm still here, right? I'm a boy, you shouldn't just be naked in front of me. Or do you let anyone see you like this?" I asked, curious, while trying to make her see the problem.
"Oh god, of course not! That would be really indecent, and I couldn't live down the shame," she said indignantly. My eye twitched at her lack of self-awareness.
"Then why do you do this in front of me? I'm not your boyfriend or lover, just a new friend."
She looked confused and said, "But you are my friend, so this shouldn't be a problem?" She tilted her head in question.
"Look, I'm just your friend, not your boyfriend. You can't do too intimate things with just friends, or they lose their meaning."
"But by your definition, you are my boyfriend. You're a boy, you're my friend, and we've done intimate things together like holding hands, and they had meaning since both of us were happy doing it."
"That may be true, but there are two problems with your logic. First, it's clear you don't have social boundaries like most people, likely from being alone. I'll be blunt: what we did was an accident, and it could cause both of us serious problems if anyone found out, which is why we covered up the evidence. Boyfriend and girlfriend aren't just the combination of those things. It's like a staircase of progression. At step 1, you're strangers, no bodily contact. Step 2 is friendship, where you can do more intimate but tame things like holding hands or maybe sleeping in the same room. Step 3 is being together, which means boyfriend and girlfriend. Here, you can get much more intimate, like heavy petting, masturbation, bathing together, or even having sex. The final step is marriage, where you promise to stick together and never leave each other's side. Step 3 and 4 are much closer in importance than step 2 and 3. What we did should only happen between two people who truly love each other or at least know what they're getting into with consent.
The second problem is that I already have a girlfriend whom I love. You may be drop-dead gorgeous, but I wouldn't betray her trust by doing something this important and impactful behind her back. Before you get sad, I won't stop being your friend because of the mistake we made. But you need to understand that I'll have to tell my girlfriend what happened, and only she can decide what I can and cannot do with you after this. She's a kind girl, and I want you two to be friends, since, like you, she doesn't have many either. My point is, I won't blame you for what you did by instinct, since I didn't stop you and knew it was wrong. I'm more guilty than you."
She was on the verge of tears but nodded, relieved I wouldn't abandon her after she messed up. She's an intelligent girl, and since I broke it down for her, she realized her mistakes. She felt guilty and even dirty for letting things escalate.
"Look, just grab some clean clothes to wear to bed. We're both tired, and we can talk tomorrow." She nodded gratefully and left to get clothes.
After I finished showering and stepped out, I was greeted by the sight of her in just some underwear that barely covered anything. I gestured to her outfit, and she explained, "Oh, this is my sleepwear. I usually don't wear bras to bed, but you pointed out it would be inappropriate."
I sighed and murmured to myself, "Baby steps, baby steps..."
"Do you have any clothes that will fit me? I don't want to change back into my dirty ones." She shook her head, and I started contemplating jumping out the window. But before I could, she began to glow and produced a white t-shirt and baggy yoga pants for me. I was astonished by her quirk, and she answered my unspoken question, "My quirk allows me to turn my lipid cells into anything as long as it's not organic and I know its molecular makeup."
I looked impressed. "Huh, I guess we do have similar quirks. Mine lets me create living puppets from my stamina and some water from my body."
She looked ecstatic. "That's great! It's like we were meant to be friends—two sides of the same coin."
"Yeah, something like that. But would you mind turning away so I can dry myself and put these clothes on?" She blushed in embarrassment and turned away.
We finally left the bathroom and headed back to the cinema to sleep. She insisted that sleeping together was still acceptable for friends. We climbed into bed, turned off all the lights, and she latched onto me like a vice. Her ample chest, due to her height, nearly suffocated me. Strangely, I felt peaceful next to her, as though she belonged to me and I to her. It was weirding me out when I finally found the answer, thanks to HJack inside my head:
"You idiot, it's a remnant of Adam that makes you feel close to her. She has the power of creation, a kind and caring soul, but she can easily be tricked. She's happy to be equal to someone. It's obvious your body designated her as your Eve, just like Mei is more like my wife. That's why you bond with them so easily. But that doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want and expect to stay together forever. Actions have consequences. You should know—just look at what happened to us. These two are extra special, like your previous lovers. Don't be afraid to love them, talk with them about it. Stop being such a coward—you're embarrassing our legacy."
With that, HJack fell silent once again. I looked down at her peaceful and happy face and whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead, "Sweet dreams, my new friend for life."
What I didn't know at the time was that Momo was still semi-conscious when I said those things, and she obviously felt the kiss. That was when something new was born in her heart and soul. After my kiss, her eyes shone with a golden light, and when it faded, her eye color had changed to a brilliant golden yellow. They never turned back to their original onyx color again.
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Author's Note:
Hello to everyone who has decided to help me with some future decisions:
Harem Members: I originally planned for Mei and Momo to be in the harem, but I'm now considering Rumi as well. What do you think? Should Rumi be part of the harem or just act as a mentor? Are there other characters from MHA you'd like to see included, and why?
Hero Name and Designation: I'm a bit torn about Jack's hero name and designation. I initially thought of names like Overwatch, Echo, and Siren. I feel "Handsome Jack" doesn't quite fit the tone, and the only way I'm differentiating the two Jacks in text is by their names. I'm also unsure about the designation. For example, Momo's is "Everything Hero: Creati." I considered "The Everyone Hero: ..." but it feels a bit lackluster. The best I've come up with so far is "The Everyone Hero: Siren." Do you have any better suggestions?
Hero Gear: I was initially going to design Jack's hero gear as a tribute to Handsome Jack, complete with a similar outfit and accessories, including a fake face. However, LocalDrunk reminded me of the cool gauntlet that could be a great addition to his gear. Do you have any ideas or suggestions for his hero gear?