Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 26

Three sets of feet pound against the polycarbonate flooring, two boys and one girl running through hallways between connecting staircases, making all haste to catch up to their compatriots who went on ahead. The blasted hole in a roof gave them a convenient path to ascend past the security bulkheads. Though one would rather have taken a more expedient path.

“We should have taken the elevator,” Todoroki complains, breathing hard.

“Shut up, idiot!” Katsumi barks in response, not even looking at him. “They’ve got security which means they’ve got the elevators locked down too!”

“We could have broken through into the elevator shaft and gone directly upward.”

“To do what?” Saiki asks, less breathless than the other two. “Our job isn’t to get to the top, it’s to make sure Melissa gets to the top. Getting there on our own is pointless.”

Katsumi growls at him. “Shut up! I was getting to that!”

They climb over thirty floors in rapid succession, following the trail of broken security drones covered in scorch marks and dents. Then onward to find, “Momo! Kyoka!” Saiki shouts, seeing his girlfriends under attack with... He struggles to think of the guy’s name. Izuku’s friend. Iida! That’s it.

“One side!” Katsumi orders with a grin as her palms pop with miniature explosions. She throws her hands back–

“Wait!” Momo pleads with a tired wave. “No explosions! You might damage the servers!”

“If they go down it might interfere with shutting down security!” Kyoka backs up her explanation.

Saiki rushes forward, stomps one security bot crushing it enough to disable it, let s another snag his arm with a restraining cable and uses it to swing and slam it like ha meteor hammer into another one. “Alright. You two go and ahead and get to Izuku. We’ll catch up when we’ve cleaned up here!”

“The fuck makes you think I follow your orders?!” Katsumi demands.

Saiki can’t ignore a setup like that one. “Experience,” he answers, smirking at her for half an instant before he gets right back to smashing robots with other robots.

-(-)-

“What... The... Hell?” Saiki asks aloud, staring up at a monstrosity of metal with an exhausted Momo hanging off his shoulder.

The brawl in the server room wasn’t so long. But it was long enough for the security system to deactivate. What robots were left all deactivated at once. Taking it as a signal, the group of five from the server room took the nearest elevator right up to the roof.

“Is that All Might?!” Kyoka asks, staring at the hero in primary colours facing off with the giant mass of metal machinery. “He’s fighting the villain!”

“No,” Saiki denies, his eyes finding a few other figures in the melee. Katsumi. Todoroki... Izuku. “They’re fighting the villain.” He hesitates, looks to his girlfriend taking support from him.

She sees him looking at her. She frowns in confusion, then smiles. She knows the reason. “Go.”

The boy gives her a grateful look. “Kyoka,” he gets his other potential girlfriend’s attention, guides Momo to rest on her shoulder instead. “Take care of her, alright?” Without another word, without needing to hear an affirmative, he bounds away, joining the others in three leaps to slam into an enormous tendril of metal, redirecting it at the last second from spearing Todoroki out of the air.

Momo watches him go with a fond smile. “He’s impressive, isn’t he?”

“He has his moments,” Kyoka admits. Inwardly wishing she weren’t so reliant on her support gear. Wishing she could contribute more.

It doesn’t take long for Saiki to get an idea of the situation. That it isn’t the students’ show anymore. Now, thanks to Izuku and Melissa’s actions, it’s up to All Might to save the day while they run distractions. Keeping the villain’s mind busy as the greatest hero carves a path right to the bastard inside all that machinery and tears him out! His quirk must be insane but nothing is a match for the number one hero. All Might has proven that enough times.

Iida sprints along attacking spires of metal, ducking and dodging as they continually try to swat him, forcing the villain to pay attention else he race right up to him. Todoroki clogs and frustrates the movements of the metal tendrils, trapping them in place, halting them for only seconds but every instant counts. Katsumi blasts the tendrils with everything she has, detaching them to deny the villain control for the time it takes them to fall and be reconsumed by the mass.

