Chapter 2150 - Erotic Hero

"Ugh..." Rui muttered, his head throbbing like a jackhammer was set loose inside his skull.

The last thing he remembered was chugging sake bombs with his buddies after another soul-crushing day at the office.

Now? Now, he was lying on something that felt suspiciously like a futon, but the air was thick with the scent of... wet socks? And something else... something strangely floral and feminine, like a woman's perfume mixed with fresh sweat after a workout.

He pried his eyes open, wincing at the harsh light filtering through paper windows.

His body felt... different.

Lighter, stronger, his muscles humming with an energy he hadn't felt in ages.

And lower down, was a subtle twitch in his groin, as if his cock was waking up more eagerly than usual, responding to that floral scent like it had a mind of its own.

Still in a daze, he looked around.

The room was small, sparsely furnished, and undeniably Japanese in style.

But it wasn't his cramped apartment in Tokyo.

Not even close.

Panic began to bubble in his chest.

Had he been kidnapped? Drugged? Was this some kind of twisted prank by his colleagues?

He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness slammed him back down, his skin prickling with unfamiliar sensitivity.

Ow.... Why did his head hurt so much?

[Ero-Hero System Initiated]

A voice, cold and mechanical, echoed directly in his mind.

Rui froze, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"What the hell...?" he whispered, his voice raspy.

[Transmigration Confirmed. Host: Rui Tanaka]

[System Booting...]

[Analyzing Host's Predilections...]

Rui's mind reeled at that.

Transmigration? System? Host?

What the hell? He cleaned his eyes with a shaking fist but the images were still there.

This had to be a dream.

A really, really fucked up dream.

But the metallic tang of fear in his mouth felt all too real.

From all the trivia he's read, transmigration only happens if you... die, right?

Rui couldn't even remember anything as horrible as dying.

Thinking back on it, Rui had faint images of himself taking a taxi home last night in a drunken haze, getting to his apartment and falling into his bed but now he was here...

The only logical conclusion he could draw was that he.... died in his sleep!?

[Analysis Complete. Target Universe: My Hero Academia]

His eyes widened. My Hero Academia? The anime? The one with the ridiculously overpowered heroes and the even more ridiculously proportioned babes... the creator really had a thing for thicc bitches (but damnnnnn the girls were sexy! Ochaco's perky tits! or Tsuyu's sleek, flexible body... the things he could do with that body!)

But wait-

He was in that My Hero Academia!?

A jolt of... something... shot through him, completely overshadowing the fear.

Was that... excitement?

At that, his cock hardened slightly against the fabric of his pants, the system's scan feeling like a teasing probe into his dirtiest thoughts.

[Ero-Hero System Operational]

[Accessing Host Interface]

Suddenly, a screen shimmered into existence before his eyes, filled with glowing text and icons.

It was like something straight out of a video game.

Portfolio:

Name: Rui Tanaka

Age: 16

Quirk: None (Currently)

Ero-Points: 0

Skills: Average on all fields (Slightly above average in... stamina. System Note: Likely due to excessive... self-practice.)

Ero-Hero Arsenal:

[Lewd Lens]: (Inactive) - Detects Ero-Points potential in targets.

[Compulsion]: (Locked) - Puts selected targets in a more susceptible state. (Requires Host to conquer first target)

[Naughty Nectar]: (Locked) - A potent aphrodisiac. (Requires 10000 Ero-Points to unlock)

[Harem Haven]. (Locked) - A personal dimension for... relaxation. (Requires 100000 Ero-Points to unlock)

[Other items will be revealed soon....]

Rui stared at the screen, his jaw slack. Stamina? Self-practice? Did it mean....

Oh...

The system was a goddamn pervert! And what the hell were Ero-Points? And a Harem Haven?

This was getting more insane by the second. However, hi cock, traitorous bastard that it was, twitched involuntarily at the implications, a warm pulse of arousal stirring in his groin as forbidden possibilities flooded his mind.

Gulp!

He swallowed around his suddenly dry throat, shifting uncomfortably at the pulse of heat in his groin.

"Uh, Mister, uh, I mean, system, uh, Sir?" he stammered tentatively, his voice cracking. "What are Ero-Points?"

[Ero-Points are awarded for engaging in... stimulating activities with suitable targets. The more... enthusiastic the participation, the higher the reward.]

"Oh.." Rui's face flushed crimson, heat spreading down his neck to his chest.

So, it was exactly what he thought it was.

A system that rewarded him for... getting laid. In My Hero Academia.

With all those... heroines!

He could already picture it! Momo's full breasts heaving as he pinned her down, Midnight's curves writhing under his touch, Ashido's soft moans echoing while he thrust into her tight pink pussy, Tsuyu's slick tongue wrapping around his throbbing cock.

His breath hitched, dick hardening against the fabric of his pants, the fabric tenting noticeably as pre-cum beaded at the tip.

All his hesitations abruptly fled and an idea began taking shape inside his skull.

He was definitely dead in his old world or at least indisposed, so he had free reign to do whatever and whoever he wanted here....

Before he realized it, a mischievous grin spread across his face.

This could be... interesting.

More than interesting! it could be a nonstop fuckfest of epic proportions.

But then he frowned.

There was something else the system mentioned...

Scanning the screen, he noticed the age typed out there.

Sixteen? He was sixteen again?

He looked down at his hands, turning them over.

They were smaller, leaner than he remembered, fingers nimble and unscarred by years of mundane labor.

He felt... lighter. Younger. His skin tingled with renewed sensitivity, every nerve ending alive and humming, especially the ones concentrated in his groin where his erection strained for attention.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the lingering dizziness and stumbled towards a small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall.

The face that stared back at him was familiar, yet different.

It was his face, but younger, more innocent with smooth cheeks begging to be touched and lips fuller and ready for sinful kisses.

His black hair was shorter, spikier, tousled in a way that screamed boyish charm, and his eyes held a spark of joy he thought had been snuffed out when he reached his 30s- now ignited with a hungry, hungry gleam.

"Holy shit, Rui," he breathed to his reflection, a predatory glint in his grey eyes as he adjusted his hardening cock through his pants, savoring the firmness there.

(Ah, he was definitely bigger this time around too! This shit was just getting better and better.)

"Looks like you've been given a second chance. And this time, you're going to make the most of it, starting with burying your dick in every hot heroine you can corner."

Suddenly, the door to the room slid open with a soft rasp, revealing a woman standing in the doorway.

She was short, with a round face and kind eyes that crinkled at the corners.

She wore a simple blue kimono that hugged her ample figure, the fabric shifting to hint at the soft swell of her breasts and the gentle curve of her hips.

Her graying hair was pulled back into a neat bun, a few stray strands framing her warm smile.

"Rui-kun," she said, her voice gentle and laced with concern, stepping closer so the faint scent of jasmine wafted toward him. "You're awake. I was starting to worry."

Rui stared at her, his mind racing even as a flicker of unexpected warmth stirred in his chest-mingled with the persistent throb of his arousal.

Who was this woman? And why did she look at him with such... affection?

Her presence felt oddly comforting, yet his pervy brain couldn't help but note the way her kimono draped over her body, imagining what lay beneath.

"Uh... hello," he said, his voice still a little rough from sleep. "Who are you?"

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, her hand fluttering to her chest. "Rui-kun? Are you feeling alright? It's me, Obachan, Your grandmother."

Grandmother? He didn't remember having a grandmother. Or even living in a traditional Japanese house for that matter when he was sixteen years old.

This transmigration thing was even more messed up than he thought.

"Obächan," he repeated, testing the word on his tongue. It felt... strange. But not unpleasantly so.

Maybe his new body retained some things even as he hijacked it, unconsciously priming him for the conquests ahead.

"Come, come," Obachan said, beckoning him forward with a soft wave of her hand, her kimono sleeve brushing against her skin. "You must be hungry. I've made your favorite miso soup and grilled fish."

Rui hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Now that she mentioned it, he was starving.

And maybe, just maybe, he could get some answers from this... grandmother of his.

He followed her, trying futilely to avoid the alluring sway of her hips, into a small, cozy kitchen, where the aroma of miso and fish filled the air.

Obächan bustled around, setting a place for him at a low table.

As he sat down, he couldn't help but notice the calendar hanging on the wall.

The date read: April 1st, 22XX.

He choked on his own spit. 22XX?.not 2025?! He was really in the future! The future of My Hero Academia!

Low-key, he still felt like he was in some kind of fevered dream that he would wake up from with cum crusted boxers and a mouth full of his bedsheets but the sight of small details like this made it seem all the more real to him.

It made his head spin.

Feeling like he was about to start screaming from hysteria, he ate in silence, barely tasting the simple meal.

Meanwhile, Obachan watched him with a concerned expression, occasionally reaching out to pat his hand (which didn't really help the almost painful state of his arousal)

"Rui-kun," she said finally, breaking the silence. "You've been acting so strange since you woke up. Is something the matter?"

