After a hearty night of railing his grandmother and celebrating the newest member of the Harem, morning had come and with it continued Rui's new awful routine of waking up by 6 to get ready for school.
To add insult to injury, today's classes crawled by with the agonizing slowness only a man in his late thirties trapped in a teenager's body could truly appreciate.
To the rest of Class 1-A, Mr. Aizawa's monotone lecture on the history of Hero Laws was a vital foundation for their careers.
To Rui Tanaka, it was the sound of a dull circular saw against his skull.
Rui rested his chin on his palm, his gaze drifting from the chalkboard to the seat two rows ahead.
Tsuyu's got a surprisingly elegant posture, he mused, his mind veering into familiar, degenerate territory. 'Wonder if she would still sit that straight with a cock in her. he thought crudely before a monotone voice broke his concentration.
[System Alert: Current level of stats insufficient for full effectiveness in conquering this particular target] The system almost seemed exasperated as it reminded Rui of this for what felt like the upteenth time.
'Oh whatever, Rui rolled his eyes and pouted
It wasn't fair that he had to focus in class and still be not allowed to pant after future heroines.
Finally, finally, the bell rang, signaling the sweet release of lunch. Rui practically sprinted to the cafeteria, visions of curry bread and cute girls dancing in his head.
Afterwards, the afternoon classes were an equally blurry mess of lectures and exercises. The
system chimed in occasionally with helpful (and utterly unwanted) facts about Japanese history or the chemical composition of Quirks, but he mostly tuned it out..
He had more interesting things to focus on.
Specifically, the girl sitting a few rows over.
Kyoka Jiro had been staring at him.
Not a full-blown gaze, she was too "cool" for that, but frequent, sharp glances.
She probably thought she was being sneaky with it but Rui could tell she was getting more perplexed by the moment.
A dark, evil smile threatened to break across his face, but he suppressed it into a neutral, bored expression. He would keep pretending he wasn't aware of her scrutiny.
He'd play the part of the oblivious, aloof classmate that just wanted to help her.
He would draw her in, inch by agonizing inch, until
she finally answered the call of seduction.
And once she was behind his closed doors? He'd give her something much more better than quirk training.
***
With minutes left to spare, Cementos finally wrapped up his lecture and then it was time for what everyone had been waiting for: Hero Basic Training.
"I AM HERE!"
The classroom door didn't just open; it was conquered. All Might burst through the threshold, wearing his Silver Age costume and striking a pose that looked like it belonged on a billboard. "Coming through the door like a normal person!"
The class erupted in excitement. Even Rui felt a prickle of genuine awe. It was hard not to the man radiated a level of charisma that felt like a physical heat.
"Today, we will be engaging in... BATTLE TRAINING!" All Might boomed, pointing toward the wall as shelves slid out, revealing numbered suitcases. "But first, you can't be heroes without the gear. Your costumes, based on the quirk registrations and requests you sent in, are ready!"
Rui grabbed Case #18 and headed to the locker room. As he stripped down, he caught sight of the others. Shoji was a mountain of muscle, Bakugo looked like he was ready to kill just by putting on a shirt.
Rui's own costume was a sleek, black-and-charcoal tactical suit with reinforced padding.
It was functional, modern, and designed to make him look like a professional rather than a brightly colored target. The fact that some of the design's were taken from those of the Anbu uniforms in Naruto were just a plus.
[System update: Combat Suit added to Ero-Hero arsenal. Stat Bonus: +5% Agility, +3%. Hidden Perk: 'Silent Step'- Movement noise reduced by 15%]
Rui had to hide his smile of delight at the update.
If that didn't scream ninja he didn't know what did!
***
Minutes later, as the class gathered at Ground Beta, everybody finally having their costumes, the sheer variety of them was a spectacle.
Obviously, Rui focused on the girls more, seeing I'm the flash just how generous those spandex were.
For maximum ogling accessibility, Rui found himself drifting toward the back of the group, his eyes wandering, until he was broken out of his thoughts by the sound all might explaining what the battles were all about.
".....You will be paired up and engaging in simulated combat scenarios! Think of it as a chance to test your skills and learn to work as a team!"
Rui barely stifled a yawn. By kami he was bored.
Yeah, yeah, teamwork, bla, bla.
They get it. Now, where's the cute girl lottery
However, the Number one Hero's next words knocked the lethargy out of his bones.
"Young Hagakure has unfortunately suffered a severe ankle sprain from an accidental fall this morning," All Might announced, his booming voice losing a bit of its luster. "Recovery Girl is treating her, but she is out for today. This leaves us with an odd number of nineteen students."
Rui felt a cold sweat prickle his neck.
'Wait... if she's out, that means the teams are messed up. In the anime, everyone was in pairs. This is... the butterfly effect?'
"Because we are short one person," All Might continued, reaching into two boxes labeled 'Villain' and 'Hero, "Team D will have a third member to balance the power scales. Team A will be the Heroes: Midoriya and Uraraka! Team D will be the Villains: lida, Bakugo, and... Rui Tanaka!"
Rui's jaw hit the concrete. "WHAT?!" he yelled, louder than he intended. All eyes turned to him. He shrunk under the collective gaze, feeling hus cheeks flush.
"Is there a problem, young man?" All Might asked, his brow furrowed.
"Yes!" Rui managed to say, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I'm a scout-type! I don't think I fit with... well, them!"
All Might flashed a thumbs-up that felt more like a death warrant. "Nonsense, Young Tanaka! This is a test of adaptability! Go and discuss your strategy!"
Rui slinked over to Bakugo and lida, feeling like a man walking toward a guillotine.
He felt like screaming.
Because it has to be Bakugo and lida!
Are you kidding him?
He was stuck with the human bomb and the robot!
This is a disaster!
All this while he had been hoping for Froppy or Momo, maybe even Jirou, so he could deepen their connection and get her to come over.
But he would have honestly preferred anyone but them.
And worse of all this put his whole plan into question.
Could his mere presence really be altering the course of the story this much?
He racked his brain, trying to remember what he might have done to cause this.
