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After winning last year’s Sports Festival, Izuku was the hot topic that all the news reporters wanted to talk to as the festivities officially began the next morning. Even after all these years, though, he still wasn’t the best at public interviews. He’d rather let his actions speak for him, so he tried to ignore the media clamoring to speak to him as he got ready in the boys’ locker room, preparing for the first event.
“So, Midoriya, you think you’re gonna take first place again this year?” Sero grinned and lightly jabbed him in the shoulder.
“Hell no! First place is all mine!” Bakugou snapped, even though none of them had even been talking to him. Classic Bakugou.
“Riiiight. You’re gonna take first place, just like you said you would last year, right?” Kaminari teased him.
Izuku snickered at that. Memories of their second year Sport’s Festival flashed through his head, the way he had humiliated Bakugou in their final fight…
“Well?” Sero got in Izuku’s face more, still awaiting an answer. He was being so pushy. If he had a girlfriend, Izuku would definitely have made her his next harem member just for this.
“Mmm…nah, I don’t think I’ll take first place.” Izuku took his shirt off, revealing his rippling muscles, and put on his gym shirt that he’d be wearing for the first event, walking to the exit and grinning back at Sero and the rest of the guys, including Iida who wouldn’t even look at him. “I know I’ll take first place.”
The guy’s locker room erupted into a symphony of “ooooohs”, which did bring a chuckle out of Izuku. They were probably still getting used to this new side of Izuku that had come out ever since he began building his harem. Losing your virginity had that effect on a guy.
As soon as Izuku opened the locker room door and walked out, his face was engulfed in the fluffiest pair of tits known to mankind.
“Izuku! I’ve been waiting out here for you! I have a big, big, big surprise!” Nejire exclaimed.
“Mmmff…I like these big big big surprises.” He muttered, groping her big big big boobs.
She giggled and stepped back, even doing a twirl. “Tada! What do you think?”
Izuku’s jaw dropped. There was nothing quite as beautiful as a mature woman wearing old clothes that didn’t fit her quite as well anymore, and there it was: Nejire in her old UA cheerleading outfit, doing another twirl and causing her boobs that were way too tight in that undersized top to bounce sinfully. He could’ve shed a tear.
“Come here.” He wrapped his arm around her and brought her away from the locker room, leaning in to make out with her briefly before pulling her skirt down a bit with a grin. “That was just the motivation I needed. I’m off to battle, now!”
Nejire grinned and jumped up and down. The way her tits swayed almost made Izuku want to forfeit the event so he could instead spend the next 5 hours with his cock between her boobs. “Good luck, Izuku! Good luck good luck!”
The first event of the Sports Festival was some sort of obstacle course race, which inherently gave him and Iida some form of advantage given that speed was the name of the game. There would undoubtedly be traps and robots and other bullshit along the way, but Izuku was so ready to compete against Iida and crush him in a sport that was right up both of their alleys.
Present Mic was the announcer as usual, shouting about how there really wasn’t much of a rulebook to the event. “Now then, let the race…START!”
Green sparks of One for All immediately rushed up Izuku’s body as he narrowed his eyes and zoomed forward. The obstacle course looked like something straight out of one of those athletic reality TV game shows—he knew what Principal Nezu had been watching lately. However, unlike those reality TV shows, there was no rule that quirks couldn’t be used on your competitors to slow them down, so naturally, the obstacle course became less of a ‘race’ and more of an all out battle to kick everyone else into the dirt.
Izuku probably could’ve taken out half of the competition with a single punch, but where was the fun in that? Nowadays, if Izuku wanted an actual competition from the rest of UA, he had to hold back at least a little bit. That was the real curse of having One for All. So, instead of setting the other students back, Izuku just focused on keeping himself in the lead, darting ahead with One for All sparking down his legs.
“Midoriya!” Iida was right on his tail, already burning through his Recipro burst just to try and keep up with him at the start. “I won’t let you pull ahead of me! Not after what we discussed last time! I will beat you and make you see the errors of your depraved ways!”
“It’s a marathon, not a sprint, Iida! I’d suggest you slow down a bit!” Izuku turned to taunt him, but he paused when he thought he noticed a pair of eyes in his shadow staring back at him. “Actually…you go on ahead. I’ll catch up later.”
Iida was sprinting too fast to even stop and question him, speeding far ahead. Izuku watched him go, calculating his speed and stamina and how far Iida would be able to get within the next ten minutes. He should still be able to catch up by the time he finished up here.
“So…was your plan to just hide in my shadow and then jump out right as I carried you straight to first place?” He asked his own shadow.
His shadow let out a sinister laugh before rising out of the ground, revealing none other than Shihai Kuroiro—the Tokoyami of Class B, the dude with a body that was purely black and lived in the shadows. “While that would’ve been an excellent idea to secure victory for me, that wouldn’t be nearly good enough. You see, after the way you lashed out against Monoma and threatened our entire class, it wouldn’t be enough just to ‘beat’ you. We want to see you completely humiliated and left in our dust!”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “Who’s ‘we’?”
Kuroiro grinned and pointed over his shoulder, where a huge group of students were finally catching up to where Izuku and Iida had made it. Within seconds, Kuroiro was joined by the rest of his class—no, just the boys of Class B, all 13 of them, with Monoma at the lead. Tsuburaba put up a dome of air around them, so that anyone on the outside who tried to interfere would just end up running into the air dome like bugs on a windshield wiper. It was a bit disturbing honestly, watching a few students just faceplant into the air dome before others finally understood to run around the invisible walls.
Several of the Class A students ran ahead, briefly eyeing Izuku in curiosity, but none of them stopped to help. His girls also ran by, and they paused briefly, but Izuku nodded for them to just continue ahead.
“Weren’t the conditions for the bet about Class B having more finalists than Class A? You’re basically guaranteeing all of you get last place by trapping yourselves back here with me,” Izuku pointed out.
Monoma laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about that. With all 13 of us here against you, it shouldn’t take us too long to kick you out of the race. Given the nature of this free-for-all obstacle course race, it presented the perfect opportunity for all of us to kick your ass together!”
Tetsutetsu shoved his iron fist in the air. “That’s right! You’re a threat to our girls! We’ll make you pay for trying to take them from us!”
“Monoma is the one that was offering them up like pieces of candy!” Izuku grumbled in defense. “Nevermind. If all 12 of you followed Monoma’s plan to this point, it’s probably pointless reasoning with any of you.”
“Y-you know, I made a promise to myself!” Kuroiro spoke up. “I told myself that I would finally ask Komori on a date if I made it far this year! So I’ll never let you get your hands on her!”
“Yeah! The girls of our class belong with our class! Stay away from them!” Some other guy shouted. Izuku didn’t even remember his name.
