Takumi Hayase sat on the secluded bench tucked behind the school's maintenance shed, a blind spot the security cameras never quite caught, perfect for moments like this.
His UA uniform was slightly rumpled, the tie loosened, jacket open, as Mina Ashido knelt between his legs, her pink head bobbing rhythmically up and down his cock.
The slurping sounds were wet, echoing softly in the quiet corner. Mina's lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, cheeks hollowed as she took him deep, her tongue swirling along the underside with expert flicks. Drool glistened on her chin, dripping down to coat his balls, her horns brushing his thighs with every descent. She hummed around him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight up his spine, her yellow eyes flicking up to meet his with that playful, hungry glint.
Takumi's hand rested on the back of her head, fingers tangled in her pink hair, not forcing, but guiding the pace, holding her down just long enough to feel her throat constrict around the head before she pulled back with a gasp.
It was overwhelming, the wet heat of her mouth, the suction that pulled at him like a vacuum, the way her tongue teased the slit on every upstroke. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing deeper, and Mina moaned around him, the sound muffled and vibrating through his length.
The bus for the Provisional License Exam would arrive soon, the rest of the class was probably already milling around the front gate. But here, hidden, they had stolen these last minutes.
Takumi's mind, however, drifted beyond the immediate pleasure. A holographic screen flickered into existence before his eyes, visible only to him, a translucent blue overlay that no one else could see. It hovered in his vision like a private interface, words scrolling across it in crisp white text...
New Task Unlocked: "World Expansion - Classroom of the Elite"
Objective: Complete two additional threesomes with entirely different partners (distinct from previous threesome encounters).
Reward: Access granted to the unlocked world.
Note: Quirk retention confirmed upon transfer.
Takumi's breath hitched, not from Mina's mouth (though her tongue was currently doing wicked things to the underside of his cock), but from the sheer rush of excitement that flooded him.
His heart pounded harder than it had in months. Classroom of the Elite. He hadn't finished the novels, hadn't caught up to the latest light novel chapters, but he knew enough, a school of ruthless competition, psychological warfare, and a cast of brilliant, beautiful girls ripe for the taking.
If he kept Blackout, his quirk would be unstoppable there. No All Might, no League, no heroes to challenge him. Just a world of power plays and hidden desires, where he could dominate without restraint.
The thought alone pushed him closer to the edge. Mina sensed it, bobbing faster, her slurps growing louder, wetter. Takumi's hand tightened in her hair, hips thrusting shallowly as the build-up crested. Two more threesomes.
Easy. There were plenty of girls left, Momo and Ochaco, perhaps, or others he hadn't touched yet. The holographic screen faded as he focused on the present, Mina's mouth working him to oblivion.
With a low groan, he came, thick, hot spurts filling her mouth. Mina swallowed it all down, not missing a drop, her throat working visibly as she milked him dry. She pulled off with a soft pop, licking her lips, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Mmm... tasty as always, Taku-kun," she purred, her voice husky, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Takumi nodded, still catching his breath. "We should get going. Bus is coming soon."
Mina stood, adjusting her uniform skirt, giving him a playful wink. "Yeah, yeah. Can't keep the class waiting. But... save some for later, okay?"
She sauntered off toward the gate, hips swaying, leaving Takumi alone on the bench. He adjusted his uniform, zipping up, his mind racing.
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Takumi strolled back toward the test site, the Provisional License Exam's massive arena looming in the distance like a coliseum of quirks and chaos. The break had been called after the first round and students from various schools milled about, catching their breath, chatting in clusters, or nursing minor injuries. The air buzzed with nervous energy, the sun beating down on the concrete as proctors patrolled the perimeter.
But Takumi's mind was elsewhere, drifting to the holographic screen's promise, Classroom of the Elite. He savored the moment, rolling the names around like fine wine, Kikyo Kushida, with her deceptive charm and hidden depths, Airi Sakura, shy and endearing, a delicate flower waiting to bloom, Kei Karuizawa, fiery and resilient, the kind of girl who'd fight back in all the right ways, and of course, Suzune Horikita, sharp as a blade, her intellect a challenge he'd relish breaking down.
The thought of claiming them... it sent a thrill through him, deeper than any quirk battle.
But he reined it in. Haven't even planned my second threesome yet. The task was clear, two more with completely different girls that haven't interacted with each other in those ways. He pondered options, Midnight, perhaps, mixing a teacher with one of her students for that forbidden edge, or Mt. Lady, her gigantification adding a literal larger-than-life dynamic. Class B had intrigue too, Setsuna Tokage, with her Lizard Tail Splitter quirk, body parts detaching and regenerating... the possibilities in bed were endless, savoring each fragmented piece of her.
And then...A crash shattered the reverie, to his right, in a narrow alley between storage buildings, a guttural roar echoed. Takumi's head snapped toward it, Blackout instinctively extending shadows to probe, heavy footsteps, a labored breath, and a familiar quirk signature.
He moved without thinking, diving into the gloom of the alley's overhang, merging seamlessly with the darkness, his form dissolving like ink in water.
