Yamazaki Manor.
Seiki.
Now, Seiki wasn't one to keep secrets from his mother. Not normally.
But the fact that he was having unprotected sex left and right wasn't something he was all to keen to share with her... not that he'd be able to hide it forever.
Or that long at all, really.
With the way his mom's Quirk worked, hiding every little romp from her would not only be difficult– it'd be outright impossible. Yes, he could just wait out 24 hours in a discarded timeline, and then she wouldn't be able to see anything incriminating in his subjective past... but then she'd know he was hiding something. And then his mom could just read the past of literally anyone else in the manor.
So Seiki was ready for the eventual "discovery." He was ready for scorn, maybe, or maybe embarrassment, or something else along those lines.
But he wasn't ready for this.
"Ooooooooh... WUUUUUAH! My little Sei-chan's become a man!" Narumi squealed, grabbing him by the shoulders and staring straight into his eyes. "OhmygoshIneedallthedetails!"
"Uh... what?" Seiki asked awkwardly.
"When did it start? Konan was first, right? I knew she'd be. And she's fine with you sharing? How many maids have you slept with? Tomoko and Michiru were a given, Souka too– but have you slept with any others? Or what about Rinka, Azula, or D'Vorah? Probably not Inque, she hasn't been here for quite a while–"
"Mom. Slow down. Please."
"Uh, sorry," she said sheepishly. "But c'mon! I gotta know!"
'I think I would've preferred it if you were angry...'
"...You're right on the maids, and I've only slept with Konan so far– well, I did finally get around to seducing Rinka. Just last night, in fact."
"Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me! She always comes off as a tough girl, but I bet she likes really girly stuff. Maybe a candle lit dinner, or maybe a... nevermind, just tell me how it happened!"
"...Uh, well..."
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Last Night.
Rinka.
Sprinting through the woods surrounding the manor in the dead of night, Rinka let out a feral grin.
A new scent. A new smell. Someone who she was not familiar with was stalking through the woods towards their manor, towards her boss's home.
"We have an intruder," Konan had informed her.
If this were public property, they'd have to call the police, who would then send a hero... but no. All of these trees, these woods... they were the property of Narumi Yamazaki. Suppressing Quirk usage in public areas was one thing, but the Japanese government knew that they'd never be able to pass a law that forced people to not use a part of themselves in their very own homes. Which meant that, if you were on private property, and you were defending yourself with your Quirk... then you could get away with pretty much anything, within reason.
"Seiki-dono said you're free to go all out."
The smell was getting stronger. If she had to guess, they were roughly 60 meters away. Switching to all fours, Rinka picked up the pace, tearing up the ground as she sprinted towards her target. Channeling her anger, her bloodlust, her excitement... Rinka's eyes, nose, and ears became more wolf-like. Her senses focused to an insane degree, Rinka pinpointed the exact location of their intruder.
Even in the dead of night, nothing could hide from her eyes.
A green-black hoodie, sweatpants, and a Kevlar vest, perfectly blending into the shrubbery behind them.
A full face mask.
A combat knife in his left hand.
A pistol in his right.
TWHIP!
At the very last moment, Rinka dived to the side, the bullet just barely grazing her shoulder. TWHIP! TWHIP! Two more bullets sailing into the trees behind her, each one mere inches from where she was before. 'A silencer,' Rinka noted. She wasn't fast enough to dodge bullets, but she was just barely able to move faster than their trigger finger. The only reason that she was even still alive was because she had been on all fours, giving her just enough leverage to move out of the way in time... a realization that sent a shiver down her spine, and a surge of heat to her pussy.
'This fucker is actually trying to kill me! Huuuuuu, thank you bossman! Thank you thank you thank you—!!!'
"Tch," Rinka heard him mutter as she weaved through the trees, sprinting in a large circle towards his left side. She knew a few things... but she wasn't really one for tactics. Something her boss knew all too well. No, she was all for pushing herself to the absolute limit. Anger, Bloodlust, Want, and Need. Her muscles bulging beneath her skin, her claws sharpening as they dug into the ground, her fangs stretching past her snout... her gait widening as she grew bigger, faster, and stronger... 7ft 6...
7ft 10...
9ft 2...
