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“Hehehe! You look like you got run over!” Nejire giggled as Izuku trudged into the room.

“Kinda feels like it too.” He grumbled. “I learned my mist form isn’t absolute. Oh, and I got impaled.”

Nejire’s eyes bulged, “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?! What happened?!” She hugged her boyfriend tightly.

“Kaminari blew me back and I hit a destroyed car. I think the A-pillar went right through my back and stomach through my costume.” Izuku said, flopping into his computer chair. “Oh, and Mina-chan tail-whipped me in the eye by accident. And then I faced Fuyumi-san, and her fire burned me even when I was in my mist form. So there are elements that can hit me even when I’m normally invulnerable.”

Nejire blinked, “Holy crap! Your class is insane! None of us had injuries even half as bad as those in our first class!”

Izuku chuckled, “Yeah, we’ve got some pretty amazing Quirks. Just Fuyumi-san can use both fire and ice. Maybe even to the same level as Endeavor.”

“Come on.” Nejire said as she tugged him up and started to strip him. “You can tell me all about it in the shower.”

He chuckled, “I don’t think we’ll be doing much talking if we both go in.” He teased, reaching up for her breast and gently squeezing it.

“That works too.” Nejire said slyly, “That Tantric Healing of yours will work wonders.” He chuckled as she finished unbuttoning his shirt.

…

The two lay in bed, sated, sweaty, and having spent the last half-an-hour going through all the cool things he had seen during their trials. (And lamenting him having missed one of the trials.) But there was still something bothering him. “What is it?” She asked, nuzzling him gently.

“It’s Yaomomo.” Izuku said, frowning, “Specifically her costume.”

Nejire blinked, “What about it?” Izuku explained the design, watching as amusement covered her face. “Super sexy.” She teased him.

Izuku blushed a little, “Yes, but that’s not the point.” He muttered, “The point that it is one-hundred percent optimized for Quirk use. It has zero protection! If she was like Kirishima-san and her Quirk defended her, that would be one thing. But unless she can see the future and make something in exactly the right place whenever she needs it, she could get seriously hurt!”

“Ah.” Nejire’s face fell as she realized it was serious. “DNA-fabrics? I told you about them already.”

“She tried it. Didn’t work.” Izuku replied.

“Hmm…” Nejire hummed as she gave it some thought. And then a devious smirk crossed her face, “Okay, hear me out.”

“No good idea has ever started like that.” Izuku deadpanned. And then she spoke and proved him right. His eyes wanted to fall out of his skull.

The two pro-conned the idea for a good ten minutes before giving it up and deciding to sleep on it. Before they went to bed, Nejire sat up suddenly, “Wait, did you get any tickets!”

“Oh, right!” Izuku exclaimed, “I was so excited about the trials that I forgot! Let’s see! Silver Skill ticket first!” He ripped it.

[Silver Skill Ticket rolled!

You have rolled: Adept Kama Sutra]

Izuku stopped reading and sputtered. “AGAIN?! And it’s even higher than my last rank!”

Nejire felt excitement surge through her. Her lover was going to get even better at driving her mad with pleasure?! HECK YES!

Izuku sighed and finished reading.

[Type: Skill

Rarity: Rare (3.3)

Description:

You are very talented in the carnal art, being able to spot signs of arousal and attraction. In addition, you instinctively know how to pleasure your partner in bed and be a very pleasant recipient, enhancing pleasure for both of you.

As the Host already possessed “Intermediate Kama Sutra,” a Silver Skill Ticket has been refunded.]

Izuku gasped. “Holy crap, I totally forgot I’d get refunded! I assumed that would never happen!” He quickly ripped his next ticket.

[Silver Skill Ticket rolled!

You have rolled: Novice Arms Mastery

Type: Skill

Rarity: Uncommon (2.9)

Description:

You are able to handle all conventional weapons, ranging from knives to swords to axes to polearms to guns to bows and to even chained weapons and clubs with basic proficiency. You have little familiarity with each but at least know how to use them.]

“Huh. That’s not bad.” Izuku said.

“It should help with your twin swords, right?” Nejire grinned.

“Mhm, I can already think of some things I was doing wrong. Not much though. Would have been nice to get a more specialized skill.” Izuku replied.

Nejire snorted, “Don’t complain, mister! Your powers are so unfair!” She whined a little.

Izuku grinned at her, “Well, if my lady wants some new skills herself…” He held out the refunded silver skill ticket.

Her eyes widened, “Really? Really, really?”

“Yup.” Izuku said, pushing it into her hands.

“YAY!” Nejire squealed, grabbing it and tearing it.

[Companion Hadō Nejire has rolled a Silver Skill Ticket!

She has rolled: Adept Conceptualization

Type: Skill

Rarity: Rare (3.9)

Description: Conceptualization is your ability to understand what is beyond the mundane and inexplicable. With this level, your mind probably won't be shattered by hearing the old ones whisper. Magic and the esoteric make more sense to you when you see them. You understand, learn, and develop magic more easily and have a better time understanding the mystical side of reality.]

Nejire gasped, “No way!” Izuku’s eyes were wide as well. His girlfriend lifted her hand and instantly, five Glintstone pebbles appeared, one hovering over each finger. “That was so much easier! I totally get it now!”

Izuku started to laugh, “I can’t help but wonder if the System meant for me to get Renalla’s Tome or you.”

She giggled too, “Oooh, I’m so excited! I think I can start looking at some of the better spells now!”

“I hope I roll that at some point too.” Izuku grumbled a little, making Nejire laugh some more. She really had to do something nice for him at some point. “Okay, last one.” He took out his Gold Ability Ticket and ripped it.

He balked a little. “Holy shit…” He breathed, wide-eyed.

[You have rolled a Gold Ability Ticket!

You have rolled: Level Up!

Type: Ability

Rarity: Elite (4.7)

Description: Whenever you kill something, you absorb 10% of their stats and permanently add them to your own.]

The two were silent for a moment. “Well…” Nejire said weakly, “At least it doesn’t say you get their powers too?”

Honestly, as powerful as the ability was… Izuku couldn’t help but wish he never had a reason to use it.

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“Hello class!” Everyone was surprised when Nezu straight up dropped out of the ceiling in their Hero Informatics class the next day. It was part of Heroics 101 since they couldn’t start students off with immediate, full burn, physical lessons every single day. They needed time to recuperate and work up to more frequent high-intensity lessons.

“Principal Nezu!” Iida gasped at the large height the mammal fell from, despite him landing nimbly.

One of the students from the other group (One Uraraka Ochako) asked, “Are you going to be our teacher for this class?”

“Yes, I am!” Nezu declared with a smile. “And today’s lesson is a very important one, and every single one of you needs to pay very close attention.” Everyone sat up straighter and some even took out their notebooks. “We normally have this lesson later in the semester, but we decided to try something a little different this year and make it your first lesson.” He said, “I am speaking, of course, of Operational Security.”

Most of the class murmured in confusion. This was important enough to be their very first Informatics lesson?

“I see you’re all confused!” Nezu laughed, “But you shouldn’t be! This is and shall be very important for your future careers. OpSec can be the difference between successful missions and miserable failures. For instance…” Nezu tapped his chin a few times, “The Sacramento Incident.” Gasps rang out, “The Americans planned out a raid against one of the deadliest gangs in their country’s history. But people didn’t keep their mouths shut and the plans were leaked to the gang in question. The day of the raid, they were ready, and because of it, over thirty Heroes and countless members of the army died. Far more than would have if they had caught the gang by surprise. There are many, many incidents like that throughout history. Information security can mean life or death. Let us go over some major incidents now.” He turned on the projector and they bunkered down.

…

“Any questions?” Nezu asked once the presentation was done. Several of the students were pale.

“Yes!” Izuku raised his hand, “What are the levels of security we can expect? Not every situation will need the same tight control.”

“Indeed!” Nezu nodded approvingly, “We generally follow governmental classifications. Unclassified is information that can be freely shared. Controlled information focuses mainly on government business. Sharing information from this classification is not consequence-free, but the consequences aren’t too bad. Restricted information is where we start to see real punishment for unauthorized releases. Confidential is where unauthorized release can cause moderate damage to various agencies. Secret is confidential, but more severe. It is information the government does not wish to be known and can be a threat to national security. Top-Secret is the kind of information that can lead to governments falling. Generally speaking, as Heroes, we don’t have to worry about the final two levels. Only top-ranked Heroes like Endeavor are ever brought into those kinds of secrets, and only as absolutely required.”

