(Flashback)
Not even a day had passed since they met.
'No matter', Allen thought.
Strictly speaking, the two of them had a forbidden relationship.
'I don't care', Mirko thought.
This line should not be crossed.
Allen took Mirko's face in his hands. The two exchanged an intense gaze. The woman, whose body moved almost purely by instinct, had let her mind be swept away by the moment. The only one who could stop this was Allen himself, yet he also had very little desire to resist, so he didn't...
Their lips met as they abandoned all their inhibitions.
....
Their tongues intertwined as their bodies pressed against one another.
Allen caressed the woman's body from her back down to her buttocks; this large, soft yet firm behind felt addictive as he massaged it.
Mirko moaned without breaking the kiss, but she also used her hands to touch Allen's body; this touch sought to imprint her scent on Allen like an animal.
Allen left Mirko's buttocks and caressed Mirko's leg with one hand; it was soft to the touch despite being capable of splitting a car in half. With the other hand, Allen cupped one of Mirko's large breasts; his hand sank into the softness, and then he played with her nipple.
Mirko moaned again and hugged Allen tighter, while her hands explored his body and her fingers seemed to want to penetrate his skin with pleasure.
After several minutes of caressing, Allen slid his hand down Mirko's belly toward her intimate area but stopped just before reaching it; she paused and parted her lips.
"Keep going…" she said, breathing heavily.
Allen looked into the woman's eyes, filled with desire, along with her flushed face, and no longer hesitated.
He touched Mirko's flower; it was full of moisture and warmth.
"Ahh❤️~"
Allen smiled with a sense of fulfillment, for he was sure he was the first man to make the fearsome Mirko utter such a feminine sound.
He continued caressing that area while taking her nipple into his mouth.
"Nggh!~"
Mirko held Allen's head as she opened her mouth and looked up at the ceiling; despite her strong instincts, Mirko couldn't keep up with Allen—not this Allen, with his vast experience.
Allen continued to stimulate Mirko as she slowly melted away. The pleasure of making love indeed involves two people, but Allen understood that Mirko was struggling not to lose herself in the experience.
There would be more opportunities for her to return the favor in the future.
Fifteen minutes later, Allen lay Mirko down on the bed; she was panting, her body glistening with sweat and flushed with excitement, and beyond that, her intimate area was soaked.
Allen smiled; he was curious to "taste" Mirko, but he knew that if he kept wasting time with foreplay, she might faint.
It was true that Mirko was tough and mentally strong, but her opponent was someone who could turn goddesses and succubi into slaves.
Allen took his member and placed it against Mirko's virgin entrance; he didn't penetrate her immediately, but instead stimulated her little pink button.
"Nggh! ah~"
She screamed with pleasure, releasing more love juice, but soon looked at Allen with dissatisfaction.
"Stop playing around and just do it!"
Mirko was still Mirko, and despite her flushed face, she was still demanding and outspoken.
Allen thought that if this weren't her first time, this woman would be fighting like a wild beast; he felt anticipation for the next time.
"At your service," Allen smiled before thrusting his hips forward.
Her vagina opened wide, letting the intruder in.
"Ahhh!❤️~"
Allen was surprised to see blood, as it was common for women who practiced martial arts to lose their hymens during training. This might be due to her Quirk.
Of course, Allen was not indifferent to the pleasure; inside Mirko, he felt incredible pressure and suction; her body desired, craved his seed.
Allen began thrusting in and out of Mirko, while she wrapped her legs around him with enough force to break a horse; if Allen weren't Allen, he might truly have died from the experience.
Allen knew Mirko wasn't a delicate flower, so his thrusts were strong, penetrating from the entrance all the way to the mouth of her womb.
Mirko was filled with satisfaction as she matched her rhythm to Allen's; their heat mingled together.
"Ah.... yes... nggh!"
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room; they became one, forgetting everything else.
Minutes passed, then nearly an hour, during which Mirko had come five times without fainting. Allen, for his part, finally felt the urge to finish.
Mirko's instincts ignited as she felt Allen's large member grow even larger, and she began to look at Allen with intensity.
She knew it…
The past no longer mattered, nor did anything else.