“I’m usually not one to go along with Monoma’s antics, but, well…” Mudman crouched down and began to make the ground beneath Izuku soften into mud. “Even I feel protective over our girls after hearing the rumors about you. I won’t let you take them from us.”
Izuku casually floated in the air to completely nullify Mudman’s quirk. “Do you hear yourselves right now? Monoma is the one trying to give your girls away. It was literally his suggestion! Sounds like you’ve all misplaced the blame…” He sighed and shook his head. “No matter. Your collective stupidity will make these next 30 seconds all the more satisfying.” Black whip was starting to rise out of his shoulders.
All the Class B boys got in battle positions as Monoma pointed at him. “Alright boys, do it just like we planned! Bondo, let him feel the glue!”
“This is for Setsuna!” Bondo shouted, spewing a massive wave of glue at Izuku.
With a single flick of his finger, Izuku shot a burst of air so powerful that it turned the glue into a tsunami of thick whiteness that flew right back at the Class B boys. Anybody with half a brain should’ve seen that one coming.
“Scatter! Scatterrrrr!” Monoma shouted as the Class B boys ran around the air dome to avoid getting trapped by their own glue attack.
“Take this! You’ll never lay a hand on Pony!” One of the boys shot out what looked like hard, green scales, but black whip casually swatted them away without even requiring Izuku’s gaze.
“Hey! Come down and fight us like a real man!” Tetsutetsu shouted, stomping his foot on the floor.
Fa Jin gathered in Izuku’s foot as he narrowed his eyes. “You asked for it.” He came crashing into the floor right in front of Tetsutetsu, sending all of the boys flying backwards from the impact as Izuku left a crater in the floor. The force of his landing made the air dome around them shatter easily, and all of the boys were left with the wind knocked out of them.
“What the fuck…” Tetsutetsu shakily stood. Thanks to his maximum iron defense, he’d managed to stay standing, but that didn’t last long as Izuku wrapped black whip around his torso, yanking himself over to Tetsutetsu, who put up his arms in a defensive stance.
“Guys who are all defense make the lamest heroes. I’ve always wanted to say that to Kirishima, but I was too nice. Luckily, I don’t feel as bad saying it to you.” Izuku used the remaining force of Fa Jin in his foot to slam it into Tetsutetsu’s arms, immediately breaking his defensive stance and kicking him so far into the distance that he wasn’t visible anymore. His delayed shout of pain and shock was certainly entertaining, though.
“Damn you! You think you can just beat us with brute force when you’re outnumbered?!” Shishida, the beast man, ran over to Izuku and pounced.
“You of all people are going to rant about using brute force?” Izuku merely held up his palm and completely stopped the beast man’s charge just like that before grabbing him and tossing him on top of two other boys.
“Whooooosh!” The Manga guy sent a gust of wind blowing at Izuku, but he matched it with an air force finger flick that sent an even stronger force of wind right back at him, knocking him into the air.
“That guy was just the distraction!” Awase suddenly came up from behind Izuku. “I’ll weld these chains to your back so we can catch you and—!”
An elbow to the gut made Awase gasp and spit out saliva. Still, he found the resolve to reach forward and touch the chains to Izuku’s back, welding them there with his quirk.
Hope rose in all of the remaining boys’ eyes only to die as Izuku casually crushed the chains in his palms, rendering the welding completely pointless while Awase tumbled across the floor, gripping his stomach and trembling.
“You lot aren’t even capable of making danger sense go off,” Izuku taunted.
The other boys shouted in anger, now attacking him all at once. Dog-piling really wasn’t going to be any better than the one-by-one approach they’d been using, though—Izuku sent them all crashing into the floor with a single 10% punch, the sheer force of it devastating the surrounding ground and leaving only one person left standing—the coward who hadn’t even attempted to attack him and had instead tried to let his classmates do all the work for him.
“D-damn you…!” Monoma took a few steps back only to fall onto his ass as Izuku walked over to him.
“You’ve seen my power at previous Sport’s Festivals. Shouldn’t this outcome have been obvious to you?” He crouched down right in front of Monoma so they were on eye level with each other. “You know, over our time at UA, I’ve seen you do some pretty dumb things…but this might be the single most self-sabotaging thing I’ve ever witnessed from anybody. You came up to me, offered to let me sleep with all of the girls in your class, then gathered all of the boys in your class to get publicly humiliated at the Sports Festival in the absolute worst way possible—a 1 on 13 fight! Nobody’s gonna take you guys seriously after this, man…I would’ve just left you all alone if you didn’t come looking for trouble, you know. It was so easy to avoid a shameful outcome like this, but here we are…” Izuku looked around at all of Class B’s boys sprawled across the floor for the entire world to see. In one fell swoop, Monoma had cost his entire class the bet with Izuku, their reputations with the hero world, and of course any shot they had with the girls of their class.
Monoma couldn’t even get a word out. Izuku was waiting for him to speak—he really wanted to hear what this loud mouth had to say now, but instead, Monoma just kept scooting backward on his ass, gulping and shaking and sputtering like an insect.
Izuku sighed. “You’re such a disappointment that even defeating you isn’t satisfying. Oh well.” Izuku lifted his fist. “I’m sure it’ll be much more satisfying when I’m enjoying your girls later tonight, yeah?” With one final wink that made Monoma shriek in anguish, Izuku slammed his fist forward.
With 13 mosquitos thoroughly swatted to the ground, Izuku dusted his hands off on his knees before activating One for All throughout his entire body. He still had a race to win.
The air around him began to condense, lightning crackled down his limbs and gathered in his legs, and finally…he shot forward. Izuku’s body became green lightning itself, blazing through the air so fast it seemed to break the sound barrier.
To the other students, it seemed like a green blur just passed them by. Some of them probably didn’t even see him, instead only feeling the burst of air that followed in his wake. To those in the audience, all they saw was a flash of horizontal green lightning strike the obstacle course field. And just like lightning, as soon as you saw it, it had already touched down on its location. As soon as the flash of green lightning was seen, Izuku was already stretching at the obstacle course’s finish line.
Iida hadn’t even seen it, too focused on running ahead at maximum speed, forcing his body to manage one last burst of Recipro turbo. One second, the finish line was in sight for him, and the next, Izuku was already there waiting for him to catch up.
“Hey! With the rate you were burning through your fuel at, I thought for sure you’d get left behind by the others, but it’s great that you still made second place! Guess all your training paid off!” Izuku held his fist up for a fist bump.
Iida’s jaw was wide open as he shakily crossed the finish line, still well ahead of the other students. Instead of accepting the fist bump, he just stared incredulously at Izuku. “You…where…how…”
Izuku raised an eyebrow as his fist was left hanging, so he instead just clapped Iida on the shoulder. “Second place isn’t so bad! Oh, it looks like the reporters are coming to look for an interview. You know how I am with public media, so you take this one for me, okay, buddy? Tell them all about winning second place!”