His beady eyes glimmered, “However, there is one more rank. It is less an official rank and more of a consequence of the existence of information so dangerous that it cannot even be written down. Additionally, few even have the authorization to label something as ‘Black.’ Quite simply, it is information that is so dangerous that even the majority of the government does not know about it. It is information only the absolute highest-level officials know about. The only ones who should know anything are those involved and those they authorize to know. And the consequences for sharing such information without permission are… drastic. You share Top Secret information? Jail. You’re considered a national traitor. Perhaps you’re even scheduled for execution. But if you share information labeled as ‘Black?’ You and everyone you possibly could have spoken to are interrogated. Every associate. Every friend. Everyone. You will be hounded for the rest of your life. The best outcome you can expect is the darkest hole we have in Tartarus.”

Tōru was sitting, completely wide-eyed. What in the hell was Izu-kun’s Quirk for him to be given such a classification?! Momo was equally curious.

“Kero, that sounds terrifying.” Another girl from group B (Asui Tsuyu) commented. “I doubt it, but are there any examples? Maybe something that lost relevance and was eventually declassified?”

Nezu laughed, “Indeed there are! I am one of the few people in the world authorized to issue that classification, after all. All Might’s Quirk was ‘Black.’ Even now, I cannot tell you what it was, just that I was one of five people to know the truth. And two of them are now dead.”

The room filled with murmurs. Truthfully, Tsuyu had hit the nail on the head. The secret of One For All was irrelevant now, with All Might dead and the Quirk dead with him. But Nezu would honor his great friend’s wishes and keep his legacy the way he always wanted it.

Kirishima raised his hand, “Sorry Principal, but was it even necessary to tell us about this? It’s not like we’re going to be running into something like that any time soon.”

Nezu chuckled, “But of course!” He smiled thinly, “It’s never too early to learn and prepare, and this won’t be the only time we’ll really go over this! You never know what might happen! Once your Work Studies start in your second year, we’ll be hammering it in again. It is that important! Like I said, if you whisper the wrong bit of information at the wrong place at the wrong time, you can be responsible for an entire raid against a criminal enterprise failing and the villains escaping! The final bit of advice I have for you is this: if you should ever find yourself being trusted with even Top-Secret info, much less Black info, I would endeavor to ensure that trust is not misplaced. You won’t have a chance to regret it if it is. Enjoy your day, students!” he said with a wave before hopping off his podium.

The students filed out, their minds whirling.

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“You wanted to see me?” Momo asked cautiously as she was invited into Izuku and Nejire’s room.

“Yes!” Izuku smiled at her.

“Hey, hey, Yaomomo!” Nejire waved excitedly.

Momo smiled and waved back, “Hello, Nejire-chan!” She took a seat at their dinner table, “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Izuku directed her to a chair, and they all sat down, “So, we had our informatics class today.” Momo’s heart started beating a little faster. “And I have an offer for you, but it would require sharing the information of that secret for background.”

Momo swallowed, “Even my parents don’t know any Black Secrets. What in the world is your Quirk??”

“You know I can’t tell you unless you agree.” Izuku chuckled, “Or rather, I shouldn’t… even if it will be phenomenally hard to actually hide from everyone.” Despite herself, Momo giggled. He had, by her count, at least six abilities. She couldn’t see that staying secret for too long. “I think my offer would help you a great deal.” Izuku said, “So I would like you to hear me out. It is your choice, of course. If you don’t want to know, we can forget this whole thing.”

Momo bit her lip, “Can you at least tell me something about the offer first?”

“It will make you stronger and safer out there.” Izuku said bluntly.

Nejire nodded, “A lot stronger.” She giggled, “He shared the secret with me. It’s totally awesome. Just not something we want widely known because he could get targeted. Frankly, once Zuzu is strong enough, it won’t even need to be classified anymore.”

Momo’s eyes widened. ‘Okay, that is entirely different than I envisioned. It’s simply something to keep him safe until he can keep himself safe. But it must be something massive to be labeled as ‘Black.’ I don’t think Izuku-san and Nejire-chan would lead me astray, and I can’t deny how curious I am.’ She nodded, “Okay.” She said simply.

Izuku smiled, “So, I’m sure you’re wondering what in the hell my power is.”

Momo’s lips quirked, “Perhaps not in those exact words, but yes.”

“To put it bluntly, it’s a video-game-like system that quantifies my achievements and gives me rewards for them.” Izuku said, and Momo’s jaw dropped, “It happened about a year ago, after I assisted the Water Hose Duo in killing the S-Rank Villain Muscular.” Momo’s eyes widened impossibly wide, “I was just a dumb, Quirkless kid sticking my nose where I shouldn’t have. What Muscular did to me should have killed me. Instead, I woke up to a message box no one else could see, which was telling me I could earn powers, abilities, skills, and items. And moreover, it straight up called Quirks ‘pedestrian’ when I wondered if I had finally awoken one. Apparently the multiverse is real, and my Chaos Gacha can reach through it to give me my abilities.”

Momo’s brain was a skipping record. “Th-this is ludicrous. That can’t be possible!”

“And yet completely true! I’ve seen it in action! Heck, he even gave me one of his tickets and now I have a super awesome power too!” Nejire chirped and Momo again felt like she’d been in a mental car crash. “For saving the Water Hose Duo, he got a ticket which he ripped, and it gave him his strongest ability so far.”

Izuku smiled, “My wolf transformation.”

“Oh my god…” Momo muttered under her breath.

“Or more accurately,” His smile was very toothy, “My werewolf transformation.”

“WEREWOLF?!” Momo gasped. Izuku and Nejire were very glad that their room was so well soundproofed. Only someone standing close to their door might have heard that shout.

“Mhm.” Izuku continued to grin, “Super strength. Super speed. A wolf transformation. The ability to turn into mist and phase through objects and most powers I’ve faced so far. And most importantly… regeneration.” Momo gasped, “And that’s my offer, Yaomomo. Because of your situation, you either can’t use your Quirk properly, or you have to leave your vitals completely unprotected. So if we can’t keep you from getting hurt… then what about making sure you can heal from almost any injury you might suffer?”

Momo stared at him, completely agog, her mind whirling. “Y-you want to make me a werewolf?”

He nodded, “You’d be the first one I’ve ever turned, if you agree.”

Momo stared at him for a few moments. “Tell me everything.” She ordered. And so he did.

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“Hey Green, mind if I speak to you after classes?” Izuku was surprised when Kyōka approached him, looking oddly serious and nervous the next day. He didn’t really think anything of it though, and spent the rest of the day as normal, getting to know his new classmates better. Momo was obviously distracted, but not being distant, which he took as a good sign. They were friends already after the past month of getting to know one-another, so he felt confident that at least that hadn’t taken a hit.

Classes were normal and pretty boring, to be honest. Calculus was a bit mind-melting for some of them, with Mina and a guy from Group B (Kuroiro Shihai, who had a pretty damn cool Quirk!) in particular looking like they wanted to pull their hair out. He was already envisioning a study group in their future.

There was no heroics class on Wednesday, since that day was Group B’s turn to run through the same gauntlet they had the previous day, so when their classes ended, they went back to the dorms. Nejire was still gone and would be gone until Thursday in the evening. He was missing her already, and had the room all to himself. It felt pretty empty without his girlfriend.

He had almost forgotten about Kyōka’s request when she knocked on the door. “Hey Green.” She said, still looking nervous for some reason.

Izuku’s lips Quirks, “Hey yourself, Violet.” He teased her a little. She flushed slightly, “Come on in.” He stood aside to let her in.

“Jeez, your room is huge.” She said, wide-eyed.

“Cementoss-sensei joined my room and Nejire’s room together at her request.” Izuku explained, getting an ‘ah’ from her.

“Where is Senpai, anyway?” Kyōka asked.

“Oh, she’s with Ryūkyū right now.” Izuku replied, “Pretty jealous, not gonna lie.” He chuckled, “Third years get out on the field pretty often. She’ll only be back around six tomorrow.”

“Damn, that’s pretty cool.” Kyōka said, twirling one of her jacks. She looked so damn cute doing it.

“Mhmm…” Izuku eyed her, “So, what’s this about? You don’t have to be nervous.”

“…No, I think I do.” She said, averting her eyes. “…So…” She said lamely, “…Werewolf, huh?”

Izuku’s eyes went wide, “What? How did you-”

“My room is below this one.” She muttered.

Izuku let out a rather explosive sigh, “Fuck. The room is soundproofed, but-”

“Mine is too since I listen to music really loudly, but nothing ever really is fully soundproof. They didn’t do nearly as good of a job between floors.” Kyōka finished for him. “I doubt anyone else would have heard it, but with my Quirk…”

Izuku looked at her, “…You heard everything, then?”

“Your powers are bullshit.” She gave him a weak smile.