Rui just blinked at her, deadpan.

How could he explain to her that he was a middle-aged salaryman who had been reincarnated into her grandson's body after a night of drinking? That he had a spanking new system that rewarded him for... frankly very perverted acts?

He decided to start with something simpler. "Obächan," he said, "I... I don't remember much. About my life, I mean. Can you tell me about myself?"

At his words the old woman's face softened, a small smile. "Of course, Rui-kun. You're a good boy, with a kind heart. I've raised you all hy myself after your jīchan passed away. Your parents-," Her smile became strained at that, "Well, they work overseas so you don't get to see them as much but they love you very much. You've always dreamed of becoming a hero, just like All Might. You're a bit... shy, especially around girls. But you're a hard worker."

Shy? Him? The system clearly hadn't updated her on his extracurricular activities in his previous life.

Rui loved to fuck. And it showed. Especially in his browser history and lack of dating life.

It was all he really thinked about when the days at the office got so soul crushing and the he couldn't wait to call up one of his booty calls and the fact that he got transmigrated into an anime known for sexy women with a system that is actively encouraging him to make them his personal sextoys was, well, damning.

"And... what about my Quirk?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Obächan's expression immediately clouded over. "That's... a difficult subject, Rui-kun. You haven't manifested your Quirk yet. You're already sixteen, and most children develop their Quirks by the age of four. I'm... worried about you. It's why I can't let you become a hero. It's too dangerous."

Huh?! What did she mean no Quirk?!

That was a problem. A big problem.

How was he supposed to become a hero, let alone... pursue his goal to fuck every sexy hole in this universe, without a Quirk?

Then he remembered the system.

The Ero-Hero System.

And the other gifts he had been so graciously offered by it.

Maybe, just maybe, he didn't need a Quirk.

He had something even better.

He excused himself from the table, claiming he needed to rest.

He retreated back to his room and locked the door.

Taking a deep breath, he concentrated and brought up the system interface, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he looked through his options before finally deciding.

"System," he said, his voice low and determined. "Activate Lewd Lens."

[System Alert: Lewd Lens Activated]

The world shimmered around him, and a new layer of reality overlaid his vision.

It was like looking through a heat sensor, but instead of heat, he saw... sexy potential.

Bemused, he looked through the walls, to the direction he had come from.

A faint, pink aura surrounded Obachan as she cleared the dishes in the kitchen.

Above her head, a set of small numbers floated: 500,

Five hundred Ero-Points? For his own grandmother?

The system was messed up.

But he couldn't help but look at the old woman's wide hips and large D cup tits that bounced with every motion of her picking up the plates.

There was definitely potential there....

Swallow!

He gulped down the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, heat shooting down his spine and to his half hard cock he had been valiantly trying to ignore in the presence of a ridiculously hot milf.

That was his grandmother.

'Okay, note to self even 50+ year old women aren't safe from me!"

But really, in the grand scheme things the fact that she was this body's relation (she wasn't really his grandmother and he didn't even have one in his old life) or that was she an old lady didn't really matter to him.

He himself was in his thirties regardless of his new look and liver spots and grey hair had never stopped him from chasing an attractive piece of ass and by kami did his granny have ass.

Given the chance, he was definitely going to tap it.

Hmmm, well since this entire transmigration thing is a chance at getting his dick wet without any pesky things like morals or responsibilities getting in the way, maybe-

[Host has to wait for the allocated time before starting a mission that will enable him to gain "compulsion". Host should exercise patience. The system will give you your allocated time.]

Anddd there goes his plans of dragging his granny into his room and rocking her world.

Rui pouted. Hard. He felt like stomping his feet too.

He wanted sex! And he wanted it nowwww.

But, he could be patient.

Couldn't mess up before he even got started!

He looked at the interface again, eyes zeroing on compulsion.

He would need it if he was going to get into UA without the old woman getting in the way as well as for the more stubborn obstacles he would face in getting his personal fuck meats.

And to get it, all he had to do was 'Conquer' (Aka make his target cream her pants like a teenager) said milf.

He smiled.

***

Later that night, after the evening meal and stoically enduring his Obāchan fussing over him with warm smiles and gentle touches that sent arousal through his painfully horny body, Rui lay in his futon, staring at the ceiling.

The house was quiet, the only sounds were the distant chirp of crickets and the soft creak of settling wood.

His mind raced with the day's revelations; the system, the world, the endless possibilities of plowing into those busty heroines.

But his cock remained half-hard, unsatisfied, throbbing against his thigh as he replayed the subtle sway of Obachan's hips when she served him food this evening.

To him, this lack of self control was one backdraw of being in an adolescent body.

Even after he beat his meat three times before and after dinner, he could find no relief.

He sighed.

'All this edging better be worth it or I'm gonna throw hands with this shitty system

Suddenly, a faint blue glow flickered in the corner of his vision, pulling him from his thoughts.

Finally!

[New Mission Unlocked: Claim Your First Conquest. Seduce and conquer Obachan to earn initial Ero-Points. Reward: 500 Ero-Points, Unlock Basic Skill - Gentle Compulsion. Failure Penalty: Temporary erectile dysfunction. Accept? Y/N]

Rui's heart pounded, his dick surging to full erection at the words. Fuck yes.

This system knew how to push his buttons by making him wait all this time but the time was finally here!

He mentally selected Y, a rush of adrenaline flooding his veins, making his balls tighten with anticipation.

[Mission Accepted. Target: Mio Tanaka aka Obächan (Affinity Level: Familial Bond - Bonus Multiplier x1). Proceed with caution; sleeping state increases success rate by 30%.]

He slipped out of bed, his bare feet padding silently across the tatami mats.

The hallway was dim, moonlight filtering through paper screens, casting ethereal shadows.

His cock bobbed with each step, pre-cum slicking the head as he imagined the forbidden act - ramming into the woman who called him grandson, her mature body yielding to his youthful thrusts.

"Fuck..." He nearly moaned, feeling almost light headed from the rapid influx of blood to his cock.

Obāchan's door was slightly ajar, a sliver of soft light from a lantern spilling out.

Rui pushed it open slowly, the hinges whispering like a conspirator.

There she lay on her futon, sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

The thin yukata she wore had loosened in her slumber, one shoulder exposed, revealing the pale curve of her neck.

Her gray-streaked hair fanned out like a halo, but Rui's gaze dropped lower, filthy visions assaulting him.

He pictured flipping her over, spreading her ass cheeks wide, and shoving his cock deep into her tight little asshole while she gasped in shock.

Or pinning her down, forcing her legs apart to lick her wrinkled pussy until she begged for his seed.

His breath grew ragged, hand instinctively stroking his shaft through his loose pants, the veined length pulsing hotly.

God, he wanted to defile her completely - cum on her face, make her choke on his dick, turn this sweet old lady into his personal cumdump.

Stepping further into the room, his eyes scanned the low table beside her.

A small bottle caught his attention pills, labeled with kanji he quickly understood as sleeping medication.

A smirk twisted his lips, dark and predatory.

"This will make it much easier, he murmured to himself, voice husky with lust.

No resistance, just pure, uninterrupted access to her body.

[Progress Update: Target sedated. Stealth bonus activated. Ero-Points pending: +100 for preparation.]

Ohhhh, he really loved this new world.

-x-X-x-

Could Rui really be this lucky? Was it alright for him to be this fortunate?

Slowly, Rui knelt beside her, heart hammering as he reached out, fingers trembling with excitement.

He tugged at the sash of her yukata, loosening it with deliberate slowness.

The fabric parted like a gift unwrapping, exposing her heavy breasts - sagging slightly with age but full and inviting, nipples dark and pebbled in the cool air.

Lower still, the yukata fell away from her hips, revealing a thick bush of dark pubic hair framing her pussy lips, plump and hidden in shadow.

He didn't want her fully naked just yet, so he stripped her partially, pulling the yukata down to her waist and leaving her upper body bare while the lower half remained partially covered.

Teasing what was to come. He shivered in delight.

More confidently now, his hands cupped her large tits, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs circling the hardening nipples.

They overflowed his palms, warm and yielding, veins faintly visible under the skin.

Why was an old woman so sexy?! He nearly scoffed in disbelief.

Although her body wasn't the taut perfection of a heroine, She wasn't unfit either, with a relatively small waist and a well proportioned body, there was a ripe, forbidden allure - the weight of her breasts begging to be played with, the subtle scent of her skin mixing with that of faint soap from her shower.

Rui leaned in, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the tip.

"Hmnnnm.." He moaned deliriously around the tit in his mouth while kneading the other breast roughly, pinching the nipple between fingers and twisting, eliciting a soft, unconscious sigh from her lips.

His cock ached, leaking steadily now, but he held back, savoring the taboo thrill.

[Mission Progress: 25%. Physical contact initiated. Arousal detected in target. Unconscious response boosting multiplier.]

Emboldened, his hand trailed down her belly, soft and rounded from years, dipping between her thighs.

