Summary: A bad ending where Minoru Mineta becomes All For One's successor and takes over the world. As the dominating figure of this new world order, he is allowed to fuck any any all women, regardless of if they have boyfriends or husbands. Watch as Mineta fucks the women that once despised. Watch as he is worshipped and revered!
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The world was never the same after the advent of the Demon Lord. In a world of heroes, it was thought villains were to fall. To lose. At some point or another, no matter the losses, the norm was that superheroes were to win. With All Might, with the next generation, the future seemed bright.
All For One changed everything. The supervillain declared himself a Demon Lord and changed the very landscape of Japan—no, of the entire Asian continent. Everything was under his whim. The Americas bowed to All For One and his terrifying might.
But he died. And with the Demon Lord's death came his successor: Minoru Mineta. Minoru Mineta had always been a peculiar sight among his classmates. He was small—barely over four feet tall—with a round face that seemed almost too expressive for its own good. His deep violet hair stood out instantly, shaped into a strange pattern of four glossy, grape-like spheres that bounced slightly when he moved. His wide, brown eyes often darted about nervously, though they could gleam with mischief whenever he got one of his questionable ideas.
His hero costume had looked more like something a comic sidekick would wear than a full-fledged hero's outfit: a purple bodysuit with yellow boots, gloves, and a short cape that only accentuated his stature. Despite his size, his presence was hard to ignore—partly because of his loud personality, and partly because he always managed to get himself into trouble one way or another.
But now, he was blessed with All For One's Quirk. He was blessed with the abilities of a deity. He was unstoppable. Immeasurable. Capable of taking down any hero and manipulating them as he saw fit.
Mineta was blessed with his own strip club. Mineta was blessed with villains who were more than okay with him fucking their girlfriends. Mineta was blessed with women who were happy to let him fuck them.
"Ahh…!"
A dark, colourful stripclub within the heart of Musutafu, Japan. A palace of sorts for the Second Demon Lord of the new world order. There were poles, there were strippers, there were hot chicks half-nude or fully nude. There was subjugation.
The plush velvet of the throne-like couch accepted Mineta like a devoted subject. Minoru Mineta, the new Demon Lord of Japan, let out a contented sigh. To his right, the energetic swirl of Nejire Hado's periwinkle hair brushed against his shoulder as she nuzzled into his neck, her lithe frame molded against his side. To his left, the formidable muscle of Mirko's thigh pressed against his, a powerful, tan leg crossed over the other, her long white rabbit ear tickling his cheek.
"Hehehee~! I really love you all!"
And on his perverted grinning head… ah, the crown jewel. The profound, heavenly softness of Midnight's magnificent breasts rested upon his scalp. Mineta's mouth was stretched wide into that stupid grin of his cock. These fucking tits man, he never, ever wanted to move.
"You seem tense, my Lord," Midnight's voice purred from above him, a husky, intoxicating sound. Her fingers, tipped with red nails, gently massaged his temples. "Allow us to ease your mind."
Before him, on her knees on the rich carpet, was Mina Ashido. Her pink skin and her mischievous, submissive smile seemed to glow in the low light. Her yellow eyes, once full of dismissive amusement at his expense, were now wide with reverence and a desperate need to please.
What did she wear? Fucking nothing. He had Mina strip nude.
Her pink fingers hooked into the waistband of his silk boxers.
"Yeah, Lord Mineta," Mina cooed. "Let me just… mmmnpfh… get these out of your way. You're so pent up."
With a slow, deliberate pull, she dragged the fabric down. The moment his erection was freed, it sprang upward, a monument of throbbing, veined flesh that stood impossibly tall and thick, gleaming with a light sheen of anticipation. It was a weapon of mass seduction, and it commanded attention.
A collective, awestruck gasp filled the room.
"Oh, wow!" Nejire breathed, her royal blue eyes wide with curiosity and delight. "It's so… powerful-looking! It's like it has its own gravity!"
Ha. This wasn't the first time they had seen this cock. But through his Hypnosis Quirk, he had them react this way every time.
Mirko let out an appreciative grunt, her red eyes narrowing. "Fuck. Now that's a proper damn weapon. Makes a girl's mouth water just looking at it."
From above, Midnight shifted her and increased the blissful tittyful pressure on his head. "A true king is crowned from head to toe, my love. A magnificent sight."