And as if to show off his speed once again, Izuku dashed out of there to change out of his gym clothes in the locker room.
“Izuku!” Izuku expected to see Iida entering the locker room after him, but instead it was Nejire, waltzing into the boys’ locker room without a care in the world as she jump-hugged him. “Congratulations! You must be the fastest student to ever graduate from UA!”
“Oof! I haven’t graduated just yet!” He pointed out, grinning as he got to suffocate in her boobs again.
“M-Midoriya!” A familiar voice called. He glanced behind Nejire to see Mirio and Tamaki nervously walking up behind her.
“Hey! How are you two? Hope you’ve taken the hint and moved on from this slut by now.” He casually groped Nejire’s ass in front of them.
They both blushed at the reminder of their joint cuckolding experience. “Yeah…I think I’m at a point where I can mostly look back and laugh at it now, haha!” Mirio laughed nervously, elbowing Tamaki to make him give a forced laugh.
“Did you come just to see me win?” Izuku asked.
“Well, yeah! You were totally awesome out there, dude!” Mirio held out a fist for a fist bump. Izuku just glanced at it before pulling Nejire away with an arm around her waist.
“The rest of my girls will probably be crossing the finish line any moment now, so we’re gonna go wait for them.” He didn’t wait for Mirio and Tamaki to say anything as he brought Nejire out of the locker room. “Those two followed you here, didn’t they?”
She sighed and leaned into his side, head on his shoulder. “What gave it away?”
He kissed her cheek. “You’re a gorgeous woman. I’m not surprised Mirio and Tamaki can’t get over the fact that I took you from them. Looks like they can't say it to my face, though.” He snickered before they joined the sidelines to watch the rest of the race.
In the end, not a single boy from Class B was able to get back on his feet and cross the finish line, eliminating all of them in the first round.
“Do we really need a celebration party just for passing the first round?” Jirou muttered, sitting beside Momo as Mina revealed a cake that she had forced Satou to bake for the girls. They were having a girls-only celebration! Well, girls Izuku. Uraraka was sitting in his lap and Nejire floated behind him, massaging his shoulders.
“There’s no harm in it! Besides, the intense workout of the Sport’s Festival is the perfect excuse to indulge in some sweets, since we’ll be working all the fat off anyway!”
“Hey, none of you needs to worry about that to begin with! I’ll never say no to a little bit of extra thickness on any of you!” Izuku assured them, making the girls blush and laugh.
“In that case, I’ll have two slices! Two slices for me!” Nejire raised her hand.
“You’re the only one who isn’t working the sweets off, senpai…” Hagakure pointed out, but they handed out the slices of cake anyway.
“I’ve got the karaoke machine all hooked up, ribbit…” Tsuyu announced.
“Great! Let’s start singing once everyone’s done eating! It’ll be just like last time in the karaoke booth!” Ochako smiled and turned around in Izuku’s lap to drag her finger up his chest seductively. “Exactly like last time…”
He grinned and kissed her. “I’d love to have another karaoke orgy night, but unfortunately, I’ll have to leave the party early. You haven’t forgotten about the bet with Monoma, have you?”
“Of course not! I watched my mom’s recording of you bodying all 10 of them like, a hundred times already!” Mina insisted.
“13, not 10. Anyway, I have some loose ends to tie up and a reward to collect, so I’ll have to head over to their dorms in a bit. Sorry girls—I’ll give you the orgy you deserve some other time.”
The girls all began complaining and sighing, but none of them could hide their excitement at the thought of Izuku coming back home with a new girl clinging onto his arm. They wouldn’t hold their stud back from doing stud things.
Each of the girls got a kiss and a duet song with Izuku before finally he was off to the Class B dorms. The girls didn’t want the leftovers of the cake to tempt them into eating more sweets, so Izuku brought the remaining cake with him, presenting it to the Class B boys after letting himself inside.
“Here! The whole world has been talking about how an entire class was eliminated during the race by just one student. That’s sure to be a big blow to your hero careers and reputation, so as a pity…ahh, as ‘compensation’, I thought I’d give you the rest of this cake!”
Izuku’s sweet smile wasn’t fooling any of the boys. They all glared at him, but he just returned their glares with his signature smile.
“So, where’s Monoma? Don’t tell me he’s still throwing a tantrum in his room?”
“He’s right here.” Kendou appeared at the top of the stairs, dragging Monoma by the collar of his shirt. Monoma’s eyes were baggy and bloodshot, as if he’d seriously been crying nonstop in shame.
“At least be man enough to set the temper tantrum aside and actually face me when you’re the one who made this bet in the first place. You’re almost reaching Kacchan levels of miserable. Almost.”
Monoma cleared his throat and tried to stand up straight once Kendou dropped him at the bottom of the stairs, as if he could somehow still maintain his dignity after everything that had happened. “Ha! You Class A losers are so predictable and gullible!”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “After the things I’ve been learning about the guys in my class lately, I’m not fully comfortable being lumped together with them, but go ahead and finish your monologue.”
Monoma’s eye twitched at not being taken seriously. “You took the bet so seriously, did you? Bet it kept you awake at night because your nerves were on edge, only for me to now reveal that I have no intention of going through with it! Any of it! Hahahahaha—!”
“That’s not up to you.” Izuku grinned and looked past Monoma, where Kendou was still watching the exchange. “Isn’t that right, Kendou?”
“Eh?” Monoma turned around, where Kendou was already walking past him over to Izuku, her hips swaying ever so slightly. Izuku whistled at the sight.
“K-Kendou, what are you doing?” It was Tetsutetsu who spoke up this time, the rest of the guys also watching nervously.
As soon as Kendou was in range, Izuku wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. “You know, I thought it was strange how you didn’t step in and stop Monoma from making that bet like you normally would. But I think I get it—you wanted this outcome, didn’t you?” He chuckled and glanced at the rest of the Class B guys. “Didn’t have very much faith in your class, huh?”
“When compared to you? Of course they stood no chance.” Kendou leaned her head against Izuku’s shoulder, resting a hand against his chest to feel the muscle beneath his shirt. “Monoma is always trying to dig his own grave. And, well…Momo has been gossiping to me about the things happening in your class lately. It seemed like a good opportunity to jump ship.”
“J-jump ship?!” Monoma had fallen to his knees at some point and crawled forward. “K-Kendou, what are you saying? Surely you can’t be implying…”
“I’ve spent the last year trying to date every single boy in this class, and not a single one has impressed me. Is it so surprising that I turn my attention to the other class?”
