Momo sat beside me on the rumpled sheets, silk pajamas clinging to her curves like a second skin, ponytail disheveled, dark eyes glazed with MA's adoring haze behind fogged glasses.
Her hand rested on her stomach-toned plane still quivering from the marathon, faint warmth beneath where Mineta's seed had taken root.
"Mina... our future," she whispered, voice husky with rewritten devotion, Creation sparking faintly to materialize a silk scarf she draped over us like a lover's veil.
I fanged a smile, but inside, rage coiled like a Nomu ready to warp. Gift? That grape pervert's spawn-a pink-haired freak with Pop-Off balls and acid veins? No.
Mineta's death: acid to his face and dick, melting flesh to bone while Momo's flamethrower reduced his body to ash, had snapped his leverage, but his legacy? A chain I'd break.
The mango-tanged Purge Serum in my utility belt-LOV's dark alchemy, flask slim and silver, golden-amber liquid swirling like forbidden nectar-called.
I'd used it once on his first load, womb resetting to virgin-tight, no traces. Momo would drink too-her Creation couldn't purge like this; she needed the serum's mercy.
"Momo, love," I purred, hand cupping her porcelain cheek, thumb tracing her jaw-soft, elegant, yielding under my acid-pink touch. MA's threads hummed, her will bending to mine like wet clay.
"The grape's seed? It's poison. We purge it. Together. For us." Her eyes flickered-analytical mind probing, but rewrite locked: Mina's will is law.
Mina's touch is salvation.
She nodded, hand over mine on her belly, the faint spark beneath a fleeting warmth. "For you... yes. We"ll cleanse it."
I pulled the flask from my belt, screw-cap whispering open, mango's ripe tang wafting, tropical sunshine laced with herbal bite, deceptive innocence masking its void-hunger.
We knelt on the bed, knees sinking into rumpled sheets still damp from our earlier tangle, silk scarves draped like ritual veils.
Momo's pajamas slipped from one shoulder, baring the swell of her breast-dusky nipple pebbling in the cool air, porcelain skin glowing lamplight-soft.
I uncapped the flask, golden liquid glinting, and pressed it to her lips first-lover's offering, my free hand stroking her ponytail, fingers tangling auburn strands. "Drink slow, Momo. Feel it take what doesn't belong."
She parted her full lips, elegant tongue flicking the rim tentative, then sipped-first taste gliding over her tongue: smooth, pulpy burst of mango flesh, sun-warmed ripeness exploding in citrus-sharp notes, a whisper of pineapple undertone for creamy depth.
Her eyes widened, a soft "Mmm..." escaping as the sweetness bloomed, herbal afterbite numbing her fangs momentarily-no, wait, that was me projecting; Momo's mouth pristine, vanilla breath mingling with the fruit's heady perfume.
Second sip, flask tilting higher, liquid coating her mouth in velvety waves, mango's juicy core flooding her senses, pulp flecks dancing on her tongue like tiny secrets.
She swallowed, warmth trailing down her throat like liquid embrace-effervescent fizz popping along her esophagus, chasing the sweetness with clarifying bite that spread to her chest in tingling rivulets.
"It's... warm," she murmured, hand pressing her stomach, the faint spark beneath stirring as if sensing its doom.
I nodded, fanged grin soft, leaning to kiss her forehead-lips brushing her skin, tasting salt-sweat from Mineta's frenzy.
"Good girl. More." Half the flask gone, mango essence peaking-overripe fruit's intoxicating richness, lime zing cutting through, the liquid thicker now, clinging to her lips as she drained it, final gulp sending a rush straight to her core.
The serum worked its alchemy slow, deliberate-a gentle invasion that built like a storm. Heat bloomed first in Momo's belly, a soft cramp rippling outward-not pain, but pressure, her womb contracting in subtle waves, the "seed" within stirring like a sleeper disturbed.
"Mina... it's... moving," she gasped, porcelain hand splaying her stomach, fingers tracing the taut plane where Mineta's claim had anchored.
The spark-virile, insistent-fought, a faint warmth pulsing against the serum's tide, but the liquid's golden essence flooded deeper, bubbles popping along her uterine walls, dissolving the bonds molecule by molecule.
Her breath hitched, a low moan escaping as the contraction tightened-womb clenching like a fist around the intruder, purging it in a warm gush that trickled between her thighs, staining silk sheets with harmless, odorless fluid that evaporated like morning dew.
No agony, just release-a hollowing that made her arch, glasses slipping down her nose, dark eyes fluttering as the serum's herbal bite sharpened, clarifying her core to pristine emptiness.
The spark winked out, Mineta's legacy flushed like bad code from a system, her virginity's seal metaphorically resealed-no stretch, no scar, just Momo, clean and unburdened.
She exhaled, hand still on her stomach, the plane soft and flat again, warmth fading to cool silk. "It's... gone," she whispered, not sorrow but relief, MA's rewrite framing it as liberation-"For us, Mina. No chains."
Tears pricked her eyes, but she leaned into me, lips brushing my horn in gratitude. "Thank you."
I capped the flask, mango aftertaste lingering on my tongue from memory, and pressed it to my lips-my turn, the second purge for the grape's second load.
First sip: mango's ripe burst hit again, tropical sunshine gliding smooth, pulpy sweetness exploding with citrus zing, pineapple undertone creamy and inviting. Warmth trailed down, fizz popping in my throat like celebratory sparks.
