Yami and Momo stood at the edge of the minefield, staring at the countless hidden explosives scattered ahead.
"We need a plan," Momo said, frowning. "Something smart."
"Or something really, really stupid," Yami countered.
Momo sighed but didn't argue. Instead, she extended her arms and started creating dozens of shockwave grenades, all connected to a single detonator.
As she worked, she unzipped her jacket just slightly, revealing more of her massive, barely-contained tits.
Yami glanced at her. "Is that part of the plan?"
Momo rolled her eyes. "Shut up and get ready."
She hopped onto Yami's back, pressing her soft, heavy breasts against him as she wrapped her thick, toned legs around his waist.
"Hey, something's wet on my hair," Yami said.
Momo blushed slightly, then smacked the back of his head. "Ignore it. Just petrify your legs."
Yami did as told, hardening his body just in time for Momo to pull the trigger. The grenades exploded in a synchronized blast, rocketing into the air at insane speed.
The force of the explosion pushed them higher than expected, but Momo was ready. Still clinging onto Yami, she used her Quirk to materialize a massive hang glider straight from her breasts, the fabric stretching wide as she grabbed onto the frame.
Yami, now dangling under her, blinked. "Did you just pull a whole ass glider out of your tits?"
"Less talking, more steering!" Momo yelled as they began descending.
The two soared through the sky, cutting through the air like a missile. The crowd roared in shock and amusement as the duo raced toward the finish line at ridiculous speed.
Yami was in front, so he slammed into the finish first, officially claiming first place. Still gripping him tightly, Momo landed gracefully right behind, securing second place.
When they thought they were clear, a massive boom shook the ground.
Midoriya, covered in soot and grinning like a maniac, shot through the air, having just blown himself up using the landmines. He crashed into the ground, rolling straight past the finish line, barely securing third place.
Yami stared. "That was dumber than what we just did."
Momo panted beside him, catching her breath. "He sure is something, not smart, but something."
Momo zipped up her uniform, adjusting the fabric before letting out a breath. She glanced over at Yami, who looked utterly unbothered, his golden eyes lazily watching the rest of the students cross the finish line.
Bakugo stormed in next, his teeth clenched in frustration. His eyes locked onto Yami like he wanted to rip him apart. Right behind him was Todoroki, calm as ever, though his posture was obviously stiff.
Ochaco stumbled past the line, still catching her breath, her eyes flickering toward Yami before quickly looking away.
Jiro came right after and walked up to Momo like a lost puppy. Then came a girl with long vine-like hair, a giant student with razor-sharp fangs, Iida running at full speed, Tokoyami gliding effortlessly, Sero, panting like he had barely made it...
Yami stretched his arms with a yawn, waiting for something. He frowned. 'No system mission yet?'
[Damn, dude, I let you smash five days ago, and you're already looking for more work?]
Yami sighed. 'That's not—'
[Also, rude! I gave you fair missions and even reversed your stat drop, you ungrateful bastard!]
'...Okay, maybe I was being impatient.'
[Good. Now, since you're begging for a mission—here's one.]
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[Mission: King of the Arena]
Objective: Win first place in every round.
Reward: A minor rank upgrade to all stats.
Failure: Don't even think about it.
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Yami grinned. 'Now we're talking.'
Stepping onto the podium, Midnight took centre stage, her wide hips swaying with each step.
She grinned, pressing her huge breasts together slightly as she spoke into the mic. "Alright, everyone! The top 42 students from the first round will move on!" Her voice was teasing and sultry, making some guys shift awkwardly where they stood.
"But don't worry if you placed lower!" Midnight added, licking her lips slightly. "We have another way for you to show off your stuff!"
The crowd cheered again, loving every second of it.
On the giant screen behind her, the next event was being prepared. The words STAND flashed across it in bold letters.
"The press is gonna be watching closely," Midnight continued, shifting her wide hips as she leaned forward slightly, her massive tits pressing on her arms. "So you'd better give it everything you've got!"
Some of the students exchanged nervous glances. Others cracked their knuckles, getting fired up.
Then, with a loud buzz, the next event was finally revealed.