Tears welled in Mina's yellow eyes, not of sadness, but of fervent worship. "L-Lord Mineta… I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for all the times I called you gross, or a pervert, or… or ignored you." Her pink hands, so soft, gently cupped his balls, making him twitch violently. "I was a stupid bitch. I hope… I hope my mouth can make it up to you. Please, let me worship this incredible cock."
The pinkette didn't wait for an answer. She extended her tongue. It was a unique shade of pink, and as it flicked out to taste the dripping precum from his tip, a shimmering, slightly acidic sheen coated it.
The moment her wet, uniquely slick tongue made contact, a jolt of pure, electric pleasure shot through Mineta's core. It wasn't just warmth; it was a chemical reaction, a catalyst. Her saliva was a part of her Quirk, a slick, euphoria-inducing nectar designed to make every nerve ending scream with pleasure.
"Fuuuuck," Mineta groaned, his head lolling back into Midnight's chest. His hands tightened on Nejire and Mirko, his fingers digging into soft blue hair and toned thighs.
In his head, the thoughts raced, euphoric and delirious. He felt like it was his old self all over again. He remembered how his life changed so suddenly six months ago. He remembered, 'This is crazy! I feel like I'm in a dream! These bitches who used to detest me are now under my control, spreading legs for me whenever I want it. All hail Mighty All For One! With this, I won't even have to work hard to become a hero. These powerful whores are in my hands now! Wait...should I call girls from Class B and have an orgy tonight?'
"Glllk… mmmph…" Mina's sounds were a symphony of lewd, wet devotion. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, her acidic saliva working its magic, making him see stars with every pass. She took just the tip into her hot mouth, sucking gently, then with more pressure.
His cock was huge, likely measured up to thirteen or fourteen inches. Of course Mina couldn't take it all down. Of course she had to resort to tricks. Mineta's hips bucked involuntarily. The buildup was astronomical, accelerated by Mina's supernatural talent. The pressure coiled in his abdomen, tight and urgent. He could feel every flick of her tongue, every suck of her cheeks, every glrk as she swallowed around him.
"That's it, you pink bitch," Mineta rasped. "Make me cum. Make me cum all over that pretty face~!"
Encouraged, Mina dove down further, taking more of his immense length into her throat, her unique saliva allowing her to accommodate him with a wet, slick squish. Her eyes streamed happy tears as she serviced him, the ultimate apology.
"Good job! Good girl! Hehe, h-here it is!"
The coiling tension snapped and Mineta came. A powerful, seemingly endless torrent shot down Mina's waiting throat. Splurt! Splurt! Splortch! She didn't even gag; she drank it all down, her throat working in eager swallows, gulp after gulp, until every last drop was consumed.
Groaning, he came and came. Looking at her felt good. This cheerful, easygoing girl was his. Her unruly, short pink hair with yellow horns, he could grab them as he pleased. And he did. He grabbed them and nutted down her throat.
The pink-woman pulled back with a final, loud pop, a strand of spit and his spend connecting her lips to his still-twitching cock. In the background, there were some male villains observing. Muscled males twice Mineta's size but with half the cock. They had their own perverted acts to tend to, but seeing what Mineta was doing, they had to watch. They had to see their Demon Lord in action.
Technically, these men were guards in case of an emergency. But for Mineta, they were people to fill out his voyeourism kinks.
"Great… great…" Mineta panted, slumping back, utterly spent for a glorious moment. A wide, triumphant grin spread across his face. He looked to his left, at the powerfully built rabbit heroine whose strong thighs were squeezed together and whose eyes were glued to his throbbing dick.
"Mirko," Mineta called out. "Your turn. Get on your knees and suck my fucking dick. I want to feel those strong lips around me. Actuall—-hah, no, wait, why hold back? Just ride me, you bitch!"
A feral grin split Mirko's face, her red eyes glinting with predatory hunger. "You want a ride, you little god? You'll get a ride." Her powerful legs uncoiled, and she moved with the explosive speed her Quirk was famous for, straddling his hips in a single, fluid motion before he could even blink. Her strong, calloused hands planted on his chest for balance. "Let's see if you can handle this rabbit, Lord Mineta."
The great Rabbit Hero didn't guide him in. She just rose up on her knees, her tight, soaked pussy hovering over the throbbing head of his cock for a tantalizing second, letting a single drop of her arousal plink onto his shaft. Then, with a guttural, satisfied groan, she dropped her hips, sheathing him inside her in one devastating, perfect plunge.