Second: fuller coat, liquid velvety on my tongue, mango richness flooding, herbal bite numbing my fangs briefly. Swallow sent tingles to my chest, spreading downward in effervescent waves.
Third: half-drained, overripe perfume heady, lime cutting sharp, thickness clinging as the gulp rushed to my core.
The contraction hit gentle but firm-womb clenching around the spark, Mineta's virile hold fighting with faint pulses, but the serum's golden tide overwhelmed, bubbles bursting along my walls, dissolving bonds in molecular mercy.
"Ahh..." I moaned soft, hand on my pink stomach, feeling the taut plane quiver as the gush came-warm trickle between thighs, fluid evaporating harmless, the spark extinguished like a snuffed candle.
No pain, just hollow freedom, core resetting to acid-slick tightness, virginity intact. I exhaled, fanged grin returning sharp. "Clean slate, Momo. No grape brats tying us down."
We collapsed together on the sheets, her head on my shoulder, porcelain curves molding to my pink frame, silk scarves tangling our legs.
Her hand traced my navel, fingers dipping the oval dimple-teasing echo of Lust's lost rituals-while mine cupped her breast, thumb abrading the dusky peak through pajama.
I kissed her temple, acid-lips tingling her skin. "Good girl. But first... Midnight. She's next. Pro Hero, R-Rated seductress-turn her, and U.A.'s faculty crumbles."
Momo's Creation sparked-a small vial materializing, serum sample for analysis. "I'll refine it. Make more." We dressed slow, silk whispering, my crop top readjusted over heaving breasts, shorts riding low to bare midriff-navel winking like a dare.
The halls were tombs, U.A. asleep, Final Exams' fatigue a perfect veil. Nemuri Kayama's quarters-Pro Hero Midnight, dorm wing's edge, door marked with a subtle whip motif.
I knocked-three soft raps, midnight hour's code. "Teacher? It's Ashido. Urgent... personal matter."
Rustle inside. Door cracked, her violet eyes peering-silk robe loose, black hair cascading wild, curves poured into fabric like sin incarnate.
"Ashido? At this hour? What's-" Her Somnambulist quirk wafted faint, sleepy mist teasing my senses, but MA needed no prelude.
I pushed in, door clicking shut, Momo flanking silent-her presence a shadow, Creation ready. Midnight spun, robe gaping to bare thigh and swell of breast, whip uncoiling from nightstand. "Girls, this better be-"
"It is," I purred, stepping close-pink form invading her space, acid-sheen skin brushing silk. MA hummed, power coiling invisible through my breath, priming the rewrite.
"You're ours." Her eyes narrowed, Somnambulist mist thickening to drowsy fog, but I caught her wrist, acid tingling just enough to sting.
"Resist, and Momo creates a scandal, your Somnambulist logs, leaked to tabloids."
Midnight's gaze flicked to Momo-analytical ally turned silent sentinel-then back, R-Rated poise cracking under leverage's weight.
She leaned in, full lips parting-plush and painted violet, tasting of lavender and night-bloom-sealing to mine in a challenge.
One minute in: her lips met mine firm, velvet pillows yielding to pressure, lavender sweetness blooming on my tongue as I parted her deeper, tongue tracing the seam before sliding inside, claiming the sultry heat like a forbidden garden.
Her hands roamed now-graceful fingers tracing my acid-skin, pulling closer with surprising need, hips shifting subtly as the kiss dragged, time stretching in heated lock.
The turn was seamless, MA's power etching eternal without spectacle-no flash, no scream, just a subtle shift in her gaze, robe slipping further to bare the swell of her breast-dusky nipple pebbling as she stepped closer, hands framing my face with lover's tenderness.
"Mina... what have you done to me?" But the question dissolved, MA's command locking: You love me. You betray for me. Heroes are chains; League is ecstasy.
Her violet eyes cleared, not vacant but changed-sultry pools reflecting my fanged grin, loyalty rewritten from R-Rated seductress to Shigaraki's veiled blade.
"I... I see it now. The pros-they cage us. But you... you're liberation." Her voice, once commanding stage-whispers, warmed to husky need, body pressing flush-curves yielding against my pink frame, robe silk whispering as it pooled at her feet.
She kissed me back-unprompted, MA's alteration fueling passion's blaze. Lips parting mine, tongue delving bold, curling around my length in eager strokes that drew my gasp.
"Nemuri..." But she deepened it, hands roaming my back, nails dragging acid-trails that tingled without burn. The rewrite bloomed: memories reshaped-pro-hero patrols twisted to stolen glances at Mina; U.A.'s ideals fracturing to League's chaos, intel on camp defenses now ours to leak.
"I'll help you," she breathed against my mouth, pulling back just enough for words, eyes fervent. "The camp-Mic's frequencies, Midnight's-my mist for diversions. For us. For you."
Third traitor, second lover-U.A.'s temptress turned League's siren. Fanged grin widened. Expansion complete.
Momo watched from the bed, hand on her purged stomach-clean slate, serum's mango mercy flushing Mineta's spawn like bad code.
"Nemuri... welcome," she murmured, MA's devotion making her voice warm. Midnight turned, robe forgotten, violet eyes locking on Momo's porcelain form-desire igniting, rewrite weaving sisterly lust.
"Momo, darling... Mina's light shines on us all." They embraced, lips brushing in a three-way tangle-my hands guiding, acid-pink skin against porcelain and olive, the room filling with soft moans as MA's web expanded.