He let out a laugh. “Yeah, pretty much.” He replied. “The fact that you’re here, telling me this as quickly as you can, tells me that I can trust you.” He said, watching as she sagged in relief. “Still, I’m surprised you were able to hear it even with your Quirk.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty strong, and I didn’t have any music on to distract myself.” She told him. Which, really, was admitting that her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

He chuckled, “Well, alright then. Like I said, you coming to tell me tells me that I can trust you to keep it a secret.”

“Yeah, for sure. I know so many damn secrets and I’ve never broken someone’s trust before, whether they knew I knew or not.” Kyōka said, “Even if I doubt it will stay secret for long if you can just get new powers like you’re picking out of a damn hat.” She snarked.

Izuku sighed, “Yeah, I know. Hell, Principal Nezu knows. Still, the longer I can keep it secret, the stronger I’ll hopefully be when some jackass villain gets ideas.”

Her brows furrowed, “Wait, what kind of ideas? It’s not like they can steal powers from you…”

“No.” Izuku agreed, “But if they can force me to give Tickets up voluntarily…”

Her eyes bulged, “Oh, holy fuck. You can give them away? That’s INSANE!”

“Hence the secrecy.” Izuku said dryly. ‘And the contingency plan to keep mom safe, if it comes to it.’

“Shit, I know you’re letting me off the hook and everything, Green, but I still feel like I owe you…” Kyōka said.

He stared at her for a few moments before a smile crossed his face, “When we were helping Mina-chan move, we saw you had a few instruments. Do you play?”

Clearly, God had abandoned her. “Uhm… yeah, a bit.” Kyōka squeaked out.

Izuku’s grin widened, “That’ll be your apology then. You’re going to play for me and Neji-chan at some point.”

Kyōka’s face was beet red. “Okay…”

He laughed at her embarrassment before waving her out of the room. He had to tell Nejire about the private show he’d just booked.

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Momo had hemmed and hawed for the entirety of Wednesday and most of Thursday. She’d been so distracted she even got an answer wrong in class! The indignity! She didn’t like how she couldn’t speak to anyone about it. Well, almost anyone. She had spoken plenty to Nejire, who, over the course of the past month, had become her closest female friend. Or to be more accurate, her very first! She was just so excitable and friendly! She’d also spoken at length with Principal Nezu and even Izuku himself. Her indecision almost took a backseat to the… forbidden feelings she was starting to have over Izuku, and, if she were honest with herself, Nejire.

She couldn’t help but want to be closer to them. They were both just so earnest and good. They didn’t need to offer her something like this! They just wanted her to be safe and able to pursue her dreams! And that made them very attractive in a romantic sense… something she had denied herself and been denied over and over growing up. Her parents had only wanted ‘the right sort,’ and that made any would-be suitors exactly the wrong sort to Momo. But Izuku and Nejire were already together, hence her feelings being forbidden.

Regardless, she needed to make a choice. She couldn’t keep being indecisive like this. She was a woman of action! When her parents tried to control everything about her life until they could induct her as a Hero at the HPSC so they could continue dictating her life, she had rejected that future. She had chosen to go over their heads and earn a recommendation to U.A. from her private school. She had chosen to escape for a day for the exam. Her parents had been livid. For a moment, she had been worried she would be disowned, despite knowing it could never happen. Her mother could have no more children and disowning your heiress for getting into the best school in the hemisphere was… not something even the Yaoyorozu could escape from. It would be an utter scandal.

So she forced herself to stop hemming and hawing and went to their room. She smiled at them when invited inside. “I’ll do it.”

Izuku returned her smile, “Okay.” He replied simply, “Now I wish I could say this was going to be painless… but I am going to have to bite you.”

Momo winced. She had… ignored that fact in her research on werewolves. Izuku told her he got particularly ornery and eager for redder meat on the full moons, but with his control over his transformations, that was about it. “I understand.” She smiled a bit thinly, “Hopefully it won’t be too painful.”

“You should take off your shirt.” Nejire said suddenly. Izuku and Momo’s eyes went wide. “You don’t want blood all over those nice clothes.” Nejire finished with an innocent tone. Frankly, Momo’s shirt was probably worth more than her entire wardrobe, so she had a point. But Izuku knew his girlfriend well enough to know when she was up to something.

Momo blushed, “You have a point. Might I use your bathroom?”

“Go right ahead.” Izuku pointed her towards it. When Momo closed the door, he turned to Nejire. “Neji-chan… what are you doing?” he asked a little flatly.

Nejire grinned and leaned in, “With any luck? Her face while you pound her.” She murmured in his ear before biting his earlobe.

Izuku let out a groan as his shorts instantly tightened. ‘I-Is this seriously-’ He couldn’t even finish the thought. His wonderful, amazing girlfriend wanted a threesome?! With one of the hottest, most beautiful girls Izuku had ever seen? ‘Fuck, did the System roll me ‘Harem Protagonist’ or some shit?! Neji, what did I do to deserve you?’ He kissed her hungrily until he heard the bathroom door unlock.

They parted and looked at Momo as she walked out, with just a towel she had created wrapped around her chest. All of her cleavage was on display. Izuku’s shorts tightened even more. Momo was blushing as she walked closer. “Wh-whenever you’re ready.” She said, eyeing his shorts. ‘I-Is that because of me?’ She thought in shock.

Izuku slowly walked over, and Momo couldn’t help but think the word ‘stalked’ was more appropriate. She felt like prey, and her spine was stiffening anxiously. “You’re so tense…” He murmured when he got close enough to gently feel her shoulder.

Momo couldn’t help but snark, “I wonder why…?”

He grinned and let out a chuckle. She joined him in giggling. “Relax.” He whispered, and Momo squeaked as he hugged her to his chest. “It will hurt more if you’re tense.” He said, gently caressing her back with his warm hands.

Oh, this was so intimate. It was starting to feel like one of the novels she definitely didn’t own if her parents asked. She chanced a look at Nejire, only to see her staring without blinking, a small hint of red on her cheeks. She didn’t even look upset, much less angry. Momo’s eyes closed as some of the tension left her. ‘At least he’s being considerate about taking a chunk out of my shoulder.’ Even in the comfort of her own mind, the thought was enough for her to stiffen again.

“Hmm…” Izuku hummed, “Lay down on your front.” He said as he backed off.

Momo quivered in place for a moment, before getting on their bed. She laid down and could help inhaling their mixed scent. “Eep!” She made a noise when he mounted her, hovering above her thighs. His hands found her back and she let out a sigh. He was clearly a beginner, and she’d certainly had better massages before, but she liked it. And then Nejire kneeled in front of her and started massaging her shoulders too. “Mmmm…” She closed herself and relaxed.

Slowly, the two went to work on her. They definitely weren’t masseuses, but she felt wonderful anyway. Enough so that when Nejire unwrapped her towel to bare her smooth back, she only shivered slightly. The massage just felt different when it wasn’t a professional doing it. It… awakened some things within her. Nejire’s hands left her shoulders and Izuku’s replaced them. Momo was a little surprised that Nejire got off the bed and squeaked again when a pair of hands started working her calves. She almost started to forget what this was in pursuit of.

Izuku sensed that her shoulders were as relaxed as they were going to get, and he could practically smell her blood pumping. His hair started to turn that ethereal silver of his fur, and his eyes began to turn gold. He leaned forward slowly to not spook her, his mouth changing shape slightly as his teeth were replaced by daggers found more commonly in the maws of lions and tigers. A whole lot of drool built up almost instantly. ‘Sorry, Yaomomo.’ He mentally whispered an apology before sinking his fangs into her traps.

She went stiff and let out a pained scream into his mattress. Izuku’s eyes bulged as he tasted the sweet, sweet flavor of her blood. To the point that he wanted to rip. He forced himself to quickly but gently release her, grimacing as he saw how deep the gouges were. He really hoped this wouldn’t take too long. And the desire to lap away at her blood almost had him wanting to punch himself square in the face.

Momo was shaking beneath him from the pain, begging for it to go away. Her hands were furled tight on their comforters. She burst into tears, sobbing her heart out at the agony. Her light mascara instantly started running as she sobbed.

Nejire came over, sorrow in her eyes as she pressed some gauze to the wounds, patting them dry of blood and Izuku’s saliva. The wounds bled for a minute or two, but despite their size, seemed to be clotting quickly. The adrenaline got to Momo, dulling the pain and her shaking subsided. “That was-” She cut off, and all of a sudden it felt like fire was surging through her body from her left trap. Her black eyes turned gold, and her hair turned the same wispy silver as Izuku’s. The wounds rapidly closed, leaving her fully healed. Unfortunately, she had scarred quite badly. The hybrid transformation vanished, leaving her exhausted on the bed. “…Awful.” She managed to slur out.

“I’m so sorry! We knew it was going to hurt, but I didn’t think it was going to be that bad!” Nejire said, tears in her eyes.

“Does it still hurt?” Izuku asked, body stiff with tension as he got off of her.

