R18
Nejire returned from her three-month internship with Ryukyu looking stronger, sharper, and more radiant than when she left. She barely gave Takeru time to register her arrival before throwing her arms around him, spinning them both in a circle. "Takeru-kun! Did you miss me?" she asked, her smile bright enough to light up the room.
"You have no idea," he said, though the amused curve of his mouth gave away the truth. She ran and hugged him, wrapping her legs around his hips as they began to make out lewdly. After an hour of kissing and talking, Nejire sat on Takeru's lap. "Takeru... it's been so long..." she started, grinding her ample ass into his cock.
"Hmm, really... you abandoned your boyfriend for three months. I have to punish you for this, Nejire-chan." He moved at super speed, getting a capture tape and a neck tie from the closet along with massage oil. He wrapped Nejire's wrists and tied them above her head, sticking her to the ceiling, and blindfolded her with the neck tie. Nejire just mewled, unable to restrain herself as the anticipation was building. Takeru could see her nipples stiffening under her t-shirt. He took off her pants and tore off her t-shirt as she squealed. He rubbed oil all over her shoulders, her tits, and her thighs and feet, massaging each part of her body with excruciating slowness.
Nejire moaned and soon she could no longer contain herself, writhing on his lap as her pussy lips rubbed on his shorts. But Takeru was ruthless. If he hadn't been banging Kendo for the past two weeks, he would have ravaged Nejire as soon as he saw her or would have flown to Ryukyu's hero agency just to pound her.
"My sweet Nejire-chan must be tired from all the hero work. But it is very wrong to forget your boyfriend, you know."
"I am... sorry... I... didn't... forget... I will... do anything... please..." Nejire spoke in broken words, her mind was breaking and she wanted release so bad.
"Well, you did send me many nudes, so I will forgive you." He removed his shorts and thrust himself into Nejire's sopping wet pussy. Her pussy gripped his cock like a velvet vice as she rode him, cumming hard on his cock in three strokes. Takeru chuckled and planted kisses on her neck, taking off the blindfold as they kissed each other, spit dribbling from her chin as they broke apart. His cock was still stiff in her pussy.
"I love you so much, Takeru," Nejire said, her eyes swimming in lust and affection.
"I love you more, my Nejire-chan."
"I have something to show you," Takeru said, groping for the TV remote.
"Is it a new porno, a new toy, or did you get a new support item? Did you know you have to register all support items before you enter U.A...."
Takeru shushed her with the palm of his hand. Nejire, still tied up, just gave him a threatening scowl which just made her look even cuter.
"I met this girl," Takeru started. He told her about Kendo without hesitation and told Nejire how she was going to take the entrance exam with him and what a hottie she was. Nejire listened with genuine curiosity. "Really?" a lewd expression came across her cute face. "She sounds amazing," Nejire said, tapping her cheek thoughtfully. "Strong, stubborn, hardworking… a perfect training partner for you."
"And for us," Takeru corrected gently. Nejire's eyes brightened at that. Takeru started playing with Nejire's clit, using super speed to vibrate his middle finger and making Nejire moan. He started thrusting in and out of her, turned on the TV remote, and whispered in Nejire's ear, "Watch this."
Kendo POV
Kendo had been training with Takeru for almost a month now. She couldn't remember ever being happier, despite studying and training for ten hours a day. Every morning, she woke up feeling happy and satisfied, knowing she was getting better—and most importantly, that she got to spend that time with Takeru.
Takeru made her feel things she'd never felt before. Most guys were intimidated by her physical strength and confidence; those who weren't were weaklings, and she couldn't bring herself to be attracted to someone she could defeat physically. But Takeru awakened something in her, a feeling that grew stronger every day they spent together. Though they were the same age, she looked up to him, wanting to be near him. When he praised her, she felt like she could fly.
Two weeks ago, in the gym, Takeru claimed her body and soul. She hadn't known she could feel such pleasure—so weak, yet so good to be taken and devoured. It was her first time, and she had tasted the forbidden fruit. The next day, she thought she'd ruined everything, but Takeru continued his teaching and training as if nothing had changed, taking her again at the end of the day. They hadn't defined their relationship did they even have one? Kendo wondered as she got on her bike to ride to Takeru's apartment building.
For the past two weeks, they'd had sex after training every day. She was eager to feel the way he made her feel, but she feared it would stop or that he'd find her lacking. So many things about Takeru made no sense. How could he afford a six-bedroom penthouse in the richest part of the city? According to him, Ren-san was his foster parent, but to Kendo, Ren-san seemed more like a servant, doing whatever Takeru told him. Where did Takeru get his money? What happened to Takeru parents? Did he go to school ? How does he know the number 3 hero Hawks ?
During training, she'd accidentally seen Takeru's phone. Though she wasn't in a hurry to look away—her curiosity was too much—she noticed his smartphone wallpaper: a photo of him with a beautiful girl she recognized. It was last year's runner-up in the UA Sports Festival, Nejire Hado. Was she his girlfriend? Kendo's stomach flipped.
Whenever she asked anything remotely personal, Takeru would smile, gently change the topic, or kiss her neck or grope her thigh, causing Kendo to melt with pleasure. Most importantly, Kendo—despite her third-degree karate black belt and five-time karate championship status—was scared Takeru would stop calling her, helping her, needing her. Even though she'd only known him for a month, her whole life now seemed to revolve around him. Her Quirk, Ethics, and History scores on mock tests had improved by 30 percent. She could pass the written test now, yet she found herself riding forty minutes by bike to the other side of the city just to train with Takeru.
She arrived at Takeru's apartment building. She phoned in and the door buzzed open. She headed straight to the apartment gym and there he saw Takeru smiling at her. Making her stomach flip and then he said
"Kendo-chan, today you'll be sparring someone special," he said, pacing slowly across the mat. "A current top U.A. student. She's here to teach you a lot of things."
Kendo studied him carefully. His smirk was the kind that meant he was enjoying her confusion a little too much. She wiped her palms against her cargo pants, narrowing her eyes.
"Who exactly am I sparring?" she asked.
Before Takeru could answer, a clear cheerful voice echoed from above.
"Me!"
A swirl of turquoise energy descended from the ceiling, spiraling once before landing lightly near them. Kendo's heart lurched as the girl from Takeru's wallpaper materialized in front of her—alive, glowing, smiling with effortless charm.
Nejire Hado.
Runner-up of last year's Sports Festival. One of U.A.'s brightest stars.And apparently someone Takeru knew well enough to casually invite to spar.
Kendo bowed quickly to hide the shock twisting inside her. "Hado-senpai. Thank you for coming. I didn't know Takeru-kun knew you."
Nejire shot Takeru a smirk that was almost playful. "Really? He didn't mention me? That's surprising."
Takeru coughed softly and looked upward, avoiding both girls' gazes. Nejire's smile widened as she floated toward Kendo, eyes sparkling with genuine excitement.
"He told me a lot about you," Nejire said. "You're a martial artist with a transformation quirk, right? Can you adjust the size of your hands or is it only a full expansion? Does your strength scale up along with the size? Oh! And how long can you—"
Takeru stepped in quickly, placing a gentle hand on Nejire's shoulder. "Nejire-chan, maybe spar first… questions later."
Nejire blinked, then laughed in embarrassment. "Right! Sorry. I get excited."
Kendo tried to maintain her composure, but the mix of jealousy and guilt churned in her stomach. She didn't know how to process what she was feeling.