143 Chapter 142
(A/N: This chapter and development were brought to you by someone who chooses to remain anonymous xD.)
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"It's pleasing and a relief to hear you made such progress in a single day. And I much approve of you redistributing some of your Vitality into Luck to make the leveling process even more efficient," said Nezu, smiling from a computer screen over video chat.
"Yeah, our pace is definitely faster than others," affirmed Izuku, nodding for effect. But before he could say what he actually intended, Nezu made the same gesture, adding, "But even if their Luck is fairly average, there is about to be a tremendous influx in the number of powerful people walking around. And with the myriad powers granted by Artefacts, nations without easy access to breaches will fall behind or become targets of others..."
Nodding in accord, Izuku remarked, "If someone were to spend just a month consistently clearing breaches, they would be able to overpower most active Heroes. And with the [Horn of Summoning Goblin], it won't even take two weeks for the Royal Academy to elevate every student in the Knight Class beyond the standard of a typical Pro..."
"Then I will need to accelerate my plans for the joint training camp," said Nezu, his usual smile nowhere to be seen as he added, "In the meantime, I'll arrange things so that Kayama-san, Takeyama-san, and Kurose-san can enter the breaches. With Toshinori-kun still occupied with America, it shouldn't be particularly challenging to have Kayama-san appointed as an interim overseer for your group. Headmaster Pendragon owes me quite a few favors, you see."
"Then, if you can also gain us access to lesser cleared breaches, I should be able to get everyone into the 60s or 70s by the end of the week," said Izuku, appending, "I crunched the numbers, and our effective Experience rate should be around 45x once everyone is in sharing range."
"I'll see what I can do," replied Nezu, regaining his smile as he added, "That being said, we ought to conclude our conversation here. I want to contact the Headmaster as quickly as possible, and I'm certain you have other matters to attend."
"I doubt I'll ever be as engaged as Sensei, but you're not wrong," replied Izuku. Then, after a few more pleasantries, he ended the video call with a loud, exasperated sigh. Not because of any of the topics he and Nezu had discussed but because of a photo attachment that had been sitting in his DMs when he returned to the compound.
Looking around, though there was no way anyone else could be present in the private, exceptionally secure video conference room, Izuku steeled himself before pulling out his cell phone. Then, after hovering his thumb over the encrypted attachment for several seconds, he closed his eyes, inhaled a deep breath, and unlocked it. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a photo of Inko smiling while looking back over her shoulder at whoever snapped the picture. It was a very nice photo, but Izuku felt 'anguished' because she looked significantly younger and was modeling a bright yellow sundress that exposed her upper back and shoulders. That was eye-catching in and of itself, but if you allowed your eyes to wander further down, you would see the dress's fabric conforming to the contours of Inko's voluminous, well-shaped ass, bereft of a pany line...
Seeing the message attached to the image, Izuku felt mixed emotions as it read, 'I volunteered to help Eri-chan with her training and decided to try on one of my old dresses before reverting to my original form. How does it look?'
Closing his eyes, inhaling, and exhaling slowly, Izuku spent nearly twenty minutes thinking about how to respond before answering, 'Kaa-chan looks great in anything she wears.'
Catching Izuku a little off guard, it didn't even take Inko ten seconds to respond, asking, 'Are you busy? I wanted to ask about your day. What's it like at the Royal Academy? And have you already gone into one of those breaches the news won't stop reporting on? Please be safe.'
Smiling helplessly, Izuku replied, 'I'm sitting in a conference room after chatting with the Principal, so I'm not busy. As for your other questions, the Royal Academy is fine. And yes, I've been inside a breach, but it was honestly less dangerous than some of UA's classes. Either way, I'm taking care of myself and the people around me, so try not to worry yourself too much. Okay, Kaa-chan?'
'I'm sorry, Izuku-chan, but you know I can't help but worry whenever I can't see you,' replied Inko, adding, 'I thought that would change when you asked me to come and stay with you on the campus, but now I have to stay up all night just to have a conversation with you.'
Feeling guilty, Izuku thought about what he could do to cheer Inko up. The easiest thing to do would be to ask if she wanted to switch to video, but since it was currently around 3 AM in Japan, he was a little worried about the 'condition' she was in. Inko had a habit of sleeping in little to no clothing, and there was even an instance where he glimpsed her wearing little more than one of his shirts and a thong...
Putting Izuku on the spot, Inko messaged, 'I wish I could see your face...' with a sad-faced emoji.
"And here I thought AFO was the final boss..." Izuku muttered, hesitating briefly before sending Inko a video chat request. To his immense surprise, Inko didn't immediately accept. Instead, there was a series of '...' to show that she was typing something out, but she must have deleted it or made a typo as she responded with a curt, 'Sorry, I lied...' before answering the video call to reveal she was still in her youthful appearance.
As he had kind of expected it, Izuku wasn't too surprised to see a twenty-something Inko staring back at him with an apologetic look. What left him at a momentary loss was the apparent state of Inko's dress. He couldn't see much, as the only thing lighting her was the screen of her phone, but he was fairly certain she was naked or, at the very least, topless, as there was no fabric adorning her neck or shoulders...