Then it hit him.
Hakagure. Toru.
The invisible girl.
"Oh, crap," he muttered.
He remembered the chaotic scene in the locker room.
He had been so busy trying to get a glimpse of the girls' lockers through a crack in the door that he hadn't noticed (said invisible being the problem) Toru Hagakure stepping out from said room.
He'd tripped right over her, sending them both sprawling. It had been embarrassing, sure, but he hadn't realized the weight of it until now.
He had changed CANON!
Rui felt himself go white in shock.
He mentally brought up the system, trying to make sense of what was going on.
'Hey! System! What the hell is going on? This isn't how it's supposed to be!'
The system responded in its usual robotic tone:
[System Analysis: Host Interference with established narrative parameters has resulted in unpredictable outcomes. This is the consequence of unauthorized deviation from designated storyline. System recommends minimizing further disruptions or Host will face severe future punishment.]
Rui felt like whimpering.
He had thought he could just sit back, watch the show, and quietly amass his harem.
But apparently, things weren't that simple. He was actually affecting the story, and not in a good way.
He gulped, forcing himself to regain his composure. He schooled his expression into something resembling nonchalance and followed his team into the training area a massive, warehouse-like structure designed to simulate urban combat.
Inside the designated building, lida was already in character, pacing back and forth near the fake nuclear weapon. "Bakugo! Tanaka! As villains, we must ensure the heroes do not touch this weapon! I suggest a defensive perimeter. Tanaka, you should use your agility to scout the lower floors while-"
"Shut up, Four-Eyes!" Bakugo snarled, slamming his fist into his palm to create a small, sharp explosion. He turned his glare to Rui. "And you. If you get in my way, I'll blow you through the wall. Stay in the shadows and don't make a sound. I'm going after Deku myself."
Rui swallowed hard, leaning against a concrete pillar.
This was a nightmare.
He was on the team with the two most intense people in the class. Bakugo was going to go rogue, lida was going to play house, and he would be the one getting blasted when Midoriya loses control of One For All.
[System Update: Side Quest Triggered: The Third Man. Objective: Survive the Battle Trial without being 'captured'. Hidden Objective: Ensure the narrative reaches the 'Deku vs. Kacchan' climax without total structural collapse. Reward: +100 Ero-Points and Harem progression.]
Rui furrowed his brows.
A what now? Side quest? Why was he getting one in the first place if this was a mistake? And did he say Harem progression!?
Just then, the speakers crackled to life with All Might's voice. "START!"
Bakugo didn't even look back. He sprinted out of the room, the smell of burnt nitroglycerin trailing behind him. lida sighed, adjusting his armor. "He is truly difficult to work with. Tanaka, please, take your position on the third floor. I will stay here and guard the weapon."
Rui nodded, grateful to be away from lida's stiff lecturing.
As he descended the stairs, his 'Silent Step' perk kicked in. The building was eerily quiet, save for the distant thud of Bakugo's footsteps echoing through the air ducts.
He reached the third-floor landing and crouched in the shadows. He could feel the tension in the air. He knew what was coming. Midoriya and Uraraka would enter from the windows or the ground floor. Bakugo would ambush them. The whole floor would become a furnace.
Rui peeked over the railing, his eyes narrowing.
"I just want to live. I just want to survive this and go back to a world where I can appreciate the view without being in a war zone. But if I'm here... if I'm really changing things... then I need to make sure I'm not the one who ends up in the hospital." he muttered to himself.
A faint scuff sounded from the floor below.
It was Midoriya.
Rui stayed still, his breath shallow. He wasn't a hero yet. He was just a man trying to navigate a story that was starting to rewrite itself right in front of him.
The first explosion rocked the building, the sound muffled but the vibration unmistakable.
It's starting.
-x-X-x-
Dust choked the third-floor corridor.
The building groaned, a deep, metallic protest that Rui felt in his very marrow.
Down below, the world was ending in a series of staccato cracks and booms.
Rui pressed his back against the cold concrete of a structural pillar, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This is insane. This is absolutely, fundamentally insane,' he thought, his eyes wide as a secondary shockwave rattled the floorboards.
I saw this on a screen. I watched this with a bag of chips in my hand. How the hell does this shitty system expect me to go through this?! he thought, his face remaining terrifyingly calm despite his fear.
Rui took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing his hands to stop shaking.
He looked down the hallway just as a massive explosion, larger than the others, tore through the center of the building.
The heat was nearly a physical slap.
"DIE, DEKU!"
The roar echoed up the stairwell.
Rui peered over the edge of a jagged hole in the floor.
He saw Bakugo, a silhouette of primal fury, lunging through the smoke.
He saw Midoriya, bloodied and desperate, trying to find his footing.
He looked so scared.
Rui had his own experiences with facing his bullies during his time in school but his bullies never had TNT in their skin.
He felt a sudden, sharp instinct to run, to intervene, to do something.
But as he stepped forward, his boot slipped on a patch of debris.
His body, although ridiculously strong and fast, was clearly untrained for such a landscape and it showed as he lurched, his arms windmilling for a second before he caught himself on a rebar pipe.
Right, how could he forget, he was a level-five pervert, not a level-fifty hero.
If he got in between those two, he would become a smear on the wall.... Besides, he wasn't supposed to disrupt the continuity unless he wanted to find out what severe punishment the system was talking about.
Suddenly, a voice crackled through his earpiece. "Tanaka! lida here! The Hero, Uraraka, is approaching the weapon room on the fifth floor! I have secured the area, but I am concerned about Bakugo's erratic behavior! Are you in position?"
Rui cleared his throat, his voice coming out in a smooth, adult baritone that betrayed none of his terror. "Copy that, lida-san. I'm tracking them. Bakugo-san's... occupied. Stay on the weapon. I'll act as the last line of defense if things get messy."
"Excellent! Your composure is a credit to our team!" lida replied, sounding genuinely inspired,
Rui leaned back against the pillar, scoffing.
Composure? He was literally holding onto this pipe so he wouldn't fall over.
