Chapter 20: Momo Yaoyorozu breast
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With wide eyes, Denki stared at the golden light on his chest, feeling a mix of astonishment and fear. It seemed to be inside him, and when he concentrated on this light, he realized it was the golden sphere that had previously enveloped the chaotic colored lightning. Denki watched in awe, understanding that this was likely the reason everything around him seemed to have stopped.
For some reason, he felt that this sphere was responsible for the phenomenon, and something told him it hadn't actually stopped time. No, it was different; it was as if everything around him had simply slowed down to the point of appearing stopped. He didn't fully understand how or why he reached this conclusion, but an inner voice assured him that he was right, suggesting that his Quirk had developed into something new.
Looking at his body, Denki noticed a faint golden light emerging and traveling through him, barely reflecting on his skin but most intense on his chest. He observed the soft golden glow wrapping around the fingers of his hands, extending through his arms and throughout his entire body, like a current of pure energy coursing within him.
He could see delicate, bright lines beneath his skin, resembling a golden electric current flowing through his veins. This energy seemed alive, pulsating with vibrant warmth that expanded with each beat of his heart.
"Could this be the source of all this?" he wondered. "Is… Is this really my new ability?" Denki convinced himself it was indeed a new power, feeling as though he could stop the golden sphere from emitting its light at will. A part of him knew that by doing so, everything around him would return to normal.
His golden eyes widened at this realization. He had always fantasized about having an incredibly powerful ability, and now he actually had one! Of course, he never expected something like this—whatever it was. Whether it involved stopping time or freezing it, he was thrilled.
He remembered discussing powers, fame, and women with Mineta, particularly the ability to stop time. Mineta had been very vocal about all the things he would do with such power; it was practically his dream. Denki smirked at the thought of how envious Mineta would be if he knew about this. Of course, Denki had no intention of sharing this with anyone.
For Denki, just the notion of possessing such an incredible ability was exhilarating. The frozen world that had once terrified him now filled him with excitement at the infinite possibilities this ability offered. He still had countless questions and doubts, but if this truly was his new power, he needed to understand how it worked. He had to test it out and experiment to grasp every detail!
"But how?"
As if the answer had always been obvious, he turned his head and his gaze landed on some striking and sexy red boots with heels that reached the calves of a pair of enchanting, milky-white legs long enough to make his mouth water as his eyes traveled from bottom to top.
Denki was looking at Momo Yaoyorozu wearing her daring and attractive sleeveless crimson leotard with a high neck and silver lines at the waist and around the arms, which was open to expose her beautiful skin from the neck down to just below the navel. Around her charming and tempting waist, there were only two golden belts, revealing almost what was underneath them.
He quickly found himself moving closer to her until he stopped when he was right in front of Yaoyorozu's tempting frozen body…
His heart began to beat fast, and his whole body suddenly became hot. He forced himself to calm down enough to carefully inspect his first test subject.
This was Momo Yaoyorozu, after all. The figure she'd been able to develop was even more impressive than the vast majority of girls in senior years.
And obviously, the very first thing he turned his attention to was her massively huge breasts, most of which were covered by the red fabric, leaving only a tiny part of her ample bosom in plain view.
The sleeveless crimson leotard already showed so much of her toned belly and bountiful chest, with an opening to expose her skin from her neck to just below her navel.
The leotard proved itself to be sinfully thin, as well as tight. It made for a dangerous combination that outlined the shape of Yaoyorozu's bust.
She was easily the best endowed of their year.
Denki stared with a stupid smile at her breasts without any kind of restraint, fully taking advantage of the current situation where he couldn't be reprimanded for staring blatantly and perversely at a girl…
And before he realized what he was doing, his hand extended towards one of her breasts, and with the tips of his fingers, he gave it a light touch over the red fabric covering it.
It was soft.
A nervous Denki's eyes stayed locked on her features, looking down as he felt his hand cup the underside of her famous breast.
Slowly, Denki gulped as the ramifications of what he had just done sank in. He had just groped her chest; he had just groped a real breast!
Oh, and he really found himself simply enjoying the sensation. It was the first time he had touched a woman's chest, and he was fascinated. Despite all his hard attempts to get a girlfriend, he never succeeded, although he did manage to go out with a few girls before entering UA, but they never lasted, and all they ever did was give each other pecks… He hadn't even managed to get a French kiss! The furthest he had ever gone with a girl was with his almost-girlfriend who dumped him soon after he dismantled the band he had.
"..."
As he anticipated, there was no visible reaction from Yaoyorozu. She remained perfectly still, her expression unchanged, entirely oblivious to his subtle interference. It was clear she hadn't noticed a thing, standing there as if frozen in time, unaware that anything around her had shifted.
Denki got even more excited about this since it was starting to seem like he was free to do whatever he wanted… But just as before when he touched Jiro's face with his finger, now when his hand touched Yaoyorozu's breast over the red fabric, he noticed that her skin reacted the same way. The place where Denki touched her remained marked as if it were a frozen imprint in time.
So despite the expression on her face or her body, in general, remaining unchanged, she now carried the tangible proof of contact with Denki.
Continuing with his "experiment," Denki, with more confidence this time, extended his hand and gently but clearly enthusiastically touched Yaoyorozu's breast.
Cradling the swell of flesh, he could feel its unexpected weight, and he ventured to give a gentle squeeze, and his fingers naturally sank into its firm surface. This left his heart pounding in his ears.
Repeating the motion, his rigid posture slowly began to relax, his shoulders slumped, and the stiff tension in his fingers eased to a more comfortable grip. Watching his handiwork, the soft chest rolled and shifted as he massaged.
And with each gentle touch on the fabric over it, he left a trail of his presence on the beautiful breast, as if he had left his mark on time itself.
This phenomenon repeated with each touch from Denki; each contact left an immutable mark in time, like a reminder of his passage through that suspended moment.
It was an incredible sight. And yet, puffing a single breathy chuckle, Denki found his eyes turning from her chest and towards Yang's beautiful face. He openly marveled at the girl he was fondling.
In all rationality, this was probably more than enough to test his "experiment". Well, in reality, it had been more than what had been necessary.
But rather than pull away, Denki felt himself moving closer.
By this point, Denki was well aware that he was just enjoying himself. But flexing his fingers around the base of Yaoyorozu's breast and pressing, he quickly decided he didn't care.
Using the whole of his hand, Denki rolled the dense softness against her chest, squeezing gently to watch his fingers mold her body.
Yeah, at this point, Denki stopped caring about his "experiment" and was completely taken over by his enthusiasm at the magnificent feel of Yaoyorozu's chest in his hand.
He moved to her other breast and gave it it's own generous squeeze. He could feel the flat nub of her nipple beneath the sinfully thin fabric press against his palm and across its fingers.
The surface of her areola ran along his fingertips.
Working the flesh gently, as time went on and he grew more comfortable with what he was doing, he felt himself handling the girl's body a bit more firmly.
Kneading them, he did his best to give each breast the same amount of attention.
After 7 minutes passed since Denki first saw that everything around him stopped, he began to feel something inside him emptying rapidly, but in his thrill, he decided to just disregard this sensation in order to focus on what he was doing.
His hands stretched out, grabbing the soft fleshy mound, annoying the feeling of the crimson leotard as he gave large, hard gropes. He squeezed and grabbed, a mad frenzy immediately coming over him as his hands became a blur, grabbing, turning, twisting, and caressing the girl's mounds in any way he possibly could.
It was then, that all began to hurt and he then collapsed and fell on his back until he fainted a few seconds after noticing in his pain that time had turned back to normal.