He parted her legs gently, the yukata bunching up, exposing her fully.

Her pussy was warm, folds slightly parted, a hint of moisture gathering already.

Rui slid two fingers along her slit, tracing the outer lips before pushing inside.

She was tighter than expected, walls clenching around his digits as he pumped slowly, curling them to rub her inner spots.

Juices coated his fingers, slick and musky, her body betraying her slumber with natural lubrication.

"Fuck, even a grandma's cunt gets wet," he whispered filthily, free hand jerking his cock free from his pants, stroking the thick shaft as he finger-fucked her deeper.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The squelching sounds filled the quiet room, his thumb pressing her clit in firm circles.

Mio stirred faintly, a murmur escaping, but the pills kept her under.

Finally, after one more brutal thrust, Rui withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, tasting her tangy essence.

Kamiiii. It tasted so good!

Withdrawing his fingers, he locked eyes with the wet entrance before diving in face-first.

He spread her pussy wide with his thumbs, tongue lapping flat against her folds, from asshole to clit in long, hungry strokes.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly, while his nose buried in her bush.

Her hips twitched involuntarily, grinding against his face as he devoured her, tongue thrusting inside her hole like a mini-cock, slurping up her increasing wetness.

[Progress: 60%. Oral stimulation advancing. Target arousal peaking - orgasm imminent for completion bonus.]

Rui ate her out ravenously, cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder, fingers returning to plunge in and out, stretching her.

"A-ah!" The old woman whimpered brokenly, the first full noise she had made since he started.

Before he knew it, her breaths had quickened, body arching subtly.

Suddenly, she shattered! Pussy convulsing around his tongue, a gush of fluids squirting onto his chin as she orgasmed hard, thighs clamping his head.

Obāchan's eyes fluttered open, blurry with confusion and lingering pleasure, her voice a gasp. "gods! Hu-Rui-kun? What... oh gods, what are you -"

But before she could fully process, the system chimed.

[Congratulations Host! Mission Complete: First Conquest Achieved. Ero-Points Awarded: 1000 (Bonus for familial target and stealth). Unlocking Skill: Gentle Compulsion - Subtly influence target's will.

Level Up: Stamina +1. New Mission Teased: Expand the Harem - Target UA Heroine.]

Rui lifted his head, lips glistening, a wicked grin on his face.

"Relax Obachan. You've had your fun... Now, it's my turn." he whispered as he positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance, ready to claim the full reward.

Obāchan's eyes were wide in shock, the lingering haze of her orgasm breaking into raw terror as reality crashed back down onto her.

Her small hands flew up to shove at Rui's broad shoulders, surprisingly strong for a small womawn her age fingers digging into his skin with urgency.

"Rui-kun! No, stop this madness right now!" she shrieked, her voice hoarse and breaking, body writhing beneath his weight.

She bucked her hips wildly, trying to dislodge him, her legs flailing against the rumpled sheets of the futon.

Sweat-slicked skin slapped together as she twisted, her heavy tits heaving with each desperate breath.

'Noooooo! Help! Somebody, please-get this demon off me!" Her cries echoed off the thin walls of the old house.

But the night swallowed them whole, no footsteps rushing to her aid, no savior bursting through the door.

She was alone.

And she was all his.

Fuck yes.

Rui hovered over her, his lips curling into a predatory smirk, eyes gleaming with dark delight at her futile resistance.

The way her body squirmed only grounded her soaked pussy against his throbbing cock, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine..

And he fucking enjoyed every second, drinking in the sight of her flushed face contorted in panic, tears already streaking down her weathered cheeks.

It was intoxicating, really.

He tutted in amusement. "Look at you, Obächan," he drawled, voice dripping with mockery as he clamped one hand around both her slender wrists, slamming them down above her head.

His free hand roamed greedily over her curves, squeezing one full tit until she yelped.

"Fighting like a wildcat now? After you just flooded my mouth with your nasty granny squirt? Pathetic.

You're nothing but a cock-hungry whore pretending to be innocent."

At his words, her face flushed, even her ears blooming red with blood and her protests grew more frantic, legs kicking higher, one heel grazing his thigh.

"I said stop! This is wrong- I'm your grandmother, you wicked child!"

But Rui's amusement only deepened, his hips rolling forward to tease her folds with the swollen head of his dick, smearing her slick along the underside.

However, his smile dropped when one particularly skilled kick landed on his ribs.

Okay that was enough struggling for now.

She might actually injure him at the rate she was going!

"System," he ordered, eyes narrowing at the wild ones locked on him, "Activate Compulsion."

[System Alert: Gentle Compulsion skill unlocked and activated. Target's emotional state: High resistance (90%). Recent orgasm boosts success to 80%. Input command to influence. Caution: Overuse may cause temporary mental strain on the target-]

Bla bla bla. Let her be brain dead for all he cared, as long as she had a fully functioning pussy Rui didn't really give a shit about anything else.

Since his sexual awakening, Rui had always had something.... of a dark side when it came to fucking.

He was mean in bed, yes, and many of his conquests had liked that about him but he always felt like he wasn't giving it his all.... Wasn't tapping into that dark cruelty that would land him on the to-block list.

He couldn't help but hate it whenever he had to slow down or (ugh) ask about their feelings.

He wanted to push his sextoys, to shove and pull, and watch as they break and scatter into ashes of their former self.

Until there was only the needy wanton creature that thrived under the skin of every homosapien.

It was fucked up, he knew.

And to his credit, he tried as much as possible to hide that part of himself from everyone.

But now, this power..... seemed to open the door to all of his basest and nastiest wants and desires coupled with the ability to get each and every one of them.

This system would give him everything.

And he couldn't wait for it!

Eyes darkening, he leaned down, his hot breath fanning her red little ear, the subtle power of the arsenal humming through his veins like electricity.

A faint, ethereal shimmer danced in his irises, invisible to her panicked gaze.

"Listen to me, Obachan," he murmured, words laced with hypnotic intent, burrowing into her mind like roots.

'You are going to crave this. I bet you've been dreaming of your grandson's fat cock stretching your dusty old pussy for years. It's not fair, you know. You came like a faucet on my tongue, screaming and soaking everything, but I haven't busted my load yet. You owe me. Now stop struggling, spread wide and beg for it, you desperate little cum-dump."

The compulsion hit her like a punch in the gut, her struggles faltering mid-push.

Her eyes glazed, pupils dilating as confusion flooded her features, warring with an unnatural heat blooming in her core.

Her pushes turned to weak tugs, hips stuttering in betrayal. "W-What... no, I don't... but it... ah, gods, why does it feel so..."

She trailed off into a whimper, thighs quivering as they parted slightly against her will, her slick folds spreading invitingly.

Tears spilled freely now, but her pussy clenched greedily, aching for his cock.

[Compulsion Successful: Resistance crushed to 30%. Arousal spiked +150%. Ero-Points +50. Arsenal proficiency increased - next use efficiency +5%.]

Giving a hum of approval at the effectiveness of compulsion, Rui released her wrists, knowing she wasn't going anywhere till he was done with her.

Instead, he gripped her thighs, nails biting into the soft flesh as he pried them apart obscenely, knees hooked over his elbows to fold her in half.

Finally he had her pussy gaped before him, pink and glistening, lips puffy from his earlier abuse.

Ahhh. It was such a pretty sight!

Excitedly, he dragged his big cock through the mess, the thick veins pulsing against her clit, tip nudging her hole with deliberate cruelty and watched as his pre-cum mixed with her juices, creating slimy strings that connected them to each other.

'Feel how wet you are for me, Bachan? Your sloppy cunt's practically begging me to ruin it. Bet no one's fucked you this good since Grandpa kicked the bucket." he chirped.

But Obachan shook her head violently, eyes glazed as they zeroed on his member, sweat soaked hair whipping across the pillow in denial of what was about to happen.

"No, please! I don't want to! It won't fit, Rui! Please, have mercy! Y-your thing is monstrous, it'll tear me apart! I'm too old for this! Please let me go!"

Her voice cracked as she cried, hands fluttering uselessly at her sides, torn between pushing him away and clutching at his arms.

But her body arched traitorously, entrance fluttering around his probing tip like a good little cockwhore.

'Fit or not, I'm shoving it in," Rui said, eyes narrowing with sadistic glee. "And you will make room for me."

With that said, he aligned himself with the wet hole and not giving her any time to argue with him, thrust in savagely, the bulbous head popping past her rim with a wet schlick and forcing her walls to yield.

Just like that, half his length sank in, her pussy stretching taut around him like a glove that was too small, inner muscles rippling in protest of the intrusion.

"Fuck yes! tight as a virgin! One hundred percent approved!" he cackled maniacally.

He didn't give her time to adjust, yanking back only to slam forward again, bottoming out with a meaty thud, balls smacking her fat ass.

She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that morphed into a moan as his cock lanced through her innards.

"Aaaah! Too deep -!"

