144 Chapter 143
(A/N: Bonus chapter brought to you by my newest patron, Thiago.)
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As Inko wasn't expected to reach London until around 2 PM, Izuku did his best to pretend everything was normal, kicking off the morning by helping Momo boost her Luck with a creampie before the two of them took a bath and prepared to head to the first floor for breakfast.
"Should we consider taking the day off?" asked Momo, waiting until she and Izuku were in the elevator before pitching the idea. Nezu had pulled some strings to secure them access to six relatively untouched breaches as part of a 'highly classified international investigation' unrelated to their status as exchange students. The structure of the Knight Course was also fairly open and unregulated in its current form, so they had a lot of leeway to take breaks and do as they pleased.
"It's not a bad idea..." muttered Izuku. Fortunately, their late return and the fact Rebecca hadn't received permission from her family prevented her and Historia from moving in the previous afternoon. They planned to move in that weekend, but now that Inko and the Pussycats were on their way, the latter group planning to acquire a few Levels before returning to Japan to help the students of UA power level using Ryuko's Earth Beasts, Izuku was considering rescinding the offer or delaying the move until the following week.
Before making his decision, Izuku, accompanied by Momo in her Maid attire, meandered his way to the traditional Japanese-style dining room on the first floor. There, he was slightly surprised to find Yu wearing her old Hero Costume, a predominately black bodysuit with white accents that reminded him of a certain female web-slinger. More notably, while it wasn't the teal of her old photos, her dyed blonde hair was now between emerald and leaf green.
Seeing the stupified look on Izuku's face, Yu smiled, struck a sexy pose, and said, "That's right. You're the one who sweet-talked me into wearing this, so you better admire me properly."
Regaining his senses, Izuku smiled, nodded in approval, and asserted, "You look great, Yu. But was there an issue with the hair dye remover? I seem to recall your hair being more blue than green..."
"Who knows?" responded Yu, unwilling to admit that she had stopped the process prematurely since her current color more closely matched Izuku's hair and eyes. As for why she was currently in her costume? She planned to surprise him with it the previous night, but since he never came by, she started feeling insecure and wanted to get his reaction in a more 'organic' setting.
Seeing through Yu's surface-level thoughts as if she had closed captions floating above her head, Izuku's expression softened as he made his way, sat beside her, and then turned her face toward him for a kiss. Yu was the kind of woman who required constant validation to know she wasn't doing something wrong, so Izuku used his actions to make it transparently clear he approved of her change in appearance...
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Entering the dining room to find Izuku in the middle of pounding Yu from behind in her partially tattered Hero Costume, all while Momo sipped tea nearby, Anan experienced a brief mental pause before she made her way over to join the latter, sitting down and accepting a cup of hot tea before asking, "Was Takeyama-san on morning duty...?"
"No, but Izuku-kun will likely be taking the day off to receive his mother and the others this afternoon," explained Momo, earning a slight nod from Anan before the two of them sipped tea in silence. She had been apprised of the situation the previous night, but while the news had surprised her, it hadn't caught her off guard as Nemuri had all but convinced everyone it was bound to happen.
"Then I assume I won't be needed today..." muttered Anan, setting aside her now emptied cup of tea. Before she could rise to go get something to eat, however, Momo surprised her by asserting, "I believe you're mistaken about something, Kurose-san. Izuku-kun is very sensitive to the needs of others, something you attested to after your first time together. Even if you just wanted to watch a movie together, I'm certain he would happily accompany you..."
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Anan, returning a smile as she got up and headed for the kitchen, briefly meeting Izuku's gaze as she went. Seeing him be intimate with another woman filled her with a defensible sense of discomfort, but what left the deepest impression on Anan was how rough he was with Yu compared to how gentle he was with her. She appreciated his gentleness greatly, but witnessing what he was truly capable of made her feel...expectant...
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After finalizing his decision to take the day off, Izuku spent the first half of the day in the production facility, assisting Mei alongside Anan. The latter was a skilled architect and engineer with a literal Doctorate in Aerospace Engineering, so her understanding of ramjets, aerodynamics, and thermal shielding was 'extremely' useful for the prototyping and production of ATs. She even helped them make some headway on the Sky Regalia by leaving some notes in the margins of the files Melissa had compiled on Ochaco's Quirk, helping to fill in some blanks and modify the design for use in both 0G and higher gravitational environments.
Following the fairly productive morning, Izuku had lunch with Anan, Mei, and Momo before deciding to take a nap. He knew he was going to have a busy afternoon, likely extending well into the evening or early morning, so with Anan volunteering to join him, Izuku spent a little more than two and a half hours cuddling the tall, exceptionally soft rocket scientist within her room while Nemuri and Momo worked together to clean and prepare his...
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"Are you nervous~?" asked Nemuri, standing beside Izuku as they waited for the helicopter ferrying Inko, Shino, Ryuko, and Tomoko to arrive at the compound.
"Am I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?" asked Izuku, feeling increasingly nervous as his [Keen Senses] picked up on the distant sound of spinning rotors and whistling wind. It didn't help that his [Intuition] was going completely haywire, making his entire body feel 'fuzzy' as if he were teetering off the edge of a cliff.