Saiki knows the tactics that have gotten him this far. Take a beating and hit back harder. But there’s more to this fight than that. He leaps forward, uses the movement style he copied from Izuku to keep moving through swaying and lancing tendrils of steel. Many, he avoids. But not all. After all, he can take hits better than just about anyone. He picks his spots. His moments. When it’s better for him to just let a hit land. After all, if the villain is trying desperately to swat him then some attempts are bound to be sloppy. He grunts as he lets a swing strike against his legs, only to let that hit launch him further forward. Every metre he moves closer to the villain at the heart of all this is a stronger distraction.

And all the while, All Might is doing exactly what he does best. Being a juggernaut of power and determination to blast through any obstacle that comes his way. Too many distractions, too little preparation to stop a man of his greatness. Or so it seems until All Might leaps through the final stretch, having made a path right to the man responsible for all of this... And is ensnared at the last instant by dozens of restraining cables. Then grabbed by the throat and the left side of his abdomen. His teeth are grit, he struggles, and then... “RAAAAAAGH!” He bellows a scream of indescribable pain.

Saiki can barely see what’s going on from where he is, but he can see he’s the closest. He has to get to those cables, rip them out. Then... Then he doesn’t know but it’s a start! He doesn’t have time to think about how this turned around on them so quickly. He just has to move! But the villain’s awareness hasn’t failed. A wall of steel suddenly blocks his path. Specifically his. The others are still as open as they were before. Did the villain want All Might to get close? Had he been planning this all along? Were all of their distractions pointless? It doesn’t matter. Mirko taught him to think as much as he wants so long as he acts. And the best he can do for now is retreat and find another path. He backs off, coming around the edge of the wall...

Only to see All Might blasted back, then bombarded with compacted blocks of metal. Over a dozen of them slamming into him at once to crush the greatest hero.

Act.

Don’t think. Act.

Act how? The villain just stopped All Might in his tracks. What could Saiki possibly do?

It isn’t a question Izuku asks. It isn’t a question she has ever had to ask. Her dress tattered, her hair in disarray from the hectic and imperilling climb, she doesn’t hesitate for an instant as she cocks back a fist, leaps up and with all of her power slams that fist into the mass of metal surrounding All Might. With that single punch she shatters it, the shockwave blasts everyone back in a hail of metal chunks.

All Might is free again.

Saiki stares on. Watching Izuku help All Might recover. He realises in that moment. Something that had never occurred to him, even when he fought her. Everything she had done up to this point. Every training exercise, every fight, including her fight with him. She had been holding back. He had only been on par with her because she couldn’t use everything she had by default. He had been training his ass off, building himself up to be the best, and in reality the curve he had been fighting to stay ahead of was never real. This. Izuku standing there side by side with All Might himself. This is Izuku when she can fully cut loose. She’s... She’s so far ahead of him. He wants to be the best? He’s barely at the starting line. At her best, Izuku dwarfs him.

The previous bar of Todoroki freezing an entire building has been cleared. He has never felt more insignificant than he has in this moment.

And yet... Somehow... The dissatisfaction he felt watching Todoroki those months ago. He doesn’t feel it here. He isn’t even sure why. Is it because Todoroki is kind of an asshole? Is it because Izuku is his ex? Is it because he still cares for her, can’t stop caring for her? Or... Is it because as he watches them, he sees just how natural, how right it is for her to be there. To be right there with the best of the best. He can tell. She’s proven it time and again. There’s no truer hero than her. After all, All Might saw that. Who is Saiki to deny All Might? To claim Saiki himself should be there instead of Izuku?

It’s made all the more obvious as the two heroes once again launch themselves at the villain, working in tandem to battle their way through.

It isn’t over. Katsumi blasts away more metal cubes with all she has left. Todoroki locks more in place.

Saiki moves.

He isn’t like Izuku. He isn’t a hero like her. He isn’t a good person like her. He isn’t dependable like her. He isn’t selfless like her. But dammit! He can be there for her!