Her nails raked down his back frantically due to the intense pleasure, drawing red lines, but Rui reveled in it, the sting fueling his lust.

He set a brutal pace, hips snapping like a whip, cock pistoning in and out with obscene squelches.

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! Please!" her cries were like music to his ears.

Each plunge battered her cervix, the ridges of his shaft scraping her sensitive walls raw.

She wailed, legs trembling.

"R-Ruiii!!!"

"That's it, cry for me while I fuck this dirty old hole," he moaned, voice rough.

One hand clamped on her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, the other hand pinching and slapping at her tits until they reddened, nipples diamond-hard.

"Mmn! Rui!"

But she still got wetter at the abuse, her juices frothing around his base and dripping down to soak his sack and the futon below.

"Your pussy's sucking me in like it never wants to let go. Admit it. You're loving every inch destroying you. Fucking moaning like the slut you were born to be." he snarled before bending over her, forcing her body to follow the movement and leaned in to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, tongue invading her lax mouth, tasting her tears and saliva.

She was obviously trying very hard not to lose to his sexual prowess (heh) but the compulsion twisted everything into ecstasy, her cries fracturing into throaty moans.

Her hips jerked up involuntarily, meeting his thrusts with sloppy desperation. "Ah!... Feels so good... ahn, Rui-kun!"

Her second orgasm ripped through her without mercy, swollen cunt convulsing in violent spasms, walls milking his cock like a fist.

"Nhhhhhhhhh!!!" She squealed, back bowing off the futon, a gush of fluid squirting around his invading shaft, soaking his groin.

[Orgasm Tracked: Climax #2 achieved. Target's pleasure threshold exceeded. Ero-Points +500. pursue additional peaks for exponential rewards.]

Rui groaned in triumph, not missing a beat, fucking the little whore harder through the aftershocks, his cock churning her froth into milky cream.

"Another one down, you greedy thing. Cum again! show me how your beautiful body breaks for grandson dick."

He angled his hips, grinding his huge head against that spongy spot inside her, relentless pressure building the next wave.

Her moans turned animalistic at the change in pace, slutty and unrestrained, even as tears carved rivers down her face.

She clawed at the sheets, drool bubbling at her lips, lost in pleasurable bliss....

... By the third climax, her voice was wrecked, spouting nonsense between gasps. "Can't... too much.... filling me up... oh fuck!"

Her cunt clamped down again, harder this time, rippling waves that nearly pulled Rui over the edge.

He bit down on his lips, holding it off, while his fingers dug into her ass cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear into her.

[Climax #3: Intensity rising. Ero-Points +50. User's stamina holding - target's endurance dropping 20%.]

At the message, he slowed down fractionally, savoring the way her body quaked, then ramped up once more, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving chest.

"You're dripping your juices all over me, Obachan. Look at you being so dirty, creaming like that on family cock." He couldn't stop talking, every words pushing the woman to the edge over and over again.

It made her fourth orgasm rise slower, almost torturously, her cries a mix of pleas and pornographic whimpers.

Giggling, Rui just twisted her nipples harder, the pain spiking her pleasure, and she fell to pieces in his arms again, screaming his name as her pussy flooded again, inner thighs slick with her mess.

In the throes, as her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she shuddered, eyes unfocused, Rui seized the moment.

He hadn't just masturbated like a recluse in his room all afternoon, he had also used that time to search more about the world he now lived in and so he knew that the UA entrance examinations had already ended but the recommendation slots....well from what he remembered from the anime those would still be available after the airhead left for Shiketsu.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze to his. "Obāchan, listen to me. I need you to make sure I get into UA's hero course regardless of the fact that I'm quirkless. Pull every favor, bribe whoever you need to.

Just promise me that you'll get it done."

The compulsion amplified, weaving his demand into her lust-addled mind.

She nodded jerkily, spit trailing from her open mouth, tits jiggling with residual tremors. "Y-Yes... hero course... I'll call them... enroll you... anything for you, Rui-kun..." Her words slurred, thick and submissive, another mini-spasm rocking her core.

[Commitment Extracted: UA Enrollment secured. Influence level: High. Bonus Ero-Points+20. Path to harem expansion opened.]

Emboldened, Rui flipped the script on her pleasure, hammering faster, the bed creaking under their frenzy.

"Good girl, "he praised breathlessly, watching in delight as she seemed to flush at the words, practically preening.

Rui himself felt euphoric at his accomplishment and it showed as he kept up a steady stream of filth to the addled woman.

"Gonna flood this worn-out womb with my cum, make you want and full and swell so prettily for me. Your pussy's ruined for anyone else hag. loose and gaping from me, you're all mine, Mio, Mine. Now cum for me."

Her fifth orgasm exploded at his words, the most intense one yet, her entire body seizing as she howled, pussy squirting in arcs, drenching them both.

*Cumming! Cumming! I'm cumming so hard on your huge cock! Don't stop, please! She begged like the depraved womanshe was, hips grinding back and legs seizing beside his head.

[Climax #5: Peak achieved. Ero-Points +500. Session level: Extreme. bonus: degradation.]

Rui's control snapped at her debauched display, balls drawing tight.

"Here it comes, Obachan!" He cried happily, positively giddy as he buried to the hilt, cock erupting in thick, hot spurts, painting her depths white.

Rope after rope pumped into her, overflowing to trickle down her crack, his groans mingling with her whimpers.

He rocked through it, grinding deep, ensuring not a drop was wasted.

Finally, the old woman went limp, breath still hitching, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion. "Y-you're Done...

finally... let me sleep, Rui... I can't take more..." she murmured weakly, body twitching from overstimulation, cum leaking from her battered pussy.

But Rui's eyes flashed with hunger, pulling out with a filthy squelch, strings of mixed fluids connecting them.

He flipped her onto her belly roughly, yanking her hips up until her ass was high, cheeks spread to reveal her puckered hole and dripping slit.

"Dream on, Obachan. That was just the warmup. Your little hole is next. I'm gonna ass-fuck you until you're begging for me to fill it too."

The woman whimpered. "Rui no..."

But he slapped her ass, hard, in reproach, the crack echoing, watching it jiggle and darken to pink as he positioned his still-hard cock at her rear entrance.

"Rui yes!" He countered.

[System Update: Target has been successfully added to the harem. Keep up the good work Host.]

Rui grinned, almost feral with lust."Brace yourself granny." He said darkly before thrusting into her ass harshly.

Mio Tanaka shrieked.

Then came for the sixth time.

It was going to be a very very long night.

-x-X-x-

The air in the living room hung heavy with the musky tang of sweat and raw sex, the low kotatsu table groaning under the relentless rhythm of their rocking bodies.

Obächan's yukata clung damply to her skin, hiked up crudely around her wide hips, exposing the soft, jiggling flesh of her ass as Rui drove into her from behind.

His thick cock plunged deep with each forceful thrust, the slick, wet sounds of her pussy gripping him echoing off the tatami mats.

Her dark hair cascaded in disheveled waves over her shoulders, sticking to the sheen of sweat on her neck, while her ample breasts swayed sexily beneath her, nipples hardened into dark peaks from the constant friction against the table's edge.

It was almost a full week of this dirty routine.

Days and nights blurred into a haze of endless pounding, her body yielding to him in truly spectacular ways.

Rui's hands dug into the plush give of her hips, fingers leaving faint red imprints on her pale skin as he jerked her back onto his cock, loving the way her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him like a velvet vice.

At the edge of his vision, the system's blue interface flickered to life.

[System Interface: Ero-Hero Dashboard]

[Ero-Hero System:]

[Name: Rui Tanaka]

[Age: 16]

[Level: Beginner Ero-Hero]

[Ero-Points: 4,750]

[Skills: Stamina +25%, Strength: +28% (Multiplier: x3.2. Passive Boost from Repeated Conquests of harem member)]

[Ero-Hero arsenal: Gentle Compulsion (Lv. 3)], Lewd Lens (Active)]

[Achievements Unlocked: Incest Breaker (x2 Multiplier on Family Targets), Whore Tamer (Submission Rate +50%)]

[Quirk: Advanced Senses (Falsified)]

[Harem Dimension: 1 Slot Occupied (Obachan - Loyalty: 92%)]

He smirked, thrusting deeper to grind against her cervix, making her gasp and arch her back just because he could.

The system rewarded every load dumped in her holes, every orgasm ripped from her aging body.

He gave a low whistle in appreciation.

"Damn, look at these numbers," Rui muttered, voice low and smug as he checked the achievement log.

As he had come to find out, stamina was stamina and each daily fucking session had cranked his endurance, turning him from a regular teen body into something definitely superhuman.

After the first fifty orgasms, he could sprint for two hours without breaking a sweat now, leap across the two meter tall fence around the property, and even scale the side of their large traditional house like a spider if he pushed it.

Strength had followed suit when he reached a hundred.

He could lift up to a 100kg now! Something he couldn't even dream of doing in his old life.