“No…” Momo managed to get out. Despite the pain he’d put her through, she knew he hadn’t done it maliciously. And as the seconds and minutes passed… she could feel the differences. She was hearing better than she ever had, seeing better than she ever had. She felt like she could count the pores on Nejire’s skin. The scent wafting off Izuku that she’d gotten just a whiff of during their first battle trial was much more intense now. Nejire just smelled sweet. And there was this scent she couldn’t quite recognize in the room that was making her feel hungry. Ravenous even. She wanted it. Whatever it was. But she was just so tired. She couldn’t even get up right now. She felt very vulnerable when she hesitantly asked, “C-Can you hold me?”

“Of course.” Izuku said immediately, wrapping up her towel again to protect her modesty. He gently helped her further up the bed and laid down, wrapping an arm around her when she was tucked into his side. Nejire was behind her, hugging her too. “I… I’m surprised you’re… okay with this… after that…”

Momo had her eyes closed as she breathed in his scent. “I…” She trailed off, “…You’re my best friends… the first two friends I’ve ever had.” She admitted, to their shock. “Even after only knowing you for just under a month-” She had only moved into the dorms so early, far earlier than most of the other first years, because she had just wanted to get away from her parents. “I was… sheltered.” It was the understatement of understatements. “And very intelligent. It didn’t take me too long to learn that all my allowed friends were carefully-selected playmates and sycophants who I quickly figured out I didn’t want around me. Every school I attended, they ensured only the…” She sneered, “Right sort would be allowed to approach me.” This was the first time in her life she’d ever experienced actual freedom.

“Jeez…” It was all Nejire could say. She couldn’t even imagine…

Neither could Izuku. “I didn’t think that kind of thing still happened…”

“I wish you were right.” Momo smiled slightly, feeling a lot better now. And stronger. More awake than she usually did at this time. A glance at their alarm clock said it was 21:15. Normally she’d be looking for her bed right about now. She sat up, moving her shoulders around. “I… feel great now, actually. Other than my shoulder. It’s still a little tight.”

Izuku’s eyes had been glued to her breasts. The towel was just barely holding on. But her words made him wince, “It uh… scarred.” Momo gasped, “I really wasn’t expecting that.” He said, his voice quiet.

Momo’s hand shot up to her shoulder, feeling the muscle he had bitten. She could feel the scars, and she really didn’t know what to think about that. But her quick action had another consequence.

Her towel finally slipped, revealing her glorious breasts to them for the first time. Her areolas were larger than Nejire’s and nearly the same color as her skin, appearing like pale, little ghosts. And her nipples… ‘Sh-she has innies.’ Izuku and Nejire were apparently sharing the same brain cell as their mouths filled with drool.

“Eeep!” Momo squeaked again in embarrassment as she crossed her arms to hide them. ‘Th-they saw them!’ She knew her nipples weren’t normal! They looked nothing like her mother’s! Nor any of the girls she’d seen in the changing room! But despite her embarrassment, it was clear to her new nose that her friends had liked the sight. The scent wafting more off Nejire than Izuku was making her heat up and want to squeeze her thighs together. And she didn’t need her new, sharper vision to see how much Izuku liked it.

After the unsexiest hickey in history, this was rapidly turning into one of her novels again. She hesitantly dropped her hands, “Y-you don’t think they’re weird?”

Izuku’s voice was husky as he sat up, “They’re beautiful.” He said, and Momo couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine.

“Much nicer than mine.” Nejire teased, sitting up too. With a cheeky grin, Nejire pulled off her shirt. Momo’s face went red as she reached back and unclipped her bra, flicking it away. “See?”

Momo’s throat felt very dry as she stared, “I think they’re lovely.” Oh, this was really happening, wasn’t it? She didn’t know if her heart was ready for this yet!

Nejire didn’t get that memo, getting on her knees. “You’re so pretty, Momo.” She whispered in the raven-haired woman’s ear before kissing her jawline, and then her neck. Momo let out another squeak as she descended further, before lifting one of Momo’s massive teats. “So heavy.” She grinned and gave Momo’s nipple a little lick that sent another shiver up her spine. She smiled up at Momo, their eyes locking, before latching on with a cute, “Nom.”

Momo let out a moan as her best female friend started to suckle her right nipple. She couldn’t believe what was happening and her heart was fluttering. She almost didn’t notice Izuku kneeling in front of her as well.

“So beautiful…” He drew her attention with a gentle hand on her cheek, and then his lips were on hers.

‘My- My first kiss!’ Momo gasped as he claimed one of her firsts, which was all he needed to deepen it. ‘Oh my god!’ Momo mentally screamed as his calloused hand found her left breast, kneading it gently. What Nejire had been doing had felt good, but it was like his touch had turned a dial. Now, her lips and tongue and his hands felt amazing. She let out another lurid moan into his mouth as her hand found purchase in his hair, pulling him closer.

He reached down with his other hand, slipping it into her shorts and giving her bare ass a squeeze. She was just as soft as Nejire, if not quite as big. She moaned again and he pulled back, leaving her kneeling there with a glazed look in her eyes and her tongue sticking out, a thin line of drool falling on her breasts. He smirked at her and leaned down too, claiming her other nipple.

Momo let out a short scream. He was a bit rougher than Nejire, biting down gently in a way that might have terrified her after the last bite if it hadn’t felt so damn good. And it made Nejire start being rougher too, seeing how much she liked it. “Oh my god!” She moaned again as Nejire’s much daintier hand joined Izuku’s inside her shorts. Despite what they were already doing, she couldn’t help the luminescent blush that crossed her cheeks as they spread her. She bit her hand to stifle the moan that escaped her.

Izuku pulled back, revealing that her hidden nipple had peeked out from its hiding spot. He grabbed her hand. “Don’t.” He murmured into her ear. “We want to hear you.”

“Izuku!” She mewled as he picked her up and swung her around. He placed her on the bed and grabbed both her breasts, both her stiff nipples being squeezed between his fingers. Once again, she felt a weird sort of heat flow through her, “What?” She asked as she looked at them. Her… her breasts were getting bigger. Why were her breasts getting bigger? They felt full. Izuku smirked as he gave her some rough squeezes. “AH!” Momo cried out as milk spurted from them. ‘W-Why am I LACTATING?!’

Izuku and Nejire both latched onto her teats, drinking her milk. And Momo had never felt anything so good. Her hips were jerking up and down as she grabbed both of her new lover’s heads, trying to hold them down. She wasn’t nearly strong enough for Izuku. “So tasty.” He growled, before returning to her breasts. His hand trailed fire down her stomach as he slipped past her shorts and panties without hesitation. He brushed past her curls before cupping her dripping sex and slipping two fingers in.

“AHHHHH!” Momo screamed as she came. She had barely ever experimented, even alone. She had never known pleasure like this existed. Her back arched up as her heels dug into the mattress. When she finally came down from her high, her bottoms were completely soaked through, and her chest was heaving. “That-that was-”

“Zuzu’s hands are magic, aren’t they?” Nejire grinned at her, her mouth still dripping with milk. Momo didn’t get a chance to answer as Nejire kissed her, swallowing her moan. Izuku backed off, grabbing Momo’s soiled shorts and panties and slipping them off her body, negligently throwing them across the room. They still landed in the bathtub.

He spread her legs and pushed them up. Nejire was apparently reading his mind because she straddled their new lover and trapped her legs with her body. She had already thrown off her shorts, leaving her just as bare. Izuku activated Sexual Calibration again, getting rid of all of her hair and leaving her perfectly sensitive and lubricated. Momo’s eyes were wide as Nejire started grinding, rubbing her pussy against Momo’s. “Ne-Nejire!” Momo moaned, reaching up and beginning to squeeze her breasts. Izuku got to work with his tongue, licking her ass. “I-Izu! T-that’s dirty!”

“Zuzu’s got plenty of sexual abilities.” Nejire grinned down at her. “It’s not dirty at all.” She reached back and started fingering her pussy.

Momo’s sweet moans filled the air and Nejire’s joined hers a moment later as Izuku’s thick fingers penetrated her asshole too. Nejire’s grinding increased in speed as she felt her end fast approaching. “Oh! Oh! OH!” She and Momo came at the same time, squirting all over one another.

They panted as Nejire fell forward, kissing the lovely woman once again. After a moment, she pulled back. “I think it’s Zuzu’s turn to feel good, don’t you think?” She smiled down at Momo. The ravenette nodded rapidly, eyes still wide. The two sat up. All of Momo’s doubts had already evaporated and eagerness had replaced it. She initiated a kiss for the first time as Nejire worked his shorts down. “Hehe, what do you think, Yaomomo?”

