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Mitsuki Bakugo.
Toru Hagakure.
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Takashi Mitarai.
Mitsuki Bakugo.
Toru Hagakure.
"Haa... haa...!"
The three of them had moved to the nurse's office after school, without rest, without food, and had already plunged into the second round.
"Ahh❤, fuck-your cock's stabbing me so deep~!❤"
Gripping the sheets tightly beneath her, Mitsuki moaned helplessly as Mitarai drove into her with relentless force.
Her large voluptuous tits bounced in rhythm with each deep, punishing thrust.
Takashi had her leg hooked over his arm, giving him full access as he pounded her soaked core, slick with love juice like a dam had burst.
They were locked in a position that gave him complete control-The pine-needle position.
Mitarai's cheek brushed against her thick, curvy thighs as he kept moving, burying his dick again and again inside her tight pussy.
Her body, already filled over five times today, still clung to him greedily, aching for more.
"Mi-Mitsuki... you feel too damn good!"
Takashi knew her inside and out-literally. After more than three months of relentless, secret rendezvous, he could hit all her weak spots without a second thought.
Shifting his angle ever so slightly, he ground his tip against her most sensitive place, watching her writhe and cry out as her body twisted with every shuddering wave of pleasure.
"Ahh-n-no more! I'm going c-crazy~!❤ I can't take it! You're gonna break my pussy~!!❤"
When he swirled his hips and stirred her from the inside, teasing the shallow part of her entrance with his massive girth, she broke, screaming, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling up with those signature heart-shaped pupils.
A woman once strong and proud, now completely at the mercy of a high school, dangerously skilled student.
Even when he was young, Takashi Mitarai was... different. His Sex Quirk-still unstable-was overwhelmingly sexual in nature, enhancing both stamina and virility to unnatural levels.
Mitsuki never stood a chance. On her own, she couldn't last more than a few seconds before being swallowed in climax after climax.
"Come on, Mitsuki... let go!! Show me that naughty face..."
He drove himself deeper, until the swollen head of his cock pressed right up against her uterus.
His hands gripped the softness of her ass as he began to release-warm jets of cum painting her insides, a flood she could feel reaching the very end of her.
*Sprtttt!* *Splurt!* *Spluuuuuurtt!*
"Aahh...❤ y-you're filling me again...!❤"
Her belly bulged faintly, shaped by the thickness of his cock. She came again, hard, body arching in ecstasy as her inner walls clamped down, milking him for every last drop.
A messy mixture of juices and semen spilled down between her thighs as her expression twisted in euphoric bliss.
Still, her body kept tightening around him, coaxing out every bit of what his dick had to offer.
His balls slapped against her backside, impossibly heavy, continuing to pump load after load into her twitching cunt.
"Mitsuki...!"
The final release was violent, overwhelming-his seed gushed into her until it overflowed. It wasn't just sex anymore. This was a breeding instinct taken to its extreme.
None of his Harem Wives, girlfriends, dared comment on how his Quirk worked or was controlled.
Why would they?
His stamina was limitless, and there were always more women willing to lie back and let him devour them next.
Mitarai gripped Mitsuki's plush thighs, spreading them wider as another pulse of his climax surged through him.
And still... he didn't stop.
"Mitarai-kun..."
Her voice was barely coherent, her eyes glazed in a dazed, intoxicated bliss.
The MILF spread her arms, beckoning him in, a sweat-drenched goddess surrendering entirely to his overwhelming dominance.
Her flushed skin glistened, large breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. Mitarai dove on her immediately, mashing their bodies together, and let his hands roam.
"Ahhnn... It feels so good, squeezing your tits while I'm still cumming inside your pussy~."
Her face melted even further into euphoric ruin, unable to resist a guy the same age as her son.
Her body had become addicted, thoroughly corrupted by his thick, devilish cock.
Her hips twitched with every shallow thrust, and her soaked core clamped down, milking him for more with each sluggish movement.
Every time he pulled back, the obscene sounds of her drenched folds echoed in the nurse's office, followed by a fresh cry of climax from her lips.
Her pussy didn't just accept him, it worshipped him.
"Mitsuki's... ngh, lewd, massive tits~ slurp... suck~!"
