Chapter 245 - My OC Stash #45 - Sc_u_mbag Hero Academia by Flux Casey (MyHeroAcademia) (2/2)
He really doesn't want to play along with that. ”Uhh, yeah, let's do evil I guess.”
”You can do better than that! Come on, like before!”
… Well, if she wants him to be a villain... His chin rises, looking down his nose at her. ”Yes, my dark mistress,” he purrs, hands clasped behind his back once again as he approaches his partner in villainy, ”Once I have put down those foolish heroes once and for all, we shall rule for eternity together!”
His arms come around her waist, Momo letting out an ”Oh!” of surprise as he dips her, their lips barely an inch away from touching.
”When I return, I want you ready and waiting for me,” his hand slips down over a hip to her belt, ”wearing only this.” Suddenly, he smiles with a cruel edge to it. ”Perhaps I'll even bring the girl back with me for us to play with together? Would you like that?”
Momo, flushed so red she's surprised her face hasn't caught fire, can only respond with a strangled ”Ah?”
Raising her back up and twirling her away as if in a dance, he releases her hand and strides through the open door. It takes a moment before he starts hearing the clang of Momo building a barricade behind him.
”Young Saisei, you know I heard all of that, right?” All Might's voice crackles in his ear. ”And everyone saw it?”
”So? Just part of the exercise,” Saiki responds but isn't able to hide his smirk.
The blue-haired boy takes a quick survey of the building layout since he still has a little time. It's a lot more cramped than it would seem according to the floor-plan. The biggest problem would be catching the heroes before they can reach Yaoyorozu. Every floor has two stairways up except the first floor to the second and the fourth floor to the fifth. But it's already been proven the first floor can be skipped entirely and the objective is on the fourth floor so that's no help to him. However... There's a clear line of sight on the third floor between the two staircases. All he has to do is keep himself concealed on that path and catch them on their way up!
About ten minutes later, Jirou and Kaminari ascend to the third floor, cautiously peeking around a corner, the electric quirk user pulls back, giving his partner a thumbs up as they scurry back down to the second floor.
”So he's watching the stairs,” Jirou correctly surmises, ”and we know Yaoyorozu is on the floor above.”
”Should we split up? He can't chase both of us!” Kaminari suggests.
”You saw him in the quirk tests, I think he can. Not to mention whatever his 'dark mistress' did to secure the bomb room.”
”So what? We can't take him on!”
”Sure we can!” Jirou counters, ”You said you're like a human stun-gun, that you fried the robots in the entrance exam! All you have to do is touch him!”
”... You think?” Denki asks, starting to like the idea of felling one of the class' titans so early in the school year.
”Gekokujo, right?” Jirou asks with a dry smile.
The electric quirk user swallows, but nods firmly. ”Right!”
-(-)-
”Oh?” Saiki says aloud as he drops from his hiding place on the ceiling of clinging to a light fixture. The reason? Denki Kaminari was ignoring the stairs entirely and walking in his direction. ”You're approaching me? Instead of running away you're coming right to me?”
Denki has to hold in a laugh. Certainly playing up the villain routine. And quoting one of the greats, even! ”I can't beat the shit out of you without coming closer.” Not strictly true but he can't help continuing the bit.
”Then by all means, get as close as you like!” Saiki offers, opening his arms wide in a welcoming gesture before settling in a rough fighting stance.
Kaminari steps forward. Again. Again.
Saiki's smile turns eager.
”Heartbeat–”
Kaminari dives into another passage and out of sight!
”–Stereo!”
”W–Gyahhhhh!!!” Before Saiki can even question, his world is consumed with absurd, deafening noise! He clutches at his head to cover his ears hoping to escape the pain but it's no use!
”Now, Kaminari!”
”GEKOKUJOOOOOOO!!!” comes Kaminari's battle cry as he dives on the unknowing, unhearing Saiki and lighting him up like a christmas tree, dumping electricity into his unresisting body!
”Ghhh!” Saiki grunts, pushing through the pain to slam Denki in the c_h_e_s_t with both arms, shoving him away with enough force to make the electric boy feel like he's coughing up a lung! ”Ghhh!” he groans out as he forces. His feet. To turn. Around.
