Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 23

“Well well!” Katsumi grins as she paces a circle around Saiki’s bed wearing a completely revealing outfit. Something Midnight had suggested when Katsumi had asked her for advice for this. Not so much clothing as a bunch of strategically placed straps secured by rings, framing her breasts, her ass, her pussy, but not hiding anything at all. The explosive girl can say what she wants about the skank hero but when it comes to kinky sex she knows her shit. “Well well well well well well well!”

“What the hell are you doing? You sound like an idiot.” Saiki can’t help but ask as he rattles the handcuffs ‘restraining’ him on the bed. They both know he could snap the damn things if he wants to, but... Well, the explosive girl won their latest wager. And as a result he agreed to belong to Katsumi for two hours. More than he ever suggested for her, but this is her first victory and somehow Saiki finds himself feeling generous.

“Shut up, dumbass!” she snaps at him, but a sudden epiphany comes over her as she corrects, “No.. Shut up, creeper.” She grins as she relishes the regained control she has in calling him by that little insulting nickname. “Yeah, you’re not ‘Saiki’ anymore,” she speaks his given name in an uncharacteristically high-pitched and girly voice as she moves back around to his side, looking down on him. “Now you’re just that pathetic creeper.” Her hand came down to wrap around his soft manhood. “A slave to his disgusting, worthless cock. Isn’t that right?” An unimpressed look isn’t exactly the response she’s angling for, her other hand grabbing him by the chin. “Isn’t that right, slave?”

Saiki makes himself many, many promises for the future as he breathes an impatient sigh through his nose. “Yes, mistress.”

“Not good enough! Tell me what you are!”

So many promises. To think he had been nice to her the last time he won. “I’m a... pathetic creeper. A slave to my,” his lips writhe, physically fighting the words she wants to hear, “disgusting, worthless cock.”

“That’s right you are!” She slaps him across the face, her other hand slowly jerking him to hardness. “Can’t believe I ever let you put this inside me. Look how eager it is. Like a whiny pet that jumps up at the first sign of attention, begging for a good stroke.” Her thumb pressed and rubbed his cockhead as if petting a dog. “Well? Does it feel good, slave? Be honest.”

He smirks. Well if she’s asking him to be honest. “It feels alright. Felt better buried in your ass while you clutched the bedsheets.”

“Tch!” She grits her teeth, her hand smoking.

In an instant Saiki’s smirk drops, his wrists pulling on the cuffs warningly. Silently telling her he’s willing to play along but there’s a limit to this game and she does not want to cross it.

“Hm,” she grunts, her hand coming off his cock to let it stand erect. Her leg rises, crosses over Saiki’s body to position herself kneeling over his abdomen. “You’d prefer to be in here?” she asks, positioning his cock to grind between her ass cheeks. “You want to fuck my ass again? Or,” she lifted her hips and lowered them again to put his cock between her thighs, grinding along her pussy lips. “Ah, maybe you’d rather be in here, huh? Use my pussy to get yourself off? Dump your filthy cum inside me again? Well? Is that what you want?” She feels his own hips thrust upwards in need. “Ah, with your words, slave.”

“Yes!” he answers, straining against himself to not just snap the cuffs and slam her down to stuff her cunt.

“Well tough shit,” she smirks down at him, lifting fully away from his twitching erection to stand above him, loom over him. “This time I’m in charge and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!” She takes one step, her other leg lowering to a knee to put her up next to his face. “And I’ve decided I’m going to put my slave’s smart mouth to better use.” She turns around, squatting down over Saiki’s face, burying his mouth and nose in her pussy and ass. “Maybe if he’s good, I’ll give him a nice treat. Well, slave? Get to licking.”

And to think, Saiki had thought Mirko’s dominance over him was humiliating. Still, he lost the bet this time. It’s only fair he be as good a sport about it as Katsumi was every time she lost. This is what he tells himself as he starts lapping at her folds. The blonde’s position as she sits on his face is a little awkward so he can’t do his best, but he can neither tell her that nor move her with his hands restrained.