And the multiplier? It ticked up with every new 'conquest' or milestone, promising exponential gains.

No wonder the system dangled it like bait; it made railing Mio not just satisfying, but also gave him a power-up.

"Fuck, Obachan," Rui growled, turning away from the interface, his voice a husky rumble, leaning forward, his chest pressing into her back. "You're turning into the perfect little slut for your grandson. Look at you, taking every inch of my cock like it's the only thing that matters."

She hollowed her spine instinctively, pushing her ass higher, her body trembling with desperation, her lips parted in a breathless gasp. "Yes, yes, Rui's cock is the only thing that matters. Please Rui use it to defile me and fill this old pussy until it's overflowing with your seed!"

The constant use of compulsion wove through her each word but after days of relentless conditioning, her pleas rang with genuine hunger, her hips grinding back to meet his thrusts with sloppy urgency.

Her initial resistance had melted under the system's influence, her body betraying her with slick arousal.

Now, she initiated as often as he did, her eyes glazing with lust at the mere sight of the bulge in his pants.

She was truly his personal slut now.

And she did as commanded without questions.

Take point, his enrollment into the prestigious UA academy.

Apparently Obāchan had been a hero in her youth (which made a lot of sense as to why she was his first target).

She had been the 'Silver Sentinel, a low tier pro hero with a minor enhancement quirk that gave her periodic boosts due to the increased amount of regenerative cells in her body, healed minor wounds and kept her running at a hundred percent when most would be on their way to a fatigue coma.

She was literally a walking energy drink.

Also good to know was the fact that her quirk also gave her basically no refractory period (due to said rapid regeneration of her cells) which he abused relentless when he fucked her to orgasm again and again.

Unfortunately, she had fallen in love and got pregnant at the ripe age of 19 which had derailed most of her delusions of being a great hero as she chose to become a housewife and take care of her daughter.

But Mio still had the contacts of some big shots in the industry, colleagues and friends who had managed to make their mark in hero society.

Coupled with the fact that his late grandfather had been a part of the Hero commission before he retired, it made it pretty easy to scam his way into UA.

The morning after he'd wrecked both of her holes, she'd managed to drag herself to the phone to make good on her promise, voice still hoarse from all the screaming and had quietly pulled some strings for him to gain entry.

Messages to two retired pros who graduated from UA as their alma mater and one call to a chair person on the hero commission, and boom!

Rui Tanaka was in UA by recommendation.

He didn't even have to go for an entrance exam like the masses or even a group recommendation test with the other pro hero kids.

Due to the discreetness of his admission, all he had to do was a personalized trial to 'assess potential.

The exam itself had been a joke, thanks to his boosted skills.

They'd set him up in a secluded training ground on the UA outskirts: an obstacle course rigged with mock villain bots, climbing walls, and agility pits, followed by a written test on hero ethics and quirk theory.

Rui had breezed through it two days ago, his enhanced stamina letting him dash across the course without fatigue.

He scaled a 20-foot tower in seconds, fingers digging into concrete like it was clay, then dismantled the three level 1 bots with precise strikes, denting their metal plating.

The proctors, the gun-hero whatever his name was and cementos had blinked in surprise at the sight of his 'Advanced Senses' quirk in action, which was what had been listed on his registration documents Obāchan had submitted at his command.

Adavnced senses gives the user heightened reflexes and almost superhuman agility, his brand new quirk registry file read, a perfect cover for him in the hero school.

No one questioned it; why would they, when he performed like a gold medal olympian?

He did all this because scrutiny was the last thing he needed (Especially from that cunning rat of a principal!)

Not when his real goal was building a harem of UA's finest bitches, those spandex-clad bodies ripe for conquest.

Obāchan was just the starter pack, her daily milkings padding his points and powers.

However, rui couldn't help the flicker of disappointment tugged in his chest amid the haze of pleasure.

Midnight hadn't been among the proctors during his testing.

He'd been nearly frothing at the mouth to get a glimpse of that whip-cracking seductress with her hourglass figure straining against her skin-tight costume.

He'd even fantasized about cornering her in a shadowed exam corridor, compulsion blooming in her mind until she dropped to her knees, lips parting eagerly for his cock.

But the system had chimed a stern warning in his thoughts: Target too high-profile. Patience required.

Current level of stats insufficient for full effectiveness in conquering this particular target. bla bla bla. Ugh, Fine, he could wait a little more for conquering that pussy.

But it didn't mean he would sit idle.

To hone his abilities in the interim, Rui had also tried venturing into the bustling streets of Musutafu, genuinely in awe of a Japan infused with quirk users hurrying to quirk-infused lives.

But it wasn't the only thing that snagged his attention.

Perverted as he was, his eyes had rapturously honed in on clusters of cute high school girls, their skirt hems fluttering in the breeze to tease glimpses of smooth thighs, blouses hugging perky tits that bounced with youthful energy.

After a few hours of monitoring and ensuring no one was looking, he'd decided to test himself and had approached a new group of girls that were about to cross the street.

It was at that moment he discovered that non-system targets had a peculiar reaction when he activated Gentle Compulsion on them; the subtle psychic nudge made their cheeks flush and pupils dilated and the person would ultimately go still, until he gave an instruction.

Rui had panicked of course because even under compulsion Mio had some level of autonomy over her body but the girls were frozen and almost doll-like.

After questioning the system, the entity had explained that outside of well established canon characters, potential harem members, and sidepieces (whatever that meant), when activating Gentle Compulsion, he would have full mental and physical control over anybody else.

This had understandably blown Rui's mind.

No one man should have all that power! He thought.

But it didn't mean he didn't want to test it out.

So after a few seconds of scrutinizing, he settled a petite brunette with pigtails and made her trail him into a narrow alley.

She was docile and obedient as he made her give him a hand job, her small fingers warm and slimy from the spit he encouraged her to spew on her palm for added friction.

They went on like this until he spurted across her palm, her soft noise of surprise as he made her come at the same time making him earn a quick +5 Ero-Points.

Another encounter had been at the park and being more confident this time as he knew of his ability, he picked a curly-haired girl, literally pulling the girl away from her friend's where they were sitting on a picnic table, frozen under his compulsion, made her sink to her knees in the Park's restroom and blow him then and there, her warm mouth enveloping his cock in sloppy, inexperienced sucks while his fingers delved into her dripping pussy, coaxing gasps that echoed off the tiled walls until she came with a wail around his cock.

In total, Rui had the time of his life using his cheats on extras, but the connection between them always frayed afterward.

In that regard, they were like NPCs in a game, as the system had deigned to label them.

Like the system explained they were regular civilians, not supporting characters and definitely not qualified for harem induction, therefore the compulsion faded a little too readily after a few minutes (30 at most), leaving them dazed and confused, cheeks burning with broken memories.

They weren't like Mio, whose loyalty got higher with every creampie.

Still, the practice leveled his skill, so he couldn't really be too annoyed over it.

Back in the present, Rui's hand cracked down on the older woman's ass with a sharp, resounding smack, the impact rippling through her flesh and turning the cheek a blooming pink.

She yelped, a high-pitched cry that dissolved into a throaty moan, her pussy fluttering wildly around his moving cock.

"Ahh! Rui-kun hit me harder! please!"

He obliged, delivering another swat that made her skin glow hotter, then fisted a handful of her hair, tugging her head back until her neck strained, exposing the vulnerable line of her pale throat.

Her teary eyes immediately locked onto his, the older woman's pupils blown wide with feral need.

"Rui...." Her gaze seemed to be begging, mouth unable to articulate how much she wanted him.

A little sensitive from the constant fucking, he withdrew his cock, the veined red-hot length glistening with her arousal, her pussy lips clinging desperately to him before releasing his cock with a wet squelch!

Taking his free hand from her waist, he pushed it into the quivering opening, swirling it around her wet walls and scrapping the remnants of his precum before withdrawing.

"Open your mouth, hag." He commanded, watching in delight as the woman immediately slackened her Jaw, tongue rolling out.

With a predatory gleam, he plunged the two fingers past her parted lips. "Suck on these, you greedy old

bitch. Taste how soaked you are for your grandson's dick while I wreck you."

Obāchan's tongue obeyed out immediately, swirling around his digits with sloppy enthusiasm, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped at the tangy mix of her own essence and his pre-cum.

Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, trailing in shiny strings down her chin to drip onto the table below.

"Fuck."

With a hiss, he lined his cock before fucking back in.

"Ah!"

Her eyes crossed, delirious and cock-drunk, whites flashing as he slammed back into her depths, the dual invasion - fingers thrusting in her mouth, cock ravaging her pussy- pushing her toward the edge.

The wet gurgles of her gagging mingled with the obscene squelches from her core.

Just then, the system chimed, its mechanic voice sounding almost cheery.

[System Alert: Orgasm imminent! #112. +65 Ero points. Bonus: Shame Play +25 Ero points.]