And face Jirou. ”Ohhh, crap,” the punk girl utters on seeing her opponent will himself towards her. She's run out of options. If she runs, he'll chase her down. If she stays, he'll reach her. The best she can do is hope Kaminari can tag him again before he gets to her, not knowing Kaminari can't even stand, let alone help her. She cringes as he gets close to arm's reach away from her and she takes a step back towards the stairs.
Not even the slightest bit willing to allow that, Saiki lunges for her and uses his superior strength to turn her around, giving him a respite from the wave of sound coming from the speakers in her costume. As he feels the relief of the sound giving out, he collapses atop her, fumbling for the capture tape and wrapping it around her arms. ”Thank you,” he tells her, strain audible in his voice. ”Sound. Never thought of that one so I'm not resistant to it. I'd love to train with you sometime, fix that weakness.” With that said, he gets up from on top of her, stumbling his way back to Kaminari and doing the same to him too, shrugging off the electric attack the boy attempts as a last stand.
”Villain team WIIIIIN! No, young Yaoyorozu! Costume stays on! The exercise is over!”
-(-)-
”So, MVP of this match, any guesses?”
Momo being the one to answer in the previous matches doesn't know how the match played out. So instead, Kirishima takes a stab. ”Saisei did a pretty good job taking on both heroes at once!”
”Yes, he defeated both of them. However, his overconfidence in allowing them to attack him as they pleased caused him quite a bit of pain that could have been avoided!”
Saiki was stunned. But he still won!
”On top of that, his chosen strategy might have worked out, but it still allowed the enemy more options to deal with him! Stopping on the third floor when there were two routes past him means the hero team could have split up, one of them distracting him while the other attacks their sanctum! There was nothing to stop him from obstructing or destroying one of the staircases in the time it took the hero team to arrive. Instead he waited, and handed the hero team the initiative.”
But he stopped them anyway! And even if he hadn't, Momo had it covered!
”No, I believe the MVP of this match has to be Young Jirou!”
”Yeah!” Kaminari cheers, ”Gekoku–”
”We can stop saying that now,” Jirou interrupts, cutting him down.
”Acting as the tactician of their team, she correctly pinpointed the enemies' locations, scouted them out for confirmation and came up with a suitable plan for dealing with the enemy they were presented with. Had Kaminari considered the capture tape in his ambush, it very well might have worked! Credit must also be given to Young Yaoyorozu for her diligent fortifications but unfortunately she didn't participate in the match enough to be considered MVP.”
”Shoot! And we did so well in getting into character too!” Momo complains, apparently still in character as she has her arm wrapped around Saiki's waist as she is pressed into his side.
Not that it comforts Saiki any.
… Well maybe a little.
”Let's draw our next match participants!”
-(-)-
”Hey Creeper.”
Saiki's lips purse as he hears someone get called a creeper as he's walking out of school. That's rude. Glancing behind him to see who it is and who they're talking about, he finds Katsumi Bakugo glaring at him. ”You're talking to me?”
”Fight me.”
”... Excuse me?”
”I said fight me you creepy bastard!” she growls as she takes two stomping steps forward.
Well. Her pride has taken a beating today if she's that desperate to prove herself. While his common sense tells him he should decline... Saiki's pride hadn't exactly gotten off scot-free either. Discovering a weakness he never considered, single-handedly winning the match and getting no credit for it. He could use a reason to feel like he's on top again too. And as that phrase runs through his mind, he knows exactly how to do it. ”Alright.”
”You're damn right! Now come at me!”
”No,” he denies quickly, ”Not here. Right outside of school? Do you want to be suspended? Let's find somewhere private. Out of the way.”
Teeth grinding, barely containing her anger, she follows him to the best place he can think of that they won't be bothered. There's a pretty significant bit of woodland area outside of UA. Not really used for anything to his knowledge, maybe survival exercises or something? In any case, it isn't in use now and that's the important part. ”Okay then.”
”Finally!” she grins menacingly, explosions bursting in her upturned hands.
”Ah-ah-ah!” he wags his finger as his other hand unfastens his tie, blazer and shirt. He can't afford to replace them just for something like this. ”What are the stakes?”
”What the hell are you talking about, stakes?! It's a fight to see who's better!”
”In that case I wasted your time bringing you out here,” he shrugs, both to express his disinterest and take off his shirt. ”One demand. Winner gets to demand one thing from the loser.”
”Whatever, I don't care about that crap, just fight me!” she yells, throwing her hands back to blast herself toward him!