Just then, the building suddenly gave a massive lurch.
The air pressure shifted violently, a vacuum-like pull that popped Rui's ears. He looked up just in time to see the ceiling above the central atrium disintegrate. Midoriya had fired his quirk upward, shattering the floors to give Uraraka a path.
Concrete rain fell. Rui scrambled backward, his tactical suit's agility bonus the only reason a slab the size of a microwave didn't crush his legs.
Through the dust, he saw Uraraka propel herself over lida's head, clutching the fake weapon with a shout of victory.
"THE HERO TEAM... WINS!" All Might's voice boomed through the speakers.
Rui let out a breath he felt like he'd been holding since the entrance exam.
He slumped against the wall, his legs finally turning to jelly now that the fight was over.
He sighed, closing his eyes in relief.
Canon preserved.
Midoriya was alive, Bakugo was humbled, and Rui was still very much in one sexy piece.
Mission accomplished.
He walked down the stairs as the dust settled, meeting the others in the ground-floor lobby. Bakugo stood alone, his head bowed, the smoke still drifting from his gauntlets.
Midoriya was being loaded onto a stretcher, his arm purple and twisted.
Rui walked past them, his expression unreadable. He caught Kyoka Jiro's eye. She was looking at him
with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. As the class began to filter back toward the monitoring room, she slowed her pace, falling in line next to him.
"Hey," she said, her earphone jacks twitching nervously. "You were on the third floor, right? Near the blast zone?"
Rui kept his gaze forward, his 'Salaryman Poker Face' working overtime. "Yeah. It was... loud."
Jiro snorted, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Loud? That's it? I watched you on the screen, Tanaka. You didn't even flinch when the ceiling came down. I thought you were just some creep who couldn't keep his eyes to himself during class, but..." She paused, looking away. "I guess you're slightly less horrible than I thought. You did really well keeping your cool in there with those power kegs."
Rui didn't break character. He let out a low, tired hum. "Being calm isn't the absence of fear. It's just trying your best regardless of being afraid."
He gave her a slight, mysterious nod before walking ahead. Inside, he was doing a victory lap.
'Did you hear that? "Less horrible!" That's practically a confession in tsundere-speak!"
[System Alert! Side Quest: 'The Third Man'- COMPLETED. Rewards: +100 Ero-Points. Harem Progression: Kyoka Jiro +40%. Status: Deeply Intrigued. Stage Two of the Harem Protocol will be initiated soon. Prepare for 'The Private Invitation'.]
Rui's stoic mask faltered for a second, replaced by a weak, slightly overwhelmed smile.
'Oohhh... so that was the Harem progression? I just had to act like a weary adult for five minutes? This system is weirder than I thought.
-x-X-x-
The commute home was a blur of exhaustion. By the time Rui reached his front door, the adrenaline from his second day at UA had completely evaporated, leaving him feeling every bit of his thirty-seven years (plus sixteen).
His muscles ached from the battle training, his mind buzzed with the overload of the day's stress, and all he wanted was to collapse into his futon and forget the monstrous stack of assignments already looming.
He slid the door open, the scent of home-cooked orange chicken and polished cedar wood hitting him like a warm embrace, chasing away the last dregs of the school's sterile air.
"I'm home..." he muttered.
Before he could even kick off his shoes, Obachan scurried into the genkan from the kitchen, her apron dusted with flour, face lighting up like a sunrise. "Rui-kun! You're back so soon! I was just finishing dinner-oh, you look absolutely exhausted, my poor boy." She hurried forward, hands outstretched, her simple house dress hugging her soft curves in a way that made Ruï's tired cock twitch despite everything.
Rui had decided not to tie her up again as she had been so well behaved yesterday that he didn't really have the heart to edge that much again so soon.
And he was glad for it. Obachan had dolled up it seemed, her hair rolled up and a bit of rogue on her cheeks, lips an attractive shade of cherry.
The sight of her, in all her soft adoring glory undid him and he didn't hesitate.
Stepping into her space, he cupped her face with both hands and pulled her in for a deep, wet kiss on the lips.
His tongue pushed past her yielding mouth, tasting the faint cherry flavor of her lipstick and the ever-present sweetness of her submission.
Mio melted against him with a soft hum, her hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his uniform shirt.
When he finally broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a beat, she gazed up at him with those adoring eyes, one hand drifting lower.
Her palm pressed against his groin through his pants, rubbing gently over the growing bulge.
"You do look tired, Rui-kun. Let me make you feel better..." she murmured, tempting him oh so sweetly.
'if only I didn't have homework'
Rui sighed, the sound heavy with annoyance as reality crashed back in.
He caught her wrist, halting the teasing strokes, though his cock throbbed in protest. " I have homework, Obachan. It's still the first week, and they've already dumped a mountain on us. So many quirk theory essays and a combat sim report I have to write. it's insane. I have to get through it before I can even think about relaxing." He grouched.
At his words, she pouted instantly, lower lip jutting out in that gentle way that always stirred his loins.
Dragging her wrist from his lax fist, she stepped closer, her body brushing his, voice turning pitiful. "But Rui-kun, that's exactly why you need me to ease your stress. All that work will make you tense. Let me help, please? I just want you to feel better."
Rui paused for a minute thinking it over.
Mio was a distraction.
She wouldn't just leave him alone when she could see how horny and tired he was.
And honestly, he didn't really want to deny himself the simple pleasure of fucking his slut after the hell he has been through today.
"You know what? That's a Great idea." Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, one under her knees and the other supporting her back.
Mio let out a surprised shout, her arms wrapping around his neck while her legs hooked around his waist, ankles locking behind him.
She nuzzled into his throat, nipping lightly at his jaw with her teeth-a seductive bite that sent a jolt straight to his groin.
"Hey!" Rui laughed, free hand coming down to slap her ass playfully through the thin fabric of her dress.
The meaty cheek jiggled under his palm, and she yelped in mock protest, squirming against him, her pussy grinding inadvertently against his hardening cock.
He slapped again, lighter this time, savoring the way she gasped and clung tighter. "Naughty Granny. Behave, or I'll make you wait even longer."