He leaps in front of Izuku, cocks his leg back and caves in a metal box with a kick, bounces off to meet another with a fist. “Go, Izuku!” he calls out, smashing metal constructs in whatever way is fastest until they pile up on him to get him out of the way. As they compress down trying to crush him, he can only hope it’s enough. His arm draws in then thrusts out, tearing through the simple constructs to make room and look out.

The flash, the incredible flash as those two heroes destroy the villain, it’s beautiful. The sun rises on the horizon as though that one act called the dawn itself.

The crisis is over.

-(-)-

Officials come and go. Island security, men in cheap suits, men in expensive suits. Everyone gets questioned on the events that took place and on the actions they took in response. The truth of how the villain got to be so powerful is shocking to those who weren’t present for it. The realisation that David Shield has been arrested for his actions puts a dour atmosphere on what should be a moment of relief and celebration.

Saiki smiles through answering the appropriate questions until the man in the expensive suit stands and shuts off his recording device. “Thank you for your testimony.  You have the thanks of the board for your intervention.”

“Oh,” Saiki smiles wider. “That’s good. I look forward to seeing what that thanks will look like.”

“Pardon?” Carefully, he starts recording again.

“You know, compensation for hero work,” he says as though it’s obvious, ticking off his fingers. “Saving the island, recovering the dangerous technology for you, detaining the dangerous criminals that had the island at their mercy?”

The man’s passive but polite expression shifts a few notches less polite. “And here I thought you Japanese were polite to a fault. You aren’t a licensed hero.”

“Nope,” Saiki admits with a shrug. “Didn’t break any laws though, and we did act like heroes. So it seems a pretty straightforward conclusion that we’re owed compensation for risking our lives. Oh,” he grins, “And for not blabbing to the press about how I-Island’s security nearly doomed everyone without the villains having to fire a shot. And for the only reasons your bosses aren’t shitting bricks over international inquisition into your activities being because a bunch of teenagers saved your asses.” The somewhat smug boy leans back in his seat with his arms folded. “Much simpler to pay us so everyone comes away happy and clean, don’t you think?”

Once again the recording is shut off. “Ruthless little bastard, aren’t you?” Probably so the man who Saiki increasingly thinks is some manner of upper management or executive can say that off the record.

“I’m sure I’ll be a paragon of generosity when I’m pulling down a comfortable paycheck.”

“Don’t bet on it,” the sharp-dressed man shakes his head. “We’ll be in touch.”

Saiki breathes a sigh of satisfaction from the end of that encounter. If things go his way it’ll save him a lot of headaches in future. If not... He isn’t sure whether he would pull the trigger on his threat. But at the very least the suit seemed to believe it and that was the whole point. Whether it’s a bluff or blackmail, the threat is all that matters.

From there he’s allowed to return to his hotel room, only to find Momo and Kyoka already there, sleeping in their underwear. In a moment like this he can’t help but curse his stamina. He can go without for hours more yet but the girls are utterly exhausted. The greatest crime of the villains. Depriving a young man of his dream. A threesome with two bisexual virgins. He could cry right now, he really could. But that wouldn’t solve anything. Instead he climbs into the bed between the two girls. Even asleep Momo smiles and cuddles into him. Kyoka’s arms wrap around his neck like he’s a teddy bear.

As consolation prizes go, it isn’t bad.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought. But Kyoka’s phone wakes the three of them up. “What’s going on?” he asks as the girls groggily get up, Kyoka blushing as she lets him go so she can slide out of bed.

“You didn’t know, Saiki?” Momo asks.

“Know what?”

“He was  one of the last ones dealing with those suits,” Kyoka informs the bustier girl. “All Might invited us all to have a cookout by the shore. A celebration, kind of. Since we missed the party. and the expo is basically cancelled.”

“Oh,” Saiki pursed his lips. Well that wasn’t something he was going to turn down. “Alright then, I’ll get dressed.”

The cookout is actually a lot of fun even if some of those attending are acting subdued. Much as Izuku can take at least half the credit for saving the day she clearly doesn’t feel like she did. She tries to be upbeat. The only thing that brings her mood up is when Melissa arrives after meeting her father. The two talk quietly and privately for a while until Kaminari cuts in. The American girl spends the rest of the evening with him.