Allen kissed Mirko with possessive desire; he had decided to make her his woman, and Mirko responded with passion as well—she had decided to make him her man.
They didn't use a condom; there was no need.
Allen picked up the pace, making Mirko scream with pleasure until he finally came, releasing his seed inside her.
"Aaahhh❤️~" Mirko felt a wave of pleasure like never before as they both came.
The inside of her womb filled quickly, and Mirko's abdomen swelled as Allen claimed her as his.
....
A few hours later, Allen sighed while holding Mirko, who had fallen asleep.
Her peaceful face bore no resemblance to the wild woman from earlier. Allen smiled and decided to accept reality. The only detail was that he had no idea what would happen when Kaina and Nemuri found out.
'Let's leave those problems to the Allen of the future.'
(End of flashback)
Allen cursed himself for being so stupid and leaving this problem for his future self.
None of the three women was satisfied with a vague answer, so Allen proceeded to tell them what he could.
Mirko kidnapped him, took him to a hotel, and they bathed together.
When the three women heard that, they began releasing a murderous aura.
"That stupid rabbit doesn't know any limits!" Kaina growled.
Nemuri bit the nail of her thumb in frustration. "I knew she did that too, but at least I have some decency. What kind of woman strips naked in front of Allen?!"
"I need to talk to Rumi immediately!" Ryuko said while pulling out her phone.
The three women focused on that for the rest of the night, which allowed Allen to bathe and rest in his bed.
Ryuko and Nemuri stayed in the apartment under the excuse that they wouldn't leave until they had scolded Mirko. Nemuri tried to sleep with Allen, but Kaina and Ryuko didn't allow it, so she settled for sleeping on the living room couch while hugging one of Allen's pillows.
Allen waited until the three women fell asleep and then left his room, heading into the darkness of the night.
....
Allen swung between buildings with his webbing while enjoying the night breeze.
[Golden Template: Spiderman
QG 8: (Near Mint–Mint) 5:45:23]
Allen didn't know how to feel. The Spiderman template was one he got quite often. It wasn't that he disliked it, and maybe he was exaggerating, but he had the faint feeling that every time he wore the red and blue suit, his bad luck increased.
[Not sleeping well is bad for your health.]
"Well, I'm not that fragile and you know it," Allen chuckled.
Despite all the restrictions of this world, Allen had no problem staying awake for a day or two without being affected. Because of that, at night he often went out into the streets, either as a vigilante or just to hang out with his friends from the underground life.
Because of everything that happened at U.A., Allen hadn't been able to properly greet Pop, Koichi, and Knuckleduster, so he had decided to visit them. However, his bad luck was activated.
"...!"
While he was swinging, Allen's spider-sense activated and he immediately landed on a building.
....
(One minute earlier)
"I remember you now... you're the Hero Killer, Stain... urgh..."
Stain walked slowly toward a defeated Ingenium lying on the ground with two stab wounds in his abdomen. His face had a red mask, and his hair was black and messy. His build was lean but well-trained, and his most notable feature was his face, which lacked a proper nose.
"Damn it..." Ingenium growled.
After a fierce battle, he had lost to Stain. Now he lay on the ground of a dark and empty street.
His blood slowly left his body, weakening him and making it harder to stay conscious. Even a hero like him was on the verge of despair because he couldn't feel his legs—one of the stabs must have struck his spinal cord.
"You're wrong!" Stain stopped and looked at Ingenium with bloodshot eyes. He had blood and bruises on his body, but he was fine. "I don't kill heroes. Only false puppets of a flawed system!"
"What are you talking about?..." Ingenium looked at Stain with anger. This guy truly believed his actions were justified.
However, Ingenium was no longer capable of fighting. He had done his best, but he had underestimated his opponent.
"Generation after generation, your family pretends to act as justice, but all I see is a degenerate desire for acceptance... You profane justice by seeking the prestige of being a hero family. Just like your father and your grandfather, and just like your younger brother, all of you seek the same thing—glory! THAT IS NOT A HERO!"
'What is wrong with this guy?'
Ingenium couldn't understand Stain's mentality, but one thing was certain: this villain would not let him leave alive.
