The air in the classroom of Aldera Junior High was thick enough to choke on—a heavy, humid mix of teenage sweat and the metallic tang of latent Quirks.
"Don't group me with these extras, teach!" Katsumi Bakugo barked, leaning back so far in her chair that her unbuttoned shirt fell open, her firm, pale breasts straining against the desk. "Most of these losers will be lucky to end up as sidekicks for some D-list agency. I'm the only one here with the 'Will' to go all the way."
The class erupted in protests, but Katsumi just smirked, her ruby eyes flashing with predatory intent. "Shut it! I aced the mock exams. I'm going to U.A., and I'm going to surpass even All Might. I'll be the top hero, and everyone—including the Symbol of Peace—is going to kneel before me."
The teacher, seemingly unfazed by her naked ambition or her exposed chest, adjusted his glasses. "Oh, that's right. Midoriya, you wanted to go to U.A. too, didn't you?"
The silence that followed lasted exactly one second before the entire room exploded in mocking laughter. The students jeered, pointing at the "Quirkless" boy sitting in the back.
"I am going to be a hero," Izuku said, his voice cutting through the noise. It wasn't the stuttering plea of the old Izuku; it was a cold, hard statement of fact.
Katsumi didn't just laugh. She lunged. An explosion sparked in her palm as she slammed her hand onto Izuku's desk, the heat singeing the wood. "Listen here, Deku! You're a pebble in my path. You're Quirkless. You're nothing. You don't get to stand on the same level as me!"
"I'm not competing with you, Katsumi," Izuku said, looking her straight in the eye, his gaze lingering on the dark, hardened tips of her breasts. "I'm just doing what I have to do. I won't know if I can do it unless I try."
Katsumi's face contorted into a snarl. "Try? I'll show you what happens to 'tries' in this world."
With a blurred motion, she grabbed Izuku by the collar and slammed him onto the floor. Before he could react, she straddled his chest, her muscular thighs pinning his arms down. The class cheered, circling around them as if watching a gladiatorial match.
"You want to be a hero? Then learn your place as an extra," she hissed. She hiked her gym shorts to the side, exposing the golden, wet slit of her core directly over his face.
The heat coming off her was immense. Before Izuku could blink, a hot, steaming stream of golden liquid hit his mouth. Katsumi let out a long, shaky breath, her face flushed with a mix of arrogance and relief as she urinated directly into his mouth in front of the entire class.
This is it, Izuku thought, the "old" shame trying to flare up before being crushed by the new reality. To his shock, he didn't hate it. The taste was sharp, musky, and carried the intense pheromonal heat of her "Explosion" Quirk. Instead of gagging, he began to swallow, his tongue reaching out to lick at her pulsing folds.
Katsumi's eyes went wide. The arrogant smirk crumbled as Izuku's tongue worked with a masterful, rhythmic pressure against her clitoris. Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably, a high-pitched, broken moan escaping her lips.
"D-Deku! Stop—ah! What are you—!"
The alpha female was trembling, her legs shaking as she experienced a sudden, violent climax right there on his face. She scrambled off him, she was more angry because she lost control of herself in front of this pathetic deku.
Fuming, she sparked an explosion right in front of his face—close enough for the heat to blister the air. The blast caught his "Hero Analysis" notebook, charring the edges. "I'm letting you go now," she rasped, trying to regain her composure as she adjusted her clothes. "But I'll kill you soon, Deku."
As she walked away, Izuku picked up the scorched notebook. A flash of the original soul's memory hit him—the doctor's cold words about the double joint in his toe, the way his mother had cried and apologized instead of believing in him.
Don't worry, he thought, gripping the notebook. I'll fulfill your wish. And as for Katsumi... I'm going to fuck her so thoroughly she won't be able to walk for a week. That's my revenge.
He left the school, the evening air cool against his sweat-slicked skin. He walked toward the underpass, his "system" screaming that the story was about to truly begin. He entered the damp, dark tunnel, the smell of sewage and rot filling his nose.
Suddenly, a mass of green, sentient sludge erupted from the manhole. "A medium-sized bodysuit... perfect!" the villain hissed.
The sludge surged forward, wrapping around Izuku's neck and chest. It was cold and slimy, trying to force its way into his mouth. Izuku struggled, but he wasn't afraid. He felt the raw, physical power of the villain's mass, the sludge rubbing against his groin with a disgusting, rhythmic pressure.
"Don't worry," the villain gurgled into his ear. "It'll only hurt for about forty-five seconds... then you'll feel nothing but me inside you."
Izuku's eyes widened as the sludge began to tighten, but then—a shockwave.
"TEXAS... SMASH!"
The air pressure was so violent it felt like a physical wall. The sludge villain was instantly atomized, splattered across the tunnel walls in a thousand sticky pieces.
Izuku fell to his knees, gasping. He looked up, his vision blurry. Standing there, silhouetted by the setting sun, was a mountain of a man.
All Might.
The Symbol of Peace was a titan of bronzed, rippling muscle. He was completely, majestically naked. His chest was a vast expanse of power, and between his legs hung a massive, dark-veined member that swung with a heavy, swinging momentum as he stepped forward. It was the most "heroic" thing Izuku had ever seen—a literal pillar of virility that seemed to command the very air around it.
"HAVE NO FEAR, CITIZEN!" All Might boomed, his voice vibrating through Izuku's very bones.
He walked closer, his massive frame towering over the boy. The scent of him was intoxicating—pure, concentrated male musk. He reached out a massive, calloused hand to help Izuku up, his heavy cock bobbing in the open air, inches from Izuku's face.
"I apologize for getting you caught up in my villain hunting!" All Might laughed, his pelvic muscles rippling with every breath. "But you're safe now!"
Izuku looked up at the god standing before him. The fear, the tension, the "tragedy"—it all evaporated. He grinned, his eyes fixed on the swinging weight of the man who held the key to his future.
Finally, Izuku thought as his consciousness began to fade from the adrenaline. The real fun starts now