The other students marvel at Momo’s ability to put away food. During the crisis she wore through all of her fat stores. She had eaten something after the incident was over but it was only to get her by for long enough to find a bed. Now that she has an opportunity she’s taking it with both hands. Burgers are coming off of the grill and seem to go straight into Momo’s waiting maw. Delicate manners of the upper crust only go so far as not suffering the effects of starvation thanks to her quirk. From there, all bets are off.

All in all, it’s a good moment. A good time. A chance to breathe after a very stressful night. Just spending some quality time with friends and also the greatest hero in the world who it turns out cooks some mean burgers.

The sun dips below the ocean and the students once more return to their hotel rooms for one last time. Their return flights are the next day. They had been required to stay that long only because they may have needed to answer follow-up questions. The trip had started out well, ended well, if it weren’t for the middle part Saiki would say it was a well-spent weekend.

“I can hardly believe its been only a few hours and I’m ready for bed again,” Momo sighed.

“You pushed yourself harder than any of us,” Saiki happily gives her excuse. “We all earned a rest, especially you.”

The rich girl hums in consideration, sauntering over to her boyfriend and pressing herself against him, looking up into his eyes with a cheeky smirk. “I think I’ve got a little energy left in me though. Want to help me sleep?”

Saiki grins, putting a hand in the small of her back.

As Kyoka realises what is about to happen she slowly moves toward the adjoining room door, only for Momo to reach out a hand and gently catch her arm. “Stay?” she asks quietly. “Please?” The punk girl hesitates. But gently pulls further away.

The bluenet sees what’s happening and releases his girlfriend. “You’re asking wrong.” He moves away, around the more petite girl to the door and clicks it locked. “Do you want to leave, Kyoka?”

“I, umm, I’m tired? I, I don’t want to get in the way–” She backs away slightly, slipping further into Momo’s space without thinking about it.

“But she asked you to,” Saiki carefully reminds her. “Momo wants you here. Wants you to be part of this moment. I do too. And I think if you’re honest, so do you.” He gestures behind himself. “The door is right there,” he reminded her as he slowly closes in on her like a predator cornering prey. “All you have to do is tell me to move aside. I won’t stop you. So, will you tell me to move? Or will you do...” He steps into her personal space, one hand taking hers, stroking her fingers with his own. “What you want to do?”

“I...” She doesn’t look behind her, doesn’t see what Momo is doing but she feels it when the other girl begins kissing her neck. “Ah... Haa...” she moans helplessly, “You... You can’t just do this every time!”

Saiki leans in, palms her tight little ass with his other hand as he nibbles her earlobe. “We won’t need to once you admit what you want. What do you want, Kyoka?”

She swallows. The good girl who so badly wants to be bad. To let herself go. She feels the heat of their bodies as they hover so close, as they touch her, kiss her skin. “I... I want this. I want you to touch me again,” she pants, her will breaking under their lustful onslaught. “I want both of you.”

“That so?” His whisper tickles her ear. “She wants us, Momo. What do you think of that?”

The more buxom girl reaches around to stroke Kyoka’s belly first over, then under her shirt. “I want her too.”

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, Kyoka,” Saiki teases her, “You want us and we want you. So all you have to do now is be ours. Our naughty girl. Do you want that?” Their skin brushes together as she nods eagerly. “I want to hear it, Kyoka. I want to hear you say it. Say you’ll be ours. Say yes.”

“Yes!” Her voice is pleading. “I’ll be yours just please!”

“Please what?” Saiki wonders if it’s too much but he can’t help himself. “What do you want us to do?”

“I...! I want you to touch me! I want to taste Momo! I want to taste you! I want to taste her on you!” the poor thing recites desperately. “I want you inside me!”

Saiki pulls away for a moment, looking Kyoka in the eye before leaning to her other side to offer Momo a wicked smile. “Well my dark mistress, I think it’s time we prepared our new plaything, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Momo purrs. Without warning her hands that had been stroking Kyoka’s tummy come up, pulling the girl’s shirt with it. Saiki unbuckles the belt and unfastens the buttons on her ripped jeans. In short order, Kyoka sees the flush extending down her body as she is stripped down to her underwear, and then stripped of that too. Momo steps away to undress herself.