Right on cue, Mio's climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, muscles seizing as she squirted in forceful gushes, the hot fluid splashing against Rui's balls and thighs, soaking the floor in a puddle of her release.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her voice breaking into incoherent mumbles around his fingers. *C-cumming!"

Rui laughed darkly and twisted his hips, grinding against her sensitive spots to prolong the spasms, her walls milking him in frantic pulses.

When she was done, she slumped forward onto the table, quivering uncontrollably, her breaths coming in ragged sobs. "Rui....." she mewled pathetically around the spit soaked digits.

He extracted his fingers from her slack lips with a wet pop, strings of saliva following the digits and smeared the slick mess across her heaving breasts, circling her nipples until they pebbled further under his touch.

Without pause, he resumed his assault, hips snapping forward in a steady, punishing cadence that made her body jolt with each impact.

"Can you feel it, Obachan? Can you feel all that hot cum I've pumped into you? Well, it's turning me into a monster. UA starts tomorrow, and you're just a warm-up. Those hero girls won't know what hit them."

Five more harsh thrusts later, she came again, screeching like a broken toy as her swollen pussy gushed helplessly, her eyes crossing once more and her body overlaid by violent spasms with each squirt until it formed a larger puddle beneath them.

The sight and contractions from her muscles finally undid him and Rui snarled, thrusting in fully before erupting.

"Fuck!"

Rope after thick rope of cum jetted into her, painting her womb white as he pumped her full, the excess bubbling out around his shaft to drip down her thighs.

He stayed like that until his balls were drained before pulling out with a pop, eyes drawn to sight of her red and swollen cunt, watching it gape before releasing his milky spend in thick rivulets.

Mio had collapsed forward in a boneless heap against the table, her body glistening with sweat and fluids, a soft sated smile on her face as she licked her lips.

Almost unconsciously, one shaking hand went under her body, fingers gently caressing her slightly bloated stomach in reverence.

"Mmm... There's so much inside me Rui, thank you for filling me up. Go conquer UA, rui-kun. I'll be here, waiting to service you after."

Rui gave her a small pat on one ass cheek in approval, mind already racing with possibilities as he dismissed the interface.

Tomorrow, he started at the hero academy: not as a student, but as a hunter.

The Ero-Hero was just getting warmed up.

-x-X-x-

Rui stood before the mirror in his bedroom, the morning light filtering through the shoji screens to cast a soft, golden glow across his reflection.

His pulse raced with excitement.

This was the day he'd been building toward, the first step into UA High School, the biggest and greatest hero school in post-quirk Japan, a place where heroic dreams were either tempered or shattered.

For Rui, it was the gateway to something far more personal: a mission to complete, to conquer, body by body, until every pro heroine bent to his will.

He adjusted the crisp gray blazer over his shoulders, ensuring the fabric hung just right, then straightened the red tie against his white collar with precise tugs.

Running a hand through his dark hair, he slicked it back with a quick swipe of a comb from the dresser drawer.

"Looking sharp Rui, he murmured to his reflection, a crude smirk tugging at his lips. "These UA babes won't know what hit 'em."

Then he frowned, eyes darkening.

"System, display portfolio."

The blue holographic interface materialized seamlessly before him, its clean lines and glowing text projecting an air of clinical efficiency against the room's serene backdrop.

[System Interface: Ero-Hero Dashboard]

Portfolio:

[Name: Rui Tanaka]

[Age: 16]

[Level: Beginner Ero-Hero]

[Ero-Points: 7,550]

[Skills: Stamina +30%, Strength: +35% (Multiplier: x3.2. Passive Boost from Repeated Conquests of harem member)]

[Ero-Hero arsenal: Gentle Compulsion (Lv. 3)], Lewd Lens (Active)]

[Achievements Unlocked: Incest Breaker (x2 Multiplier on Family Targets), Whore Tamer (Submission Rate +20%)]

[Quirk: Advanced Senses (Falsified)]

[Harem Dimension: 1 Slot Occupied (Obachan - Loyalty: 98%) Next Slot Unlock: 10,000 Points]

Rui scanned the details, his eyes narrowing on the points counter.

So close to the threshold. So close to acquiring a new harem member and unlocking Naughty nectar.

It was basically this world's strongest aphrodisiac that could drive even the staunchest of prudes to sexual craze.

He licked his lips.

He wanted it. So bad. But even after exhausting his stamina on his poor Obachan and coupled with the fact that the system had suddenly become very stingy with the bonus points, he still hadn't managed to reach the threshold.

A subtle chime accompanied a new notification scrolling across the bottom of the display.

[System update: Upon reaching 10,000 Ero-Points, the Store interface will become available. Augmentations, including body enhancements, will be accessible for purchase.]

Body enhancements. The words rung in his ears.

He sucked in a breath.

'I want a bigger cock

The thought came unbidden but rang true. If he had a chance to increase anything, it would definitely be his cock.

Thrumming with devilish excitement, the transmigrrators mind raced with the filthy visions that flooded in: Imagine his cock, already a thick seven inches that had Obachan choking on it whenever he fucked her throat, swelling even larger, veins throbbing like steel cables, ready to tear into tight, untouched pussies and leave them gaping and ruined for ever.

Bigger meant more destruction, more addiction.

'By kami', he thought in distant awe, 'he would break them'.

"Oh, fuck," He breathed, palming himself through his pants with a whine. "System you tease.

The interface dissolved with a pointed little ping.

The entity was becoming way too mischievous.

Calming himself, Rui rolled his eyes and went back to getting ready, rolling his shoulders, trying to relax.

Rui could admit to himself that behind the lust and nearly feral impulse to see the world's main characters, he couldn't help but feel trepidation.

Sue him, he hasn't gone to school in nearly twenty years, so it honestly felt awkward.

"Not like I can skip the entire school arc and still get to fuck hot girls." He scoffed

He grabbed his black backpack from the bed, slung it over one shoulder, and headed out, the tatami mats muffling his footsteps.

He walked down the hallway, stepping down onto the gekan and he was about to toe of his fuzzy house slippers when a faint, muffled whimper pierced the morning quiet from the shoe closet.

Rui paused, head perking up in the direction.

He exhaled a long-suffering sigh, when another small cry poured out followed by scratching sounds.

"So dramatic." he rolled eyes and slid the door open with a decisive pull, the dim interior revealing his handiwork in all its depraved glory.

Mio Tanaka knelt there, bound in intricate red shibari ropes that dug into her soft, yielding flesh like loving restraints.

The cords looped tightly around her heavy breasts, cinching them into swollen orbs that strained against the weave, her dark nipples protruding stiffly through the gaps, begging for more rough pinches.

More ropes snaked down her belly, framing her wide hips and forcing her thighs apart in a vulnerable spread, her knees digging into the closet floor.

Her pussy was a slick, overstuffed mess; a thick vibrator buried deep inside, its base glistening with her constant slick, humming steadily against her inner walls while a wide butt plug sealed her asshole, its jeweled end flaring out to keep her stretched and full.

The ball gag in her mouth stretched her chapped lips wide, drool cascading in thick rivulets down her chin, soaking her chin and splattering onto her chest, her gray-streaked hair disheveled and clinging to her sweat-dampened skin.

She writhed against the unyielding bonds, hips grinding in futile circles that made her plugged holes clench and quiver, but the ropes denied her any purchase, leaving her on the razor's edge of frustration.

Her eyes, glossy with tears, snapped up to meet his as the space flooded in with light from the gekan, wide and imploring, a silent plea for mercy or release.

"W-ui!"

Rui clicked his tongue, arms folding across his chest in feigned sternness. "Bachan, what did I tell you about noise? You're meant to stay quiet and good while I'm out. To be a perfect little fucktoy and wait for me to come release you."

He frowned, lifting up a chiding eyebrow, "Or don't you want to be good for me. After you've made your poor grandson work day and night satisfying your dirty needs?"

At his words, her head shook vigorously, garbled pleas bubbling around the gag.

"Mmmph! M' Gud! Be gud!" Her spittle sprayed as she nodded desperately, body trembling with need and exhaustion.

-x-X-x-

He let out an exaggerated sigh, his expression shifting to one of false concern, though a wicked gleam lit his eyes. "I just don't know Mio... can I really leave you alone by yourself? That greedy old cunt of yours is always twitching for more. What if you hurt yourself? or worse, call up some retired hero stud to fill you up behind my back?"

Tears spilled anew at that, her whimpers escalating into choked sobs that rattled the gag, her bound form sagging as despair washed over her features.

Distracted as she was, she didn't see Rui's lips curve into a cruel smile.

Obviously all he said was bullshit as even when he was far away, his very thorough conditioning had already broken any thoughts of her leaving him, the woman devoted to him and only him.

But it didn't mean he didn't like messing around with her like this whenever he left the house.

Sometimes he would use just a thin long chain and tie her to the kotatsu with a vibe in her pussy (that she couldn't remove herself), letting her walk around but having no means to leave the building while he went out and fooled around with the pretty girls he came across.