She whined but stayed still.
Such a good girl.
Still grinning, Rui hefted his school bag over one shoulder with his free hand and headed down the hallway toward his room, Obachan's little noises echoing softly.
He deserves a reward after today after all.
The quirk battle and even the slow progression of his harem needed to be commemorated.
Monstrous assignments or not, he was getting his reward. A quick fuck to blow off steam, then he would tackle the books.
-x-X-x-
"Why did I agree to go to UA again."
Currently, Rui sat hunched over the sturdy wooden desk in his room, the setting sun slanting through the shoji screens and casting long shadows across his scattered notebooks.
The homework pile loomed by the side, a thing that no first-year should have to slog through.
His pencil scratched irritably against the paper, mind wandering, when his phone vibrated on the desk with a sharp buzz.
He snatched it up, screen lighting his face in the dimming light.
Then his brow furrowed.
He had a text.
from an Unknown number.
He clicked on it anyway, curious about who would be texting him so close to evening.
The message was short, direct: Text me the address and I'll come over.
Oh. Jirou. Kyoka.
She was finally taking the bait.
Rui's lips split into a wide, predatory grin, teeth flashing white. 'I can not be this lucky.'
He fired off the house coordinates without a second thought, then glanced down at the floor where Obāchan knelt obediently between his spread legs, a place she had occupied since he had begun actually working on his assignments after he had fucked her to completion.
Her warm mouth was enveloped around his half-hard cock, lips sealed around the base in a lazy cockwarm, her tongue occasionally flicking the underside to keep him simmering (it had definitely made homework easier and harder)
Her dark strands of hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes met his with that vacant, adoring gaze she'd worn since fully breaking under the system's influence.
"We'll be having a guest today, Obāchan," Rui said, voice casual as he set the phone aside and threaded fingers through her hair, giving a gentle tug to emphasize the words.
She pulled off his shaft with a soft, wet pop, strings of saliva bridging her lips to the glistening head.
A sweet, blissful smile curved her mouth, cheeks flushed from the effort of holding him deep for so long.
"A guest? For Rui-kun?" Her voice was breathy, almost dreamy, as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
"Uh huh. I'll could use your help with my new friend Obachan."
"I'll make sure to take good care of you and your friend. Whatever you need!"
She leaned forward, planting a quick, sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock before settling back on her heels, hands folded demurely in her lap.
Rui barked out a laugh, the sound echoing off the tatami walls.
She was absolutely perfect.
Rising to his feet, he pulled her up with him, patting her covered bottom where the flared base of a silicone plug sat, the toy making sure all of his seed stayed in her body.
"Yeah, you do that. Be ready for anything. She's feisty, but you'll handle her." He watched her nod eagerly, nearly jumping in place.
"I will!"
An hour ticked by in a haze of half-finished assignments and preparations for his guest.
The Ero-Points he had gotten from his afternoon tryst with Mio were still lower than usual but he could guess the reason for this (the original reward likely having depreciated with its availability.)
Just then, the doorbell chimed through the house, a melodic ding that cut the quiet like a starting bell.
And right on cue the system dinged! with a new message.
[Mission Start: Seduce and Conquer Jirou Kyoka aka Earbud babe. Reward: +1,500 Ero-Points, Skill Unlock (Naughty nectar), Harem Slot Progression. Failure to succeed will result in erectile dysfunction for two months. Note: Host should exercise caution on this mission. Stats are still below optimal level for target's submission.]
Rolling his eyes at the system's dramatics, he quickly stood up from his reclining position on the couch and straightened his shirt, brushing a hand through his spikye his hair before jogging to the genkan and sliding the door open with practiced ease.
Jirou stood there, backpack slung over one shoulder, still in her school uniform, her jacket hanging open on her slim frame.
"Jirou~" he grinned, eyes glimmering, 'You finally came!"
Jirou looked uncomfortable as she stood there, hiking her shoulders higher.
"Yeah... It's just, yeah. She said lamely.
Clearing her throat, she peered past him into the entryway, violet eyes widening slightly at the sprawling traditional home: polished wooden beams, the faint scent of cedar and incense wafting out with sliding doors leading to unseen rooms.
"Whoa, Tanaka. You live in a freaking mansion?"
Her tone was surprised, but appreciative, a smirk tugging at her pierced lip.
And Rui quickly stepped aside, gesturing her in with a welcoming wave. Yeah, it's a family place. Been in the family forever. You can take your shoes off at the tatami." He instructed.
As she kicked off her loafers, he called out, "Obachan! We got company!"
Said older woman appeared from the kitchen hallway, moving with a deliberate, almost floating gait, each step a careful pause, hips swaying as if navigating invisible waves.
Her pink house dress hung loose, a little lopsided at the waist, and a faint sheen of sweat dotted her forehead from the heat of the kitchen..
Mio Tanaka smiled brightly at the sight of Jirou, but there was an airy disconnect in her eyes, like her mind drifted mid-thought. 'Welcome, dear. My name's Mio. I'm Rui's grandmother!" She said brightly, coming close enough to touch the younger girl.
"What can I get you? Tea? Snacks? Make yourself at hom....." Her suddenly trailed off as she steadied herself against the wall for a beat.
"Ahhh.." she whimpered.
At the strange noise, Jirou tilted her head at the older woman, her eyes watching curiously. "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. Are you okay though? You seem a bit... Out of it."
Obachan waved it off with a light laugh. 'Just old bones, sweetie. Nothing a good sleep won't fix."
Beside jirou, Rui bit back a chuckle, amusement sharp as a blade.
Obāchan must have shifted the plug in her ass when she walked over, the toy definitely digging into the nerves there and making her weak-kneed. Clearly she could do with more time with the device in her.
Clearing his throat, he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"C'mon, Jirou. My room's this way. My granny can get us a snack later."
He led her down the hall, leaving Mio to trail back to the kitchen, her footsteps whisper-soft and halting.