Meanwhile Saiki walks a circle around the punk examining her body like a judge as he carefully undresses from the top down. Every now and then he reaches out to run hands and fingers over her body, humming to himself as though he’s judging her quality. “Yes. So soft,” he speaks with approval, “And yet so tight. So petite.” Stepping up behind her in only his pants, he knocks her fight out, encouraging her to widen her stance as he reaches around and strokes her pussy with his fingers. “Yes. Very tight. I think we have a winner my mistress.”

“You should test her first, wouldn’t you say my dark lord?” Momo asks, rejoining the fun in a bustless black corset, heels and a thong. She bends the girl over as she quivers in anticipation, takes her arms and loops already knotted ropes around them, tightening them to lock behind her back.

“Ahh!” Kyoka squeals, not just at the restraints but at the feeling of Saiki’s cock kissing her lower lips. Instead of attempting to flee, her hips wiggle from side to side, forcing the rigid shaft to stimulate and flick across her lips. She’s already soaked from all the teasing. “Please,” she begs again, “I want it!”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he asks. “Will you be a good girl?”

“No! I want to be a bad girl! I want you to teach me, to make me a bad girl!”

There were no wrong answers to that question it seems. Without warning or announcement, Saiki pushes forward, sliding his thick cock inside Kyoka’s soaked pussy inch by inch. No slowing, no restraint. Just one long, smooth movement that gets the petite girl groaning in exquisite ecstasy.

“I think you said something about wanting to taste me earlier,” Momo speaks as she takes her place in front of Kyoka’s face. Taking the girl’s head in one hand, she slips her thong aside with the other. “Well?”

“Haa... Y-Yes, mistress,” Kyoka gasps. As more meat is thrust inside her from behind, she leans forward, stretching her tongue out to lap at the beautiful pink folds presented to her.

“Ahh,” Momo moans lightly, moving closer to make the new pet’s job easier. “That’s it, just like that. Taste as much as you like. Enjoy it.”

“She certainly is,” Saiki observes as he reaches the depths of the petite girl’s virgin-tight cunt. No hymen, but the young man can guess how she broke it as her jacks work to play with her own body in place of her hands. The flared base of his cock spreads her folds just that little bit wider as he bottoms out. Then he begins enjoying her for real, happily thrusting away at the tightest pussy he has ever had. Kyoka’s womanhood wraps around him, caresses and sucks his shaft in with a delicious grip. She feels so good he can scarcely believe the moment could be better, but looking up to see the punk girl eagerly licking Momo’s pussy, the rich girl’s beautiful curves shining with sweat. It renders all of his satisfaction beyond words to describe it.

They both enjoy her. Their new pet. Their new toy. Their new girlfriend. Using her from both ends. But neither of them expects what happens next. Neither expects that Kyoka wouldn’t be satisfied with just this.

“Oh my!” Momo gasps, her free hand covering her mouth.

“Well,” Saiki speaks in fake affront, looking down at what Kyoka’s jacks are doing. “It looks like this isn’t enough for her.” He tuts disappointedly, staring down at where Kyoka’s jacks have twirled together to plunge in and out of her asshole. He pulls out of her clutching cunt right as she is about to reach her peak.

“Wha...?” Kyoka whines, her hips shaking, begging silently for him to put it back in.

The blue-haired boy pulls her upright, spins her around and pulls her in, his cock pressing heavily against her abdomen. “Is our pet unsatisfied?”

“No, no!” the girl tries to deny, only to groan as she feels Momo take her jacks in hand and pull them out of her ass. “I–I!”

“Well, we’ll just need to try harder, won’t we?” he asks Momo over their pet’s shoulder. The buxom girl smiles back at him, knowing what he intends.