SHLUCK!
"FUUUUCK!" Mineta and Mirko roared in unison.
Mirko's pussy walls were an inferno of silken, muscular pressure, a perfectly fitted glove clenching around his monstrous girth. She was so tight, the fit so unimaginably perfect it stole the air from his lungs. Her head fell back, a string of profane praises falling from her lips.
"Oh, you perfect fucking monster! Yes! Yes! Stretch me! Fill me!"
Then Mirko began to move. And she didn't just fuck him; she bred him. Her powerful thighs pistoned up and down with a rhythm that was pure, unadulterated instinct. It was fast, frantic, and deep, each downward slam of her hips meeting his with a wet, impactful smack of skin on skin.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Look at her go!" Nejire chirped with delight, her periwinkle hair swaying as she clapped her hands together. "It's like she's in a race! A really, really fun, sweaty race!"
W-what a joke! S-seriously! This bitch Mirko was way more than a sweaty race!
Above him, Midnight's breath hitched. Mirko's powerful thrusts, sent delightful tremors through Mineta's skull. "Oh, my glorious king. Look at the gift you give her. Look how that magnificent cock absolutely ruins her. She's nothing but a vessel for your pleasure now. A well-fucked rabbit hole for your divine seed."
Mirko's orgasm hit her almost immediately, a sudden, screaming crescendo. Her entire body seized up, her back arching into a perfect bow, her inner walls milking his cock with a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. "G-guh! Nnngggh! CUMMING!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. The squirting gush of her release soaked both their thighs, adding to the lewd, slick soundtrack of their fucking.
And then, before the last tremor had even left her legs, she was moving again, chasing the next one, her stamina seemingly limitless. "Again! Make me cum again, you fuck-machine!" she demanded, her toned abdomen flexing as she drove herself down onto him.
"T-this bitch…!"
His eyes rolled back. Mineta could only lie back and take it, a slave to the sensations. The power was all his, yet he was utterly at the mercy of this goddess of motion. He reached out, grabbing a handful of Nejire's hair and pulling her into a deep, messy kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth to muffle his own groans. She kissed him back with eager, curious energy, her hands roaming over his chest.
Mineta broke the kiss, gasping. "Fuck, Mirko! Your fucking pussy is a dream! It's like it's fucking sucking my soul out through my dick!"
"It's because it's yours!" Mirko grunted, her rhythm never faltering, a fine sheen of sweat making her tan skin glisten. "All of this is fucking yours! My cunt is yours to breed! Nnh! Do it! Claim it! Pump your fucking load so deep inside me I taste it for a week!"
Her words, her raw, animalistic need, were the final trigger. The coil in his balls tightened to a breaking point, the pressure immense and undeniable. He was going to creampie her rabbit pussy—!
"You want my cum, you fucking rabbit slut?" he growled, his voice thick with power and lust. "Fine! Fine! Then beg for it!"
"YES! PLEASE!" Mirko begged, her powerful facade crumbling into pure, desperate submission. "Give it to me! Fill my fucking womb! I need it! I NEED YOUR FUCKING DEMON CUM INSIDE ME!"
With a final, brutal slam of her hips, he let go.
His climax wasn't a release; it was a detonation. Rope after thick, hot rope of his seed shot into her deepest depths, a torrential flood that surpassed any mere mortal man. SPLURT! SPLORTCH! Mirko's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent, open-mouthed gasp of pure ecstasy on her lips as she felt the impossible volume of the Demon King's seed flooding her. The rabbit fuck buddy convulsed around him, triggering a second, then a third shattering orgasm that left her trembling and mewling.
As the last powerful pulse left him, Mineta sighed and grinned. He slapped her dark fat ass with a single hand. His monstrous cock still twitching inside her spasming channel.
Midnight finally slid her heavy, heavenly breasts from his head, a predatory smile on her perfect face. She leaned down, her red nails gently tracing Mirko's shuddering flank. "My, my. What a mess you've made of our champion, my Lord." The black-haired R-rated heroine carefully pulled the boneless, cum-drunk Mirko off of him, laying her aside on the couch where she curled up with a contented sigh.
She was a rabbit after all.
Midnight then turned her sky-blue eyes back to Mineta, licking her full, red lips slowly as her gaze drank in his glistening, still-hard cock, slick with a mixture of his seed and Mirko's arousal.