He led her inside his room, his futon neatly dressed in the corner, desk cluttered with notes, a low table holding the stack of research printouts he'd 'borrowed from the library sitting Infront of the futon.
Wordlessly, they settled on the edge of the futon, knees almost brushing, the air between them humming with an unspoken tension.
The earphone jack user looking very uncomfortable crossed her arms over her small chest, face set in a defensive position.
"Look, Tanaka, I'm grateful that your trying to help me and even getting all these books for me, but it doesn't mean I can offer more than that. so no funny business, alright? I'm here for quirk tips, not any of that dating stuff. I want to be a real hero. Not your girlfriend."
She didn't need to worry about him wanting to date her, Rui just wanted wanted to make her his personal cumdump.
Nothing much really.
Outwardly, Rui widened his eyes innocently, sliding the top book her way, a dense tome on audio-based quirk enhancements. "Hey don't worry, I don't want any of that too. Scout's honor. I just want to help you. Now, Read up on page 167, It's really interesting." He said earnestly
She nodded sharply, "Good. Keep it that way." With that said, she picked up the book and flipped to the aforementioned page.
He watched her read through it, purple hair falling over her face in concentration.
Then, timed his first subtle push at conquering her.
Leaning back just a fraction, voice dropping to a soothing murmur, he activated Gentle Compulsion.
He wasn't going to go all out with the skill and started commanding her.
According to his stats, she was still way out of his league (His current level at gentle compulsion only being able to fully conquer target's below the thousandth range) and the system had said he should be more cautious, so he was going to seduce her into this as much as possible.
"Man, Jirou, you must be feeling the heat in here already. Summer's no joke, even with the screens." he
said, fanning exaggeratedly at his neck, eyes growing darker with the influence of the skill.
Jirou paused mid-read, a faint flush creeping up her neck.
She shifted, tugging at her collar self-consciously
"Yeah... it's kinda stuffy. Which is really Weird."
A few more minutes passed in a companionable fashion, Rui doling out more compulsion ridden suggestions, (Why don't you relax more, come on sit back~ wow you look really flushed, it must be smouldering in here! That jacket looks really thick, it's probably weighing you down; why don't you take it off) each one weaving the influence deeper.
By the half hour mark, sweat was beading on her temple and her cheek's were flushed.
Finally, she shrugged off the blazer, tossing it aside with a huff.
The uniform shirt clung slightly to her frame now, outlining the modest swell of her chest. "Ugh, what the hell? It's like a sauna in here don't you have any AC!" She fanned herself, jacks flicking irritably.
Rui's pulse quickened at the sight of bare skin, eyes tracing the line of her throat.
He couldn't resist "Here, let me help- He reached out, fingers brushing her arm, the contact meant to amp the compulsion with a touch.
But Jirou's eyes sharpened, clarity snapping back like a whip crack.
She jerked away, shoving his hand hard enough to make him stumble back on the bed. "What the fuck, Tanaka? Back off! I knew this was a trap! You fucking pervert!" Her voice rose, sharp and accusatory, jacks extending like live wires, one whipping out to snag his ankle and yank.
Rui hit the floor with a thud, more surprised than hurt, and he rolled with it, pushing up to his knees which definitely felt bruised.
Shit. This hasn't happened before when he used compulsion.
Something was definitely wrong!
'System! What the hell was going on!"
[System had repeatedly warned Host to be cautious of this conquest and to exercise the necessary patience to seduce current Target. Characters significant to canon have a much higher chance of overriding host's skill set at it's current level]
[Host has no one to blame but himself for this laspe. Host will just have to figure it out.]
Oh fuck you too bro.
Cursing inwardly, he banished the system interface, gaze going back to the incensed girl.
The system was no use in this situation, the little fucker.
He had to do this himself.
It could potentially ruin everything for him if he failed this mission. He hasn't failed a mission yet and he could only dread how awful erectile dysfunction would be.
Worse still if he failed and jirou reported him.
Regardless of his connections, UA wouldn't accept a hero student with such a glaring misdemeanor on his record,, especially if it was from another Hero student.
If he lost his space in UA, then everything he had done to this point would be worthless.
All his stats, his powers, the women he hadn't conquered yet, all of it, would be gone.
Swallowing, he raised up his hands, trying to show that he was harmless.
"Whoa, easy! I'm not going to hurt you. I was just trying to-"
But before he could finish his statement, she bolted for the door, skirt flaring and Rui poured more energy into his Gentle Compulsion, words laced thick as he yelled.
"Jirou, wait! Don't be too hasty and think about it. I can give you everything you want. All you have to do is let me!"
For a heartbeat, her steps faltered, body swaying as the influence tugged
But she shook it off with a snarl, jacks lashing out again to trip him as she lunged for the hallway. "Screw you! I'm out!"
Before she could cross the threshold, Mio materialized like a shadow, her reflexes kicking in, hand snapping out to grab Jirou's wrist.
The older woman twisted it with surprising speed, pinning the girl's arms behind her back while her free hand coiled one of Jirou's own jacks around the girl's palm, binding it tight against itself.
The earphone cord knotted securely, rendering the quirk useless for the moment and Jirou thrashed with the shock of it all, cursing under her breath, but Obächan held firm, her airy demeanor gone and in its place a disturbingly competent pro hero, "Shh, dear. No need to fight it. Rui-kun knows best."
Rui rose, dusting off his pants, a dark gleam in his eyes as he approached the struggling pair.
He whistled, genuinely impressed by Mio when he caught sight of Jirou's bound hands.
Her pro hero skills, rusty as they probably were, seemed to have come quite in handy.
'Good girl, Obachan! I knew I could count on you. Thank you so much!"
Mio nearly vibrated out of her skin at the praise, shuddering happily.
"I'm always happy to help Rui-kun..." she murmured with a blush high in her cheeks, eyes practically shining, "I would do anything for you...."
Awwww.
He couldn't fight the smile that stretched his lips, stupidly touched despite himself.
"You really are the best,' He cupped the older woman's cheek fondly, rewarding her with a quick peck, before turning his gaze on Jirou.