[CAVALRY BATTLE!]
The words slammed onto the screen in giant letters, and the students started muttering among themselves.
"Cavalry battle?" Kirishima asked, scratching his head. "So… we have to team up?"
Midnight smirked, her large breasts bouncing as she gestured to the screen. "That's right! The rules are mostly like a normal cavalry battle," she explained, tapping her whip against her huge tits as she spoke.
"Each of you will form teams of two to four and get into a horse-and-rider formation!" she continued, flashing a playful smile. "And the goal? Steal as many headbands as possible while keeping your own!"
Bakugo clenched his fists, already annoyed. "What's the catch?" he growled.
Midnight let out a giggle and leaned even closer, her ridiculous cleavage nearly spilling out of her corset.
"There's one little twist," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
She let the tension build for a moment before finally snapping her whip against the podium.
"Each of you has been assigned a point value based on how you ranked in the first event!" she announced.
The students froze for a moment, taking in what that meant.
"So… our points depend on our rank?" Momo asked, already figuring it out.
Midnight winked. "Bingo! You earn points just like in the entrance exam!"
"But here's the best part," she purred, tilting her head slightly. "The student who placed first... is worth…"
She paused, stretching the moment, letting the tension build, then, she dropped the bomb.
"TEN MILLION POINTS!!"
The entire stadium erupted. Gasps, shouts, and pure shock filled the air.
Yami sighed and then smirked. 'Im worth more but whatever'
The screen flashed the massive number in bright red letters.
Midnight crossed her arms, pressing her giant tits together even more. "That's right~" she teased. "The student who got 42nd place is worth 5 points, 41st is worth 10… but first place?" She let the words hang in the air before pointing directly at Yami. "Ten. Million. Points."
Then, almost in sync, every student turned to look at Yami.
This wasn't just a game anymore.
This was a hunt.
Midnight laughed, her huge chest jiggling with every breath.
"This round is all about survival," she purred. "It's ANYONE'S GAME!"
Yami picked his nose, looked for Bakugo and threw a snot at him, unbothered by everyone staring at him.
Midnight's wicked grin widened as she placed a hand on her hip, squeezing her chest together slightly.
"This match will last 15 minutes," she purred, twirling her whip between her fingers. "Each team's points are determined by its members!"
The students exchanged glances, murmuring among themselves as they processed the new rules. On the screen, an animated demonstration played, showing a horse-and-rider formation.
"The rider will wear a headband displaying their team's total points," Midnight continued, her tone teasing but firm. "Until the match ends, you'll all compete to grab each other's points and maintain the ones you have!"
In the front row, Yami stretched his arms, already grinning. "Sounds easy enough," he muttered.
"But," Midnight added, her sharp eyes glinting mischievously, "the more headbands you collect, the harder they'll be to manage!"
On the screen, an image of a Velcro-fastened headband appeared, showing how they must be secured around the neck or higher for easy grabbing.
Yami smirked, glancing at Momo. "Well, looks like I'm about to have people chasing me down."
Momo folded her arms, her massive chest pressing against her uniform as she analyzed the situation. "That means… with 42 contestants, there'll be about 12 teams on the field at once…"
"How tiresome, ribbit," Tsuyu sighed.
"But you can't actually tell if you're losing if you don't pay attention to the minute-by-minute point breakdown," Momo said.
Ashido blinked. "So there's no need to panic if our points get temporarily stolen, yeah?"
"Exactly," Momo replied, adjusting her uniform. "This game isn't just about brute force." She turned to see Yami, "It's about strategy."
"Quirks are allowed, so it'll be a brutal battle!" Midnight declared, striking a sultry pose that had some students shifting uncomfortably.
"However!" Her voice turned sharp, "Maliciously attacking another team with the intent of making them fall will get you a red card!" she announced, her whip cracking against the podium. "And that means—you're out of the game!"
Some of the students groaned while others sighed in relief.
Midnight's smirk returned as she raised both arms dramatically. "Now then, you've got 10 minutes!" she announced. "Time to form your teams!"
As the students began scrambling to find partners, Yami turned toward Momo, his golden eyes glinting.