"Now," Midnight purred, her voice a promise of sinful things to come. "It's my turn."
Sky-blue eyes darkened with a deep, carnal hunger. She didn't wait for a command. She turned away from him, presenting the magnificent, heart-shaped curve of her ass, barely covered by a whisper of black lace. She bent over, planting her hands on the plush cushion, her back dipping into a deep, inviting arch.
"My magnificent king, I want to feel that god-cock ruin me from behind. I want you to fuck this desperate, greedy pussy like you own it. Because you do."
Mineta's already semi-hard cock surged back to its full, terrifying glory at the sight and the invitation. Fourteen thick, veined inches of pure power, still slick from Mirko's intense ride. He stood up on the couch cushions, the added height perfectly aligning his hips with her presented entrance. He grasped his shaft, the heat radiating from it unreal, and tapped the broad, leaking head against her soaked lower lips.
"You want to get wrecked, you voluptuous fucking slut?" Mineta growled, his voice thick with dominion. "You want me to fuck this perfect ass into next week?"
"Yes!" Midnight hissed, pushing her hips back against him, a silent, desperate plea. "Wreck me, my Lord. Break this cunt. It exists only for you to use!"
With a grunt, Mineta drove forward.
The initial penetration was a privilege for Midnight. Her looser cunt yielded to his girth with a wet, shuddering SHLUCK! that echoed in the room. Midnight's head snapped back, a choked, guttural cry tearing from her throat. "OOOOH, FUCK! YES!"
He didn't give her a moment to adjust. Mineta set a brutal, punishing pace from the very start, his short, powerful frame pistoning into her with a ferocity that belied his size. "Your! Pussy! Is! Mine!"
"I-i-it's yours! IT'S YOUUURS~!!"
She was a porn hero. She was a slut hero.
Well, not anymore. Now, she was Mineta's.
Each thrust was a full-body commitment, a deep, claiming stroke that buried every inch of him to the hilt. Slapping flesh and squelching wetness and moans. It was heaven in the strip club. It was heaven for Mineta. It was heaven for Midnight.
While she wasn't as strong or fast as Mirko, she was still able to drop down. Fuck herself on this demon cock.
"You're a slut, aren't you, Midnight!!?" Mineta grunted, his hands gripping her generous hips hard enough to leave marks. "You love it, don't you? You love being my personal fuck-toy!"
"I LOVE IT!" Midnight screamed, her voice breaking as another powerful thrust stole her breath. "I'm your toy! Your whore! Your perfect, cock-sleeve! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Her ass dropped again and again. She was a fucking slut and on instinct, he looked elsewhere. He saw Mount Lady, gigantean beauty condensed into her human form. She wore nothing but shimmering gold pasties and a barely-there G-string, her enormous, sculpted body glistening with oil. She gripped a polished brass pole and began to move. Mount Lady spun around it with impossible athletic grace, her long legs kicking high, offering a perfect, dizzying view of her own glistening sex with every rotation.
And joining her was Nejire, her periwinkle hair flowing like a waterfall. "Fuck, when did she—"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Pay attention, young man!" Midnight chastised him like a student. "I'm fucking you here!"
"Y-you bitch…!"
His precious Nejire, the former Big Three of UA Academy, was clad in iridescent blue lingerie. The gorgeous woman dropped into a split, then arched her back, running her hands over her own breasts, her royal blue eyes locked directly on Mineta's, a smile of pure, turned-on delight on her face.
And that was when he grabbed the ass cheeks of his former teacher and rocketed his dick deep inside her. The reaction was instant. The submission was instant. Midnight nearly collapsed into his lap.
And she never recovered.
"C-CCUMMIIING!! CUMMING, CUMMIIING!!"
"Look at that, you filthy slut," Mineta snarled into Midnight's ear, never slowing his devastating rhythm. "Look at your fellow heroes. Look at them whoring themselves out for me. Dancing for my fucking pleasure while I destroy your perfect cunt!"
Midnight forced her eyes open, the sight of the two powerful women debasing themselves for their master sending a violent, shivering orgasm rocketing through her. Squirt! Her inner walls clamped down on his thrusting cock like a vice. "OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING WATCHING THEM! THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL! WE'RE ALL YOUR BEAUTIFUL WHORES!"