However, this was the first day of school and he would be gone far longer than he ever had since he woke up in this world.

It wouldn't do to leave her unoccupied but he might have gone a little too Plus ultra on it, hehe.

Straightening, he shook his head, schooling his expression once more, "I'm sorry Mio." He said gently, giving her sympathetic once over and fished a remote from his pocket, thumb grazing the dial, "You'll just have to endure this longer until I get back."

With a flick, he ramped up the intensity, the vibrator surging to a punishing rhythm inside her pussy, syncing with the butt plug's deeper throbs that stretched her ass mercilessly.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Obāchan's eyes crossed sharply, rolling back as a full-body shudder ripped through her, whites flashing beneath fluttering lids.

Her pussy spasmed around the toy, fresh squirts of juice pattering to the floor, thighs locking and unlocking in erratic spasms as the overload crashed over her.

Muffled howls echoed around the gag, her hips bucking wildly now, chasing oblivion that remained just out of reach.

Rui leaned down, petting her head with patronizing gentleness, fingers threading through her matted scalp. "That's it...edge for me all day, slut. I'll be home by four. Then I'll release you, and maybeee let you cum again."

He watched her lost expression a moment longer, then finished toeing off his slippers and selected his shoes from the rack, laced them up, and sealed the door shut, her fading whimpers a sweet soundtrack to his departure.

Whistling a carefree melody, Rui stepped into the crisp morning air, the path to UA winding through quiet residential streets.

The walk was a leisurely twenty minutes, and he made the most of it, eyes roaming with shameless intent.

A group of high school girls in crisp uniforms passed by, giggling about some idol drama- one with bouncy pigtails and a short skirt that flashed pale thighs caught his eye, her ass swaying hypnotically.

Another, a brunette with glasses, bent to tie her shoe, skirt riding up to reveal lacy panties hugging her perky behind.

Rui's cock stirred, Lewd Lens flickering on instinctively.

Hmmm, they were low points, maybe 20-30 each, easy points for practice, but nothing harem-worthy.

An appetizer, he mused crudely, imagining bending them over by a secluded alley for a quick one off.

But no, bad brain! He had to (ugh, he didn't think he would ever be doing this again with how much he hated it the first time around!) go to school.

But he still filed them away for later; maybe he could take a detour after coming back from school.

As the streets busied with more students heading to various schools, Rui spotted a cluster of UA uniforms ahead.

Few minutes later, the massive gates of UA rose before him and Rui strode through them with feigned nonchalance, one hand shoved in his pocket as he tried not to gawk too much at the different shapes and sizes of quirked students around him.

Turning left on entry to the building and after a truly soul sucking amount of steps, he walked up to the large door of Class 1-A.

It hissed open and admitted him to the chaotic symphony of painfully familiar fictional faces that dominated most of the otaku fandom.

The MC, THE BONE BREAKER HIMSELF, Midoriya Izuku sat hunched over his desk, muttering under his breath, green hair a frizzy mess as he stared anxiously around the class room, equal parts awe and fear,

In front of him, with his legs on the desk and a tie open sat his codependent obsessed rival (there was something so sus about their fucked up relationship) known as Bakugo Katsuki, the blonde sneering with mini explosions popping from his sweat-slick palms like impatient firecrackers as he argued with a tall boy wearing flat frame glasses (sorry, but for the life of him, he couldn't really remember the name of this character)

Then there was Todoroki Shoto sitting frozen in stoic silence, heterochromatic eyes staring into the void.

They were obviously other students in the room, other aspiring hero hopefuls but these were the three who caught his eyes.

A trio of try-hards and destructive powder kegs, Rui thought.

They definitely had to be avoided.

Plot be damned.

Fortunately, Rui's attention was snagged by the sound of sweet giggles and like the perverse old man he was on the inside, he turned in that direction with the accuracy of a blood hound.

The girls, arrayed like a buffet of temptation.

A petite girl with round cheeks and the owner of that cute bubbly laugh, Uraraka Ochaco was chatting animatedly with a pink-skinned girl, Ashido Mina, both of their heads bent together in conspiracy.

Rui felt himself drool.

So hot!

-x-X-x-

Just then, there was a sudden gust of wind, then-

"Hello, fellow classmate! It is unacceptable conduct to loiter in the threshold of the entrance! You are creating an impediment and violating the established principles of immediate passage!"

Rui snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes turning to the figure suddenly in front of him and narrowly avoided being nearly chopped in the face by the aggressive hand-chopping gestures of the person that suddenly appeared before him.

"Woah!"

He shifted backwards, his eyes lifting to meet the earnest, focused gaze of his assailant.

The engine legged freak, Rui remembered with a bit of distaste.

lida Tenya, the goody-two-shoes class rep.

He never did like a straight man.

The boy was still gesticulating, his voice getting more strained and sharp the more he preached.

*-and it demonstrates a significant lack of foresight regarding the potential for collision! While a prestigious school like U.A. should boast students with superior spatial awareness, we must still adhere to proper decorum!"

Rui lifted up his hands, exasperated, "Okay, okay! I'll move, alright? You sound like a broken instruction manual, jeez.

Rolling his eyes, he walked past him and headed to his designated seat in the back.

It was Mineta's old spot; the grape-headed creep had been 'let go' due to the sudden occupation of students in Class 1-A (heh).

Good riddance if you asked Rui. They could only be one pervert in Class 1-A after all.

He slid in, placed his backpack on his lap just in case of any 'accidents, and leaned his head against his hand, continuing his perusal of his potential harem members.

Rui couldn't help but sigh, a bit besotted.

They were so much cuter in reality, the waifus of the fandom, right in front of him in the flesh: Uraraka's signature red cheeks, Ashido's swaying, expressive movements and her pink skin! And the ever-elegant poise of Yaoyorozu Momo who sat in the back with Todoroki.

Even Tsuyu's blunt croaks seemed hot to him.

Eyes encompassing all of them, he spoke, "System," he murmured, "Activate lewd lens."

Pink auras immediately enveloped them, numbers hovering high above their heads like rapturous flames:

Uraraka Ochaco at 280,000 Ero-Points [Harem Potential: Prime - Main waifu Status Elevates Value); Ashido at 160,000 Ero points [Harem Potential: elite]; Yayarouzou Momo at 250,000 Ero points [Harem Potential: prime] and finally Asui Tsuyu at 180,000 Ero points [Harem Potential: elite].

"Fuck me," Rui breathed, nearly falling out of his chair.

These girls definitely weren't cheap. Because damn.

Logically, Rui could deduce that their level of canon importance likely played a role in jacking up their Ero points, but it didn't make it any easier to understand that these girls were way out of his league.

Just claiming one of them would skyrocket his system to greater heights.

But It would take a while before he could even reach the level the system would consider it acceptable to go after them.

Deactivating lewd lens, he slumped over his desk with a mewl, his bag falling off his lap and exposing his half-chub that had been steadily growing since he got a good look at Uraraka's ass.

He gave it a baleful, almost accusing look: "Not the time, buddy. You're going to be waiting a long time before you manage to hit any of that."

A few seconds later, Canon was set in motion.

The shift was abrupt, one moment everyone was talking, yelling and generally being insufferable teens and the next, a massive yellow sleeping bag- caterpillar cocoon thing slow crawled it's way to the front desk.

Aizawa's entrance was unceremonious and terrifying to fresh students, as he declared that they would be doing Quirk Apprehension Tests.

The class were surprised, but Rui thrived under the distraction of the tests, his enhanced body a well-oiled machine.

The 50-meter dash was easy, and the grip strength test had his enhanced fingers clamping down with relish, the gauge spiking higher than expected, drawing a fleeting, bloodshot glance from Aizawa.

'Not bad, Rui thought, a little smug despite himself, flexing subtly.

And he wasn't the only one impressed with his progress.

Kirishima Ejirou literally gaped when he managed to get a higher score than him in the strength test.

Which then devolved into calling him a very manly- bro.

The guy was way too hung up in that manly thing.

Anyway, the real highlight of the entire facade was the softball throw.

Rui himself managed to get 300 meters, which was impressive in itself, but it was the creative use of Quirks that really stole the spotlight.

Everyone had clearly brought their A-game.

Especially the girls.

Uraraka had stepped up first among the females, her throw a standard lob, until she clasped her hands, Quirk activating with a soft glow.

The ball floated upward, calm and serene until it disappeared into the stratosphere with a soft twinkle.

"It's infinity!" she beamed when Aizawa pronounced her score, punching the air and flushing with pleasure.

The class erupted with shock, Midoriya fanboying harder than Rui felt inside and scribbling his creepy little notes.

Predictably Bakugo exploded in rage at this and honestly Rui couldn't even blame him because what kinda cheat is that?!

Kami, this shonen world is no joke.

After several students stepped up, the Quirk usage more creative than the last, it was finally Momo's turn.

The heiress poised herself in formation as she focused.