"Only if you feel it's a mistake or come to regret it," answered Nemuri, shrugging with crossed arms as she added, "This world is filled with all kinds of people, prospects, and possibilities. The natural order is chaos, but we create laws to establish a baseline for normalcy, form societies, and give people a sense of comfort by holding those who violate the law accountable. But that only truly applies to the masses, comprised of so-called normal people who wish to move through life while experiencing as little hardship and turmoil as possible..."
Turning to look at Izuku, prompting him to do the same, Nemuri grinned as she added, "You're an exceptional person, Izuku. You don't need me to tell you this, but the laws that govern our society aren't applied fairly, and while it probably isn't good for a teacher of Heroics to be saying this, they shouldn't be. I'm not going to monologue my personal philosophy, but the sentiment you have regarding the responsible use of power is functionally antithetical to the reason most people obey the law. They have no choice. That's why they envy or admire Heroes, Anti-Heroes, Vigilantes, and even Villains. Those with power, status, and authority have a degree of freedom the masses can only dream of..."
Staring ahead and gazing at the helicopter fast approaching from the distance, Nemuri's smile relaxed into a listless look as she muttered, "It is the differences between those who stand at the top and those who slink about at the lowest rungs of society that give substance to the notions of good, evil, hope, and despair. You're constantly worried about what those who are objectively beneath you think. However, as none of them possess the power or means to prevent this world's destruction, you could sink an entire continent in the interim, and those who survived would exalt you to the heavens. That's the reason an existence like AFO is so dangerous. He might be the most evil and malicious bastard ever to exist, but the masses would glorify him as a God if he promised them freedom and salvation..."
"I understand what you're saying..." responded Izuku, his voice low as his nervousness gradually gave way to a feeling of calm resolution. She didn't say it implicitly, but her message was clear. The world needed saving, and in the eyes of the 'masses,' it didn't matter who did the saving so long as it wasn't them. Thus, even if he became an Anti-Hero or crossed the line to become a heinous Villain, he would still receive support so long as he was the lesser of two evils. It was often argued that the ends didn't justify the means once you crossed a certain line, but when the end being discussed was the extinction of the human race and the harvesting of their planet by foreign worlds and literal Gods, a teensy bit of leeway could be afforded...
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Though his countenance was calm, Izuku's nervousness returned with a vengeance as he lay atop his harem-sized bed with his hands behind his head and nothing but a $300 hand towel covering his towering erection. Inko was presently in the next room taking a shower, so as the sound of running water ceased, Izuku's heart began to pound with such force he could feel his eardrums throbbing in concert.
Emerging a few minutes later in nothing but a towel, Inko, appearing just as nervous as Izuku felt, looked between his face and cock several times before adopting a faint smile and remarking, "You...you look like you could use some help with that..."
Opening his eyes, Izuku met Inko's gaze, matching her smile with a mask of calm as he smoothly replied, "That depends..."
Blinking in confusion, Inko's hand tightened on the towel wrapped around her as she tentatively asked, "What do you mean...?"
As Inko had an entirely new identity prepared for her by Nezu, something Izuku would have liked to have known in advance, his smile exuded a hint of mischief as he asked, "Should I call you Kaa-chan and fuck your brains out, or would you prefer I make sweet love to you as Midori Kazehana...?"
Though her pussy clenched in response to Izuku mentioning fucking her brains out, Inko regained her smile as she made her way over, replying, "For everyone's sake, it's probably best you get used to calling me Midori or Midori-chan..."
"Oh, how the turn tables..." mused Midoriya, referring to the fact that Inko always called him Midoriya-chan. Their 'cover story' was that she was his second cousin, so while their relationship would invariably turn heads and draw scrutiny, it wasn't considered a taboo by most countries. That didn't change the fact of what they were about to do, but it would allow them to be seen together in public.
Stopping at the edge of the bed, Inko swallowed audibly before peeling it away to reveal her remarkable body. She spent upwards of seven hours a day doing nothing but yoga and resistance training, so while her body had reverted to when she was around 22, the outline of her abs could be seen each time she breathed, and the continual development of her captivating ass and thighs created a genuinely artistic harmony between her full and shapely breasts.
While Izuku found himself at a loss for words, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar, Inko caught him off guard by placing her right hand on her lower abdomen, her middle finger grazing her cleanly shaven slit as she reiterated, "Call me Midori-chan...but fuck me so thoroughly even Rumi would be given pause..."
Though Inko's words caused him to swallow hard, Izuku maintained his pretense of calm as he narrowed his eyes, bringing back memories of the past as he smiled and asked, "Before that...should I give you a massage? After that, I won't stop until you feel I've made it up to you for every day I forced you to endure..."
Mirroring Izuku's act of swallowing, a somewhat bashful but incredibly alluring smile developed across Inko's face as she replied, "If that's the case...we should tell the others not to wait up. Because, even if you fuck me unconscious, I won't be satisfied unless I wake up tomorrow morning and you're still inside me..."
"Then it's a good thing I took a nap earlier," Izuku mused, subsequently extending his Black Whip to ensnare Inko's neck like a leash. She was still standing at the edge of the bed, likely even more nervous than he was, so with a gentle pull, he guided her onto the bed, forcing her to crawl toward and on top of them before they shared their first kiss as lovers...
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(A/N: Nothing to say this chapter.)
