After a long day of school, kendo club, and school committee meetings, Yami walked alongside Momo as they made their way home.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the street. Still, Yami's eyes weren't on the road—they were glued to Momo's sweaty uniform, clinging to her like it had been painted on.
Her white shirt was practically transparent from all the sweat, and her pink bra was visible beneath it.
Each step she took made her boobs would bounce slightly, only held in place—barely—by Momo's sports bra. Yami tried not to stare, but he was losing that battle fast.
Momo caught Yami sneaking glances every few steps; his golden eyes stared at her boobs before moving back up like he hadn't been caught.
She didn't say anything, though—she liked the way he looked at her.
It wasn't respect. It wasn't admiration. It was lust. Yami didn't see her as Momo Yaoyorozu, heir to the Yaoyorozu family empire, or his best friend.
He saw her as a body, a collection of curves that made his cock twitch and that sent a shiver down her spine.
Later tonight, she'd be in her room, legs spread, reliving every stolen glance he gave her as she masturbated furiously; then, she'd watch some hardcore porn and imagine the actress being her and the man being Yami.
She loved how Yami sometimes would stare at her body. When he saw her not as his best friend or classmate, but as a girl. As a body. As a stack of meat, he couldn't help but want to fuck...
"You spacing out again?" Yami asked, his voice breaking through her thoughts.
Momo shook her head quickly, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt. "No, no! Just… thinking about the tournament."
"The regional one next month?" Yami cracked open a can of Soda-Cosa he stole from a bully, taking a lazy sip. "You ready for it?"
"Mostly." Momo brushed a strand of dark hair from her face, her ponytail starting to come loose from the heat and sweat.
"It feels like time's flying, though. I can't believe we're almost done with our first year of middle school."
Yami snorted. "Yeah, wild. One year closer to being heroes, or doing anything better for the matter."
She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "I don't get you. You're so good at everything, but act like you hate it."
"I do hate it," Yami said, stretching his arms behind his head before throwing the empty Soda-Cola in his bag alongside his Kendo Equipment.
His messy black hair stuck out in every direction, and his sharp, golden eyes glinted in the fading sunlight. "School's just a waste of time. I could be doing way more useful stuff."
"Like what?" Momo asked as he prepared to create a baton from her thighs and give Yami a good hit on the ribs.
Yami smirked. "Taking over the world."
Momo laughed and moved her hands away from her thigh. "You're ridiculous."
"Maybe," Yami said as he and Momo continued walking.
Their conversation shifted to Kendo as they walked. Momo critiqued Yami's fighting style, pointing out how blunt and reckless he could be.
"You always go straight for breaking someone's guard," she said, her tone between teasing and serious. "It's not going to work on everyone, you know."
"It's worked so far," Yami shot back. "And you? You've picked up too many habits from European fencing; it's Kendo. You aren't stabbing anyone with that."
"Those habits work in real combat," Momo argued, crossing her arms. Her shirt pulled tighter over her chest when she did, and Yami's gaze dipped for half a second before moving back up.
"Yeah, if you want to look flashy."
"They're efficient," she insisted. "Not everything has to be brute strength."
They reached a vending machine on the corner, and Yami slowed his pace, casually nodding toward it. "Hey, buy me a drink."
Momo shot him a playful glare. "Again? You already owe me ten thousand yen in snacks and drinks. When are you paying me back?"
"Never."
Momo sighed dramatically but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible to deal with."
Momo blushed as she fished some coins out of her bag. She pressed a few buttons on the machine, buying Yami a Soda-Cola and a Deluxe Bean Tea for herself.
As they stood there, sipping their drinks, Momo glanced at Yami. His uniform was messy, his golden eyes seemed to glisten like gold when he looked relaxed, and his cocky smirk never seemed to fade.
He always looked like he was planning something—"So," Momo said after a long sip of her tea, "what do you want to study today?"
Yami shrugged. "Chemistry, probably."
"Oh, really?" Momo teased, raising an eyebrow. "Yami Iwatani, admitting he needs help? I never thought I'd see the day."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Don't get too excited. I'm not failing or anything, and you were the one asking what we'll study today."
"Sure, sure." Momo giggled. 'I can't wait to be home alone and masturbate to this.' Momo as she stared at Yami's eyes.
Taking another sip of his drink, Yami put a second can on his Kendo equipment backpack. "Fair enough. Don't expect me to take it easy on you next time we spar."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Momo said with a smile as she replaced "spar" with "fuck" on her head.
As they walked toward the next corner, Yami's system pinged in his head.
[Update!]
Yami groaned softly. "Oh, shit. Here we go again…"
[==Harem System 1.2.13==]
[Booting update…]
[Error 505]
[No, wait, I'm not HTTP, I'm magic. Loading…]
[Update completed. Fuck you, by the way.]
Yami stopped in his tracks. Momo paused, too, looking back at him with a confused expression.
"Yami? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he answered, waving her off. "Just… thought of something. Keep going."
She shrugged and kept walking while Yami watched his updated stats.
==Harem System 1.2.14.2==
Name: Yami Iwatani
Age: 14
Quirk: Pillar Man (S-)
Mastery: E- (Still sucks, but hey, you're young, could be worse, not really tho.)