Ingenium tried to activate his "Engine" once more.
But in an instant, his arm was pierced by Stain's katana.
"Argh!"
Stain pulled out his katana and moved it until it hovered above Ingenium's chest.
The katana descended.
"My purpose is to cleanse this world of false heroes—!"
Stain suddenly stopped his movement—or rather, he was forced to stop. His hand was covered in webbing, preventing him from lowering the blade, and he looked up.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I don't mean to interrupt your sadomasochistic game, but that's illegal. Unless this is some kind of adult film, in which case carry on. Otherwise, I'm going to have to ask you to put that weapon away."
Without saying a word, Stain unsheathed another katana to free himself and jumped backward.
Allen landed beside Ingenium. After observing his condition, he discreetly pulled a spray from his inventory and sprayed it over the wounds. The bleeding stopped instantly.
"Ugh... Thank you. Be careful—that's Stain..."
"I'm not really a fan of rock bands."
"Haha... ugh."
Ingenium had heard of the vigilante called Spiderman, and apparently, he really did crack jokes while catching villains.
"I don't know, man, but they say laughing after getting stabbed isn't good for your health."
"I'll keep that in mind." Ingenium smiled with a pale face, but Allen knew he was just hiding his pain behind that smile.
"And you? Aren't you going to give a villain speech or something?"
"Villain?" Stain narrowed his eyes. Then he threw one of his short katanas at Allen. Without wasting time, he grabbed two more and ran toward him.
"..." Allen dodged the first katana. Not wanting to fight where Ingenium was lying, Allen also ran toward Stain.
Stain launched a slash that Allen had no problem dodging, then Allen responded with a punch that Stain avoided with his agility.
Stain had great skill with weapons and close combat. In addition, his body had been trained to the limit—something he had obtained during his many years as a vigilante. On the other hand, the Spiderman template granted superhuman reflexes, agility, flexibility, and excellent hand-eye coordination.
"You are just like them. You can pretend you do it selflessly. You can believe that because you don't charge money for being a hero you're something pure. But the reality is that everyone hides something, and behind that mask lies the same kind of hypocrisy."
Allen dodged a cross slash from Stain and then mocked him.
"Aww, what's wrong? Did you just discover that heroes aren't perfect beings?"
"..."
For a moment, it seemed like an evenly matched battle.
For a moment, Stain managed to keep up with the pace, but Allen didn't just have Spider-Man's abilities.
Out of nowhere, Allen's fist turned into a palm. His stance changed as well, and without warning he struck Stain in the abdomen.
Stain felt his organs shift and lost his stance. For a martial artist, that meant defeat. However, to Stain's surprise, Allen didn't attack.
Stain took the opportunity to jump backward and create distance between them.
"The hypocrite here is you, Stain."
"What?"
"Let me guess. You're someone who idolizes the ideal of being a hero—selflessness, sacrifice, devotion, absolute dedication... however, you realized that the heroes of this world treat heroism like a job. They seek popularity, run image campaigns, and participate in sponsorships. In short, they earn money for saving lives."
"IT'S ALL A STAIN! THE WORLD HAS PERVERTED THE MEANING OF BEING A HERO! EVERYTHING MUST BE CLEANSED!"
"You're just a brat..." Allen said with contempt in his eyes. Then he grabbed his mask and took it off, revealing who he was.
Stain froze in shock when he saw that face. Ingenium was also stunned.
"How many villains are there in this world?!" Allen propelled himself forward and kicked Stain in the face, sending him crashing into the wall of a building.
Stain got up and started running, but his leg was caught by a web. Allen attacked him and slammed his face into the ground.
"Thousands? Tens of thousands?!" Allen grabbed Stain and threw him against a car. "Most of those villains are small-time, but many—too many—are truly cruel criminals. Evil, ambitious scum."
Without giving him time to breathe, Allen attacked again, punching him and breaking several of his teeth.
"What would happen if we used your 'virtue filter' on every hero? How many would remain? Maybe only All Might?"
Stain tried to slash Allen, but his hand was stopped. He immediately headbutted Allen, but instead of pushing him away, he was the one who ended up bleeding.