The visual of the two former heroines performing just for him, combined with the intense, muscular contractions of Midnight's climax and the filthy, worshipful things she was screaming, pushed him right to the edge.
"You wanna get bred, you magnificent bitch?" he roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, deeper, more possessive. "You wanna feel my fucking power flood that used-up pussy?"
"YES! PLEASE! BREED ME! FILL MY DIRTY WHORE WOMB! MARK ME FROM THE INSIDE! I NEED IT!"
Mineta slammed into her one last time, hilting himself so deeply it felt like they were one being. He held himself there, buried to the root, as his release exploded out of him.
Rope after scalding, thick rope of his demonic seed fired directly into her womb. He felt her cervix kissing his tip with each powerful ejaculation, each pulse! a claim of absolute ownership. Midnight screamed, a raw, uninterrupted sound of euphoria as her body was flooded, her own orgasm reigniting and stretching on and on, drawn out by the incredible sensation of being filled beyond capacity.
He collapsed forward onto her back, spent, his head resting between her shoulder blades, his still-twitching cock buried impossibly deep inside her. He panted, watching through lidded eyes as Mount Lady leaned back on the pole, presenting her full, magnificent breasts to him, and Nejire blew him a kiss, her tongue darting out suggestively.
"I'm gonna fucking fuck you two…" He grinned. "I really am~!!"
The grand doors of the stripclub swung open suddenly. This time, the figure that appeared was one of poised, aristocratic beauty. It was Momo Yaoyorozu and Mineta's dick couldn't have been more excited. Everything from her long, spiky black ponytail perfectly placed over one shoulder and her dark, sharp eyes taking in the scene, it turned him on. She knew it was him responsible for this debauchery: Mirko curled and dozing, Midnight still panting and dripping on the couch, Mount Lady and Nejire mid-dance.
But her gaze didn't linger on them. It snapped to Mineta, his glistening, monstrous cock already beginning to stir again with inhuman vigor, and a reverence so profound it looked like worship washed over her fine features.
"My Lord," Momo breathed, her voice a hushed, melodic thing as she glided across the stripclub. The villains nearby whistled.
"Hey, that's the half-fire, half-ice bastard's girl~!"
"I wish she was mine…!"
But Momo wasn't theirs. She was Mineta's.
She wore a gown of sheer black silk that did nothing to hide her magnificent, full breasts or the generous curve of her hips. Heart-shaped pasties covered her nipples, and black stockings encased her long legs. "I heard the… commotion. I came to offer myself. To apologize."
Mineta's grin was a predatory slash across his face. "Momo Yaoyorozu. The perfect, prim creation girl. On your knees."
She didn't hesitate. She sank to her knees with a grace that was inhuman, her head bowing. "I was a fool," she whispered, her eyes fixed on his thickening shaft. "I thought myself your better. I thought my intellect and breeding placed me above you. I see now how wrong I was." Her hands, delicate and skilled, reached out, but she stopped just short of touching him, awaiting permission. "True power isn't created. It's taken. And you, my Lord… you are power incarnate."
"Haha, where is this coming from? Did your boyfriend tell you to do this?"
A quiet nod. "He…did. After all, only with your influence can we go higher into this world of…villains."
Villains, not heroes. Good. She knew.
"You're damn right I am," Mineta grunted. "Now stand up. Turn around. I want to see that perfect ass pressed against the window."
This stripclub was large and had three rings of security and areas. This area was the grand center. The middle. And with windows and doors peeking into the hallways and areas of the lesser villains and heroes.
When Mineta walked, his cock bobbed with every step. He smirked and glanced at every female. They loved him. Even if they were attached to a man manlier than him in a traditional sense, in terms of cock, they were his inferior. So they cooed.
"My Lord, over here-—!"
"Your cock is bouncing so beautifully~!"
The villains under him could only respect him. Only lower their heads as he and Momo arrived at the window next to the door which Momo came through. The window that had a couple villains and heroes guarding this slut center.
She placed her palms flat against the cool glass, her breath fogging a small circle. She arched her back, presenting herself, the silk of her gown riding up to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Her pussy was right there.
Mineta was behind her in an instant, his hands gripping her hips, his hard length pressing against the cleft of her ass. "Fuck, you're a slut, Yaoyorozu. All that class, all that poise… waiting to get railed by the guy you used to call a pervert."