She glared daggers, body twisting in vain against the hold, small frame no match for the older woman's restraint.
"Let me go, you psycho! Fuck! Aren't you supposed to be his grandma?! This is assault-I can have you both arrested!" Jirou spat, but Rui ignored the bluster, stepping close enough to feel her rapid breaths.
'Ah ah... Not if I can help it~" He amped the Gentle Compulsion to full throttle, voice a relentless murmur pressing into her mind.
"I want you to relax for me kyoka, to submit, let the pleasure take over. Your body's craving it!"
Her legs immediately stiffened before they began vibrating, Jirou trying her best to fight against the power of the skill.
"Ah! How are you she cut herself off, snarling like a wild animal as she kicked out in struggle at whatever he was doing to her body but Rui kept his hold over her, dark eyes never leaving her face.
Suddenly, the system's chime pinged in his head-a warning overlay flashing
[System Alert! Caution: Excessive Compulsion may cause neural strain to target and Host. Reduce
intensity to avoid permanent damage.]
At the system's words, Rui's jaw tightened, but he didn't let up, eyes locked on hers.
Because honestly, fuck the warning, the system didn't help when he did it it's way, so it had no right to question his way of doing things.
Besides there was no way in hell he was giving up now, not when he was so close to conquering her.
Banishing the alert, he pushed his Compulsion harder, a headache blooming above his brow.
"I said submit kyoka!"
The pressure mounted and Jirou's struggles weakened, her curses dissolving into confused whimpers.
Finally, her body went slack in Obachan's arms, eyelids fluttering as the compulsion rooted deep in her mind.
Slowly, almost involuntarily, her thighs parted beneath the skirt, knees bending in subtle invitation.
"There we go."
Rui grinned, feral and triumphant, guiding her down to the floor as Obachan released her with a final squeeze of warning to her arms.
He sat cross-legged before the limp girl, hands on her knees to spread them wider, the skirt riding up to reveal simple cotton panties, pale purple with a tiny bow on the front.
Rui had to close his eyes for a moment because of how cute it was for someone who considered herself a punk.
'Sooo cute!' he wailed internally, cock throbbing in their confines.
Opening them again, his gaze then narrowed on the damp spot already blooming at the crotch of the fabric.
He licked his lips, mouth watering at the thought of eating her out, "Doesn't it feel better to relax?" He murmured, squeezing the supple flesh of her thighs in admiration.
But jirou shook her head, eyes glassy as weak protests bubbled from her lips: "N-no... Ah... feels wrong..."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, kyoka. Not until I get your first orgasm. I have to seal the deal you see." Rui said, voice low and coaxing, as he gripped the hem of her shirt and yanked it up further, bunching the fabric under her weak arms.
"Hey! D-dont!"
Her bra followed, unclasped with a flick and shoved aside, exposing small, perky breasts, her nipples hardening in the room's air, pink and begging for attention.
He leaned in, breath ghosting over one peak, but held back, savoring her little shiver at the action.
Instead, he licked his fingers thoroughly, coating them in saliva until they gleamed, then traced down her body. Past the quivering stomach, under the skirt's edge, grabbing the little panties and tugging them over her barely haired legs before spreading them once more, this time with her entire pussy on display.
She was clean shaven.
Rui nearly passed out from how fast blood flowed to his neither regions, practically ravishing the sight of that red flushed cunt lips as they trembled in the cool air of the room.
Kami, he felt like he was going to get a nose bleed from how beautiful her teenage pussy looked!
"Your kitty looks so good kyoka~ good enough to eat~"
He whispered reverently, almost like he was telling her a secret.
Jirou blushed hotly, caught between embarrassment and the weird hot feeling that seemed to have taken up space in her tummy as she tried once more to close her legs.
But the strange force that had spread them in the first place was still in control, forcing them into a nearly uncomfortable stretch as she lay under the eyes of her perverted classmate.
Said pervert simply winked at her red face, wet fingers trailing lower down her body, swirling through her pussy to gather some of her juices until he came to stop at the furled opening of her anus.
"But, regardless of how good it looks, I can't make it that sweet for you, though. You're going to cum, yes, but it's going to be the hard way. You see I have a strange little entity I have to impress into giving me more stats and I do have to punish you for being so rude to me too."
His slicked fingertips circled her tight asshole, pressing gently at first, then firmer, the puckered ring resisting before yielding to the intrusion.
One finger breached, slow and deliberate, knuckle-deep into the hot, clenching passage.
Jirou gasped, body arching off the floor, a mix of protest and moan escaping her.
"Ah-wait, that's... not... oh kami... Her hips twitched, the unwanted stimulation sparking nerves she didn't know fired that way, the compulsion twisting the discomfort into building heat.
Straightening his finger, the digit plunged even deeper into Jirou's clenching asshole, twisting against the hot, velvety walls that spasmed around it.
Then he crooked it and digged.
"Ngh!" The girl clenched her cheeks, and kicked out, nearly taking his head off.
Phewww. She's really stubborn. That won't do.
Rui shifted backwards, far enough away from any stray kicks, before looking over to Mio who had stayed kneeling silently beside jirous head.
"Hold her open for me."
The older woman immediately set to work, happy to have a task, and knelt behind Jirou on the tatami mat, pushing her up with little effort and sitting the school girl on her lap, her ample breasts pressing like soft pillows against the girl's back as she wrapped her arms under Jirou's thighs.
Noiselessly, she lifted and spread Jirou's legs wide, holding them draped over her forearms, forcing the purple-haired girl's body to lean back into her soft chest.
Jirou's small frame trembled, her head lolling against Obächan's shoulder, violet eyes glazed with the compulsion's haze, while her skirt bunched uselessly around her waist and her purple panties dangled from one ankle.
Fuckkkkk. It was such a hot image, Rui felt his cock throb from the lust of it all.
"Tell me, Jirou," Rui managed to say, his voice rough, locking eyes with her as he pumped his finger in and out, the slick sounds filling the room. "Who knows you're here? Is- is there anyone waiting for you?"
