**Author's Note:** After many months, I've finally returned to this story with every intention of finishing it. I apologize for the wait—life threw a lot of changes my way, and I had to prioritize. But I'm back now because so many of you reached out; I'm honestly surprised and flattered that this story is still being read and shared. I won't betray my fanbase. So, get ready: we're going to have more fun with the girls of *My Hero Academia*. I hope this chapter gets you rock hard and helps you find a satisfying release.
*A quick reminder: this is a work of fiction. I do not support or condone mistreatment of women in real life. Read whatever fuels your urges but always treat women with respect in the real world!*
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I wake up in bed with Momo, as expected, right by my side. By my command, she sleeps completely naked so she is ready for use at a moment's notice. I've woken up early, before the alarm has even had a chance to ring; otherwise, she'd already be on her feet, ready to do her duty.
My eyes drift to her massive breasts—so large they make her look more like a magnificent animal than a mere human. My cock reacts instantly, throbbing and turning rock hard. When there's prey this vulnerable, my cock is always hungry. I pounce on her, my hands immediately finding those heavy weights.
In her half-asleep state, Momo murmurs for me to stop, but she realizes her mistake a second later. Moments later, I have my hand firmly around her neck, holding her upright so I can take her standing. I'm behind her, watching her face flush a deep crimson as she begs for mercy. I don't intend to actually hurt her, of course, but she needs to understand that she doesn't get to take liberties with me.
With my free hand, I stroke those enormous boobs and that marble-hard ass. She isn't just curvy; she has the perfect density. Her breasts aren't saggy, yet they aren't like stone either—they have that tantalizingly firm bounce. Her cheeks, however, are literal marble and of truly staggering proportions. I spread those cheeks wide and slide deep inside her, beginning to plow her.
She whimpers apologies, looking back at me with imploring eyes. I just keep hammering her from behind. My morning wood is so intense it's almost painful, and there's nothing better than using a busty girl's vagina as a meat-sheath. Her endurance is the price for my satisfaction; there will be no mercy until my balls are empty.
"Stop pretending you're suffering—I can feel how wet you're getting," I growl.
Momo blushes a vivid red. I start delivering sharp swats to her rear. "You're just a masochistic pig, aren't you?"
She begins to pant, but my hand around her throat stifles any coherent sound. I think she's trying to justify herself, but I just keep spanking her. "Shut up, you masochistic pig!"
Seeing this girl with the massive chest submit to my every whim is incredibly sexy. Her heavy breasts jolt with every thrust, like two giant basketballs bouncing. Her nipples are the size of tennis balls, and each breast must weigh several kilos, yet they stay so firm they seem to defy gravity. Their constant slapping against her skin under my relentless drilling creates a literal displacement of air—the sheer mass of her boobs is insane.
Before long, I feel my cock peaking from the sheer friction of her femininity. I fill her warm core with my seed, then toss her back onto the bed, telling her she's free to go. She looks at me with literal heart-eyes before heading to the shower. Afterward, we have breakfast together, and she heads out for a new photoshoot.
The moment she's gone, a malicious grin spreads across my face. It's time for one of my favorite daily pastimes: teasing Jiro. Momo's little sister has been avoiding me the whole time, but she knows she's in for a rough time if she doesn't follow orders.
"Come here. Your sister is gone."
Jiro emerges from her room wearing a tight white blouse and a very, very short minigonna. She's visibly flushed, nervously stroking her hair and unable to meet my gaze. "I... I dressed like you wanted."
I look her over with satisfaction and motion for her to sit on my lap. She holds back tears as she approaches, and I soak in her submission.
"I don't understand why you force me to do this..." she whispers.
"It's the punishment for making me angry," I reply coldly.
"I've apologized so many times... and you know I spy on my sister for you just to make amends," she says, her face a mix of embarrassment and brewing anger.
I slide a hand onto those firm thighs, and she goes completely red. "True, but you're still a brat, and it's time you learned some manners. How else are you going to find a boyfriend?"
At those words, Jiro looks down, and I sense a change in the air. I plant a hand on those massive, marble-like cheeks under her skirt as she whispers, "I... I like a boy in my class."
"Oh? And who is he?" I ask, amused. Her thighs really are like marble—disproportionately wide but incredibly toned.
"His name is Denki..."
"It's only natural your body would attract boys." I'm enjoying the feel of her ass; it's like warm basalt that begs to be broken.
"He doesn't just want my ass! He understands me!" Jiro yells, looking me straight in the eye with a rare spark of courage.
"Wow, you must really like this kid if you're risking a leather belt across your body for that attitude," I say, my voice turning to ice.
She gulps but doesn't look away. This is getting interesting. I slip a hand under her panties to get a better feel for those heavy cheeks while she trembles. "And what does this boy like about you?"
"He appreciates that I'm creative... a musician!"
"You're a musician? I never noticed." It was true.
"That's because you only see me as Momo's thick-assed little sister!" she protests, thrashing around and creating a massive gust of air with her moving rear. Good god—each of her cheeks is the size of a football!
"I don't see why you should be anything else to me," I say.
"You're a huge Rockstar... I know I'm not on your level, but..."
"But?" I ask, my finger beginning to tease her asshole.
"I play guitar! And other instruments too!" she says, her voice rising from the sheer embarrassment.
"Very interesting... I might actually need a session guitarist for my tour."
Her eyes light up. "Really?"
"Maybe," I say, standing up abruptly. She falls to the floor, and her ass is so incredibly large that the impact makes a thunderous thud against the wood. "Now, give me a proper goodbye before you head to school. I'll think about what you said."
Jiro's face is a mask of joy and shame. Nonetheless, as I've ordered her to do for some time now, she bends over at a 90-degree angle, lifts her skirt, and pulls down her panties. This is the "greeting." For days now, I've forced her to greet me with her ass.
I take a moment to admire the view of those high-school cheeks, then deliver a spank with all my might—so hard she wobbles and nearly falls again. With that, she knows she's dismissed.
Meanwhile, I send a text to Uraraka, who was just discharged from the hospital. In the chat, my manager thanks me for the fat bonus my producer gave her at my request.
"Don't sweat it. Like I said, I need my manager in one piece before the tour. I'll be busy with fans, but I'll enjoy breaking you in my downtime," I write.
"I suppose it's inevitable, but for that kind of money, I'll deal with it. Just don't send me back to the hospital."
"I'll try. Anyway, find a way to fit in a new session guitarist."
"Are you serious? The lineup is full!"
"Make it happen, and I promise I won't have sex with you for the first three stops of the tour."
"You're serious? No morning blowjobs? No quick mounts before lunch? No punitive sodomy if I piss you off?"
"Deal. Just make it happen."
The next few days are going to be very fun.