"Ah-!❤ Y-you're sucking so hard... I-I'm not gonna lactate just because you want it that bad...❤"
"Doesn't matter. Still tastes amazing..."
His tongue traced slow, teasing circles around her areola before latching on with purpose, like he really was trying to draw milk from her.
Her generous breasts squished between his hands as he sucked harder, drawing sweet moans from her lips.
"Water's here."
A calm voice cut in as Toru Hagakure, standing beside the bed, placed a two-liter bottle on the nightstand.
Mitarai paused only briefly, cock still buried inside Mitsuki's pussy, to glance over and grin.
"Tchuu... Thanks, Toru."
Without shame, he pulled out of Mitsuki with a wet squelch and stood up, his thick length still half-hard and glistening.
He grabbed the bottle she had brought from the fridge and began to drink greedily, gulping it down in messy swigs.
Toru, too, looked like she'd just emerged from her own round of madness.
Her flawless body was coated in sweat, thighs trembling, and a faint trail of white fluid still trickled from between her legs.
She had only just managed to collect herself long enough to bring hydration for the rest of the group, having had sex with Mitarai just earlier.
Mitarai finally withdrew his dick from Mitsuki's well-creampied pussy, standing tall as he opened the chilled bottle and began chugging the water straight from the neck.
Takashi's throat worked greedily, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp.
Even as he drank, it was impossible not to notice Toru, completely visible and naked, her skin flushed and damp, her inner thighs slick with the remnants of his semen.
She had barely recovered, but still, she had gone to get hydration... for him.
For everyone, for the sex study group.
"Huff... Haa~!"
Mitsuki could barely breathe, lying flat on her back, hips twitching involuntarily. She wouldn't be able to mate with him for a while.
Judging that, Mitarai drank deeply, then casually beckoned Toru over with a curl of his finger.
She obeyed instantly.
"Mitarai-kun..."
Her voice was thick with heat. Her nipples were stiff and proud, and her body practically radiated arousal
She pressed herself against him with practiced eagerness, soft breasts squishing against his skin, showing herself off, just begging to be touched.
This was no coincidence. It was a reaction beaten into her body, brain through more than five long months of training, of being cultivated by his cock and his Sex Skills.
Now, all it took was a whisper against her nipple to send her convulsing in climax. Her body didn't just desire him; it required him.
"*Lero* *lick* *Slurpp~❤*"
While he drank the water in small sips, Toru lapped at the sweat rolling down his neck, tongue trailing desperately like a pet in heat.
Even after all the times he had finished inside her, her pussy still gushed with slick need, soaking the sheets beneath her with fresh waves of arousal.
A beautiful, obedient waifu, licking his skin with worship in her eyes.
Mitarai set the bottle down and shoved her onto the bed, his cock already rock-hard and curving up against his stomach.
"Ahhn..."
He pulled her close, laying her across Mitsuki's stomach, using the MILF as a pillow.
Then he devoured her plump lips with his, kissing her deeply-wetly-while absentmindedly groping Mitsuki's oversized tits beneath them.
Their tongues tangled like lovers lost in obsession.
"Toru... spread your pussy~."
"...."
No hesitation. Just as he ordered.
She opened her legs wide, shamelessly exposing her dripping cunt for him. Her body trembled as his slicked, cum-coated shaft pressed into her once again, sliding inside like it belonged there.
And once again, he began to move.
Takashi Mitarai didn't stop that night.
He took both women over and over until the early light of dawn began to bleed into the room.
By then... the three of them had already been lost in euphoria.
The more he had sex with them, the more he needed to fuck.
Mitarai wanted more. He deserved more.
By the time morning came and he was dressing for school, cock still half-hard, Mitarai couldn't shake the feeling of having more girls. Instead of the one-on-one he usually gets.
"That's right..."
"...More Wives."
He had to breed. "Let's increase the number of females~."
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—Next Day—
"So, let me ask you again. Are you two really okay with this... even after seeing this?"
"Hahh... hahh... Mitarai-sama's Cock... I love your dick~!❤"
The next afternoon after school, having borrowed the second infirmary with Midnight's help, Mitarai showed the two girls the fate of those who became his wives.
"*Lick* mmm❤, *suck...*"
Lying on her back on the bed, the Pro Hero Midnight enthusiastically worshipped Mitarai's thick cock.