There, Spinner, the lizard-like villain from the League of Villains, his scaled body hulking and mutated further by some quirk enhancement, pinning Camie Utsushimi against the ground.
Camie's eyes widened in pain, but she managed a weak grin. "Totes... not cool, dude..."Takumi emerged from the shadows behind Spinner, silent as death. Metal wires, scavenged from a nearby fence, enhanced by Blackout's grip, lashed out like living serpents, wrapping around the villain's throat in a chokehold. Spinner gurgled, claws scrabbling, but Takumi yanked hard, shadows coiling to hoist him up, hanging him from a protruding beam like a grotesque piñata.
Blood leaked from Spinner's mouth as the wires bit deep, his struggles weakening, eyes bulging in rage. It was quick, efficient, Takumi's quirk accelerating his thoughts to predict every thrash, every counter.
He released the hold just enough to incapacitate, not kill, heroes had rules, after all, and rushed to Camie, scooping her up in his arms. She winced but giggled through the pain, her arms looping around his neck.
"My knight in shadowy armour! Totes saved the day, Taku-kun."
Takumi's jaw tightened, annoyance flickering as they rushed out of the alley, he'd expended more effort than planned, Blackout's reserves dipping from the rapid maneuvers. Spinner's wails faded behind them, blood dripping like macabre rain. "Keep quiet," he muttered, scanning for witnesses.
Camie stopped him abruptly in a secluded spot, her flirtatious grin returning despite the bruises blooming on her pink skin. "Ooh, that big lizard crushed me so hard... it hurt, y'know? But you... you're the one who really got my heart pounding."
Takumi fired back, falling into the rhythm despite himself. "Hurt? You seemed to enjoy the attention."
She laughed, wrapping her arms around him tighter, her Glamour quirk activating, smoky tendrils exhaling from her mouth, masking their faces in illusory disguises, ordinary civilians, unremarkable and blendable.
"Let's ditch the test, blame it on the League. They've got enough heat anyway."
He raised an eyebrow, but the pull was there, the adrenaline, her body pressed against his. "And do what?"
Camie grinned wider, leading him down side streets with confident strides, her hand in his. "Oh, I know a place. Follow me, hero."
They ended up at a nondescript motel on the city's edge, the kind with flickering neon signs and hourly rates, anonymous and seedy. Camie booked the room in their disguises, giggling as the clerk barely glanced up. Inside, the door slammed shut, and the wildness erupted, clothes stripped in a frenzy, hands everywhere.
Camie pushed him onto the bed, straddling his face in a 69 position, her pussy hovering above his mouth as she bent down to his cock.
They dove in simultaneously, Takumi's tongue lapping at her slick folds, tasting her tangy sweetness, swirling around her clit with firm pressure that made her thighs quake. Camie moaned around his shaft, her mouth engulfing him, sucking hard as her tongue danced along the veins. The pleasure was mutual, building fast, her hips grinding down on his face, smothering him in her heat, while she bobbed ferociously, gagging lightly but pushing through.
She came first, her body shuddering, juices flooding his mouth in hot spurts. The sensation pushed him over, he smiled into her pussy, then thrust up, cumming down her throat as she swallowed greedily, her moans vibrating through him.
Panting, he flipped her over onto her back, his fingers diving into her still-twitching pussy, curling inside, stroking her walls with precise, relentless motion. "Ahh, Takumi!" she cried, her body arching as he found that spot, rubbing it until she climaxed again, squirting in arcs that soaked the sheets.
He smiled down at her flushed face. "We'll go at it for hours."
He slammed into her missionary style, deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak, her legs wrapping around his waist as she thanked him breathlessly for saving her. "This... this is your reward," she gasped. He hugged her close, kissing her deeply, tongues tangling, breaths shared, as their bodies synced in rhythmic passion. She tightened around him, squirting again with a scream, her nails raking his back.
Takumi lay back, pulling her atop him in reverse cowgirl. She smiled wickedly, doing the splits on his cock, her flexibility on full display as she bounced, moving each ass cheek separately in hypnotic waves before slamming down hard, taking him to the hilt. The sensation was unique, her pussy clenching in waves that milked him.She grabbed her phone suddenly, handing it to him.
"Record it, I wanna watch this back."
He smiled, angling the camera to capture the action, his cock disappearing into her slick depths, her moans filling the room as she rode him wildly. He got atop her in doggy, the phone in hand showing his cock pushing in and out violently in long bursts, stretching her, her skin glistening with sweat, the obscene squelches captured in high definition.
Turned her over again, continuing the frenzy, he pushed his cock up, watching the imprint bulge against her stomach walls. He grabbed her hand, placing it there. "Feel that? That's me, deep inside you." She moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as the sensation overwhelmed her.
"I'm going to cum," he growled.
"All over me!" she begged, and he pulled out at the peak, spurting thick ropes across her stomach, breasts, and face, white streaks painting her in messy, erotic patterns.
She laughed breathlessly, wiping a dollop from her cheek. "We should go shower."