Not that the explosive girl seems to care, taking as much enjoyment from his skilled and strong tongue as she does forcing him to pleasure her. “Yeah, that’s it,” she sighs, squeezing her tits as she humps his face, “Lick my pussy like the little bitch you are. This is where all your cocky bullshit got you. Under me while I ride your fucking face. You better be grateful I even let you taste this pussy,” she taunts him as she wraps one hand around his erection, “Let alone touch your useless cock.”

He can feel, can see as she leans forward, bringing her face closer to his manhood. He feels as she cups his balls as something is put on his cock. He can’t exactly see for himself what it is but it’s probably some stupid bondage gear or something. She’s still jerking him so he doesn’t really care. All he has to do is eat her out for about an hour and a half and her time’ll be up. If she even lasts that long. Actually, that’s a good thought he realises. If she gets tired out from cumming on his tongue she’ll stop, probably think of some other way to humiliate him. With that realisation he tries a little less hard, focuses on flicking his tongue at her lips, spending less time on her clit or diving deep into her pussy.

“Nh!” It’s minutes longer than it might have been for Katsumi to finally cum. “Nh! Mm! Ahh!” she squeals in increasingly desperate grunts. “That’s it slave! Make me cum! Make me cum you little bitch! Fuck! Fuuuuck!” she groans throatily as her pussy sprays Saiki with her juices, jerking his cock furiously, demanding he cum too.

But he doesn’t. He isn’t even particularly close. So he just keeps going, getting to work on bringing Katsumi to her second climax. It’s minutes into this that he feels the first stirrings in his balls.

“Oh?” Katsumi murmurs coyly. “Is the slave getting ready to cum?” she asks. He can hear the grin in her voice. “Does he want to cover his mistress’ hand in his filthy spunk?” Her hips raise, letting Saiki take the first breath of fresh air in a while. “Well, slave? Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” Sounds alright to him.

She slaps his cock. “Try again, slave.”

He grimaces. “Yes... mistress.”

“That’s better,” she settles back into place. “Get back to work.”

And once again Saiki’s nose is filled with the overpowering musk of her girlcum. Just a little more than an hour. He can handle that. A boring handjob, Katsumi talking shit and eating her pussy. Easy. His hips jerk as he feels his balls tighten, ready to do exactly as Katsumi had said and cover her hand in his cum. He grunts into her folds, feeling–

Pressure. A lot of pressure at the base of his cock that doesn’t go away. And no release. He doesn’t cum. He can’t cum. His next grunt that vibrates Katsumi’s pussy lips is one of deep discomfort.

The blonde bomber’s grin is vicious and victorious as she watches her little device at work. She’ll have to do something nice for Midnight after this. Like stop calling her the skank hero in her head. “What’s wrong, Saiki?” she coos with fake concern. “Performance problems?”

He can’t answer, just quietly seethe. What did that bitch do? Whether it’s a good thing or not, she rises off of his face again to let him see. A ring around the base of his cock, attached to what looks like a bag around his balls?

“Do you like it, slave? I got it just for you!” she lightly slaps his sticky face twice. “I’m in charge. That means you get to cum when I say so! That thing around your balls can tell when you’re about to cum, tightening the ring to stop your disgusting seed from shooting out. Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll take it off.”

“You fucking bitch,” he growls, only for her to drop her crotch on his face again. “Mmmph!”

“No,” she answers viciously, “You’re the bitch here today. Get back to licking, bitch.”

And suddenly the experience goes from mildly annoying for Saiki to actual torture. His body has adapted to many things over the years. That includes sexual things even if they’re mostly from the past few months. But being physically restrained from being able to cum? That’s a new one. A new and painful one. Probably worse for him than anyone else. His body thinks he reached completion but he hasn’t. So the cum factories that are his balls after his adaptation gained from Mirko are going right back to generating a new load of cum with urgency. After all, he just finished, didn’t he? And yet his cock is still being stimulated. That means he’s still going so they need to make more cum right now. It’s not just pressure. It’s swelling. His balls have to swell as they overfill with his semen. He curses Katsumi in his head. This is an adaptation he doesn’t need! He’ll make her suffer for this!

Another little while later he makes her cum again, her thighs shaking as she rides it out on his face again.

“Ah, that was refreshing,” she smiles with satisfaction, one leg folding over the other as she rolls off of Saiki. “You did a good job.”