Though she wore her usual seductive costume, the fabric covering her nipples and pussy had been neatly cut out into heart shapes, exposing her stiff pink nipples and dripping wet cunt.
Standing beside the bed, Mitarai received a sloppy blowjob for his seductive sensei, stroking her hair as he turned his gaze to the two big busties standing at the entrance.
"Whoa... so lewd..."
"No way... I'm so jealous..."
Mina Ashido and Ochaco Uraraka. The moment Mitarai called for them, they nodded and followed without hesitation.
'They must've been at their limit.'
The thought made him feel a little guilty, but at the same time, Takashi couldn't help but revel in the fact that his harem was growing.
'More wives, more pussies....'
The sight before them was surreal.
A fully nude high schooler, receiving a blowjob from his sensei-still clad in her hero costume-with a dead-serious expression.
Right in the school infirmary.
And now, two female students were being made to watch.
Nothing about this was normal.
Yet, no one in that room questioned how twisted it was.
Because the only ones present were a single dominant male... and three willing pussies.
"If you two become my wives, I'll fuck you as much as you want!! If you're fine with that-"
"Of course..."
"Me too...
Unable to hold back any longer, the two beauties began stripping out of their school uniforms right then and there.
Gripping Midnight's head and tilting her chin up, Mitarai started face-fucking her while watching their impromptu striptease.
"Ghhhk-!❤ Shlurp~!❤"
Yanked halfway off the bed, Nemuri let out a muffled cry as his hips slammed into her face.
The pressure against her throat made her gag, but even that discomfort melted into unbearable pleasure.
Her body writhed, lost in the intoxicating taste of his pre-cum, the musky scent of his balls slapping against her nose, and most of all, the rough, dominating thrusts of the boy she adored.
"Nghh-!❤ Glik, slurp, sirrrp~❤"
Her tongue worked in time with his movements, cheeks hollowing as she sucked obscenely, the lewd sounds of her slobber filling the infirmary.
A shiver ran down Takashi's spine at her eager service, his eyes locked onto his girls undressing.
"Here goes..."
Mina's movements were swift, almost casual-like she was simply changing clothes.
But the moment her blouse came off, the atmosphere shifted completely.
Her pure white bra strained against an impossibly voluptuous chest.
"Damn... those are some huge tits~!"
The sheer volume was enough to make him blurt it out.
Of course, compared to Midnight or Mitsuki, there was still a difference, but considering she was only a first-year high school student, the size was downright unreal.
And then, without hesitation, Mina unhooked her bra.
"... "
Her heavy, jiggling breasts spilled free, their cherry-pink nipples standing stiff and adorable as if mirroring her excitement.
By now, even she seemed embarrassed, her face flushed red-but she refused to hide herself.
Instead, she resisted the urge to cover up, proudly presenting her boobs to him as if to say. 'This is for you, master!'
Her body was obscenely well-shaped for a first-year. Full where it counted, slim where it needed to be, a perfect figure.
And thanks to her training to become a hero, her toned muscles only accentuated her curves, making them even more enticing.
Mitarai's breath grew heavy, although he fucked her one time he wanted her again.
"F-fuck... no way!"
Beside her, Uraraka was slowly working on her own blouse buttons, clearly overwhelmed by Mina's boldness.
Unlike Mina, she hadn't fully abandoned her shame, her face burned crimson as she trembled, her fingers moving hesitantly.
Yet, the fact that she hadn't run away proved just how fanatically devoted she was to him.
"Hah... ngh..."
It wasn't like he was forcing them, but somehow, it still felt like he was doing something wrong, but good at the same time.
And that only turned him on even more.
Mitarai channeled that excitement into Nemuri, fucking her mouth like he would his own hand.
"Gghh-!!?❤"
Her muffled moans vibrated against his fingers, but he ignored them, his gaze locked onto Uraraka's body instead.
With shaking hands, she unhooked her punkish black-and-purple bra, revealing a pair of perky, adorable breasts.
Though a bit smaller than Mina's, they were no less enticing-her shy, trembling nipples only fueled his imagination.
Compared to Mina's plump, voluptuous pink frame, Uraraka's chubby-like body had that "please tease me" expression was more than enough to stir Takashi's instincts.