As she nears him with literal explosive force, he quicksteps to the side to avoid her charge, not making any move to counter. ”Shall I take that as a yes?”
”Fine! Just–!” she swings around and launches a hand towards his face–
He grabs her by the wrist. ”Wonderful.” His smile is the one she named him for, that smile he showed in the battle trial, the one that says he just got exactly what he wanted.
Katsumi doesn't intend to let him relish in it, her other hand coming from beneath to blast him in the solar plexus. And she does.
And he lets her.
It stings, it burns, and it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. Like someone strong punched him in the stomach. He braces before he lets the pain show on his face, or his self-flagellation over letting someone hit him assuming he can take it again.
”That stings,” is all he says, concealing the other effects as he still holds her wrist.
”What the hell–!”
”Heat, blunt force. The usual causes of injury from explosions.”
Another explosion from her right hand goes off right in front of his face!
… To no visible effect. ”And light. Thank you. Forgot about that one. My quirk allowed me to develop a resistance to all of them.” With superhuman strength, he puts his other arm to her abdomen and flips her over, slamming her into the dirt! ”I'll have to thank Izuku for that one.”
”Don't–!” she interrupts herself with a cough as she gets to her feet, ”Don't you bring up that damn nerd right now! You're fighting me! Take this seriously!”
Saiki starts weaving to dodge her furious barrage of blasts, all aimed at what should be debilitating weak points that he's deliberately trained out of himself. ”Take you seriously. I've known you all of two days and all I've seen you do is scream, talk shit, and get put down for your own arrogance and temper.” As a swing goes wide, he takes the opportunity to drive a knee into her abdomen. ”Take you seriously. I'll take you seriously when you take you seriousl–” Saiki's mouth is suddenly slammed shut by an explosive uppercut.
With enough sweat built up, Bakugou had used an explosion at her elbow to drive her fist forward. ”About time you shut up!” she grins fiercely at finally doing some noticeable damage, only to get picked up by her shoulder and crotch and tossed at a tree.
”Ah,” Saiki grunts as he works his jaw, trying to settle the ache in it. ”And I bit my tongue too!” Turning around, he regards the fallen girl struggling to get her hands under her. ”Huh. Your left hand is shaking.”
”F_u_c_k you!”
”You're not immune to your own explosions are you?”
”F_u_c_k off and die!”
”No wait,” he corrects himself with sudden realisation, ”Your right hand is dominant. But that punch was with your left... That's why you don't use that move more often isn't it? Why you didn't use it until you got desperate. You take the full force of the punch in your forearm from both directions.”
”Shut up shut up SHUT UP!”
His brow furrows at her continued attempts to fight. She's standing but one hand clearly isn't in it anymore. He's actually a little concerned now. It's no fun if she destroys herself. He decides to make one more attempt to talk her down but after that... ”Are you just going to break your arms pointlessly? Like Izuku?”
It's a miscalculation. He doesn't know the pair of them well enough. That Katsumi Bakugo doesn't back down, that she won't tolerate anyone comparing her to 'Deku'.
And so, once again he sways out of the way of her now one-handed assault. Her tenacity isn't impressive anymore. Now it's just sad. ”What's your plan for when that arm gives out?” he asks, leaping back to get away from the last large explosive slap she brings his way. While before she had kept up with him using her explosions to propel her, now she can't manage that feat. Not with only one arm. And as she continues trying to catch him with blasts he's proven he isn't bothered by, he notices her 'good' arm starting to twitch. His eyes narrow. ”You're not recovered from the battle training, are you?”
”F_u_c_k you, you aren't either!” she barks at him, trying to swing at him again.
He halts her arm before it can get close. As she tries to push in and kick him he catches the leg too. Good flexibility, he notes, and surprisingly soft skin. ”I am. My quirk is basically regeneration and improvement. Not only can I hear again, I can hear better than ever.” He takes in her panting and shaking form. ”You, meanwhile, are tired, not thinking clearly and still dealing with the earlier fight on top of the damage you got in this one. So,” with how he has her limbs trapped it's easy to pick her up despite her struggles and slam her not too forcefully into a tree, ”Do you give up yet?”
BOOM!
The smoke clears, Saiki's left ear rings from the noise but despite a momentary flinch, he doesn't show any reaction, still holding her against the tree. ”How about now?”