"Please," Momo begged, pushing her hips back against him. "Please, I need it. I need to feel you. I need to understand my true place."
He spat into his hand, slicking his enormous cock, and guided the bloated, purple head to her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
SCHLIIICK!
Momo's eyes flew wide open, a choked, guttural scream tearing from her throat as she was utterly filled. "OOOOH, FUCKING HELL!"
He didn't give her a second to adjust. "You're cumming already? Oh, come on, don't tell me Todoroki is this shit at fucking you!" Each thrust slammed her body against the glass with a thump. Each thrust made her cum.
"Todoroki—Todoroki—! H-h-he's not! He can't—! HE DOESN'T HAVE A COCK LIKE THISSS~!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"This what you needed, you brilliant bitch?" he grunted, one hand tangling in her ponytail, pulling her head back. "This what that smart brain couldn't figure out without my cock inside you?"
"YES! YES!" Momo shrieked, her composure shattering into a million pieces. Her large, perfect breasts were crushed against the cold window, her nipples hard peaks against the glass. "It's so… it's so fucking big! It's the biggest! The biggest cock that has ever fucking been inside me!"
"Louder!" he commanded, hammering into her.
"IT'S THE BIGGEST COCK I'VE EVER HAD!" Momo screamed, her voice echoing in the stripclub and vibrating through the glass. "YOU STRETCH ME SO MUCH MORE THAN… THAN ANYONE!"
Outside the window was one of the security. A former hero whose father was killed, whose family was caged, and therefore could only serve the Demon Lord: Shoto Todoroki. A shock of red and white hair, a heterochromatic eyes wide with horror and a sick as he glanced over. This was his door to guard. His door to never open save for those worthy.
He tried to avoid glimpsing through the window for his own sake.
"Fuck…!"
He clenched his fist. Shoto Todoroki, the former hero, watched his beloved Momo get savagely taken. He could see the pleasure written all over her. He could faintly hear what she was saying too. Mineta was…bigger than him. He tried to look away.
Todoroki just couldn't.
Mineta saw him. He leaned close, his lips against Momo's ear, his voice a venomous purr she could hear but Todoroki could not. "Tell him, Momo. Tell your boyfriend out there whose cock ruins you better."
Momo's eyes, glazed with pleasure, focused for a split second on the horrified face of Shoto in the distance. A fresh, even more powerful wave of shame and euphoria crashed over her. "SHOTO!" she wailed, her voice breaking. "I'M SORRY! IT'S… IT'S JUST SO MUCH BETTER! HE MAKES ME CUMMM!"
As if on cue, a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls spasmed around Mineta's thrusting cock in a violent, milking rhythm. Her eyes rolled back into her head, a string of saliva dripping from her lips onto the glass as she screamed.
"Momo…Momo…just what are you…?"
He couldn't fight back. He couldn't burn the window. Todoroki could only watch, his fists clenched, his own body betraying him with a traitorous hardness. He saw the intelligent, composed woman he loved reduced to a slobbering, ecstatic mess, her big breasts flattened against the window, her face a mask of pure, mindless pleasure.
"How many?" Mineta growled, never slowing his relentless pace. "How many times have you cum for me, you cocksleeve?"
"T-THIRTEEN TIMES!" Momo sobbed, her voice hitching with each powerful thrust. "I'VE CUMM MORE TIMES WITH YOU IN MINUTES THAN I EVER… EVER DID WITH HIM!"
The admission shattered what was left of Todoroki's heart. He was powerless. A cuckold hero watching the love of his life be thoroughly dethroned.
Mineta felt his own climax boiling up, a tsunami of power and dominance. "You want my fucking load, Momo Yaoyorozu? You want me to pump this fertile womb so full of my demon seed that you'll never think of his pathetic ice and fire again?"
"YES! PLEASE, MY LORD! BREED ME! FILL MY WORTHLESS WOMB! MARK ME AS YOURS! I BELONG TO YOU!"
"Todoroki, you're a damn lucky guard of mine! I'm giving your girl my seed! Take it! Raise it!"
Todoroki lifted a hand, only to fall when he saw the ahegao on his girlfriend. He NEVER made her look like that. He never made her eyes roll back or salivate. He never came inside her by burying himself as deep as he could physically go. He never held her there, impaled, as he came.
Mineta did.
His cumshots seemed biblical. Todoroki had no idea what to do. "Momo…y-you can't just…"
Oh, but she did. She smiled. She appreciated it.