"Both of you... Come here."
Now down to nothing but the last scrap of fabric between their legs, the two girls obeyed, cheeks burning as they approached.
"Whoa... shit..."
"I... I wanna be like that too... ngh..."
Their eyes were glued to Midnight, watching her with a mix of awe and envy.
Proud of his woman, Mitarai arched his cock upward, displaying it like a trophy.
"Nemuri, show them how to worship a cock properly...!"
"Mmph-!❤ Ghhk-!❤ Slurp~❤"
He thrust roughly into her throat, making her gag around him.
The two girls watched, stunned by the sheer intensity, yet they couldn't look away.
Because deep down, their bodies wanted the same treatment.
"Hah... hah... Uraraka..."
"Me too..."
'Take me.'
'Take me.'
'Take me.'
'Ruin me until I break.'
That was the desire burning in their eyes as they stared at their "Master."
"You're both so cute... so fucking perfect~!"
"Ahh-!❤"
"Nngh...!❤"
Mitarai greedily groped both of them at once.
His right hand kneaded Mina's heavy, supple tits.
His left hand played with Uraraka's adorable, voluptuous breasts.
Squeezing, fondling, he made sure neither was neglected.
"Hah... ahh...❤ what is this...?"
"My... my boobs... they're melting... ahh...!❤"
The soft flesh of high school girls filled his palms. Driven by lust, Mitarai mauled them without restraint.
He cupped Mina's massive chest from below, lifting them as if weighing them.
He traced circles around Uraraka's stiff nipples, over and over.
The girls' legs buckled, but he refused to let them collapse.
Instead, he yanked their nipples upward, forcing them to stay upright.
"Hyaaah-!!"
"I-I'm gonna-!!"
Mina barely kept her balance, her tongue lolling out.
Uraraka, overwhelmed, fell straight onto her ass.
Their reactions only fed his pervy urges.
"Mina, help her up."
"Y-yeah... you okay...?"
"T-thanks... ngh..."
Hand in hand, they wobbled back to their feet.
The lingering sensation of his tugging left their nipples twitching helplessly.
"Nemuri."
"Gghk-!❤ Hah... ghh...❤"
His cock slid free from her throat, glistening with spit.
Pulling it out like a sword from its sheath, he pulled the two girls close again.
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Toga Himiko
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To be a hero means you gotta take courses...
Well, classes in the Hero Course tended to be... chaotic, at best.
One day, it's all about practical training, the next, it's canceled because the last group wrecked half the training grounds.
Injuries, quirks going haywire-interruptions were the norm. But even by a hero academia standards, this time was a whole new level of fucked.
Apparently, some second or third-year had a quirk freakout. Whatever the hell happened, it fried the school's entire electrical grid.
And at a school like such as this-overflowing with high-tech junk-that meant everything stopped working.
Luckily, the students hadn't moved into the dorms yet, so it didn't affect anyone too hard.
Well, except for one small detail....
Takashi Mitarai's solo life at home had been extended just a little longer.
"...Well, the silver lining is that Toga-chan got to come over," Mitarai muttered, side-eyeing the girl curled up against him.
"I just made it...! At least... at least let me have one last taste of you, Taka-kun...!" Her voice was breathy, almost desperate.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Toga Himiko was currently nibbling affectionately on his shoulder, soft and deliberate.
She was two years older than him, a fellow alum from their old middle school.
Her quirk's side effect-or maybe just her twisted preference-left her with an intense craving for blood.
Back in the day, she actually used to drink his blood. But ever since her mental state stabilized a bit, the craving had mellowed out.
Well, sort of...
These days, that bloodlust had morphed into something... else.
Now, she'd fake it-gently sucking on fingers, necks, anything she could get her mouth on. Like she was playing vampire in heat.
There weren't many people willing to put up with that kind of kink. Mitarai, however, let her indulge. If all she wanted was a little neck to nibble on, he figured: 'Why not? She's my childhood friend after all~!'
"Still don't get why you always go for the front," he murmured.
"It's harder from behind," she said, her voice muffled against his skin. "And besides..."
"Besides?"
"...I like when you wrap your arms around me, Taka-kun."
"Heh. So you are trying to seduce me."
'Goddamn this devilish girl, seriously~!'