Jirou's lips parted immediately, the words forced out amid her whimpers. "My P-parents... think I'm at the I-library.... Ngh! I'm n-not supposed to be home till seven... pm..." Her voice hitched as his finger curled inside her, grazing nerves that made her earphone jacks flicker weakly against her bound wrists.
7pm huh.
Well, time was on his side then. It was only 5:30pm, plenty of time to break her in.
Just then, the system notified him, seemingly back to normal after neither he or Jirou died from spontaneous combustion:
[Target Arousal: 48%. Orgasm Tracked, Progress: 15%.]
She was so close already.
He leaned in, breath warm on her neck and pressed a kiss right on her bobbing throat.
"That's a good girl kyoka-chan. I'm going to make everything feel amazing. Just let it build, sink into the heat-I'll handle the rest." His free hand trailed her inner thigh, a small distraction against the burn in her rear but it was still not enough to take her mind from the pain of being opened up this way.
"A-ahh... it stings... It's too, too much..." Jirou moaned softly, tears pricking her eyes, but her body betrayed her, hips twitching forward under Obächan's firm hold.
Not wasting any time, Rui added a second finger, scissoring them to pry her open wider, the tight ring yielding with a wet squelch!
Her asshole fluttered, gripping him fiercely as he drew slick from her untouched pussy, dipping his thumb there to gather the dripping arousal before smearing it on her hole atmd trusting back in.
''Mmm, feel that? Your ass is loving it already. It's so eager for more."
Rui palmed his straining erection through his pants, rubbing the hard bulge as pre-cum dampened the cloth.
He thrust the two fingers deeper, twisting to massage her inner walls, as the girls chest heaved with every breath she managed to take in.
"'Nngh... haa... hurts but... oh... Please" Jirou's murmurs turned to breathy cries, her body arching.
The system updated: [Arousal: 65%. Orgasm Tracked, Progress: 32%. Degradation bonus +50 Ero points.]
He added the third finger, forcing it in alongside the others, her ass stretching taut around the intrusion.
At that, Jirou wailed, tears spilling down her cheeks to soak into the fabric of her bra.
"Aaaah! Too full! stop! It burns so bad... ahh!' Her cries echoed, but her pussy clenched visibly, leaking more slick that he scooped up to ease the way, body shuddering in Obachan's arms and her mall tits jiggling with each sob.
Rui squeezed his cock harder, arousal spiking at her distress.
"You can take it, baby! I know you can!"
With a snarl, he pushed in the fourth finger, knuckles pressing against her rim as her asshole swallowed them with a obscene stretch.
The pink flesh turned pale from the strain, puckering wildly.
[Arousal: 82%. Orgasm Tracked, Progress: 52%. Threshold approaching, Host needs to push her over the edge. Proceed with caution.]
The ero hero couldn't help but laugh at the instructions, dark mind already knowing what to do to push a anal slut like this over the edge.
Slowing down his thrusts, he widened his eyes and smiled down at the tear marked face of his target, making his voice softer, sweeter.
"Just breathe, Kyoka-chan. I know you can take it. Trust me. You're body wants it. "He gentled as he tucked his thumb against his palm, forming a tight fist, and began bullying her hole wider with steady pressure, rocking his hand to inch forward.
Her ass resisted, the rim flaring around his knuckles.
"It won't-ahh! Please, please! Too big... you'll rip me!" she shouted, voice high pitched.
She hiccupped when he only pushed harder, "I'm gonna die... waaah!" Jirou wailed, voice cracking into desperate sobs as she thrashed feebly in Mio's grip, fresh tears streaming from her eyes and mixing with her drool as she gasped for air.
Rui just grinned wider, eyes dark with hunger.
"Oh but It will fit. All you have to do is relax for me. I already have four of my fingers in you." He huffed with amusement, ""You're clearly built for this!"
Turning to his silent grandmother, he finally looked at her, taking in the flush on her face and the way her cherry lips had been bitten to the point of bruising as she watched them.
She was clearly turned on by this. Very turned on, if the way she was clenching her spread thighs underneath the girl were to be acknowledged.
Giving her a grin, he inclined his head at her naughtiness, before flicking his eyes towards the schoolgirls clenching asshole.
It only took her a moment to get it.
Mio's lips dropped open with an 'O' but to her credit (and his training) she barely reacted and instead shifted her hold slightly, using her thumbs to dig into Jirou's ass cheeks and spread them further apart, exposing the entrance that was straining around his knuckles fully.
The cool air kissed the stretched skin, and Jirou's shock at this quickly turned into panicked shouting:
"Nooo! Ugh-don't pull! Aaaah! It's splitting... haa... It's... too wide!"
With the extra space given, Rui pressed harder, his fist breaching her asshole inch by agonizing inch.
The tight ring gave way with a pop, engulfing his entire hand up to the wrist in her hot, convulsing depths.
Jirou choked on her spit, a gurgling wheeze escaping as her body seized, eyes rolling back.
Her asshole clamped down like a vise, rippling around his buried fist, the sensation unlike anything he'd felt.
It felt like velvet fire sucking him in.
"G-guh... ahh... Rui!!" Jirou shuddered violently, leaning heavier into Mio, her moans fracturing into animalistic gasps.
Rui twisted his fist gently inside her, feeling the walls pulse and try to milk him, absolutely fascinated by the warmth gripping him.
It was his first time fisting anyone so he was a little over excited as he pushed in.
Not going to lie, a part of him hadn't even expected her virgin body to accept even up to his four fingers, not to talk of a fist.
It was absolutely insane what a young body could handle.
Meanwhile in the corner of his vision, the system HUD raced: [Arousal: 95%. Orgasm Tracked, Progress: 78%... 85%... surging!]
Inwardly, jirou felt like she was about to die, 'F-feels..like I'm.... exploding... n-no, too much... haa! C-coming... her broken mind tried to piece together, too far gone for anything coherent.
Her body locked up, then convulsed as the orgasm hit like a storm and her high pitched squeal turned into a strangled scream, pussy squirting untouched in forceful arcs that splashed Rui's arm, her asshole spasming wildly around his fist.