Momo broke their kiss to look down, and her whole body locked up. “What?” She squeaked in shock, arousal, and no small amount of fear. It was just so intimidating with its huge size and all those bumps and ridges. “Th-there’s no way it will fit!” She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

Izuku grinned as he palmed her ass. “It’ll fit.” He promised, murmuring in her ear. “Nejire takes it like a good girl every day. Are you going to be a good girl for me, Princess?”

“Yes, daddy!” Momo’s traitorous mouth made noise with no input from her brain. Her face immediately went red.

But Izuku only had his cock twitch. “That’s right, Princess.” He said, “Daddy will take good care of you.” He brushed her stiff little clit and started to rub.

“Nuh, uh! We have to take care of daddy first, Momo. He still hasn’t had a chance to cum.” Nejire said, grabbing her hand. “Come here. I have a little something Zuzu loves.” She pulled Momo away as Izuku laid down on the bed, already grinning in anticipation. She pulled open one of her drawers, “Just pick a color.” She said, grabbing her Zuzu’s favorite: black.

“Lipstick?” Momo was confused for a moment, before she thought about it. And then she blushed, grabbing the best red Nejire had. The two took only moments to apply the lipstick and then returned to the bed, hand-in-hand.

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky with two gorgeous girls like you?” Izuku muttered. Nejire had heard it before, but Momo flushed.

The two crawled over to him and Nejire wasted no time at all placing a kiss on his balls. Momo was a little shier, instead kissing his thigh and then his pelvis. Nejire kissed the side of his shaft and Momo, feeling a hunger she’d never felt before, went for the head. The two rapidly marked him over and over, applying the lipstick as many times as they needed to. Izuku’s crotch, pelvis, and upper thighs rapidly filled with deep black and ruby red marks. He loved it.

Finally, Nejire started to suck his cock while pushing Momo’s head down to his balls. Momo obediently took one of his large testicles into her mouth, sucking and licking inexpertly. Despite that, Izuku was groaning in pleasure as she and Nejire switched.

“Relax your jaw-” Nejire started to give Momo advice as she prepared to blow their boyfriend for the first time, only to stop short with her own jaw hanging open as Momo pressed her nose into his pelvis.

“FUCK!” Izuku jerked in surprise.

“Oh my gosh! Even I’ve never done that!” Nejire said in awe as Momo nuzzled him with his cock in her throat. “I want to be Yaomomo when I grow up!”

Momo pulled back, leaving a ring of red around Izuku’s cock right at the very bottom. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and leaving a wet trail where she went. Izuku was squeezing the sheets tightly as she narrowed her mouth near the tip, sucking hard enough that there was an audible pop as she pulled off entirely. She let out a little hiccup, “I… uh… have no gag reflex. My Quirk…” She blushed as she trailed off.

“Mouuu, I’m going to get that entire cock in my throat if it’s the last thing I do!” Nejire declared, doing just that and getting about three-fourths of the way before hitting her limit. Momo grabbed his balls and gently massaged them as she started licking his shaft as Nejire ascended. “Dang it!” The bluenette cursed.

Izuku chuckled, “It’s a new record for you, Neji-chan.” He grabbed both of their heads and brought them closer until they were practically making out around his cock. The two managed to synchronize as they moved their heads side-to-side, up-and down on his cock. The two worked him, getting their hands all over his body until he burst. A huge amount of cum shot out and landed on the two girls. Nejire, knowing how delicious he was due to Calibration, immediately went for the head and began to suck.

Momo hesitantly reached out with her tongue to lick some of the cum that had landed on her cheek, and her eyes went wide. She quickly used her hands to get it off her face and into her mouth, before muscling in and joining Nejire in milking their lover. “W-Why is it so tasty?!” She asked when they were finished, surprising her new lover when she started licking the rest off her face.

“Hehehe, Zuzu’s powers are amazing.” Nejire answered, before licking off some of the cum Momo had licked off her own face. The two kissed, Nejire reaching down and grabbing Momo’s ass to lift her and put her down on the bed. She broke their kiss and crawled up, straddling Momo’s face.

As Nejire spread herself for Momo, Momo knew what she wanted. She leaned up, tasting Nejire’s pussy for the first time and finding she liked it. She didn’t know if it was Izuku’s powers, but it didn’t really matter. Giving Nejire all the pleasure she could did.

Izuku chuckled, “Good girl.” He said as he got up, giving her right teat a squeeze. Momo moaned as he spread her legs and positioned himself. He groaned as he popped into her pussy, feeling Momo jerk. He pushed in slowly until he came to her barrier and allowed her to adjust. Unlike Nejire, Momo didn’t have an army of toys. Nejire reached back and started rubbing Momo’s clit with short, rapid strokes. Momo moaned into her pussy, her tongue buried inside of her. It felt so good that she reached up and started copying Nejire, getting a delighted moan out of their blue fairy. Izuku smiled at the sight as he finished pushing past her barrier and bottoming out inside of her.

Momo screamed as she was stretched to the fullest. Her tummy was distended from his size. It didn’t hurt at all with how aroused she was, and it instantly made her cum. She shook beneath them, her legs sticking into the air and trembling. She was squeezing Izuku so hard, he knew he would have cum instantly if it had been his first time.

He grabbed her legs and pushed them back a little farther. Nejire held them under her arms. Izuku seized his first girlfriend and pulled her back for a deep kiss as he stayed still, letting Momo get used to his girth. “Love you.” he purred in Nejire’s ear as he grabbed her breasts and started massaging them, earning a loud moan as Nejire continued to grind into Momo’s mouth.

Momo’s hips had started to jerk, and so Izuku pulled back until just the tip was still inside her ultra-tight pussy and forcing his way back in. “!” The muffled squeak was music to his ears. He pulled back again, feeling every ridge and fold inside of her try to hold onto his cock. It just felt so fantastic. Finally, when he instinctively knew she was ready, he started pistoning in and out. Momo’s loud cries were only muffled by Nejire’s pussy, and the sight of her massive, jiggling breasts just made Izuku get harder.

Their new lover was on a hair-trigger apparently, and it took only another minute before she was squeezing him like a vice again, squirting all over him. Nejire had also cum, shaking in place over Momo.

The young woman was gasping for breath as Nejire got off of her, helping Izuku roll her around. Momo moaned in loss as he pulled out entirely and obediently got on her hands and knees. Her eyes bulged and she screamed, “IZUKU!” As he pressed his cock into her tight asshole next. “OHHHHHH!” Nejire beamed as she slid beneath Momo, positioning them in the ‘69’ position. She attacked Momo’s clit with her tongue and her G-Spot with her fingers as Izuku sat still, again letting Momo get used to his size. “M-My ass!” Momo wailed, almost giving her two lovers whiplash. They didn’t think Momo even knew any swears. “Y-you’re going to ruin my ass, daddy!”

Izuku chuckled and raised a hand, bringing it down with a sharp CRACK on Momo’s ass. She let out another scream and slumped forward, again trembling in place. “That’s right, Princess. Who does this nice, thick ass belong to?” He asked once she had relaxed again.

“Y-you, daddy!” Momo managed to get out, nuzzling Nejire’s pussy. “A-And Nejire-chan.”

“Good girl.” Izuku said as he began pounding her, filling the room with loud claps. Momo devolved into incoherent moans, shrieks, and squeaks as Izuku gave it to her exactly as hard as he knew she’d like it. Nejire didn’t give her any respite either, eating her pussy like it was her last meal. Momo came again and again, her body ultra-sensitive even without Izuku’s Calibration.

Finally, Izuku felt his own orgasm building again. Right before he peaked, he pulled out over her gaping asshole and stuffed himself fully into her pussy. Momo had her most intense orgasm yet as he filled her to the brim with cum. He actually had to hold her up, so she didn’t just collapse. When she collapsed bonelessly, he gently lifted her into his arms and put her on the bed. She was out of it. Her eyes were open, but the lights were out. She was on a whole other planet at the moment.

He looked over at Nejire and grinned as he saw her heaving chest. She was gasping for breath, her face and hair completely soaked from how much Momo had cum all over her. He grabbed her leg and pulled her over, folding her back so he could mating press her. Nejire let out a delighted scream of her own, which was muffled by his lips as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him as he pounded her too.

…

Momo woke with a start, flinching as she heard a scream. She looked up and saw Nejire cumming so hard that she was honestly afraid for the girl’s spine. She didn’t know how long she had been out, but clearly it hadn’t been long enough to tire the beast that had been devouring them out.

And then her eyes widened and she sat up, reaching down to her poor, abused pussy and running her fingers up her slit. Her fingers came up white. “Oh my god! Y-you came inside?! I- I could get-”

Izuku had the audacity to chuckle. “Don’t worry, Princess. My abilities ensure it can’t happen. So you can rest assured, I’m only going to breed you when I’m damn well ready.”