“What do you–? Oh!” Her question dies as her new boyfriend picks her up by her thighs and plunges her down on his cock. She smiles, feeling the difference in this new position, only to frown as he doesn’t do anything further. Then, her eyes go wide as she feels something thick and hard prodding her asshole. “M–Momo?” she asks, feeling a pair of shapely breasts pressed into her back.

“Saiki’s right. If you want more,” Momo tells her, the head of the strap-on she just made slipping inside her tightest hole, “We’ll have to give you more!”

“Oh, f-fuck! Fuck!” The good girl curses as she feels her orifices filled front and back at once. Her boyfriend fucking her pussy while her girlfriend drives a dildo into her ass. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She can’t keep her voice quiet as she gets bounced between them, the two cocks slamming into her in tandem, her nipples scraping against Saiki’s chest as she feels Momo’s heaving tits pressed into her back.

She cums. She cums hard as she realises her first time, her loss of virginity, is in a bisexual threesome getting double-penetrated. She’d like to hear Saiki calling her a good girl now!

“You’re such a good girl.”

Though not like that.

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” he taunts her even as he continues bouncing her against Momo’s body. “You kept pretending you didn’t want this but deep down you would’ve begged on your knees for us to fuck you like this, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes!” she groaned as she came again.

“You’ll be happy to be our little sex pet, won’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Get ready, Kyoka, we’re just getting started with you.”

“I can’t wait!”

“Fucking take it then!” Saiki demands, pulling her all the way down onto his cock, letting Momo slip out of her ass. The sensation of being full from both sides swiftly turns to a bloated sensation in her womb as Saiki pours his hot cum inside her. Filling her until it sprays from the seal around his cock.

He carries her, still impaled on his shaft, her mind a thousand miles away. Stopping by the bed, he lays her down. “Momo, your turn,” the young man announces, pointing at the foot of the bed.

Excitedly, the buxom heiress stands where he directs, Kyoka’s head once again resting between her legs. “Oh!” Like Kyoka before her, she finds herself bent over, her own face inches away from the petite girl’s leaky pussy. She watches as cum dribbles from out of the well-fucked pussy lips.

“Clean her up,” he orders her. She doesn’t instantly comply. There is a touch of hesitance, but as she feels that shaft that made Kyoka see stars prod at her own folds, she leans further and begins lapping at the salty fluids.

Kyoka stirs. Comes to full awareness just in time to see Saiki’s cock plunge into Momo’s thirsty snatch. Then, as he bottoms out inside, he pushes her down as if to feed more inside, pushing the sight closer to the satisfied girl’s face. She licks her lips as she feels the combined juices of her lovers drip onto her face. That’s more than enough to entice her into sliding her tongue along the connection between her lovers, tonguing Saiki’s cock and Momo’s pussy at once. All while Momo drinks the cum from her pussy.

It’s hard for the boy to believe that things have escalated this quickly but he can’t deny the evidence. Two beautiful girls enjoying each other and him in such depraved ways with barely any prompting from him once things got going. He doesn’t have time to consider his incredible fortune. This culmination of the great turnaround his life has taken. All he can think about is how soft Momo’s ass is as his hips slap against it, how round and shapely her tits are in his palms as he fondles them. Her smooth, arched back as she keeps herself low to drink his cum from another woman. All while that other woman fondles his balls while licking his cock. The world is a beautiful place. This moment is the greatest in his entire life and he can’t wait to make more like it.

Once again Saiki dumps his seed inside of a pleased and willing hole, Momo sighing happily at the feeling of hot cum splashing her pussy walls. And just like Momo had, Kyoka leans up to drink his cum from her the moment his cock slips out.

The cleanup isn’t as horrendous as it could have been. While the three teens are sweaty and tired by the end, the sexual fluids mostly ended up eagerly swallowed than left to stain the sheets. Kyoka’s arms are freed with both Saiki and Momo massaging the smaller girl who went through the most strenuous activity out of the three of them. Though the glowing smile on her face makes it clear she wouldn’t have wanted anything less. Before long, the three of them are in naked in bed together, finally ready to get a proper night’s rest before their early flight the next morning.