“Woah, hold on there, you won’t be too impressed by the rest of my class, either!” Izuku laughed and held her closer. “Me, on the other hand…well, why don’t we head up to your room and we can decide if you’re ‘impressed’ then?”
She returned his smirk. “I have pretty high standards…but I’ve been curious if the rumors about you are true or not. That’s why I let Monoma run his mouth in the first place.”
Their faces were already getting closer and closer, so Monoma crawled faster to try and stop them.
“Enough!” Kendou kicked him in the chin to send him flying backwards. Then, she grabbed Izuku and began dragging him upstairs to her room.
As he walked by Monoma laying on the floor, Izuku briefly paused to stare down at him. “Didn’t you try to act as if you were some hard dom who had Kendou wrapped around your finger? Now I’m learning that you’re basically her little bitch and she’s been sleeping around with the entire rest of your class this whole time!” He sighed and shook his head. “Fucking blonde brats always overcompensating…”
“Izuku!” Kendou insisted. He didn’t want to keep her (or himself) waiting any longer, so he quickly followed her up to her room, where she immediately began stripping out of her clothes.
“Not wasting any time, huh?”
She sneered. “When a girl has gone this long without good sex, she doesn’t mind being a little desperate.”
“Oh, believe me…” Izuku walked towards her now that she was only in her bra and panties. “Once you get a taste of real sex, you’ll be more desperate than ever before~” He wrapped an arm around her waist only for her to push against his chest, pushing herself onto the bed and scooting back.
“Ah, ah, ah…I said I’d be desperate, not easy. I’m showing you my body, so show me what you’re offering. I have to see if all the rumors about you are true, after all.”
Part of him wanted to punish her for being so coy, inviting him into her bed and then insisting he needed to ‘prove’ himself. Another part of him could sympathize with a girl trapped in a class with only cucks to date, so he began pulling his clothes off. He would punish her for her brattiness later.
The cake that he’d brought had been set aside, too, so they’d enjoy that later as well. For now, Izuku was looking to feast on a different type of cake as he stripped down to his boxers and got on the bed with her. “Do you like what you see so far, Miss Big Sister of Class B? Judging from the way you’re staring, I assume that’s a yes.” He grinned and even posed by flexing his biceps and abs, which instantly sent drool cascading down Kendou’s chin.
As her eyes scoured across his muscular body, her gaze naturally went lower and lower until she was staring at that massive bulge in his boxers. Maybe he was a sex addict at this point, because the sight of Kendou nearly completely naked was enough to get him hard and stretch out his boxers.
“So much for not being easy,” he teased her, reaching down to adjust his dick in his boxers to keep her staring. He wouldn’t give it to her just yet, though. Instead, he got between her legs, spreading them while she leaned her back against the pillows.
“W-what are you doing?” She asked.
He raised an eyebrow. “What does it look like? The very first thing a man should do with his woman once they’re both naked is give her a taste!”
Ah, there it was, that signature blush that Izuku put on every girl who got in bed with him. “‘Y-your woman? A-and, are you actually going to…eek!” She clasped her hands over her mouth as Izuku grabbed her panties in between his teeth to pull them aside, exposing her wet pussy.
“Mmm, the wetter the better. All this just from seeing my muscles? Did the boys in your class ever have you this wet this fast?”
She shook her head. “They’ve never gotten me this wet…ever. And…they’ve also never used their mouths down there.”
Izuku wrinkled his nose. He’d heard horror stories of guys who refused to lower themselves to their woman’s pussies, and the thought made him shudder. What a huge waste. To think that every boy in Class B was one of those guys…
“Maybe I should’ve beaten them into the dirt even harder,” he sneered, imagining what it would’ve been like if he’d used a higher percentage of One for All before pushing the cucks out of his head completely. “Well, no matter. I’ll give you the full experience for the first time.”
Kendou watched in anticipation as he slowly, very slowly, drifted his tongue towards her pussy…then, as soon as he was tasting her, he began licking ravenously, dragging his tongue up and down, lathering it in his saliva, licking in circles from the bottom of her pussy up to the top, where he found her clit. It was all over from there.
“I-IZUKU!” She screamed, thighs closing around his face as his lips wrapped around her clit to start sucking.
“Mmmmff…! Don’t you dare close them…want you to watch as I slurp on your pretty little clit!” His strong hands grabbed her legs and forced them wide apart as he went down on her clit again with even more intense sucking, like a vacuum around her clit. His fingers reached down beneath his tongue to jam into her pussy—two curved, rough digits that curled up to make beckoning motions against the roof of her cunt, exploring the pussy of the enemy class, testing to see what made her scream the loudest.
“W-wait…! Ah! Not so deep! Izuku! Your mouth…your mouth is going too hard! I need to catch my…ha…! I can’t…! KYAAAA!” Kendou made a high-pitched cry that she’d never made before, eyes rolling back as she squirted all over his face.
Izuku greedily held his tongue out, lapping at her pussy and clit while continuing to thrust his curling fingers into her pussy just to see how hard he could make her squirt. The answer was, very hard.
“Fuck…I never complained about the guys not doing that, because I never knew how damn good it could feel…I can’t believe I’ve been living without that this whole time.” Kendou’s chest was heaving for air, her legs already numb as Izuku licked his way up her pussy, up her thighs, and up her stomach until he came face to face with his favorite thing in the whole world—boobs.
“Don’t be too regretful—the guys you’ve been sleeping with wouldn’t have been very good at it anyway. In order to get a woman to squirt like that in under a minute, you need a tongue like this!” His tongue licked beneath her boobs before grabbing her bra in his teeth to lift them up. It was a bit difficult until Kendou chuckled and reached back to unclip her bra for him.
As soon as her boobs were free, Izuku shoved his whole face into them, as he so often did. He’d already made her squirt, so he could afford to indulge in his pervertedness a little bit, right?
“I-Izuku…you really do love sex, just like Momo said, huh?”
“She said that about me?” He looked up from between her tits, tonguing her nipples. “What else did she say about me? Tell me all about the ‘rumors’ that you’ve heard…I always like to know what my reputation is becoming around here.”
Kendou blushed as he attached his whole mouth to her nipples, alternating back and forth to suck on them and swirl his tongue around them. “M-Momo said you’re a natural at sex…that you can make a girl feel better than she could even dream…that sex with you will feel even better than those exaggerated porn videos make it seem…a-and I’m already starting to see it.”
“What? We’ve barely even started!” He laughed, now dragging his tongue up her boobs and her neck before hovering his face right above hers. “If you’re making heart eyes at me already, you’re never going to survive the night, darling~”
“D-darling?” She blushed. It wasn’t just his sex skills that made the girls’ hearts race—his flirting was doing numbers on her, until she was the one craning her neck up to initiate the kiss that he’d obviously been preparing for.