"My Lord…!"
He grit his teeth. He caught a glimpse of his former friend. He could only curse, clench his face, and just watch.
Momo's body seized up, her eyes rolling back so far only the whites showed, a continuous, silent scream on her lips as she was filled beyond anything she had ever imagined possible. She never slumped against the glass. That fat cock of Mineta's kept her afloat.
Mineta leaned over her, looking out the window directly into Shoto Todoroki' shattered gaze. The glass stopped ordinary conversation from happening, not that it mattered. The view alone said everything.
"Haah…well, guess I'm done with this bitch."
The warmth of Momo's well-used pussy was still clinging to his shaft as he pulled out with a wet, sucking schlorp. A strand of their combined fluids stretched between his tip and her trembling entrance before breaking. Momo whimpered at the sudden emptiness and she just barely managed to keep herself upright for her boyfriend to keep seeing.
"Don't get comfortable, you brilliant bitch." He tapped his still-throbbing, glistening cock against her plump, reddened ass cheek. Plap. Plap. "This perfect fucking mouth of yours has been spewing nothing but insults and equations at me for years. Time it did something useful. Get on your knees and clean your mess off my dick."
A fresh, hot shame flooded Momo's veins, but it was inextricably tangled with a desperate, addictive need to obey. "Y-yes, my Lord. Of course." Her muscles protested, weak and jelly-like from her earth-shattering orgasm, but she managed to turn and sink to her knees before him. Her dark, lust-glazed eyes looked up at him, a perfect picture of aristocratic submission. She leaned forward, her full lips parting.
Just as her tongue was about to make contact…
"Ribbit. Am I interrupting?"
…Tsuyu Asui arrived. She came through the second door in this circular nightclub and was behind him. Her large, dark eyes took in the scene with their typical unblinking curiosity: Momo on her knees, Mineta's massive cock presented before her face. She was clad in a simple, sheer green garment that did little to hide her slender, petite frame and the subtle curves of her small breasts and hips. Her long, dark green hair was tied with its characteristic bow.
Mineta's grin widened. "Frog girl. Perfect timing. Get over here."
"Yes, my Lord." Tsuyu hopped forward with a quiet grace, coming to a stop beside Momo. Without a hint of hesitation, she captured Mineta's lips with her own. It wasn't a timid kiss. Her mouth opened, and her tongue, her incredible tongue, slid into his mouth. It was impossibly long, slick, and agile, exploring his mouth with a curious, probing pressure that was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was cool and slightly rough, and it tasted faintly of rain.
"Mmmnpfh…"
He groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair, dislodging her bow. When Tsuyu finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected their mouths for a second before snapping.
"Fuck, Tsuyu," he breathed, his cock twitching violently. "That tongue of yours is a national treasure."
"I'm glad you like it, ribbit," Tsuyu said, her expression serene.
He looked down at Momo, who was still waiting, her breath hitching. "Change of plans, creation whore. Watch and learn." He turned his gaze back to Tsuyu. "You. Show her how a real mouth is used. Suck me clean. Swallow every last fucking drop of her."
Tsuyu nodded, her large eyes blinking slowly. "Okay." She got on her knees, nudging Momo aside with a gentle hip. She didn't tease. She simply opened her wide mouth and, in one smooth, shocking motion, took the entire head and half the shaft of his enormous cock into her mouth.
"OH, FUCK!" Mineta shouted, his knees buckling slightly. Her mouth was a cool, wondrous cavern, but it was her tongue that was the main event. It wasn't just long; it was prehensile and incredibly strong. It coiled around his shaft like a soft, living rope, a slick, constant pressure that massaged every inch it touched. The tip, broader and slightly tacky, flicked and lapped at his sensitive underside and the slit, gathering up the taste of Momo and his own pre-cum.
Schlllk. Flllrp. Glrk.
The sounds were unreal, a wet, slimy symphony of amphibian fellatio. She began to bob her head, not with frantic speed, but with a deep, rhythmic cadence that allowed her tongue to work its magic on every millimeter on the way down and again on the way up. Each time she took him deep, the cool, muscular length of her tongue would press against the base of his shaft, a mimicking pressure that felt almost like a second throat.
"Holy shit, Tsuyu," Mineta panted, his hands resting on her head, guiding her rhythm. "Your fucking tongue… it's like it's fucking me on its own! Nnngh! Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!"