Toga had zero brakes when it came to sex.
One little tease and she'd be grinding on him five seconds later, begging for it. And right now, she was sitting right on his lap, nestled between his legs while he sat cross-legged, rubbing her body against him like a needy cat.
Soft. Warm. Pressing those curves against him and glancing up through her lashes like she knew exactly what she was doing.
"If I move into the dorms, we won't be able to do this for a while..." she whispered.
"...You wanna fuck?"
"I really do."
She didn't even wait for his answer.
Her lips crashed into his, cutting off any response he had. It started with short, needy kisses-little pecks that quickly escalated.
One after another, faster, deeper, hungrier.
Then her tongue slid between his lips, coaxing his mouth open.
"Slurp...❤"
She groaned into the kiss, heat rising in her private parts.
"Fufu... you're already hard❤" Toga added.
"Yeah, well... you're sexy as hell, Toga-chan."
By the time the deep, breathless make-out session ended, Toga was panting, eyes half-lidded and hungry.
Her hand was already stroking him through his pants, slow and deliberate.
The way she touched his manhood-like she owned him-only pushed Takashi closer to the edge.
There was no holding back now.
They stripped-shirts, pants, all of it hitting the floor-and stumbled together toward the bed.
There, atop the mattress, the lovey-dovey couple didn't dive straight into foreplay or penetration.
Instead, they simply embraced-completely bare, skin to skin, pressing their bodies together as if trying to smear each other's scent all over.
This wasn't some rare ritual between them, it was something that came as naturally as breathing before they had sex.
Whether it was instinctual marking, pheromone mixing, or just a twisted preference, it didn't matter.
The act had no real purpose for humans... and yet, by pressing skin against skin, the contradiction of calm and arousal brewed at once.
"Nnn... Taka-kun, you've gotten even more muscle lately," Toga purred as she ran her hands down his back.
"And you've grown a cup size, Toga-chan", Mitarai smirked.
"...That might be someone's fault for playing and massaging them," she replied with a teasing pout.
"I don't know. But honestly... I like Toga's ass so much better."
"Hyahn!? D-Don't go near my hole so suddenly!"
The room's lightly cooled air was no match for the heat building between them. Every touch became sticky. Skin that had once felt smooth now beaded with sweat, and the air began to carry the scent of sex, thick and musky.
Soon, droplets of sweat began to fall onto the bed sheets as if their bodies were melting together. Their shared lust started to resemble something primal, carnal.
Mitarai's thick, swollen shaft brushed against her slick, glistening lips. His pre-cum mixed with her love juice, and in less than a few strokes, the room was already filled with lewd, wet sounds.
Slurp...❤ Slurpp...❤
"Haah... fuuuh~!❤"
"Shit... I'm already close to cumming."
"Ahh...❤ Me too... I think I'm going to come!❤"
Their tension had been brewing from the moment their skin touched. By now, even the slightest friction was enough to threaten climax.
Their soaked genitals twitched, speaking a clearer language of lust than any dirty word ever could.
And then-it slipped in.
The head of his cock slowly pushed past her folds, wet and needy, gliding into her tight, eager pussy.
"A-ahh...!❤ Fuuh...❤ mmm❤"
"Haah... fuck... it's in... you're so wet."
"D-Don't say it out loud...! I've been waiting so long for this...❤"
Mitarai moved slowly, carefully, dragging along her walls inch by inch, stimulating her from the inside as her pussy spasmed and clenched around him with every gentle push.
Toga quivered beneath him, each tiny pleasure shooting up her spine and bursting in her belly.
*Slurp...❤ Squishh...❤ Slip!*
*Pag~!*
"Nnngh...❤ It's in deep~❤"
"Ghh... fuck, I'm seriously gonna cum!"
"Hehe... seeing you trying to hold back, Taka-kun... It's too cute."
The tip of his dick now pressed right at the entrance to her womb, swallowed by her overflowing walls and drowning in her heat.
Mitarai's instincts screamed to release, to unload everything into her. But he fought it, barely.
Looking down at her flushed expression, her trembling legs wrapped around his waist, her arms locked tight around his shoulders-he knew he wasn't pulling out.
There was no escape. Not when she was this tight. Not when she was clenching down on him like her body was begging to be filled.
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