Izuku walked home with his head in the clouds, thoughts spinning faster than the wheels of the bullet train. The city around him buzzed with life—people heading to stores, children playing in parks, and the occasional hero patrolling the skies. None of it registered.
His mind was stuck on the floating window that kept appearing in his vision, reminding him of his impending doom.
[TIME REMAINING: 71 hours 32 minutes]
"So I'm stuck in an anime," he muttered, kicking a pebble across the sidewalk. "Not just any anime. A superhero show where I'm the quirkless loser protagonist who eventually gets the most broken power in existence."
A woman with tiger stripes on her face passed by him on the sidewalk. Her eyes briefly met his before sliding away without interest.
[TARGET ANALYSIS:]
Bust: 34B
Quirk Rank: Silver
Age: 26
Current Attraction: 0%
"Great. Women don't even see me." His shoulders slumped. "Can't blame them. Look at this body."
He glanced down at his scrawny frame. The school uniform hung off him like clothes on a scarecrow. No muscle definition. No presence. Just a walking bundle of anxiety and nerd facts trapped in a teenage body.
What did he remember about My Hero Academia? He'd watched the first season years ago, back when it was new. He remembered the basics: quirkless kid gets power from All Might, goes to hero school, fights villains. But the details? Fuzzy at best.
"I should have paid more attention." He ran a hand through his green hair. "Instead of just looking up Mt. Lady cosplay porn."
That was the extent of his knowledge—waifu rankings and sexy cosplayers. He remembered Mt. Lady because... well, because she was hot. Same with Midnight. And that frog girl. What was her name? Tsuyu? She'd been popular with the cosplay crowd.
But the actual plot? The important characters? The timeline of events?
"Fuck."
He pulled out his phone—Izuku's phone—and scrolled through the contacts.
One name: Mom.
No friends. No classmates. Not even a teacher's number for emergencies.
"Jesus, kid. You lived like this?" He felt a pang of something uncomfortable. Not quite pity. More like recognition. "No wonder you were crying in class."
The sludge villain. That was important, right? Something about Izuku saving Bakugo from a sludge monster, and All Might being impressed, and then... what? All Might gave him his power? How did that even work?
"Hey system," he said, feeling ridiculous talking to the air. "What happens if I get One For All? Will it mess with you?"
The window flickered.
[DIVINE MILKING SYSTEM ANALYSIS]
One For All is compatible with the system.
Classification: SSS-Rank Quirk
Warning: Physical body may not withstand power without preparation
Recommendation: Extract essence from 5+ users before attempting integration
"Of course." He laughed. "Even my cheat system thinks I'm too weak for the main character power."
He stopped walking. Stood in the middle of the sidewalk as people flowed around him.
Did he even want One For All? The power to level city blocks with a finger flick sounded nice, but the show had made it clear that it shattered Izuku's body every time he used it.
And besides, if this system could let him steal powers directly from women...
"Why settle for one quirk when I could have a dozen?"
But first, he needed to survive the next three days. And that meant finding an adult woman willing to let him... milk her.
"This is so fucking weird." He resumed walking, turning the corner toward what he hoped was Izuku's home. "I'm living in a hentai plot."
Speaking of which. He pulled up the system interface again and studied his abilities more carefully.
Snake Eyes — reveal quirk rank and bust size, create attraction.
Okay, so it showed him information about potential targets and... made them attracted to him? How did that work? Could he control it? Increase the percentage?
Euphoric Feedback — direct pleasure transmission.
That sounded useful for convincing women to let him touch them. If he could make it feel good, maybe they'd be more willing to participate in his weird milk-drinking ritual.
Sanctuary — pocket dimension for privacy.
A personal sex dungeon. Lovely.
Pleasure Plunder — touch breasts, induce lactation, copy quirks.
And the main event. Touch boobs, make milk, drink milk, steal powers. Simple enough in theory. Fucking impossible in practice, given his current body and social standing.
He needed a plan. A real one, not just "walk up to random women and ask to touch their tits."
First step: figure out where he lived and what resources he had access to. Money. Clothes. Information. Anything that might help him survive.
Second step: identify potential targets. Pro heroes were ideal—they had the best quirks—but they'd also be the hardest to approach. Civilians might be easier, but their quirks could be useless.
Third step: figure out how to use Snake Eyes to increase attraction. If he could bump that percentage up from zero, he might have a chance.
Izuku turned the corner, hunched under the weight of his backpack and the absurdity of his situation. The tunnel ahead stretched dark and cool, a brief respite from the afternoon sun. His footsteps echoed against concrete walls as he trudged forward.
"So I need to find a woman. An adult woman. Who'll let me touch her boobs. And drink her milk." He kicked a pebble, watching it skitter across the pavement. "Which I'll somehow make appear through my magic titty-touching powers."