With a determined breath, she tugged open the top of her gym shirt, exposing a smooth expanse of skin along her side and cleavage. Lipid molecules shimmered into existence, her Creation Quirk weaving them into a cannon.

The class gawked at this, boys especially, as she loaded the softball, the weapon's barrel gleaming.

And Rui couldn't help but lick his lips instinctively, eyes glued to the way her shirt gaped, heavy breasts shifting with the motion.

Momo was certainly a different breed, what with how terrifyingly competent she was.

And Rui might have a new kink because it was seriously turning him on.

Because, damn, that's how you destroy the competition.

Creating a full-sized weapon on the fly like that? Amazing.

He bet that she would craft the most amazing toys for a... ehem..... Very naughty session.

Ayaahhh. Just thought of it made him feel like he was going to cream his pants!

Thank the gods that U.A made their sweats baggy Rui would have a real problem here.

With a loud bang, she fired, the ball rocketing at sound breaking speeds.

It was silent for a moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Then class 1A descended into chaos.

"That was so cool!"

"Your Quirk is amazing!"

"Can you make a rocket!"

Momo blushed faintly, adjusting her shirt quickly and smoothing down the creases as she stepped away from the podium.

Turning to face the class, she gave a small, graceful dip of her head.

"It was not my best. I still need to work on optimizing the muzzle velocity, but I am pleased with the result," she stated, her posture straight as a pole even with the way her ears were still reddened.

She definitely had a praise kink.

The rest of the tests were uneventful afterward. Aizawa's expulsion threat hung heavy, his bloodshot eyes promising doom for the last place student.

But once everything was over, Rui clocked 12th place, respectable but not too outstanding, blending into the mid-pack, while Midoriya's canon uselessness fumbled him to the bottom at twentieth place.

However, relief washed over the class as the logical ruse (which sounded like bullshit by the way) was revealed, leading to everyone shuffling back to the locker rooms amid exhausted banter.

In the dim locker area as Rui toweled off the excess sweat, the post-test high began to ebb, turning into mild disappointment.

He was happy that he could finally meet the future heroines of anime, but he couldn't help but feel slighted that the System had kept itself silent all day long.

No missions, no side quests, no loose threads (a.k.a. other female hero students) to pull on due to the fact that they spent nearly all day doing the apprehension tests.

Adding insult to injury, U.A. 's structure was literally a fortress, with the teachers untouchable and the students under the constant eyes of the Rat God, Nedzu.

(He was sure the man-bear-whatever-it-is was watching his every move through it's tiny little camera's)

So he had to be careful not to let his eyes linger too much on the babes, lest anyone see the unholy gleam in them that no normal teenage boy should have.

"This sucks," he hissed, frustration knotting his gut.

He threw the towel onto the floor in anger, currently in a secluded corner of the locker rooms entrance, mouth curling up in a sneer.

"System, how the hell do you expect me to-" His complaint was cut off.

He paused, listening closer.

He wasn't sure if his ears were deceiving him, but the same sound came again: a small, choked sound, thin and fragile, coming from behind a nearby concrete pillar separating the changing areas.

His eyes narrowed. Who was crying?

On silent feet, he edged closer, peering around the corner.

Jirou Kyoka huddled there, knees drawn to her chest, earphone jacks coiled around her fingers like snakes.

She dabbed at red-rimmed eyes.

Her usual edge was softened by the sadness.

Rui frowned. "Why is she crying? It's not like-"

Then it hit him.

Oh. Ohhhh. The test results.

He remembered she had scrapped low, seventeenth or eighteenth if he wasn't mistaken. Aizawa's 'expulsion threat had been a fake-out, but the humiliation of failing that badly must be real.

She must feel so sad, so pathetic... so vulnerable.

A devious spark ignited in Rui's brain, immediately eclipsing his frustration.

Vulnerable. Alone.

Just the way he liked his women.

Mouth watering, he activated the lewd lens with a hoarse whisper, his eyes zeroing on her head.

She had 1,500 Ero points circling around her head, exactly the right amount to open the next slot in his harem and unlock naughty nectar.

And right on cue, the system chimed in his head.

[New Mission: Console the Earbud Babe. Induce Jirou Kyoka's inaugural U.A. climax through seduction. Reward: +1,500 Ero-Points, Skill Upgrade (Naughty nectar), Harem Slot Progression. Would Host like to proceed, Y/N?]

Rui scoffed and immediately tapped yes.

He was so ready to get down.

Truth be told, Rui hadn't really considered jirou as a potential sex slave in the grand scheme of things.

He would admit that she wasn't the type he normally lusted after but she did have assets and she would be useful for his future needs.

Taking a slow, deep breath, Rui smoothed the frantic eagerness from his face, replacing it with a look of practiced, gentle concern.

With a whisper, he activated the Gentle Compulsion, a subtle warmth spreading through his words, ready to manipulate the girl to kingdom come.

Ready and armed to the metaphorical teeth, he stepped fully into the open, keeping his voice low and soft, careful not to startle her.

"Hey, Jirou, are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding genuinely worried while he smiled inwardly. Let the games begin.

Said girl flinched violently, snapping her head up. Her eyes were red and wide, and she quickly scrubbed the back of her hand across her cheek, desperate to hide her evidence of her emotions.

"Mind your own business, bozo," she snapped, her voice tight and angry. "I'm fine. Just go."

But Rui didn't retreat.

He simply leaned against the wall a few feet away, projecting a relaxed, non-judgmental presence.

"I get it," he replied calmly. "But I also remember what it felt like to give something everything you have and still end up near the bottom of the scoreboard. The scores sting. Especially when you know you're better than that."

His observation struck a nerve.

Jirou's aggressive posture seemed to slump fractionally.

"It was a pathetic score," she muttered, the confession coming out quickly, laced with self-contempt. "I should have done way better than seventeenth. Everyone else has these crazy, powerful Quirks, and I barely scraped by."

Rui gave a sympathetic, self-deprecating smile. "Look, mine isn't any better. You saw my score. twelfth. It was okay, but not exactly All Might status."

Shrugging, he showed her his arm, tightening his muscles for show, "My Quirk isn't flashy like those meat heads at the top, and it's not some all-powerful force either," he continued, his tone humble. "I had to work my ass off just to get into this school just like everyone else. But It's brutal when you realize just showing up isn't enough."

Heh. Work his ass off.

Rui laughed inwardly.

If they only knew all he had to do to gain power was fuck a lot of women.

The irony was hilarious.

Meanwhile, Jirou seemed to shrink further into herself, "I-I get that now..." she muttered, rubbing a hand down her arm, "My quirk definitely isn't going to cut it."

"That's exactly the problem, Jirou," he said, pushing off the wall. "You have a specialized Quirk. You need training that the average curriculum won't give you. I read a ton of stuff before I came here. I'm fascinated by Quirks that are hard to figure out-their potential is huge, but the advanced training manuals aren't gonna be on the internet for you to use."

She looked up fully now, her curiosity overriding her shame. "Advanced training? What are you talking about?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Are you some kind of quirk freak?"

Oh he was some kind of freak alright!

Rui felt his brow twitch but managed to cover it up with a sheepish expression.

"No, just a guy who does his homework," Rui chuckled, giving her a small, sincere smile, gentle compulsion encouraging her to see him as harmless.

"I have some high-level training literature at my apartment. Studies on how to advance special Quirks without injuring yourself. It's above the U.A. freshman level right now. If you're serious about fixing that score, I could let you borrow them. No big deal."

Jirou chewed her lip, her suspicion warring with her ambition. "Why? Why are you doing this? I don't even know you."

Rui just shrugged, his demeanor cool and casual, making it seem like it was no big deal.

"Why not? We're in the same class, and I hate seeing people waste their talent. No strings attached. You just hit me up when you decide if you want the books."

He pulled out his phone, quickly entering his own number into a blank contact on his screen.

"Here. Take my number. You can call or text me anytime. No pressure either way. He held the phone out to her, his hand steady.

Jirou stared at the phone for a long moment, then slowly reached out and took it.

She quickly copied the number, handed Rui's phone back, and tucked her chin down.

"... I'll call you. Maybe."

She stood up abruptly, brushed past him without a word, and hurried toward the hall door.

Rui watched her go, a small, triumphant curve playing on his lips.

As soon as she was out of sight, Rui's composure shattered.

He grinned fiercely, letting out a short, triumphant sound.

He had her hook, line and sinker.

Immediately, the system pinged in his mind, confirming his success:

[Mission Progress: Console the Earbud Babe - 30% Complete. Psychological engagement established through exploitation of core insecurity. Harem Slot pending. Seduction phase initiated.]

[Congratulations, Host! Things are finally looking up.]

"Oh yes they are System. Oh yes they are..."

Rui practically skipped toward the showers, throwing the towel over his shoulder.

Man he couldn't wait to break her in.

He was definitely going home to celebrate with his tied up Obächan.

More wins for the Ero lord!