It was just another excuse to show Kendou how skilled his tongue was—he wrapped his tongue around hers, pushing them both into her mouth so he could taste and explore and dominate, until it was all Kendou could do just to swallow and taste his saliva and suck on his powerful tongue.
While they made out, one hand groped her boobs while the other reached down to rub her pussy, feeling how wet it still was, spreading her orgasm around her thighs before delivering a smack that made Kendou gasp and break the kiss.
“So, any regrets about abandoning Monoma and the rest of your lame class for me?”
Even though she was still catching her breath, she still had the gall to scoff. It seems the queen bee of Class B was still used to being in charge. “Show me your dick first and then I’ll decide.”
He smirked. “I’ll make you eat those words. And my dick. We both know you already know the answer. But you know what? I’m tired of these boxers suffocating my cock anyway.” He got off of her and leaned back. “But you’ll have to be the one to free it.”
Given that Kendou was the leader of her class, it was no surprise that there was a bit of a power struggle with her in the bedroom, and while Izuku could easily just summon black whip and end the power struggle in a second, the tension only made his cock bulge even harder against his boxers. Why not let her struggle for control for a little bit? It would be all the sweeter when he inevitably made her beg to be treated like a dirty whore. He’d give it three minutes or so.
Kendou was eager to finally lay eyes on his cock. Her hands flexed with the strength of her quirk, enlarging her hands just a little bit to give them enough strength to rip the fabric of his boxers apart. His cock immediately sprung upwards and smacked against his abs, even spewing a bit of precum in the process as he sighed and rested his back against the headboard of the bed, arms casually resting behind his head. “Are you gonna pay me for ripping those?”
Naturally, Kendou couldn’t respond. She couldn’t get a single word out as her jaw dropped wide open and she stared at his massive cock, so large that it reached his chest as it laid across his torso. With every breath, his cock pulsed and throbbed with heat and lust, and beneath it were his heavy balls resting on the bed.
“How does it compare to the B team downstairs?” He snickered. ‘B team’ had always triggered Monoma, but it had never seemed more fitting a name than it did now.
“I-I’m trying to think if any of them are even half your size…even Shishida in beast form isn’t this big, and that’s with his quirk…”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. He didn’t even want to ask questions about what that hairy beast’s dick looked like—just knowing it still wasn’t even half his size was good enough. “What about Monoma? Or Tetsutetsu? They’re the type that's always bragging, aren’t they?”
Kendou barely held back a laugh. “Of all the boys you could ask about, you brought up the two smallest dicks in the class. Even the rest of the girls know that the more a dude yaps about it, the more he’s overcompensating.”
“Sounds about right. I guess some things are just universal.” An image of Bakugou briefly flashed in his head, bringing a chuckle to Izuku, before he focused back on Kendou. “So are you going to gawk at it all day or are you going to finally see what it’s like to touch a real man’s cock?”
She seemed almost intimidated by it, as if she could hardly believe it was real…but there was only one way to confirm how real it was, so finally, she wrapped both hands around it (normal sized again) and began squeezing and pumping up and down. “How do you even hide something like this? The girls in your class must be staring at it all the time…and the guys in your class…”
“They know they’re outmatched. It’s an unspoken thing they’ve all accepted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “As for the girls…well, they’re doing much more than just ‘staring’ at it. I trust you’ve heard how I’m fucking all six of them on the regular nowadays?” He grabbed the base of his cock and smacked it on top of her face to get things moving quicker. “That could be you, you know.”
She gulped and immediately began sniffing and licking his cock as it rubbed all over her face. What a slut. “We should show the guys down there, too, so they know they can never measure up to you…”
“You’re feeling awfully vengeful towards your own class, huh? Weren’t you supposed to be the caretaker of the B team? I guess this is what they get for being unable to satisfy you. Sure, darling, I’d be more than happy to show off to them, show them what a real dick does to their reliable Class Prez…but first, I’m going to make a mess of you right here in your own room. Let the Class A man break in your bed since those B rejects haven’t been able to do it in the three years we’ve been at UA. Then, I’ll drag you down once I’ve fully broken you and we can show them how quickly I stole you from their shitty class.”
Kendou moaned and finally took his cock into her mouth, that ‘power struggle’ already beginning to fade as she sucked him off while imagining every word he just planned.
“You like that, huh? You like hearing about how your class is full of nothing but tiny-dicked losers? You don’t have to hold back for their sake, Kendou—just admit how inferior your class is.”
She bobbed her head up and down on his dick before pulling off of it to let his spit-soaked cock rest on top of her face again, a lust-drunk smile on her face while she licked the taste of his dick off of her lips. “My class is nothing but a bunch of baby-dicked losers~! I’ve always known it…I always knew that the girls of our class did all the work while those freeloaders could barely even be called heroes, leeching off of us and bringing our entire class down…more than once, I’ve thought about what it’d be like to be part of your class instead…”
“My class, huh?” He smirked and grabbed the back of her head to push her back down onto his cock, hilting himself against the back of her throat with a groan. “Maybe we can figure something out…but only after you’ve said everything you just said to me straight to their faces. Especially Monoma. Are you excited to finally go off on those cucks? Let them know exactly what their beloved class president thinks of them?”
She nodded as best she could while swallowing his dick, doing a valiant effort to avoid choking on it while she reached down to massage his balls.
Izuku sighed, leaned back, and just stared up at the ceiling to relax and savor the moment of Class B’s reputation plummeting down the drain for good now that the Itsuka Kendou was worshiping his cock and preparing to give a mic drop of a ‘fuck you’ to the rest of her class.
Honestly, Izuku had never been one to indulge or care too much about the inherent competition between their classes. Of course, deep down, he always knew his class was superior, but it wasn’t like he ever cared to rub it in or even bask in the superiority of it. So what had changed now?
Monoma laughed and rubbed his grimy hands together like he was a villain straight out of an erotic novel as he confronted Izuku in the cafeteria to propose this challenge. “Feeling scared now, Midoriya? I hope you know that when I win this challenge and bet of ours, I want you to personally hand each of your girls over to me and my class. I’ll take pleasure in using them all for myself, but since they’re all inferior girls who have been tainted by you and your class, I’ll also let the rest of the boys in my class pass them around! You know, have a little bit of a class bonding session with our new toys!” He leaned in some more. “But don’t worry—I’ll let you watch.”
Ah, right. Everything had changed right in that moment. Monoma had always been annoying, and he’d antagonized Izuku before, but the way he’d gone after Izuku’s girls? That was the moment Monoma had dug his own grave. That had been the moment Izuku finally went from ‘disinterested in the class competition’ to ‘someone needs to let that entire class know how fucking irrelevant they are’. The rest of the boys besides Monoma hadn’t exactly been on his hit list until they all directly teamed up with Monoma in a cowardly 1 vs. 13 just earlier today. That had been the moment Izuku decided to say, ‘fuck it’, and humiliate every single one of them. When those rejects saw what became of their class president who they all admired and lusted after, what sort of faces would they make? The thought made Izuku’s cock throb even harder as Kendou bobbed her head up and down.