“Katsumi, I swear to fucking gods, take this god damn thing off right now or I’ll–! Mmmmgh!” he tries to yell at her as she rolls her eyes and stuffs a ball into his mouth, wrapping and fastening straps around his head.

“So much for being a good boy,” she tuts, looking down her nose at his gagged, girlcum-caked face and his angry eyes. “I think you need to stay here and think about what you’ve done while I take a break and get a drink. You want anything? No? Drank enough of my pussy juice? Good.”

“Mmmmmgh!” he tries to yell after her. “Mmph-mm-mmph! Mm-mm-mm-mmmmph! MMMMPH!”

All he can do is lie there, feeling the great discomfort of his balls needing to empty themselves, the all-consuming pressure that can’t be relieved. His eyes stare at the clock. Less than an hour. He can do this. He won’t break! But when this is over he’ll make sure she’ll break!

She finally comes back with a cold bottle of water from a vending machine, shrugging off the clothes she had hastily thrown on over her kinky outfit. “Ahh, that’s good. You hanging in there, slave?” she asks, kneeling on the bed next to his crotch and giving his sack a little tap with her fingers. “Ooh, look how stiff they are. Must be so full. And this cock, so angry and red. You want to cum don’t you, slave?”

He isn’t just playing along anymore. There’s a hint of pleading in his eyes as he nods tightly.

He sees his own demise in her grin before she straddles him. “Tough.” And she sinks down to impale her pussy on his cock.

It’s the single most agonising feeling of ecstasy Saiki has ever experienced. The soft, undulating walls of her womanhood wrapping around his shaft like he had wanted at the start, before he knew the true hell of the torment Katsumi had in store for him. As good as it feels, he knows it will only end up making things worse for him.

The athletic blonde cackles to herself watching his reaction to her exquisite pussy sliding up and down his pole. “That’s right, Saiki. Until I’m done with you, you’re my meat dildo. I’m going to take what I want from you and give you nothing back. I’m gonna use you like my personal sex toy, same as you used me.”

If Saiki had the capacity to comprehend what she’s saying he might have reflected on his earliest actions with Katsumi. That maybe this is a little bit deserved. But he can’t. All he can do is feel the delicious agony and stare a hole through the clock, willing it to move faster. Watch the number of minutes increase so terribly slowly. Feel the fluttering of Katsumi’s pussy as she moans out from the climax she denies him. Minute. By minute. Feel the ring tighten as his body adapts to it with increased pressure attempting to force it open. Minute. By minute. The angry swelling of his balls as yet another orgasm is denied him.

Fifty-eight.

Fifty-nine.

BEEP.

Katsumi looks at her phone on the table as the alarm beeps. Her first instinct is to announce her disappointment that her time is up.

She doesn’t get the chance.

With the strength he had been restraining for the entirety of the two hours, Saiki pulls hard on the handcuffs binding his wrists to the bed. The chains of the cuffs break at the exact same time. Also at that time he bites down through the gag, tearing it in two between the straps. One half falls free, the other half he spits out.

As Katsumi looks into his eyes, she feels like perhaps she took things a little too far.

That’s as far as her thoughts go before she’s suddenly no longer the one on top. With a simple grab of her shoulder, a shifting of his weight and a powerful twist Saiki has her pinned down on the bed. “Unh–”

“Shut up,” he growls. Reaches behind him, grabs at the device on his nuts and tears it off. Snaps the ring around his cock, throws the whole thing away. “Every single time I should’ve cum,” he continues, folding her legs up next to her ears, “Every bit of that cum is now filling my balls to bursting. Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Don’t fucking answer that,” he tells her as she opens her mouth. “I’m gonna show you. I hope it’s a safe day because every bit of it is about to flood your fucking womb.”

“Oi, this was my win so–”

“Ask me, if I, care!” he shouts as he starts pounding her cunt with every bit of frustration she built in him. “You got to treat me like your toy for two damn hours. You got your prize.”

“Ffffuck!” she exclaims as she feels his hips slam into her thighs, slamming his cockhead against the entrance to her womb with every fierce thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God dammit, Saiki!”

“Take it you little cocktease whore!” he roars as he buries himself balls deep, his engorged sack slaps against her ass, his entire shaft throbs and pulses as it fires the excessive load down the barrel of his cannon.