The laughter that bubbled from his throat bounced off the tunnel walls. This was beyond ridiculous.
"And I have to do this in the next three days or I die. Perfect."
The sound came from behind him. A wet, slithering noise that made the hairs on his neck stand up.
"A child all alone," gurgled a voice that sounded like someone talking through a straw in a milkshake. "How lucky for me."
Izuku whirled around.
His stomach dropped.
A mountain of green sludge rose from a manhole cover, forming a vaguely humanoid shape with massive yellow eyes and a gaping maw of a mouth. Globs of slime dripped to the pavement with sick plops.
"Oh shit," Izuku whispered, backing away. "It's the sludge villain."
[TARGET ANALYSIS:]
Gender: MALE
Quirk Rank: Gold
Age: 37
Current Attraction: N/A
"Now I remember," Izuku muttered. "This is where Bakugo gets caught, and All Might saves him."
The sludge villain surged forward, its body elongating like putrid taffy.
"Don't worry, kid," it gurgled. "I just need your body for a while. It'll only hurt for a minute. Then you won't feel anything at all."
Izuku bolted.
His legs pumped as he sprinted for the exit, heart hammering against his ribs. The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter with each step.
"Almost there," he gasped.
Something wet wrapped around his ankle. He pitched forward, face smacking against the concrete. Pain exploded across his nose and forehead as he skidded to a stop.
"Fuck!"
The slimy tendril yanked him backward, dragging him across the rough pavement. His uniform tore, skin beneath it scraping raw.
"Don't run," the villain cooed. "It makes things harder."
Izuku flipped onto his back, kicking wildly at the tendril around his ankle. His shoe passed through it harmlessly.
"Let me go, you oversized booger!"
The villain laughed, the sound like bubbles popping in mud.
"Such spirit! Your body will serve me well."
Izuku scrambled backward on his elbows, but the slime surged over his legs, pinning him in place. Cold, wet pressure engulfed him up to his waist, seeping through his clothes.
"Get off me!" Izuku struck at the slime with his fists. Each blow sank in without effect, like punching water.
The villain's face loomed closer, yellow eyes gleaming with malice.
"Stop struggling. Open wide now."
A tendril of slime shot toward Izuku's face. He clamped his mouth shut, but the pressure forced his jaws apart. Cold, foul-tasting sludge pushed past his lips, sliding down his throat. He gagged, lungs burning as the slime blocked his airway.
"There we go," the villain purred. "Let me in."
Izuku's vision blurred. His lungs screamed for air. The system window flickered in his dimming sight:
[TIME REMAINING: 71 hours 17 minutes]
"Not like this," he thought desperately. "I'm not dying in some shitty tunnel to a villain made of snot."
His consciousness began to fade, darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision.
Then a thunderous boom shook the tunnel.
"FEAR NOT, CITIZEN!"
The manhole cover at the other end of the tunnel shot into the air like a cork from a champagne bottle. A massive figure burst through the opening, landing in a heroic crouch that cracked the pavement beneath his feet.
"FOR I AM HERE!"
All Might stood at his full height, muscles bulging against his skin-tight costume. His permanent smile gleamed in the dim light, and his golden hair horns rose proudly from his head.
The sludge villain flinched, its grip loosening just enough for Izuku to tear his head free and gasp for air.
"A-All Might," he wheezed.
"Texas SMASH!"
All Might's fist shot forward, displacing air with such force that the tunnel howled with wind. The sludge villain exploded backward, his body fragmenting into green globs that splattered against the walls and ceiling.
Freed from the slime's grasp, Izuku collapsed onto the pavement, coughing and retching. His throat burned. Every breath scraped like sandpaper.
"Are you all right, young man?" All Might's massive hand landed on Izuku's shoulder, steadying him.
Izuku looked up into that famous smile, those shadowed eyes. All Might. The Symbol of Peace. The Number One Hero. Standing right in front of him.
And all he could think was: "This is my chance."
"All Might," Izuku rasped, forcing himself to his feet. "I need to ask you something important."
"Hold that thought, young man!" All Might turned away, pulling two empty soda bottles from his pocket. With quick movements, he scooped the scattered slime into the bottles, sealing them tightly. "Must capture this villain before he reforms!"
Izuku's mind raced. This was it. The moment. Ask All Might for his quirk. That's how it happened in the show, right? Izuku impressed All Might with his heroic spirit, and All Might chose him as his successor.
But...
Why the hell would I want One For All? A power that breaks my bones every time I use it? When I could steal quirks directly with this system?
All Might finished capturing the villain and turned back to Izuku with a thumbs up.
"Now then! What did you want to ask me, young man?"