Momo stared at him, her eyes wide, and feeling herself heat up at his words. A blush crossed her cheeks as she envisioned it for a moment. She and Nejire wrapped around Izuku, their bellies full and heavily pregnant. She eyed their panting fairy and started to crawl over. She needed to do something nice for her senpai for allowing this. She did the same thing Nejire had done earlier, positioning herself over her face and leaning forward so she could tongue Nejire’s clit in the sixty-nine position. Nejire let out a happy moan as she went to work, licking and sucking her clit as Izuku slowed his pace. She started to kiss Momo’s thighs and occasionally lick her pussy, a bit too tired for the vigorous attention she’d given her earlier. Momo was enraptured as she watched her lover’s pussy hold tight to Izuku’s cock every time he pulled out.

Izuku grabbed her hair and forced her head up as he took his cock out of Nejire. He pressed it to Momo’s lips, and she didn’t hesitate to take him into her mouth. “She tastes good, doesn’t she, Princess?” Momo nodded, savoring his cock and Nejire’s juices, letting out an unhappy noise as he pulled out and stuffed himself back into Nejire. “Don’t worry, Princess, you’ve been a good girl for us. After you eat this next load out of Neji-chan’s pussy, I’ll give you your reward.”

Another pulse of heat went through her at his words. She reached over, grabbing his balls and trying to coax her treat out of them. Izuku chuckled as he continued to fuck Nejire, occasionally burying himself in Momo’s throat before continuing.

Finally, he blew, filling his blue-haired girlfriend to the brim. “There you go, Princess. Make sure you get every drop while I get a drink.” He said, pulling out and walking over to the kitchen. Momo wasted no time doing just that, moaning along with Nejire as she ate her out. “Are you ready for your reward, Princess?” He asked when he came back, looking reinvigorated.

“Yes daddy!” Momo was eager for more. She had recovered far faster than she had expected. Something she knew she owed to her new lycanthropy.

“Then lay back and put your legs behind your arms.” Izuku ordered.

She hurried to do so, eagerly awaiting whatever her ‘reward’ was. She had turned into a degenerate so quickly. She was not prepared for Izuku to grow a second, identical cock right above the first. “What?” Momo squeaked out. Izuku chuckled at the look on her face as he positioned himself at her front and back entrances. “WHAT?!” She still didn’t believe it until she was stuffed fuller than she ever had been in her life. “DADDY!” She screamed, rousing Nejire.

She giggled, “Ooh, giving it to her good on her first night, Zuzu?” She asked as Momo’s wails filled the room.

“Good girls get rewards.” He purred back as he continued to pound their new lover.

Nejire giggled as she got up. “I’m thirsty.” She said, but instead of getting off the bed, she crawled over Momo and latched onto her breast. “Mhmmm, still so tasty.” She said after a few minutes of drinking the even bustier girl’s milk. “You should try it, Yaomomo.” She said, feeling her breasts start to fill up instantly. Izuku had learned that, while he needed to be hands on for the first time, once he did, he could just mentally trigger Lactation. She grabbed her own teat and squeezed, squirting some milk into a surprised Momo’s mouth.

“Oh!” Momo let out a moan before latching on. The two girls drank eagerly from each other as Izuku continued to groan, pounding her harder and faster until he buried himself as deep as he could go and came. Again, Momo almost whited out from the pleasure properties of his cum. The ravenette was exhausted as he pulled out, leaving her gaping holes dripping globs of white out.

Momo thought for sure that they were done. They had to have been at this for over an hour at this point! But as Nejire got up, she saw Izuku hadn’t even flagged. ‘I-Is this why Nejire will share? Because Daddy is an insatiable beast?!’ She thought to herself as Nejire crawled over and started to suck the lower cock of his and Momo’s fluids. Momo felt her mouth water as she joined the bluenette, swallowing his upper cock whole.

The night devolved into complete debauchery after that, as if it hadn’t already been. Izuku proved ravenous, taking them again and again. Momo loved every minute of it, but she had to admit her favorite was when Nejire topped her like she was going to mating press Momo. Instead, Izuku’s twin cocks penetrated them both as the two girls kissed lovingly. The three had to have been at it for hours, and she simply couldn’t understand how they weren’t all raw and chafing after one. Finally, just when Momo thought she was going to pass out, Izuku took them both into the shower.

She and Nejire could barely stand as he gently washed them and then himself. His cock had finally gone soft, hanging limply between his legs. Momo enjoyed his pampering and gentle kisses, as did Nejire. Finally, he gathered them both up and took them to bed, getting all three of them under the (somehow clean???) covers. The two beauties were wrapped up with him and had zero intention of letting go.

Still, Momo couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of regret. “Ohh, classes are going to be awful tomorrow.”

“Huh?” Izuku asked, wondering if she knew something he didn’t.

Momo giggled, “We were at it for hours, Daddy.” She mumbled tiredly, “We’re going to be exhausted.”

Nejire joined her in giggling tiredly. “You sure about that?”

Momo blinked in confusion. Izuku chuckled as well, “Look at the clock.” He told her.

She let out a tired moan as she turned around. And then she blinked at the clock in complete confusion. It said 21:19. The last time she had looked at it, it had said 21:15. “What?” She asked, completely baffled. “Is it broken?”

Nejire laughed fully, “It’s not the clock that’s broken!” She sang.

Momo whirled around, “Explain!”

Izuku was giving her a ‘cat that had caught the canary’ smile. “One of my Gacha rolls makes it so that if I’m having sex or engaging in intimacy, time slows to a crawl. We stuffed four hours of sex into those four minutes.”

Momo stared at him, completely agog. Nejire was right. The clock wasn’t broken. His powers were. And the first words to come out of her mouth when she had the length of time they’d had sex for quantified were: “How are we not dying of pain from being rubbed raw?!”

“Tantric Healing and Sexual Calibration.” Izuku had another wide grin on his face. “Speaking of which, your werewolf scars are gone.”

Momo’s hand shot to her shoulder, and she let out a noise that was part incredulity, part delight, and part sheer disbelief as she felt her smooth, blemish-free skin. “Oh my god, your abilities are stupid.” She said in complete and utter awe.

“Yup!” Nejire chirped, “Speaking of which?” She poked Izuku. “Any tickets?”

Izuku checked and let out a chuckle. “Feat Achieved! You have had your first threesome, eclipsing most mortal men in the process. Gold NSFW-Only Ticket rewarded.”

“Huh, that’s the same rank you got for having sex with me the first time.” Nejire mumbled.

“Well, let’s see then.” Izuku was definitely no longer going to complain. Probably.

[Gold NSFW-Only Ticket rolled!

You have acquired: Blessing of Zeus!]

“Oh god.” Momo mumbled.

“Literally!” Nejire’s eyes were wide too.

[Type: Trait

Rarity: Elite (4.9)

Description: You have been blessed by Zeus! There is nothing you can’t fuck!

…

What did you expect? You gain increased charisma, fertility, and talent in the carnal arts. Transformation Abilities are easier to use and cost less energy.

...Oh, and your lightning-based abilities are stronger too.]

The three laid there silently for a moment. “I don’t suppose you have any of those sorts of abilities?”

Izuku snorted, “Not one.”

“I suppose you’ll have to be satisfied keeping our wombs stuffed.” Nejire grinned cheerfully.

Momo flushed. She wanted to admonish the girl for the crude statement, but, well…

Evidence to the contrary and all that.

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Momo had been extremely convinced that the entire thing had been an extremely lurid dream she’d had in a fit of lust over her best friends when she started to wake. The hand gently running through her hair almost made her jump off the bed in fright. She startled awake and stared wide-eyed at Izuku. “Well, good morning, Princess.” He gave her a lazy smirk.

‘Oh my god, it actually happened.’ Momo stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Hmm…” He murmured, letting go and reaching down.

SMACK!

“AH!” Momo yelped as Izuku groped her ass. She went bright red, “M-Morning, Izuku…” SMACK! “AH! Izuku!” She yelped again as he gave her a matching handprint on her other cheek. A third SMACK had her realizing what he wanted. “D-Daddy please!” She mewled as she felt his finger start to rub her asshole, “W-We can’t! We have class!”

“Class can wait.” Izuku grinned, “Or did you already forget one of my powers?” Oh. Oh, right. “We have all the time in the world, Princess.”

Momo’s heart fluttered as she hurried to mount him. “W-What are we now, Daddy?”

Izuku grabbed her hips as she positioned him at her entrance. “I thought it was obvious, Princess.” He yanked her down onto his throbbing erection, drawing a deep moan from her. He pulled her so that she was laying on his chest and gave her a loving kiss. “You’re ours.” He said possessively when they broke apart and she sat up.