"Looks like I'm the biggest target," he said smugly. "Guess that means you're with me, Cow?"
Momo rolled her eyes but smiled. "Of course. Someone has to make sure you don't do something reckless again."
Ochaco hurried over, looking a little nervous. "U-Um! Can I join too?"
Yami looked her up and down, then grinned. "Of course, you're built for riding."
Ochaco's face turned bright red, while Momo sighed. "You never change, do you?"
Yami shrugged his shoulders, watching the other students scramble for teammates.
As Yami, Momo, and Ochaco discussed their strategy, a short girl with a mature build and salmon-pink hair approached them.
She had big tits—not as huge as Momo's or Ashido's—but still impressive, and her ass was toned and muscular, built like she spent hours squatting in a lab.
She smirked confidently, adjusting her goggles as she introduced herself. "The name's Mei Hatsume! You, my handsome, golden-eyed friend, will be the centre of attention, and I'd love to be part of your team."
Yami raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Oh yeah? And is there a reason you went for the million-dollar cash price?"
Hatsume grinned, leaning in. "Because I wanna put my babies on full display!" She pointed at a belt full of strange gadgets hanging from her waist. "This is the perfect chance to show off my support gear to the pros watching!"
'Oh, I'll put some babies in you,' Yami thought. Strangely enough, the system stayed silent. 'Damn you bastard, you need to say something worse to make me less perverted.'
Momo sighed, already sensing trouble. "She can join. She seems like she can help us."
With their team complete, everyone got into position. Yami stood at the front, and Ochaco and Hatsume stood behind him; on top, Momo sat tall, now covered in Hatsume's gadgets, from thruster boots to mechanical gauntlets.
For some reason, Momo looked way too calm, while Yami and Hatsume were grinning like maniacs. Ochaco, however, was the only one reacting normally—by looking extremely nervous.
The countdown began, and all four of them felt the heavy stares of their classmates. Everyone in the stadium ogled them like they were juicy steak.
Yami, being Yami, made sure to taunt them, casually flipping off Bakugo while at it. "Come and get it, dumbasses."
The buzzer sounded.
Every single team lunged at Yami's team like starving animals.
Momo reacted instantly, creating a massive electrified bo staff and spinning it with deadly precision to cover from Tsuyu's tongue, electrifying the frog girl.
Hatsume's eyes sparkled. "Ooooh! That's beautiful craftsmanship! I could cry!"
Momo, despite the chaos, blushed slightly. "T-Thank you…"
Before anyone could reach them, the ground beneath them turned to liquid.
"Come and get it fuckers!" Yami said as he saw Tokoyami's shadow approaching.
But Hatsume had planned for this. Momo activated the thrusters strapped to her back, and in a burst of smoke, they shot into the air, escaping the quicksand-like trap.
As they soared, Momo dropped small canisters behind them, which exploded into a thick purple mist.
"What the hell is that?!" Kaminari coughed, backing away.
"Nerve gas," Momo answered coldly mid-air. "Non-lethal. But your body won't listen to you for a while if you inhale too much."
They landed in the farthest corner of the arena, untouched.
Yami smirked at the panicking teams. Then he yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear:
"If you even try to come near us, not only will you fail, but I'll take all your damn head! Is it really worth it?"
The entire field hesitated.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Everyone knew Yami was strong, but now he had a team of strategists, a tech genius, and a recommended student in Momo.
Some students looked ready to give up entirely on the million points. Others were debating if they should risk it.
Then Bakugo, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, growled, "Like hell I'm backing down!" and blasted straight toward them.
Yami smirked. "Of course, it's you."
As Bakugo flew in, Momo activated another one of Hatsume's gadgets—a wrist-mounted cannon.
With a single tap, it fired a sonic boom that staggered Bakugo's team as Momo created nerve-agent grenades.
Yami snickered. "Nice try, Jock."
The teams weren't giving up, though. More students circled them, trying to close in.
Hatsume adjusted her goggles and cackled. "Looks like we're the final boss of this game, huh?"
Ochaco, sweating, mumbled, "Why do I feel like Im the only one out of place..."