“You girls never fail to surprise me. You’ve all had nothing but tiny wimps to practice on, yet when it’s time to take my cock—a real cock—you’re all naturals at it. Get your throat around my dick and swallow, squeeze …” He directed, pushing her head down onto his cock more until her nose was buried in his green pubes.
“Mmmmfff…” Kendou shut her eyes and sucked his cock like she was trying to swallow it. He was completely hilted in her throat now, his thick size stretching it out, but she squeezed her throat around his cock as best she could, making him groan louder and even thrust upwards.
“Fuck, you’re a dirty slut, sniffing my crotch while sucking my dick! Just can’t get enough of it, huh?”
“Mmmm…mmmm!” Her eyes suddenly snapped wide open, and she pounded her fist against the bed for a bit before reaching up to his hand on her head, trying to pull it off so she could pull up and breathe.
“Ah, ah, ah, not yet…a bit longer…fuuuuck, I could bury my dick in your throat all day long!” He gave a dramatic sigh, even as he felt her breath dying around his cock as she pounded her fists with more urgency. Finally, he released her head, and she immediately pulled off of his cock, strings of saliva falling all around his dick while she coughed and sputtered and stumbled backwards with deep breaths.
“F-fucking asshole…!” She grumbled, even as her tongue swiped across her lips over and over again to savor her first taste of a real man’s cock.
“You know, you’re technically responsible for enabling Monoma to be as annoying as he’s been for our past three years at UA. Just consider that a bit of…revenge.” Izuku scooted closer and grabbed her by the chin. “But don’t worry, princess, I’ll reward you for taking it down the throat so well. Get off the bed and I’ll show you what it’s like to get skull-fucked.”
She tried to pull her chin out of his hold, but he held it firm. Seems there was still a bit of an attitude to fuck out of her. That made sense—she was used to being a strong and in-control woman with the rest of her class, after all. She probably thought she would keep some of that even during sex with Izuku—a notion he would completely eradicate. Her pride didn’t stop her from agreeing to get Izuku’s cock back in her mouth, though, as she slid off of the bed.
Izuku sat at the edge of the bed with Kendou kneeling on the floor in between his manspreading legs, taking his cock back down her throat with glassy eyes locked onto his size.
“I hope you took a deep breath this time.” Izuku smirked and coiled her ponytail around his hand to hold her head steady before slamming forward.
“GGHHRRLLKK!” Kendou gave a gurgling shout as he began thrusting, each slam of his hips against her face hard enough to make her skull vibrate. His cock forced its way down her wet throat with every thrust, and Izuku even yanked her face forward so she would meet every thrust, fucking her face extra hard.
“Fuck! Nothing boosts a guy’s ego like having a girl choke on his dick! What do you think, Kendou? Is this Class A dick too big for you to take? It’s not the same when I’m ramming it down your tight throat, is it?” Faster and faster Izuku thrusted, making his heavy, low-hanging balls smack against her chin and face. Spit leaked down the sides of her mouth, and her eyes stared up at Izuku’s teasing grin with a mixture of shock and lust as her throat, her entire face, was turned into nothing more than Izuku’s fleshlight.
“There it is…the face of a bitch experiencing a real cock for the first time! It’s like I can see your brain cells dying in your eyes each time I slam forward!” He thrust extra hard on the word ‘slam’ before pulling out, turning her around so her head was laying flat on the bed, and then thrusting back down into her throat. With Kendou now laying with her back facing him, each thrust caused his balls to completely smother her face and nose. “You were sniffing my crotch earlier, so I’m sure you won’t mind suffocating in my big sweaty nuts for a while…that’s it, I can feel you breathing them in already! Dirty slut likes the smell and taste of a real man, huh?” His balls smacked her forehead and nose and covered her eyes with every thrust. When Kendou reached up, it wasn’t to push his balls off of her face, but instead to hold them, to keep them steady right over her nose while she drowned in his manly taste and smell with more gurgled moans.
Izuku couldn’t help but sneer and chuckle. “Smart girls like you are always the best to break…just like Momo! You pride yourself on being a top student in your class, don’t you, Kendou? But by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think past your desire for my dick!”
The wet sounds of Kendou choking on his cock as he fucked her head into the bed and his balls smacking over her nose filled the room as Izuku got closer and closer to finishing, until finally he pulled his wet cock out and jerked off while rubbing his dick all over her face. “Let’s give those cucks a little souvenir for what happened up here, huh? I’m gonna walk you down there and you can tell them all what you really think of them now, with my cum covering your slutty face!”
Thick ropes of cum shot all over Kendou’s face as she eagerly stuck her tongue out. Several thick white globs stuck to her forehead and oozed down her cheek to her chin before just sticking there, and countless drops of cum stuck out as white specks in her orange hair as she turned around and shoved her face beneath his balls to lick at them while Izuku grabbed his dick and smeared the last drops of cum onto her cum-painted face like a dirty rag.
“Thank you…haaa…thank you, sir…” She moaned in a hoarse voice.
SNAP! Izuku showed her the picture of her own face he’d just taken, the well-respected and esteemed female president of Class B smiling with a face soaked and soiled in the cum from a guy in another class. Then, he sent it to his girls’ group chat so they could gossip with each other while he finished up here. There was only one last step…rubbing it in to the rest of the B team.
“Come on, bitch.” Black whip shot out of his hand and wrapped around her exhausted throat like a collar and leash before walking her to the door on her hands and knees like a mutt. “Let’s give the rest of your class a nice final memory of you before you ditch their asses forever.”
There was no protest in Kendou, no fight remaining, as if the musk of Izuku’s balls had gone straight up to her brain. She obediently followed him down the stairs back to the Class B dorm’s living room, still walking on all fours like a dog. The guys were all sitting on the couches together, seemingly arguing over what to do about the absolute unit of a man who had just publicly humiliated them, barged into their residency, and walked away with their head woman. It wasn’t until Izuku cleared his throat that they all turned to see him…and her .
Izuku was getting all too familiar with the ‘cuck face’ by now. Wide eyes, pupils shimmering with the beginning of tears, jaws dropped in the beginning of a shout that died in their throats…and, of course, there was the way their eyes scoured over the woman’s body and stared without blinking, showing how pathetically turned on the cucks were from the defiled chick despite the situation.
“Go on, slut! Don’t you have something to say to your beloved class?” Izuku tugged on her collar, making her stumble forward.