12ft 8.
Bolting towards her target at a around 80mph, Rinka was no longer going to be taken out by a measly bullet. Branches, twigs and shrubs breaking against her skin as she enclosed on her target... and when he was in swiping distance, her heart tightened as he saw what was in his hands. With the emergence of Quirks, it was all but impossible to get your hands on a gun, especially in Japan. That was why she had almost died to his pistol. And since their intruder was relying on weaponry, Rinka 'knew' that she was stronger... but even if she knew that, she shouldn't have just discounted him.
'Is that a fucking sniper rifle?!'
But despite all his preparations, the fucker was still slow. That was her only saving grace.
His breathing was steady, focused, and he was ready to kill her... but he was still turning to face her. It'd take a fifth of a second before she was staring down the barrel.
And that was all she needed.
With a howl, her left hand grew, her claws sharpened, and the sniper rifle was cut into pieces.
And the fucker had leaned into the swipe, a knife to her neck.
THWICK!
Rinka growled as the serrated edge slashed her front, blood trickling down to her chest. It wasn't deep enough to kill, no knife was, not when she was like this— but it still stung quite a bit. Far more than a normal blade. She tried to grab him, but that just led to another large gash in her forearm as he narrowly avoided her second swipe, this one hurting even more than the first one. Again and again, she tried to kill him, but it was to no avail. He was getting faster and faster— his Quirk, most likely— and more and more deep, painful slashes were adorning her scarred figure. The most pain that she's ever felt before. If he didn't stop soon, she was going to bleed out... which just sent her arousal and excitement through the roof as she lashed out with renewed fervor.
"This is GREAT!" she roared, swiping again as the little intruder retreated. "MORE! SHOW ME MORE!"
"There's no reason to," he told her, his voice muffled by his mask... but still recognizable. Rinka stumbled slightly. "What have I told you, Rinka? You don't actually regenerate, so poisons are incredibly effective on you," he chided her, talking to her as if she was a child. "And you still rely on that nose of yours far too much."
She stumbled again, falling to the ground. "W-What...?"
A boot stepped on her face, pushing her snout into the ground. Rinka shivered.
"Who do you serve?"
She gulped. "Y-You... master."
Then her breath hitched as a knife traced over her skin, cutting off what was left of her clothes.
Her wet, tight pussy lips exposed to the cold, midnight air–
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Seiki.
"That's... well, if that's how she wants to be seduced, good for her," Narumi said with a sigh. "It's not very romantic though."
"I thought it was cute," Konan interjected.
"Alright. Whatever. Now continue!" Narumi rambled.
"Uh... after that, we had sex," Seiki said dryly.
"Well duh! But how? Was it cute and cuddly? Was it raunchy and steamy?"
"Mom, please..."
"What?? I'm curious!"
Seiki let out a groan. "Alright. Fine. It... well, it definitely started rough. With my Quirk, I tried both approaches, but she liked it a lot more when I just took her to the hilt without any of the fanfare. Our foreplay had gotten her more than wet enough. It helped that she was still ridiculously large at the time, too," he explained. "Then I put a hand on her throat, holding her in place as I swung my hips into hers, rough and fast. Bottoming out into her over and over.
Rinka~ [img]
"And while she's a bit of a painslut– as well as a powerslut– it didn't take me long to realize that she was weak to gentle stuff too. Caressing her snout, giving soft kisses up and down her neck... or even just staying hilted in her, and holding her close... she could deny it all she wants, but she enjoyed every bit of it. And I enjoyed it just as much.
"Eventually, I bottomed out, filling her... pussy up with my... semen," Seiki said, shuffling slightly, "and then with Konan's help, I took her to my bedroom, where we spent the night."
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Earlier This Morning.
With a yawn, Seiki slowly opened his eyes... to fur.
Warm, bristling fur.
Rinka~ [img]
"Mmmmm," he grumbled, trying to lean away... only for the pile of fur to tighten its grip, large furry arms wrapping around him tightly. The fur let out a growl. Rinka.
"MMRinmmkhmmmp," he mumbled. She hugged him tighter.
Then there was the thousand slips of paper lightly floating around the room, a couple hundred of them clinging to his back. Konan.