“For as long as you want to be.” Nejire murmured as she got up too, smiling slyly as she got behind Momo, gently grabbing her beasts and starting to kiss and suckle on her nape.

Momo did something she hadn’t done since she was eleven as she eagerly started to grind on Izuku’s lap: She lost control of her Quirk. Her chest began to glow with rainbow lights and then three rings popped out of her breasts and landed on his chest. She stopped rocking immediately, going completely still, before her face rapidly started to turn purple. She was mortified.

Izuku let out a laugh as he grabbed one and regarded it, “Well, that answers that.” He said, his eyes glowing, “She wants to be ours forever.”

“Fine with me.” Nejire beamed as she squeezed Momo’s nipples.

The formerly refined lady let out a moan. Honestly, what had she been so embarrassed by? Her lovers were perfect. She had nothing to be embarrassed by. She reached back and grabbed Nejire by the hair, turning her head so that they could kiss as she began fucking Izuku again. If this was what she had to look forward to for the rest of her life, she’d be one happy Princess indeed.

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The rest of the month passed without much incident. Some of the class marveled at Momo’s greatly increased strength, though they had been able to keep her race change a secret for now. Kyōka hadn’t been able to look him or Momo in the eye without blushing for at least three days, something which amused him greatly when he realized why.

Normally, they would have been getting ready for the U.A. Sports Festival, but that had been done away with in the first year after All Might’s death. The Sports Festival had been held as normal, and then, on their very first internships, roughly half of the first-year students got seriously injured by villains who already knew their Quirks long before U.A. had trained them sufficiently to overcome it. Pro Heroes were meant to be able to face villains who knew about their Quirks and abilities. It was all public record in one way or another by the time they debuted officially. Kids were not Pro Heroes.

Nezu finally got his wish and managed to pull the event from the curriculum, arguing that other schools like Shiketsu got their students internships all the time without it. The Board had cried foul over losing all that revenue, but at that point, Nezu had been out of fucks to give.

So now, rather than focusing their attention on upcoming showboating, they were focusing hard on basic training. Miruko hosted Rescue Races, where the goal was to get somewhere as fast as possible to rescue someone in ‘danger.’ She held battle trials where they fought each other. She had Aizawa hold Quirkless, hand-to-hand combat seminars. She had Snipe and Lady Nagant show up to teach them how to handle villains with guns. She even encouraged them to learn how to use guns if they felt that weapons would add something meaningful to their repertoires. She even had them study historical examples of disasters and the heroic responses to them.

Finally, in the middle of May, she announced something that got them excited. “Alright brats,” They all grinned, knowing the battle bunny meant nothing by it. Hell, half of them were convinced it was Miruko being affectionate. “So, today was the final lesson I had planned for basic bitch training.” Half of them laughed, a quarter of them still were goggling at the impropriety, and the last quarter just felt excited. “So congrats, you made it past the first hurdle! Now, we’re going to move onto more specialized training, starting with a month of Rescue Training!”

“Awesome!” Mina yelled, grinning brightly.

Miruko grinned back, “Ayep! Now, you all should have an idea of how your costumes work in combat already.” She said, “Now we’re going to find out how they work in rescue. We’re going to be doing various scenarios and some of your costumes might end up legitimately useless in some of them. I’m looking at you, Midoriya, Iida.”

Izuku and the bespectacled boy blinked at being singled out. “My costume has a lot of history behind it, Sensei!” Iida chopped his hand at her.

But Izuku got what she was saying, “But I doubt it will help us at all if we have to deal with deep water.” Iida’s eyes widened, “If anything, it might put us in danger.” He rapped a fist on his breastplate.

“Mhm, good eye, Midoriya.” Miruko nodded approvingly. Izuku was one of her best students for a reason. “Those costumes are light for what they are, but they’re still far heavier than, say, Ashido-chans.’” She pointed a finger at the pretty pink woman.

Izuku grumbled, “Honestly, after having the breastplate wrecked in a few of our battles, I’m wondering if I shouldn’t just go back to the drawing board completely.” The suit of armor had been amazing, but surprise, surprise, there was a reason people didn’t wear suits of armor anymore.

“Good. Keep insights like that in mind. We’ll see how you feel once you’ve completed your first day of Rescue Training on Friday.” Miruko said, “We’ll be at it for the entire day. Be ready to take the tram off campus at eight sharp on Friday.”

Izuku still felt amused that U.A. had enough money that they could afford to build their own tram network almost solely to shuttle the students around from facility to facility. As Miruko leapt away, he looked around at his classmates. All of them looked super eager, and he was totally looking forward to it.

Well, most of them looked eager. Katsuki, looking almost like a beaten down dog, just stomped away. After his loss to Izuku in their first trial on top of a rather negative assessment by Miruko that only he had been allowed to see, he had outright deflated. Izuku losing that second trial to Fuyumi had made things worse, because it showed him that Izuku could be beaten and that he had just been unable to win. Watching an ego get utterly crushed in real time had been something.

In a complete reversal of their elementary and middle school days, now Katsuki was the one on the outside looking in. Izuku had formed good relationships with almost everyone in the class. He and Nejire were dating Momo. Kyoka had joined their group and had started teaching them how to play some of her instruments once he and Nejire got their private ‘performance’ from the girl. Izuku was learning the violin, Nejire was learning the bass, and Momo was showing her classical training with the keyboard (aka piano.)

But that wasn’t all. Mina had impressed all of them with her mad dancing skills, and that had led to the formation of a heroics dance club of all things. Izuku, Nejire, Momo, Tōru, Camie, Kaminari, Setsuna, and a few other students from Group B (Kaibara, Awase, and Rin) were a part of that one.

Then there was the martial arts club, where he, Mirio, Kendō from Group B, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu (yes, that was a real name. All four kanji of his name were some form of iron or another.) Shishida, and a couple more occasional participants regularly beat the brakes off one another.

He regularly swam with many members of both Groups, with Asui Tsuyu in particular being the best on campus, beating even the upperclassmen.

Hell, Izuku, Tokoyami, and Kuroiro had found a joint love of one ‘spooky’ thing and had formed a sword-fighting club. Great way for him to learn how to properly use his twin blades, and both Tokoyami and Kuroiro actually had formal kendo training, even if both of them preferred Western swords. To their surprise, Yui, Camie, and also Yanagi from Group B joined them for this one. Momo joining to practice with a staff made it a bit more of a ‘weapons’ club and had attracted Fuyumi as well.

And that was to say nothing of the various study groups around.

Essentially… Izuku was the popular one for the first time in his life, while Katsuki had become the loner. It was just… it was almost everything he had always dreamed of, but had always assumed he’d never be able to get. It just… it made him so happy to be here, reaching for his dreams and surrounded by like-minded, amazing people.

Today was a dancing club day, so they all made their way downstairs after dropping off all of their gear in their rooms. Nejire and Momo were in mouthwatering spandex, and he was just in a tight tee and a pair of shorts as they walked downstairs.

As they walked, they heard someone thundering up the other way. Mina came into view, taking steps three at a time. “Midori! Nejire-chan-senpai! Yaomomo!” The pinkette yelled excitedly.

“Mina!” Momo admonished, “You shouldn’t run up the stairs!”

“Oh, I’ll be fine!” She said as she bounced closer, “I-” Aaaand she slipped on a wet spot from when someone had dropped a water bottle. “WOAH!” They all tried to catch each other, completely failed, and Mina’s hand snagged something as she went down. “Owowowowow… Shoot, I guess you were-” Mina’s mouth stopped moving as she looked up and instead, she just stared. “What?” She managed to squeak out.

Izuku was vaguely horrified to find himself with his shorts around his ankles. And with how often Nejire and Momo had pantsed him the second they were alone to blow him, he had unconsciously Calibrated himself to immediately get to full mast in a Pavlovian response. All of which was just a long way of saying that he was now hovering right above Mina, casting a shadow over her face as she stared in complete awe and shock.

Everyone just stood still for a moment, unable to believe the series of events that had just taken place. Izuku wasn’t even trying to reach down to grab his shorts because he was pretty sure that with their position on the stairs, it would just end with him ‘pointing’ directly at her.

In the end, it was Nejire who broke the ice with a giggle. “Hehehehe, you’re a triceratops, Mina-chan!”

Momo turned around and sprayed the wall with her unladylike, “Pffft!”

“It’s my biggest horn too…” Mina’s mouth moved without her permission and her face went lavender. She clapped her hands to her face. “I-Why is it hard?!” She wailed, peeking between her fingers. Izuku and Momo could both smell the scent of arousal building in front of them. ‘Holy shit, I knew it was big from our first Heroics class, but it’s huge!’

“Oh, that’s my fault.” Nejire grinned, “I’ve done that to him so many times it just goes like that immediately.” She was grinning like the cat that had caught the canary.