"It's true, I won't deny it. A professional hero gets paid for saving lives. It may sound unpleasant from an ideological point of view, but the reality is that the world is cruel. And if no one faces those villains, they'll do whatever they want."
With bloodshot eyes, Stain growled as a terrifying aura surged from him. It wasn't a Quirk—it was the manifestation of his conviction.
"You try to justify the existence of this system based on necessity, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a corrupt and flawed system!" Stain punched Allen in the face, only hurting himself. "If no one cleans it, it will continue deepening its roots until the day comes when there are no true heroes left!"
"So a firefighter who runs into flames to save a life isn't a hero? A police officer who gives their life to protect others isn't a hero? A paramedic isn't a hero?" Allen punched Stain in the stomach, making him drop to his knees. "We're human. Humans need to live."
"..."
"I like heroes, but I won't pretend I'm someone perfect. On the contrary, I'm full of flaws. That's why I prefer people to hate me—so they won't be disappointed when they realize I'm not an All Might."
Stain raised his head, his eyes widening in surprise at Allen's words.
"Is that why you made everyone hate you?"
"Not just that." Allen smiled. "The truth is, I'm also a bit of a bastard."
"..."
Stain stared at Allen in a daze.
"I'm disappointed in you."
"...?!"
"You think you're taking on a role no one else dares to take—killing the worst heroes. And I won't deny that there are plenty of heroes out there who don't deserve the title. But somewhere along the way, your idea consumed you. You became a merciless killer, and now even the smallest flaw has become an unforgivable sin in your eyes."
"Stain, you're not a savior. You're just a killer..."
"..."
Stain didn't respond anymore. He didn't even resist, and in the end, he even let his katanas fall to the ground. Allen proceeded to wrap him in webbing and stick him to the wall.
Allen turned around and walked toward Ingenium. Once he reached him, he crouched down and handed him a red vial.
"It's still too early for you to retire, Hero"
"Tenya was right," Ingenium smiled. "You're an incredible guy in many ways. But you know that if U.A. finds out you're a vigilante in your spare time, they'll expel you, right?"
Allen smiled.
"And that's why I hope you don't report me. In exchange, I'll go easy on your little brother the next time I have to beat him up during training."
Tensei began to laugh.
Allen stood up and put his mask back on. Before leaving, he heard Stain's voice.
"I admit my defeat against you... And perhaps at some point my vision became blurred. But that doesn't mean my words are false, and you know it, Allen Walker."
Allen turned to look at Stain. "You, more than anyone, know about the darkness of this society—its indifference toward the marginalized, its use of heroes, the way it governs the world... But instead of trying to change it, you chose to destroy everything in your path; no matter how you look at it, you were the one who gave up, Stain."
"At some point, you will have to make a decision... Allen Walker"
"Maybe..." Allen shot a web and left the area, unaware that there was another pair of eyes that had witnessed everything that happened.
Shortly afterward, Ingenium stood up in a daze. His injuries had disappeared and he was fine.
"What is this?"
In the distance, sirens could be heard, marking the end of this incident.
Stain was arrested, and the press credited Ingenium with the victory; he tried to clarify that Spider-Man had done it all, but the commission refused to give credit to a vigilante.
....
These two days of rest from U.A. were not peaceful for Allen.
Leaving aside the incident with the Hero Killer Stain, Allen had to testify at U.A. and later before the Hero Commission about what had happened with All For One.
He had to hide certain details he couldn't mention. Of course, they had experts capable of detecting lies, but Allen also had experience with mind games by now, so he had no trouble deceiving them.
He also spent a day visiting Kazuho, who complained that he hadn't come the previous day. He went to the movies with Itsuka, visited an art gallery with Momo, helped Ochako choose her superhero name over the phone, and finally spent the rest of the day accompanying his guardians, who argued more than once.
Allen now understood that even though they all had the same position as his guardians, the fights between them never ended.
....
The next morning—the day to return to U.A. High school—Allen woke up.
"Mm~"
The first thing he heard was a woman's soft breathing.
Allen wasn't surprised that someone was beside him. But when he looked at the woman, Allen was surprised.