Her orgasm felt like it went on forever, her insides fluttering with aftershocks as she choked on air and spit as black spots danced in her vision.
Finally, when the sensations had run their course, she went limp, her fluttering shut as she slumped fully against Mio, passed out in a heap of sweat and tears.
[Orgasm Achieved: Anal Domination Milestone. Ero-Points +1500. + 500 Bonus Ero points. Total: 2000 Ero points. Congratulations, Host-Naughty Nectar unlocked! Description: This is an aphrodisiac deployed via saliva, touch, or any bodily fluids and induces unbreakable lust (Lv. 1: 30-min duration, Ensures 50% obedience; upgradable). Earbud babe has been conquered! Host has successfully completed the mission! Jirou kyoka, Loyalty: 45%. You are now eligible for the Store feature. Access via mental command.]
Rui's eyes widened, a feral, predatory grin splitting his face.
He slowly withdrew his fist from Jirou's body, the sound of wet friction echoing in the quiet room.
He took a moment to watch with dark fascination as her asshole remained wide, a dark, pulsing ring that took several seconds to begin winking shut, weeping a slow trickle of slick and internal fluids, before turning away from the sight and focusing on his new prize.
He had finally hit the jackpot.
"Hell yes!" He swore happily, nearly bouncing in place.
He commanded the interface open, the holographic menu blooming in his mind: [Store Menu: Augmentations, Skills (Strength upgrade by 5%: 3000 pts; Stamina Extension by 5%: 4000 pts); Ero Arsenal Upgrades (Lewd Lens Lv.4: 150000 pts; Compulsion Upgrade: 180000 pts); Items (Endurance Lube: 10000 pts; Bondage Kit: 1500 pts; Harem Collar: 7000 pts); Consumables (Aphro-Pills: 2000 pts each; Recovery Serum: 10000 pts). More unlocked at higher levels.]
His gaze zeroed on Augmentations, heart pounding.
He tapped it mentally, scrolling through the options: Muscle Density: 5000 pts; Speed Burst: 6000 pts; Cock Enhancement (Length +3in, Girth +20%, Prehensile Control: 8000 pts).
Hmmm. 8,000-points felt like a lot to spend on just growing his cock, but with 10k points burning a hole in his pocket, he didn't hesitate.
He mentally tapped the purchase, watching his points drain down to 2,750 points.
Nothing happened for a heartbeat.
Then, absolute agony erupted.
"Ah!"
It felt like his DNA was being shredded and rewoven. Fire lanced through his veins, his muscles cramping like steel cables being twisted by a winch.
Rui gasped, his knees hitting the floor with a heavy thud beside the females, his body seizing in violent, rhythmic jerks.
"F-fuck-ahh!" He hissed, his fingers clawing at the mats as sweat drenched his brow.
Mio's eyes widened at the sight of this and she unceremoniously dropped Jirou's limp form, the girl's head hitting the mat with a soft thump, and scrambled to him.
"Rui! What's happening? Rui-kun!"
She cradled his head, her sweet face pale with panic and her hands fluttering over his twitching, overheated skin.
The pain crested, particularly centered around his groin, a white-hot flash of sensation, before ebbing into a deep, throbbing ache.
"Owww...," he whimpered, pushing his head further into Mio's stroking hands. His entire body ached like he had been hit with a truck.
But lower down... wayyyy down, it felt like his center of gravity was changing.
Was it what he thinks it is?
Rui swallowed, his breath hitching as he ripped open his pants and shoved them down to his knees.
His cock sprang free with a heavy, meaty sound.
Once a solid seven inches, it was now a monstrous eleven-inch weapon, thick as a man's wrist, with dark, heavy veins bulging along its length.
The head flared like a crown, and it bobbed with a mind of its own, twitching and swaying in the cool air of the room.
Mio abruptly froze.
Her eyes locked onto the beast, her mouth falling open as the panic in her eyes was incinerated by a raw, hungry gleam.
"l-it's... so big," she whispered, her voice a breathless tone of worship.
"Rui-kun's cock... gods, look at that..."
She opened her mouth unconsciously, saliva dribbling down her chin, unchecked.
Rui breathed hard, pushing himself into a seating position, before wrapping his hand around the base.
It was so thick he could barely get his fingers around it.
He felt the new weight, the new sensitivity sending jolts of pure electricity through him.
He looked up at her, his voice dropping into a rough, commanding rasp.
"Why don't we try it out, Obachan? Show me how much you love the new and improved version."
-x-X-x-
Jirou's consciousness clawed its way back through layers of suffocating fog.
Her body felt like a map of blunt-force trauma, every nerve ending screaming in protest.
Her eyelids cracked open, the room a blur of soft amber light and the scent of jasmine incense mixing with something muskier, saltier.
Memory hit her like a physical blow.
The hallway. The books. Rui's hand, pushing, invading, tearing into her where no one was ever supposed to go.
"No..." she gasped, the word barely a whisper.
She jerked upright in a blind panic, but the sudden motion sent a spike of lightning through her core.
A whine tore from her throat as she collapsed forward, her hand instinctively dropping between her legs.
Her fingers brushed her backside, and she froze when it came in contact with her anus.
It felt loose, hot, and puffy.
A ruined ring that refused to clench properly.
Slickness coated her skin, her own juices mixed with sweat.
'It's... gaping. Still open. She thought deliriously...
A fresh wave of shame flooded her. She had come from that.
She had squirted like-like some porn star! Even when he put his hand in her like a toy. Even though it hurt.
Tears pricked her eyes, hot and humiliated as sobs built in her chest, just waiting to be unleashed.
"Ah, I see you've woken up,"
Her little bubble of self pity burst.
Jirou's head snapped up.
Rui stood there, tall and composed, his pants still discarded.
But it was the sound that made her heart stop.
A wet, rhythmic gargling. She was so distracted by her pain that her quirk hadn't even registered it but now it was all she could hear. A sloppy dragging and gagging noise that sounded so very painful.
Slowly, she looked down, and wished she hadn't.