Her teeth grit so hard they might break. She can't deny it any longer. She felt like she was being outclassed left and right by the other students. She wanted to prove herself, prove she still deserves to stand at the top! So she picked a fight and fought stupid, in her own head the whole time. He even played on it, bringing up that f_u_c_k_i_n_g Deku!
”I lost... And to a f_u_c_k_i_n_g creep like you...” she grinds out.
Saiki rolls his eyes. ”It's almost like people in the top hero program in the country are strong or something.”
”Fine. Now f_u_c_kin' let me go!” she demands, right arm and left leg struggling in his grip. He lets go of her arm but as she tries to push past him his hand slams into the tree over her shoulder, pinning her against it with his larger body. ”The f_u_c_k are you doing, creeper?”
He smiles down at her in that way she hates as he pushes even further into her personal space. ”Getting my prize, what does it look like?”
”Your prize?” she asks, only to realise, the stupid bet he wouldn't shut up about. ”Oh whatever, get the f_u_c_k out of my way, creeper.”
”Huh, really?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and that damn smile. ”You struck me as such a proud girl. I guess not if you'll just welch like that. Or did I break your pride that much?”
”Eat shit and die, creeper!” she snaps as a knee-jerk reaction to someone looking down on her... ”What do you want.”
His face gets close enough to hers she can feel the warmth of his breath but she barely notices it compared to the feel of his hand groping her c_h_e_s_t. ”Your v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y.”
”F_U_C_K YOU!” she shouts trying to shove him away to no avail. ”Is this how a pathetic piece of shit like you gets girls? Has to beat 'em up first?!”
He grins at her, pulling back a bit. ”Is that what happened here? Did I beat you up?”
”Tch!”
”Do you want to be the number one hero?”
”What the f_u_c_k does that have to do with this?!”
”Because it drives you. I like that. I like that passion. It reminds me of me, if in an angrier sort of way. So I want to take something from you. Something you can never get back. A loss that will drive you all the more, to push you to greater heights.” His hand moves from her b_r_e_a_s_t down under her skirt to slide his fingers over her covered mound. ”If you want to, you can just say no,” he comments lightly, drawing lazy circles over her p_u_s_s_y. ”It just means you're the kind of coward who runs away from the consequences of her actions, that's all.”
She hates him. That's what she realises in that moment. She hates his stupid f_u_c_k_i_n_g ponytail. That ugly smile. The condescension. They way even now he's taking liberties with her body as if he already knows she'll agree.
She hates that he's right.
He vastly overestimates how much she values something as stupid as her v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y. Like what, is she supposed to save herself for marriage or some dumb shit like that? Stay pure so she can land a good husband as if that f_u_c_k_i_n_g matters? But... Even if it's something she doesn't value, even if it doesn't matter half as much as the creeper thinks it does, he's still taking something from her. He still beat her. He's still looking down on her. And if she lets this happen... Well he's right about that too. She won't rest until she can kill him with her own hands!
She channels all of the hate that she feels into her eyes as she fixes him with a glare. ”Next time... I'll win.” It's a promise she intends to keep.
”Well then,” he answers with glee as his hands come together to unbutton her jacket and school blouse, ”I'll look forward to next time too.” As he pulls open her shirt to reveal her sports bra he's surprised she makes no move to look away or cover herself, just continuing to glare at him. The fire in her eyes only makes him harder, makes him want her all the more. He pulls up her bra and firmly gropes and squeezes her tits. They aren't big, more of a size to fit comfortably in his hands as he massages them, thumbs rolling over her n_i_p_p_l_es in a way that makes her breath quicken. She can fight the feelings he's causing all she likes but she'll end up enjoying this. He's had plenty of practice and for him, practice makes better than perfect.
One hand slides down her strong, well-defined abs to the hem of her skirt, then up and under it, starting to peel down her spats with the one hand before the other comes to help. He leans towards her–
”Don't you f_u_c_k_i_n_g kiss me,” she growls with deadly intent.
Fair enough. Maybe he'll make that his prize for next time. Saiki admits to himself that maybe he let his own d_e_s_i_r_e for gratification get the better of him here. But it might just be worth it when he gets a look at her p_u_s_s_y for the first time. ”It's beautiful!” he exclaims.
”Shut up...”
”It's so slim and tight, and such a lovely shade of pink!”
