I am Liam Bernard... I'm actually a transmigrator from a world which didn't have anything special about it.
I used to like to watch and read a lot of nerdy stuff in my previous life. I had always imagined that wouldn't it be amazing if we had magical powers in this world? I had thought that my world was boring.
But.... It all changed when I transmigrated to this world where people are born with powers... Special powers which can determine the course of their future... Powers which allowed them to command awe and envy from the masses.
Isn't that great? I had thought that way.... But now I see the truth. The cruel reality. Life is never so easy. Nothing is.
I was born with a useless quirk, and it should have had probably remained that way... But I didn't accept it, I will never accept such a thing!!
I will steal their wives if necessary, and then continue to lay my hands on every beautiful woman of this world!
I shall cuckold all of them!
I am finally going to make my dreams come true alongside a large harem!
This is my story of rising out of mediocrity with my ultimate potential for cucking!!
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"Do you want to hang out at my place?" "You seem quite stressed; perhaps I can assist you in easing your burden."
"What can you do?" Ochaco had lost track of who her partner was, jolted back to reality when she glanced curiously at Liam, and she quickly tensed up as he moved closer to her.
She hadn't encountered Liam in months, not since graduation, and he had been on his best conduct as she passed through his area on business.
"I can assist you in relieving some stress," Liam mentioned. "I have a large bathtub, you can relax in it for a while as I order some pizza."
Ochaco squirmed. She had simply misheard him at that moment. Certainly. "Ah, alright, that sounds very pleasant!" "I would be grateful for that."
Excellent. "After the bath, perhaps I could have a go with you." As he approached from behind, he delivered a sharp slap to Ochaco's lively backside, causing her to gasp in shock and annoyance, staring at him completely at a loss for how to react to his rudeness, so vulgar and out of line, yet also striking at some incredibly accurate emotions and pressures within her that she felt unprepared to confront.
"Liam!" she exclaimed, clicking her tongue and thumping her foot as he stepped out of line once more.
She had extended him the benefit of the doubt, only for him to revert to his old behaviors, leaving her feeling tense, frustrated, and quite upset about how he had deceived her.
He merely chuckled. "It's alright, you will have privacy." I can see that Midoriya hasn't been intimate with you in ages, so I'll just stay by the door and listen to you pleasure yourself all night.
Ochaco had originally planned to simply rent a room somewhere.
She was far from her place and there was no simple way for her to return at this hour, while Liam was just down the road from where they had been hanging out in a cafe after confronting the villain.
He was indeed being rude and out of line, but he had also spent quite a while being completely okay while they got their meals, so it was likely that he was just acting this way because it was Liam.
They had a wonderfully enjoyable time right up until it was time to leave, so he was likely just teasing her for nostalgia, wasn't he?
However, he was correct about one aspect. Ochaco had not engaged in sexual activity for roughly four months.
She cared for Deku deeply, yet he approached his hero duties with a seriousness that left her with no real chance of understanding, and his work-life balance was totally out of whack.
He had responsibilities, and she understood that he was simply acting in a manner that was right and beneficial, yet it left her feeling unfulfilled, frustrated, and longing for some comfort.
Liam had focused on that, sensing how much she was bottling up, and the comments and reminders made her even tenser, brought sex to her thoughts, and guaranteed that she wouldn't easily dispel the frustrations he had just caused her.
That was the strategy.
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Ochaco sprawled on the couch, restlessly shifting and too anxious to sit properly, too anxious to understand how to react to the intensifying pressures and odd sensations that clung to her.
They had enjoyed pizza together, and several innuendos were tossed her way during what was otherwise a perfectly pleasant conversation, yet Ochaco wasn't particularly upset to distance herself from it once it concluded and he went to bed.
It provided a slight sense of relief to see him go, allowing her to curl up alone on his couch and prepare for the night, yet there was genuinely nothing comforting or soothing about the emotions that gradually washed over her as she rested under a blanket in Liam's living room and sensed her body start to hurt.
Evening masturbation rituals were the sole remedy for the pulsating desire that had turned into an all-too-familiar and painfully routine sensation for Ochaco.
She had become accustomed to it in the worst possible manner, completely unaware of how to manage her behavior and face the truth of how far she had fallen. She reassured herself that it was fine.
Constantly and with exasperating hopelessness, again and again and again.
There was no shame in being secondary to heroism for the man she cherished above all else, no issue with having to pleasure herself into an exhausted, breathless state each night since he wasn't present to meet her needs and provide her love.
The delay in touching herself was merely to prepare in case Liam attempted to sneak a peek at her. She aimed to ensure he was comfortable in bed and silent before she began kicking the blankets off.
She didn't pack any sleep clothes, departing with just her bra and panties while a robe lay nearby that Liam had gladly given her for coverage.
She gradually revealed her body, lowering herself and beginning to accept the notion that she needed to take action to suppress these desires. Urges that Liam had initially intensified and fueled within her.
"Each night," she complained while her hand slid down her body, her fingers moving beneath the band of her panties, beginning to make circles against her mound as her other hand lowered the panties down her thighs.