Exhaling through his nose, Izuku adopted a wry but affectionate smile as he remarked, "Kaa-chan has done nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize for messaging you while you were in bed..."
"Don't," said Inko, adopting a faint smile that contained more than a hint of sensuality as she added, "I'm just happy I can see you. It hasn't been that long, but you seem to have become even more handsome. I...I envy your teachers and the girls in your class..."
"Kaa-chan is one of the most beautiful women I know..." muttered Izuku, feeling a little helpless as his smile softened and he appended, "I'm sure you will find someone amazing that will provide you at least some of the love you deserve..."
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Though she did her best to maintain what she thought was a loving smile, Inko's eyes began to water as a hint of shame permeated her expression. She knew how Izuku would respond when she sent him the picture of her in the sundress, but even though she knew it was wrong, Inko still sent it, hoping that something might change when she should be trying to do the opposite.
"Kaa-chan..." muttered Izuku, feeling a pain in his chest as if his heart had been gripped directly. He hated seeing any woman cry, but since he was the principal reason Inko was 'suffering,' her tears were like daggers to his chest. Had he shown greater restraint instead of inadvertently egging her on with complimentary remarks and other leading behaviors, things would have been considerably less complicated between them...
"Izuku-chan..." whispered Inko, her voice tense as she stared at him with teary, pain-filled eyes and confessed, "I don't want someone else to make me happy..."
Closing his eyes, it took every ounce of willpower Izuku had not to simply hang up the call and hope things worked themselves out. He knew or, at the very least, believed that Inko would eventually overcome her feelings for him, but the interim was proving to be more...taxing than he expected. And now that she had outright confessed her feelings, his options were to break her heart or accept responsibility for his past actions by giving in to the desires that bubbled just below the surface of his restraint...
Just as Inko was on the verge of breaking down and hanging up the call from her end, Izuku exhaled a protracted, incomparably exasperated sigh that caused her to tremble from her core. Then, with a gentle smile, Izuku stated, "I've always loved Kaa-chan...and though it might make me a bad son...I can't help wanting to pound your pussy until neither of us can think straight..."
Though there were infinitely more 'tactful' ways in which he could have confessed his feelings, Izuku decided on the most direct route, revealing the tent he was pitching after imagining himself railing Inko until she had hearts in her eyes. When Inko saw this, combined with his confession, her face flushed as her eyes widened to their limits. As Izuku had suspected, she was, in fact, naked. However, the full truth was even more obscene as she had been discreetly touching herself until she began tearing up at the thought they could never be together.
Swallowing hard enough that Izuku could hear her gulping through his cell phone's speaker, Inko, instead of apologizing or tearfully asking if he was absolutely certain they could be together, tentatively inquired, "Can I...can I see it directly...?" as a faint but perceptible 'schlicking' began to emanate from her side of the call.
"Sure..." replied Izuku, undoing his belt, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his dick through the front flap of his boxer briefs, filling Inko's screen. The wet schlicking sound emanating from the background became even more noticeable, but it wasn't like she was attempting to be discreet as sensual moans filled the conference room.
Feeling a surge of heat permeate his body as he listened to Inko's moans, Izuku took things a step further by employing Black Whip as a selfie stick, holding his phone away from him so the green-haired woman on the other side could see him beat off while staring directly at her. Inko's expression became borderline heated in response, and though she wanted little more than to continue watching, she pulled up her legs and held her phone out as far as she could so Izuku could see her masturbating as well.
'I'm definitely going to whatever constitutes hell for this, but not before I save this world...' thought Izuku, burning the image of Inko's phenomenal body into his mind as he beat his meat in long, intense strokes. He knew there was no going back and that he would have a lot of explaining to do, but if he had to choose between witnessing Inko tearing up and furiously fingering her pussy, he would choose the latter ninety-nine times out of a hundred...
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"You're pretty cute when you're experiencing doubts and regretting your decisions..." mused Nerumi, combing her fingers through Izuku's hair and caressing his back as he lay against her in the wake of their coupling. She actually wanted to congratulate him for finally taking the plunge, as it had been a long time coming, but she knew it was better to let him process on his own. Once he realized that none of the girls he was currently involved with, sans maybe Luna, would judge him for his actions, he should make a full recovery. And if Luna became a problem, well, Nezu had already made arrangements to ensure she never did...
Not hearing a single word Nerumi had said, Izuku just continued to lie in her embrace, half-conscious as he contemplated life and what he would do from that moment onward. After all, now that his ever-reliable Sensei had arranged for Inko to be on the first flight from Musutafu to London, it wouldn't even be twenty-four hours before he was balls deep, railing the one pussy that should have been off-limits to him...
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(A/N: This chapter is the result of one of my more dedicated supporters making a request. I was originally going to post a 'What if?' style chapter, but since many people complained about how I handled Inko at the start of the novel, I decided to, for better or worse, go ahead and canonize it.)