”Shut up!”
”I can't believe you're clean shaven–!”
”SHUT THE F_U_C_K UP AND F_U_C_K ME, CREEPER!” She doesn't appreciate how he laughs at her while he unfastens his pants. ”What's so f_u_c_kin' funny?”
”Oh, nothing,” he says as his chuckles die down and he rubs his painfully erect c_o_c_k over her moist slit. ”It's just so gratifying when a girl begs for it.”
”WHO THE F_U_C_K WOULD– Nnnnnnmph!” She hadn't been prepared for it. In the middle of trying to chew him out for his bullshit comment he had shoved his c_o_c_k inside her! It caught her so off guard the m_o_a_n escaped before she could bite down on it!
”Here's the thing,” Saiki says conversationally as he starts f_u_c_k_i_n_g her at a pace he would call lazy, ”My quirk makes me better at things I stress myself doing. And since I got accepted to UA?” His pace picks up, getting more vigorous, starting to really work at stirring up her insides as he rails her against the tree. ”Let's just say my d_i_c_k has been thoroughly stress tested over the past three months.” He leans in over her shoulder. ”I'm going to make you c_u_m, Katsumi. Over and over. I'm going to make you c_u_m so hard it won't matter how much you hate me, you'll want to come back for more.”
”Hmn, hmn, hmn!” Katsumi bites down on her lips in a vain attempt to silence her m_o_a_ns and gasps but as his arms hook under her legs, holding her up to thrust even deeper, she loses the battle. ”Hah! Hah! You f_u_c_k! You f_u_c_k! I f_u_c_k_i_n_g– Ahhhhh!” She feels her insides clench, her muscles spasm across her body as it lights up with bliss from head to toe! It doesn't stop! Even as the waves of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e ebb his c_o_c_k strikes a certain spot and her body lights up all over again!
”Maybe next time I'll take your first kiss?” he continues to whisper as he speeds up again, his balls slapping against her with the force of his thrusts. ”Or maybe I'll have you suck me off, how about that? Have your first intimate act using those pretty lips be wrapping them around my c_o_c_k? Don't worry, I'll still f_u_c_k you again after. Have to take care of your needs too. You'll be my needy little f_u_c_kpet! Won't that be nice?”
”I fu– Fu–...” She can't even string enough words together to curse him out anymore as her c_u_n_t gushes and squeezes around him again. At the same time Saiki can't help but wonder if those fluids are explosive too, not that he's dumb enough to ask the question out loud.
”That's what will happen. Unless you win next time, of course. After all, Katsumi Bakugo is strong, isn't she? No matter how good it feels she'd never lose to some creeper's c_o_c_k would she?”
”Nuh... Nu-hnnn!” Stop, she w_h_i_n_es in her own head! Stop making me c_u_m!
”She'll win next time and she'll never have to think about his c_o_c_k ever again, or how right it felt to have his c_u_m flood her w_o_m_b!”
A yelp of panic exploded in Katsumi's brain! ”No, don't–!” she tried to say but her limp and lolling tongue only formed a whimpering gurgle.
”Here it comes!” he grunts, driving as deep as he can in her c_u_n_t with shallow thrusts, hot bursts of fluid jetting out to stain her insides with his seed. It takes a good twenty seconds for his balls to stop clenching, for his climax to run its course. Stress. An o_r_g_a_s_m counts, who knew? By the time it's over Katsumi's inner t_h_i_g_hs have partially been painted white and her spats hanging between her legs have caught some too. Pulling his c_o_c_k free, he has a fun thought. Holding her up by the shoulder he pulls out his phone and takes another glamour shot. Leaning her against the tree he does the gentlemanly thing and fixes her clothes up, pulling up her spats, pulling down her bra and buttoning her shirt even as she slumps down to sit against the tree, her legs gone completely numb. ”Isn't this nice, Katsumi? You can wear me home!”
Looking at the sky as he gets dressed he sees the sun has gotten pretty low. Juri is probably wondering where he is. ”Well, that was fun. I look forward to round 2.” He turns, waving without looking back as he walks away. ”See you tomorrow Katsumi!”
Katsumi Bakugo, twice defeated, f_u_c_k_e_d into a puddle of her own fluids and his can only sit there and wait for the feeling to come back into her legs.
Next time. Next time she'll win. And then she'll make him pay!