“I’ve been Pavloved!” Izuku moaned, mortified. Nejire and Momo started to giggle. “Uhh, can you… pull my shorts up, Mina-chan? I can’t reach without… uh… well, poking you.”

Mina’s face burned as she reached down with one hand, yanking his shorts up until he could fix himself. “I’m just going to… go now.” And do what, she wasn’t sure. She mechanically stepped between him and Momo and started to walk up past them.

“We’ll see you at the dance hall in a few minutes, Mina-chan.” Momo chirped slyly, a beatific smile on her face.

Mina let out a mewl as her back went stiff, “Yeah, right. Dancing. We-” She stopped and then whirled around, “Hey, wait a minute!” She said, before pointing right at Momo. “Why aren’t you freaking out?!” It was Momo’s turn to realize she had made a slight error in judgement. “You didn’t even blink at that monster!”

And then Nejire delivered the coup de grâce, “Oh, Yaomomo’s had it deeper down her throat than I have!”

This time it was Momo’s turn to be embarrassed. “NEJIRE!” She wailed, clapping her hands to her face as Mina’s jaw dropped.

‘Wait! Senpai SHARES?! YAOMOMO IS FUCKING HIM TOO?!’ Mina made a keening noise and then ran the fuck away.

“No, seriously, did that really just happen?” Was the last thing Mina heard as she rushed for her room, with Nejire starting to cackle in response to Izuku’s question.

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Dancing had been an… awkward affair that day, or at least up until Mina found her groove and hyperfocused on her favorite activity. They all went to their rooms tired, but content. But even then, the next day Mina kept her second favorite activity – gossiping – to a minimum. She still was a little shellshocked from the revelations and was perfectly glad to have a mind-melting day of boring classwork she needed to pay attention to. She even made it all the way through the day without thinking about it too hard.

Only then her three partners in crime apparently decided she needed an intervention. Tōru and Camie each grabbed one of her arms while Setsuna declared, “Excellent work, Officers Utsushimi and Hagakure! Escort the criminal to her room!”

“Guys?! What’s going on!” Mina whined a little as was basically dragged to her room.

“You are under arrest for the crime of being totally down and unlike yourself, girl!” Camie declared.

“What?!” Mina protested weakly, “I haven’t been-”

 “Do not compound your crimes by LYING!” Tōru declared dramatically. “Anything you say can and will be held against you!” She added as Mina whined.

Which was exactly the wrong thing to say, because Mina’s mind immediately jumped elsewhere and her cheeks started to turn lilac.

“Ohohohoho!” Setsuna started to laugh, “Well, isn’t that interesting!” Soon enough, they were ensconced in Mina’s room, “So, what’s the deal, bestie?”

“Yeah, spill girl! You almost fell over during dance yesterday! You weren’t paying ANY attention.” Camie said.

Mina let out another keening moan as she clapped her hands to her face, “Okay, okay, but it does NOT leave this room!” She declared, glaring at her friends, “I seriously do not want to cause any problems here and I don’t know if what happened was something to just laugh off or otherwise! If this spills its seriously friendship over!”

“Woah, if it’s bad, then it’s okay, Mina-chan. We don’t need to know!” Tōru was wide-eyed. Camie and Setsuna were equally shocked.

“No!” Mina shook her head, her fluffy locks swaying, “It wasn’t anything bad! It was… embarrassing, sure, but more what happened after was sort of shocking.”

“Hmm, Tōru-chan, sound barrier.” Setsuna ordered.

“Aye, aye!” Tōru said, holding out her hands and using her force fields to completely encase all of them in a box that would allow zero sound through in either direction. Everything went completely and rather creepily silent. Camie outright shuddered at how weird it was.

Mina sighed, “Okay, so after classes and before dance yesterday, my dumbass was practically leaping up the steps three or four at a time, right? I run into Midori, Yaomomo, and Nejire-chan-senpai on the way up, and I trip.”

“Ouch.” Camie winced.

Mina blushed, “I still can’t believe what happened. I trip and try to catch myself… they try to catch me… and instead I grab possibly the worst thing I could have grabbed.” Her cheeks went pink as her three friends went wide-eyed before grinning salaciously. “I just barely avoid a trip to Recovery Girl to fix my busted ass teeth and then when I look up, Midori is just standing there, stunned, with his fucking dick hovering over my face!”

The three screamed, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Before they started howling in laughter. “You fucking pantsed him?!” Setsuna cackled, almost literally falling apart.

“How big was it?!” Camie asked eagerly.

“!!!!!” Mina made another inhuman sound and clapped her hands to her face. “Bigger than my future!”

“PFFFT!” Tōru had to turn her head to spray out some spittle. Camie and Setsuna were both cackling merrily.

“No, you don’t understand! It was HUGE! I have no idea how Senpai can even walk if they do it anywhere near as often as Tōru thinks they do!” Mina asserted. Tōru had walked by their door a few times on the way to her room, and while very muffled, she could definitely hear the sounds of a woman in ecstasy.

“Girl, you’re hyping him up way too much!” Setsuna laughed, “Zuku’s awesome and all, but-”

“Wish Senpai hadn’t got there first!” Camie whined, “I’d totally be all over him, but I’m not a homewrecker.”

Tōru blushed, “His muscles…” She said a little dreamily.

“Right,” Setsuna coughed, a tiny blush of her own on her cheeks. “So what happened next?”

“Well,” Mina coughed, still blushing lilac, “With the way we were positioned, he couldn’t grab his shorts without… poking my eye out with it, so he asked me to just slide them up so he could grab them.” The girls all snickered, “And then I just… tried to pretend nothing happened and walked past them.”

“How’d Yaomomo take it?” Camie asked, “With how prim and proper she is, she probably ended up as red as her costume!” The two girls giggled.

“Yeah, about that.” Mina drawled, “And here’s the part I was seriously conflicted about that has to stay secret.” Their eyes widened, “Yaomomo didn’t bat a fucking eyelash!”

Tōru’s jaw dropped, “Are you serious?”

“What the hell?!” Setsuna was equally wide-eyed, “Shit, I thought our friendly, sheltered heiress would barely know what one looked like!”

“Yeah, well apparently fucking not, cuz according to Senpai she’s had his dick deeper down her throat than Senpai has!” Mina blurted out.

Her three friends froze. “Wot?”

Tōru sounded a little awed, “The one true threesome?”

“I don’t know!” Mina whined, “Maybe? Probably?! I kinda ran away after that!”

Camie started to cackle, “Oh, that’s so freaking rich, fam!” She rolled back onto her back, belly-laughing and kicking her feet in the air.

Setsuna snickered, “What’s so funny, huh?”

“That fucking gremlin that got expelled!” Camie howled, causing Tōru and Mina to both twitch and then start laughing merrily too.

Setsuna thought about it for half a second and started to snicker too. “Heh, almost wish he was still around to see someone else living his dream.” She took a deep breath, “But anyway, I can totally get why you were out of sorts, Mina-chan.”

“Right?!” Mina yelled, “I have no idea what to do here! Like, Senpai didn’t have to tell me that Yaomomo likes deep-throating her boyfriend! And probably in front of her if she knows about it! Why would she tell me that?! I’ve been losing my mind!”

“Heh,” Setsuna continued to snicker, “Senpai does have zero filter, so maybe she just didn’t think.”

“Or maybeeeeee…” Tōru had a catlike grin on her face, “She was hoping to see you try to beat her record too~”

Mina’s face exploded in lavender. “TŌRU!” She wailed. “YOU’RE NOT HELPING!” The other girls all burst out laughing again.

“Not gonna lie though,” Camie said, “If the answer is the fun one I’m gonna be all over it fam.” It was the whole reason she’d come to U.A. and not Shiketsu, which was much closer to her home. The military-style education where relationships were forbidden until graduation was totally grody.

Tōru blushed, “Muscles…”

“Heh,” Setsuna grinned, “Now this seems like a mystery with all kinds of fun implications. We’ll just have to see where it goes, hmm? But enough about that for now.”

And with that, thankfully for Mina’s sanity, they finally got off the topic. And instead started talking about something else that had her vibrating in excitement and Setsuna whining that she wasn’t going to get her turn until Monday: The upcoming rescue training. It was going to be so much fun!

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Yay! Finally going to the USJ! I’m sure nothing ominous is brewing in the background or anything.

Anyway, yes, I did, in fact, write out the Sports Festival arc in its entirety! The Sports Festival Arc can’t kill my fic if I don’t have a Sports Festival Arc! LMAO

Edit: Oh, and I forgot to mention! This had me fucking ROLLING on the floor. Adept Kama Sutra? I ROLLED that. :rofl: I wasn't even going to fuck with sexytime stuff again until the next NSFW-only ticket but I fucking rolled that. I was HOWLING.