'This is the life.'
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"That sounds... nice," his mom said, with a look that he couldn't quite place.
"Yeah. Yeah, it really was."
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A Few Months Later.
Michiru.
Slick. Slick. Slick.
With a yawn, Seiki slowly stirred awake. Waking up to something hot and tight sliding up and down his cock, as well as a constant slicking noise, and quiet whimpers.
The covers pushed aside, both of them naked.
A raccoongirl squatting over his cock.
Michiru Kagemori.
Michiru~ [img]
"Assaulting a sleeping minor in his own bedroom," Seiki said. "What would the heroes think, Michi?"
"Y-Y-You told me to do this!" she spluttered, clearly embarrassed. Not that she stopped, no. If anything she picked up the pace... staring down at him with... not quite love, but something close to it. Staring at him with adoration. He was the reason she not only had a job, but a roof over her head. He was the reason she had security... and all that had been required of her was loyalty. Something that Michiru was more than happy to provide after everything the Yamazakis had done for her.
What was a bit of sex on top of that?
It helped that Seiki was... like, really hot, strong, and confident.
And hot. Very hot.
"Mmmmmm," Seiki hummed, clearly enjoying himself. Sliding his hands over her hips, following her as she slammed herself up and down his rockhard member. "You're so cute when your flustered."
Then she let out a squeak as he sat up– flipped her over– and she let out a pant as his cock pressed down even deeper into her.
Then he kissed her.
"Mmmph!" she let out a moan in surprise, but delightfully returned the kiss.
Michiru could also see bits of paper floating around the room... which was embarrassing. That was a tell-tale sign that she was being watched, from every possible angle.
Then Seiki hilted himself deep in her gut, and Michiru squealed in glee as she felt his thick, hot cum spurt out into her womb. She closed her eyes and leaned back, biting her lip as Seiki continued to fill her babymaker with his potent, virile seed.
Yes, she was on the pill... but it was still hot to think about. It didn't help that the animal side of hers had almost no problem with it... no, it wanted it.
When Michiru finally opened her eyes, Konan had materialized on the bed, feverishly making out with Seiki. Not to mention both Rinka and Azula– who were in his bed when she got here– slowly making there way towards him as well.
'Figures.'
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Quite A Bit Later.
Seiki.
Walking into the dining room with breakfast already on the table, Seiki leaned into his mom's side and gave her a firm hug. "Mornin."
"Mmmmm, morning Sei-chan," his mother replied warmly, leaning back into him.
Then Seiki sat down right next to her... Konan, Rinka, Azula and D'Vorah following into the room not long after.
"Any plans today?"
"Eh, not really. Probably just hit up the mall. Maybe some karaoke?" he asked aloud. "Or something along those lines."
"You could see if Hahari or Masami are free," Narumi suggested.
"Ehh... maybe some other time," Seiki diverted, not really keen on hanging out with his mom's friend's daughters. Not that it wouldn't be fun– they seemed like good company– but well, Seiki was going to do a bit more than just "hang out" with his bodyguards.
Chaperoning teenagers on top of that sounded like a hassle.
"I'll stay with Ms. Yamazaki," D'Vorah said.
Seiki held back a frown.
He's already gotten... acquainted with Rinka, Konan, and Azula by now, but D'Vorah was– for some inexplicable reason– keeping her distance.
Now, Seiki's head wasn't that far up his own ass– he knew that not every single woman he'd meet would want to sleep with him. So if D'Vorah didn't want to "join the harem," so to speak, then he wouldn't force the issue. If D'Vorah wanted to remain his loyal subordinate (and his friend), then Seiki was perfectly fine with that.
But as far as he was aware, D'Vorah had no one else besides him. Not a single friend outside of his inner circle.
She was more closed off then he was.
"D'Vorah... you can come with us, if you want," Seiki said, slightly hesitant.
"But what if–"
Both of Seiki's eyes swirled, deliberately for her to see. To them, it looked like he peered into the future, but in truth, he just made a save and loaded it immediately. "My mother will be fine." And even if he didn't actually know that for certain, he could always go back and course-correct.
"...Very well."
Now, they were off to the mall, and maybe some karaoke after that.
What's the worst that could happen?
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