“Don’t call them that.” Kendou giggled and turned to look Monoma straight in the eyes. “Don’t call them my beloved class! I don’t even want to be here anymore…hey, did you guys hear that? I’ve officially decided! I want to be with Izuku! I want to join him and his class and finally leave you tiny-dicked losers behind for good! I’ll finally be free from babysitting a bunch of sidekicks to be with a real man and a real hero! You all understand, right? You’d want me to do what’s best for me, right? Look at me! Look at my face, look how he marked me all over, look at how wet he made me…this is what a real man can do! So I’m done. I’m done being your class president, and I’m done holding back and pretending I give a shit about you spineless cucks! Izuku has converted me…I’m a Class A slut now~”
The boys’ jaws all dropped, struggling to even muster out a word. Without a doubt, this was far worse than any of them had imagined.
“I’m stealing your top bitch right in front of your very eyes! The least you can do is give her some final words!” Izuku scolded them.
At last, they mustered up a reaction, but it was Tetsutetsu jumping out of his seat to launch an iron fist at Izuku. “YOU BASTARD!!!!”
Izuku caught his punch and casually tossed him over his shoulder. “Anyone else wanna try that?”
“Please do! As if we need any more proof of how inferior you all are after Izuku humiliated you all earlier today in the Sports Festival!” Kendou giggled. “You just keep proving why I can’t wait to leave you all behind for Izuku!”
“What did you do to her?!” One of the other guys shouted.
“Y-yes, you must’ve done something…not just to her, but to the rest of the girls in your class, too! Some sort of quirk or tool that you’ve used in order to…to brainwash them! Shinsou recently joined your class, right? Are you working with him?! H-how dare you?!” Monoma finally found another excuse to try throwing at him, pointing accusingly. “I’ll tell the teachers, I’ll tell All Might, and then it’ll be over for you! You…you villain!”
Monoma was exactly like Bakugou—their insults and threats were impossible to take seriously when they were shitting themselves while trying to say it.
“Well, you aren’t wrong about one thing—I did do something to them.”
“I-I knew it! What have you done? There’s no way any of this would be possible without some sort of evil trick!” Monoma seethed.
Izuku yanked Kendou’s black whip leash to make her stand, grabbing her chin. “You really wanna know? You asked for it. I’ll show you exactly what I did to all my girls.”
“W-wait, that’s not—!”
It was too late for the guys to shout in protest as Izuku hoisted Kendou off of her feet, easily holding her up in the air in a full nelson position, her body practically folded in half with black whip helping to properly position her right above his cock. He wanted the Class B boys to see everything .
“Are you ready to put on a show for your former class?” He whispered into Kendou’s ear as she gave a full body shudder.
“Yes, please! Fuck me and show them how a real man treats his woman! Let them see their class president being stolen right in front of their very eyes! Those cucks are free to jerk off if they want—nothing they do matters to me anymore! Make me one of your official sluts by taking me in front of them!”
“Say no more~” Izuku rammed his cock into her cunt, proving just how wet and desperate it had become after all the teasing he’d been giving her. He could practically see the heartbreak and betrayal spreading through each of the Class B boys one after another, like a domino effect beginning from Monoma and collapsing across the rest of them—the perfect metaphor for this entire situation, honestly. From the very beginning, this had been Monoma’s fault. It was his grudge, his provocation, his failures that the rest of the boys chose to share in. It didn’t have to be this way, but…
“You reap what you sow. Now watch as I make your precious class president into another one of my sluts!” Izuku began slamming up into her, keeping each thrust harsh but slow to emphasize each one. With every thrust upwards, her boobs would bounce wildly, and the cucks’ eyes would follow. Taking it hard and slow was perfect for putting on a show.
It gave Kendou time to catch her breath between each thrust, too, so she could keep mocking the boys, letting out every ounce of resentment she had built up towards them over the years. “Three years! I’ve put up with all of you for three years, cleaning up after you, keeping you all out of trouble, and in return, none of you could satisfy me even a tiny bit! Not just me, but any of our girls! We’ve spent all this time single…and desperate…! So wipe those tears off of your faces! Don’t act so surprised when a man like Izuku comes in and takes what you couldn’t handle! I deserve to get fucked like this! You all deserve to get cucked like this! Fuck me, Izuku! Fucking break me like none of these losers could ever hope to!”
Her dirty talking went straight to his dick as he hammered into her, biceps bulging as he held her back against his chest, keeping her body from going flying as his cock became more and more aggressive. Pussy juices splattered out of her with every thrust, making the entire area around them a literal splash zone, and it only got worse when she actually began to cum.
“So…fucking…big! Bigger than all those losers combined! I’m gonna cum! I already squirted in my room, and already…! I can’t stop…! KYAAAA! IZUKU!!!!” Kendou screamed, throwing her head back against his shoulder, toes curling as she squirted all over the floor. One particular squirt of her orgasm shot out like a geyser straight into Monoma’s eye, making him fall back in shock and horror. Of course that cuck couldn’t handle being squirted on.
“There’s more where that came from…all of my girls have learned how to squirt back to back by now, and I won’t be done breaking your body until you’re the same way,” Izuku promised, only speeding up his thrusts now that she was cumming, not relenting on her oversensitive pussy for even a second until she was screaming and tensing up in his and black whip’s hold.
“I’M CUMMING AGAIN! I’M CUMMING! Make them watch me cum! Make them watch as you fuck me through orgasm after orgasm! Fuck yes, Izuku! Your dick has already made me cum more than my entire class ever has!”
“That says more about them than it does about me!” Izuku grunted as he shoved his cock balls deep inside of her and then just kept it hilted, grinning as he watched her cunt literally convulse and flood her squirt down his balls. He then looked up to see the rest of the Class B boys watching in both awe and envy. “Pretty view, isn’t it? Think any of you could locate her clit when she’s spread out for you like this? Anyone? No one?” Naturally, none of the boys had the balls to speak up or approach, so Izuku reached down and rubbed his hand right over her clit. “Right here.”
“Izuku, wait—! AHHHHH!!!!” Kendou screamed when he roughly pressed down on her clit, and like a magic button on a woman’s body, she was sent into yet another wave of messy, wet orgasm.
Black whip was holding her up on its own now as Izuku’s hands busied themselves with her tits—another thing that the Class B boys would be saying goodbye to. “They’ve spent all this time worshiping and admiring you, but unable to give you what you need…as a final gift to them, how about we completely destroy your image?”
Kendou was drooling, her eyes lidded and rolling back from the nonstop squirting. “W-what do you mean?”
Black whip dropped her to the floor like a ragdoll onto her hands and knees while Izuku smacked her ass from behind and crouched down. “I’m going to fuck you like the bitch that you are, treat you like a dirty mutt who gets mounted and taken from behind.”