Strength: D+ (You could carry a large bag of potatoes for 2 hours while moving your legs, it could be useful if instead of potatoes, it was a milf.)
Durability: D+ (You might survive getting hit by a car now. Probably.)
Agility: D (Moving fast and good was never your specialty wasn't it?.)
Stamina: B- (You can fuck all night without breaking a sweat! Good for me.)
Intelligence: C+ (Way smarter than the average adult human, way dummer than the sharpest minds.)
Skill: D+ (I mean, it's above-average... that's what she said)
Harem: 1.5 (There's a situationship with your childhood friend, aka Fat Tits.)
Lust: 0%
====
"What the fuck is this?" Yami muttered under his breath.
The System answered immediately.
[Oh, that? Glad you asked! It's a new feature, fresh out of beta—We didn't test it—When your Lust is at 100%, you get a sick boost for all your stats. But here's the kicker—if it stays at 0% for more than three days, YOU. WILL. EXPLODE.]
Yami blinked. "Explode?"
Momo looked back at Yami and stared at him weirdly for a few seconds before looking at the road and pulling out her phone.
[I mean, it's not literally exploding; you will be nauseous, you'll want to fuck, maybe you'll get anxious, sweat blood, puke your intestines, and then you'll actually explode... no, wait, you actually explode.]
[BOOM, motherfucker. I'm talking bits of you splattered across the walls. Ain't nobody cleaning that up.]
Yami's eye twitched. 'And how do I raise Lust?'
[Sex. Obviously. You need to fuck, kid. Bust a nut. Plow some pussy. Otherwise? Kaboom.]
Yami groaned, rubbing his temples. 'Of course, it's like that.'
[Of course, it's like that! Im a harem system, and the most sex you've had was eating your mom's pussy!]
'I'm 14'
[Fuck you]
[Oh, by the way, it gets better! If you don't want to die a virgin, you better start working on those Harem members. And fast. The clock's (and cock) ticking champ.]
He glanced at Momo, still walking ahead, her ass swaying slightly with each step.
The idea of dragging her behind some bushes and ripping her uniform off crossed his mind, but no. Not yet. He needed to figure this out.
"I gotta go," he said suddenly. "Forgot something at home."
Momo turned around, frowning. "But we were gonna study—"
"Tomorrow," Yami cut her off. "I'll make it up to you."
Before she could argue, he took off toward his house.
When he got home, Angela was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared dinner.
The smell of steak and rice filled the air, making Yami's stomach rumble. But food wasn't what he was craving.
Angela looked up as he walked in, her face lighting up with a smile. "Welcome home, sweetheart. How was school?"
"Same as always," Yami muttered, kicking off his shoes.
Angela wore her usual black-and-gold kimono, but today, it was tied a little looser than usual.
Her cleavage peeked out every time she leaned forward to stir the pot on the stove. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and a few loose strands framed her face, making her look effortlessly sexy.
Yami stared a little too long. His cock twitched in his pants.
The System chimed in.
[Oh, I see where this is going. Mommy time, huh? You know she's been dying to get a taste of that dick. Don't keep her waiting.]
[No, actually, the last time the poor woman had sex was 14 years and 9 months ago. She CRAVES thar dick]
Yami rolled his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."
[Ok... Don't have to be so rude about it]
Angela glanced over her shoulder. "Did you say something?"
"No, nothing," he said quickly, walking into the kitchen.
Angela turned back to the stove, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. Yami couldn't help but stare. The way her kimono clung to her curves was driving him crazy.
"I'm making your favourite tonight," Angela said, her voice soft and sweet. "Steak with rice and grilled salmon."
"Thanks," Yami said, his voice lower than usual as he approached her from behind.
Angela must've noticed something was off because she turned to face him, wiping her hands on a towel. "Yami, are you okay? You seem… tense."
Tense didn't even begin to cover it. His cock was rock hard, pressing against his pants, and he was seconds away from losing control.
"I'm fine," he said, stepping closer. Too close.
Angela blinked, her green eyes locking onto his golden ones. There was a moment of silence, but it was only a moment.
Yami reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yami…" Angela's voice was barely a whisper.
"Mom," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and she gasped softly.
The System chimed in.
[Lust: +1%]
Angela didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
When she opened them again, there was a spark of something new in her gaze—lust.
"You've grown up so much," Angela murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "You're not my little boy anymore, are you?"
"No," Yami said, his voice firm. "I'm not."
Angela's breath hitched as Yami's hand slid down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone. Her kimono slipped off one shoulder, exposing more of her creamy skin.
"Yami, we shouldn't…" she whispered, but there was no conviction in her words.
"Why not?" he asked, his lips hovering near hers. "Who's going to stop us?"
"But your father..." Angela said as more of her kimono began to fall off.
"My father!?" Yami said, angry as his hands became rougher; Angela seemed to like it, "You've been loyal, loving, and everything a man desires in a wife, and he keeps spitting on it."
Angela shivered, her hands clutching the edges of her kimono. Her knuckles turned white as she fought to keep her composure, but it was a losing battle.
"Before you are a wife and a mother, you are a woman."
The System chimed in again.
[Lust: +2%]
Yami leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"
Angela whimpered, her resolve crumbling. "Yes…"
"Then, I'll treat you as the woman you deserve to be."