Momo watched, mesmerized and humiliated, as Tsuyu serviced their master with an efficiency and skill she could never hope to match. Her own hand sneaked between her legs, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit as she watched Tsuyu's cheeks hollow with incredible suction.
The door creaked open again. Mineta glanced over, thinking about who Todoroki would dare let inside this time. A male figure shuffled in, head bowed. It was Izuku Midoriya. He was completely nude. His arms held a silver tray with a crystal glass of ice water. And between his legs… a pathetic, tiny, flaccid cock nestled in a sparse patch of curly hair, his balls looking small and shriveled. He kept his eyes firmly on the floor, his face a mask of profound despair.
Midoriya said nothing. He simply stood there, a living monument to pathetic irrelevance, as Mineta's pleasure built to a devastating peak.
The combination of Tsuyu's unbelievable oral prowess and the degrading sight of his former rival serving him was too much. The pressure in his balls tightened, coiled, and then shattered.
"I'm gonna cum! Tsuyu, fucking drink it all!" Mineta roared.
Jets of his potent seed fired directly down Tsuyu's waiting throat. Her eyes widened slightly at the force and volume, but she didn't pull away. Her throat worked in steady, efficient swallows, gulp… gulp… gulp…, until every last spurt was consumed. She pulled off with a final, soft pop, her long tongue darting out to catch a single, gleaming drop on her lip.
"Great… great…" Mineta sighed. "Ah, fuck, I need somewhere to sit."
Midoriya, seeing his master finish, stepped forward mechanically and offered the glass of water. Mineta took it, drained it in one go, and handed it back.
"Thanks, Midoriya," Mineta said, a wide, condescending grin spreading across his face. He reached out and patted Midoriya's cheek gently. "You're a great friend, you know that? Always looking out for me."
The words were a hot knife twisting in Midoriya's gut. He simply nodded, his eyes still downcast, and shuffled back to his place by the wall.
Mineta's energy, however, was already returning. His cock, slick with Tsuyu's saliva, was already hardening again. He looked at the frog girl, who was still on her knees, wiping her mouth.
"That was the best fucking blowjob of my life," he stated. "But I'm not done with you." He grabbed her by the arm, his grip firm, and pulled her to her feet. He turned her around, bending her slight form over the arm of the plush couch. Her petite ass was a perfect, round handful. "I need to feel that tight, little frog pussy. I bet it's fucking incredible."
He positioned himself, not bothering with any further preamble, and drove his thickness into her in one smooth, powerful thrust.
Tsuyu's body went rigid, a sharp, croaking gasp ripped from her throat. "R-RIBBIT! OH! IT'S SO… SO DEEP!"
Her inner walls were unlike the others—incredibly tight, with a unique, rippling muscularity that clutched at his invading length like a silken fist. He set a brutal, fast pace immediately, pounding into her slender body, his hips slamming against her ass with a series of sharp smacks. Smack! Smack! CLAP—!
"FUCK! YES! This cunt is made for me!" he grunted, gripping her hips, marveling at how her entire small frame shook with each of his thrusts. "Scream for me, frog! Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you!"
Tsuyu, usually so composed, was utterly unraveling. Her long tongue lolled out of her mouth as she screamed, her cries a mix of croaks and high-pitched wails of pleasure. "OH! LORD MINETA! YES! IT'S TOO MUCH! IT'S TOO GOOD! RIBBIIIIIT!"
Midoriya could only watch, his own tiny, flaccid cock untouched, as his former classmate, the always straightforward Tsuyu, was ravaged by the monster cock of the boy they'd all once dismissed. Each scream from her lips was a nail in the coffin of his former life. Mineta looked over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with the broken green-haired boy, a smirk of absolute victory on his face as he continued to piston in and out of the writhing frog girl.
Nejire Hado soon arrived to his side, turning him by the cheek to kiss him. "Mm, My Lord~!"
"Fucking hell…" Mineta was busy fucking Tsuyu yet Nejire wanted him right now. "Fuuuck, it's so hard being me now! Keheheheh!"
Whether it was Shoto Todoroki or Izuku Midoriya, one thing was clear: the heroes had lost.
"CUMMIIIING!!! I'M CUMMING, MY LOOORD!!!"
Whatever hypnotism All For One and Mineta had set on everyone, it was absolute.