Her boobs dragged across the wet floor, kneeling in a puddle of her own making. In this position, she was still forced to face her class and her class was forced to see her face, but she paid them no mind as she turned back to grin at Izuku. “Do it…treat me like the bitch that I am. Fuck me however you see fit, however I deserve to be fucked! Whatever you want is what I want from here on out!”
He grabbed her ponytail to use as a handle while slamming into her sopping wet cunt from behind. “That’s what I like to hear from my broken bitch~”
Monoma managed to peer from behind the couch again, his teeth chattering as if he might break down sobbing. “K-Kendou…!”
“What’s wrong? None of you want to get up to try and stop me? Too afraid that you’ll expose your boners if you stand up?” Izuku taunted them, and the way they all blushed told him how spot on he was. All of the boys were sporting hard-ons as they watched their beautiful, sexy class president get degraded and stolen by a man from the rival class.
Some of the boys became bold enough to reach down and touch themselves to the sight, which was the final stage of cuck conversion—acceptance. That certainly didn’t take long.
“I’ve only just begun! You really are a pathetic excuse for a hero class—no wonder your president was so easy to break! So desperate to ditch you all! I’ll show you how this bitch will be treated every day from now on once she joins my class as part of my harem!” Izuku lifted his foot across Kendou’s back and stepped on the back of her head, pushing her face and her entire torso down into the floor more. Her back arched beautifully, her entire front squished to the floor while her ass raised up higher so he could fuck her while stepping on her face from behind—the ultimate degradation.
“Fuck yes! Treat me just like you do the rest of your sluts! I want to be one of them! I am one of them! Harder, Izuku! Fuck me harder! Step on me harder! Degrade me harder! Fuck every last ounce of the Class B president out of me!”
The harder Izuku fucked her, the more pressure and weight went into his foot on top of her head—it was practically on her face now, squishing her cheek directly into her own puddle of pussy juices. “I doubt there’s any bit of the respectable president left in you at this point! Why don’t we ask the ones who’d know best?” He grinned at the Class B boys. “Hey! Do you think there’s even a semblance of your esteemed president residing in Kendou at this point? Look at her and answer me! Awase?”
Awase blushed when he was specifically called out. “U-uh…n-no, she’s…I think she’s too far gone…” He admitted.
Izuku grinned and turned to one of the boys who was actively touching himself. “What about you, Kaibara? Think she could even go back to pretending to care about your second place class after this?”
“Fuck, man, I don’t think I can go back after this…” Kaibara admitted.
Izuku turned to Tetsutetsu, whom he had previously tossed against the wall and was now just kneeling in defeat. “I bet you can’t even recognize the Kendou that you idolized.”
Tetsu gulped and looked away in shame.
Finally, Izuku’s gaze lingered on Monoma, who made eye contact with Kendou. “Do you really think you could ever hope to satisfy a woman who needs to be treated like this ?!” He emphasized his point by stomping on her head accompanied by a particularly brutal thrust that had her back arching even more as she came.
Kendou made eye contact with Monoma as she squirted on Izuku’s cock for the dozenth time that evening. “Answer him, Monoma. Answer him!”
Monoma shrieked at getting shouted at by her, his voice trembling in utter defeat and shame. “I-I-I-I…I don’t…”
“It’s a simple yes or no question!” Izuku stepped off of her head to instead grab her ponytail, yanking her face off of the floor so all the boys could properly see her blissed out face, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out. “This is the type of slut your president really is. Now that you see the real Kendou, do you really think any of you are worthy or capable of handling her?”
All the guys’ eyes turned to Monoma. Slowly, Monoma lowered his head and bit his lower lip. “N…no. No, I…I didn’t know…didn’t know she was…I wouldn’t be able to…”
“She deserves better, don’t you think? So go on—give her your blessing. Tell her you support her decision to ditch your worthless asses to join the superior class.”
Monoma made eye contact with Kendou one last time, the intense stare pushing him to break down pathetically. “Kendou deserves to join Class A…the superior class…and to leave us behind for you.”
Three years. Three years at UA, three years of putting up with Monoma’s petty bullshit class rivalry, three years of constant headaches…all of it culminated in this moment, finally hearing those words from that loudmouthed narcissist.
Izuku buried himself as deep inside of Kendou as possible, ready to release. “Fuck, here it comes, slut. I’ll fill you up for all of them to see.”
Kendou drooled as he let go of her ponytail, letting her face drop to the floor again as she moaned out an incoherent ‘thank you’ as he pumped her full of his seed.
Her body spasmed with every load of his thick cum that shot into her, flooding her cunt until it was leaking out. Finally, he pulled out and spun her around to show off her leaking pussy to their audience—the former Class B president dripping Class A cum down her thighs and onto the sloppy floor for the entire class to see.
“Didn’t Kendou whip any manners into you guys?” Izuku rested an elbow on her ass, using her like an armrest. “Thank me for giving her what you never could.”
The guys looked at each other nervously, and some of them managed to mutter out some half-hearted words of forced gratitude.
“Are you…are you done here yet?” Tetsutetsu finally managed to croak out, though he was doing an awful job at hiding his iron hard boner.
“She’s certainly done here. Forever.” Izuku chuckled, smacking Kendou’s ass before standing up. “I’m as eager to take her back with me as she is, though. Don’t want to spend another second in this second rate dormitory if I can help it. Hope you all enjoyed the closing act of your President—I doubt any of you will be seeing pussy this close up ever again.”
“Closing act?” A voice suddenly called. From up on the stairs where he and Kendou had come from her room was Setsuna Tokage, and behind her, the 5 other girls of Class B watching with crossed arms, or a hand on their hip, or a hand already down their pants in Komori’s case. That mushroom girl always did give off freak vibes.
“S-Setsuna?! How long have you girls been watching?” Monoma gasped, as if he’d just been caught at his lowest moment…no, that was just literally what had happened.
Setsuna didn’t even bother addressing him as she descended the stairs with a sexy sway in her hips, and the other girls followed her down. “And here I was hoping Kendou was just the opening act. You know what I’ve been hearing from the girls of Class A? I heard you were a sex hero , saving the girls of UA from a lifetime of dissatisfaction. Well, hero? Were you just going to leave the rest of us to suffer?”
Izuku raised an eyebrow before smirking. “Girls always want to wait around for the guy to take the hint, huh? If there’s something you want, why don’t you be upfront and show me .”
The Class B girls’ hands immediately began fumbling with the buttons of their uniforms, already surrounding him to squish their boobs up to his muscular body as Izuku wrapped his arms around them and winked at the Class B boys.
“Guess I lied; you’re all in luck! You get one more chance to see pussy up close, after all!”
It was time to put on the true closing act for Class B—one that the class would never recover from.