“Gahhh-h-h-h!” Katsumi gurgles as she feels every burst of cum pulsing through his cock against her inner walls. As the syrupy goo blasts her womb with unheard of force against the back wall of her most sacred place. Her eyes roll back, her back arches, her hips go nowhere in Saiki’s strong grip. His cum fills her, then overfills her, then over-overfills her, then overflows her. His thick meat almost sealing her pussy watertight but not quite. Spurts of white dribble around the seal, the rest staying right where it is inside her, visibly bloating her slightly.

Saiki kneels there, panting. Much as he hated everything that led up to it, he has to admit it’s the most satisfying orgasm he has ever had. He takes a little bit to savour the moment.

Then gets right back to fucking this haughty bitch.

“The f-fuck, Saiki!” Katsumi complains shakily, still rocked by the completely unexpected climax Saiki’s explosive creampie pushed on her.

“I counted how many times your little toy stopped me from cumming,” he tells her, slamming her sloshing pussy. “You’re paying me back every single one.”

“Oh fuck!”

-(-)-

Izuku isn’t quite sure why she’s here.

No, that isn’t true. After her talk with All Might... She doesn’t know what she wants from a relationship yet. She doesn’t know what she should expect. How much risk is she willing to accept for her happiness? How much happiness is she willing to give up to avoid risk? How does she even quantify either parameter? She has no idea.

All she knows for certain is how she still feels even now. And that’s what brought her here to Saiki’s apartment building late in the evening, staring up at his window. She doesn’t know what she’s here to do yet, but she has to do something.

She walks up the stairs, hands in the pockets of her track pants, looking at the floor. She hears the sound of a door opening. Slowly she looks up to see a familiar face turning toward her.

Seeing Kacchan with a smile on her face, not even a vicious one, a natural smile is... weird. It doesn’t even fall from the blonde’s face as she sees Izuku.

“Deku,” is all she says as she pushes past, still smiling serenely. As she gets close, Izuku notices her skin has a shine of sweat and there’s a smell coming off of her that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

“Uh, h-hey Kacchan,” she answers, but the other girl just ignores her.

Weird.

Putting it out of her mind for the moment, she keeps walking, stopping at Saiki’s door and knocking politely.

Saiki doesn’t take more than a couple of seconds to answer, his face appearing behind the opening door with a self-satisfied smirk that– Oh, the smell. His smirk falls as she sees her. “Izuku. What are you doing here?” He closes the door partway behind him as he sees his ex-girlfriend covering her nose.

“I... I wanted to talk.”

“Oh.”

Yes. She can imagine this is probably a bad time now. It was one thing knowing he and Kacchan were doing things together but being confronted with it like this is probably the one thing that can shake her resolve. But, her resolve has only been strengthened over and over again over the past year or so. She hasn’t learned anything new. Just been confronted by something she already knew in a more visceral, pungent sense.

Saiki looks surprised that she hasn’t changed her mind even though she must know what had been happening in his apartment. “Uh, can you give me like a minute?”

“Sure, I’ll be in that park.” Much as she’s trying to not let it bother her, she doesn’t want to be consumed in this scent for longer than she has to be.

She heads back outside, down to the small park where almost two weeks ago she had given up on Saiki as a romantic interest. She would feel weak for going back to him so soon after if that were what she’s doing. The armour of indecision allows her a lot of flexibility on how to feel about her actions.

Saiki doesn’t take long to join her, stinking not of sex but of fairly strong deodorant. “H-hey.”

“Hey,” Izuku smiles softly. She isn’t sure there has ever been a time where he stutters and she doesn’t.

“So... What’s up?” he asks, trying not to look anxious and failing miserably.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Talked to some people. And I wanted to talk to you,” she answered vaguely. “What were you and Kacchan doing?”

He tries to control his expression and is no more successful. “I think you know.”

“I think I know too,” she agrees. “But I want you to tell me.”

He looks down, his loose blue hair hanging around his face. As he looks up again his expression declares disappointment. Not in her. Izuku can tell that much. “Do you want details or...?”

She sniffs out a laugh. “Sure, I guess.”

He visibly steels himself. “You know Katsumi and I compete. Exam results were our latest competition. She won so... She won a favour. What she wanted was two hours to do whatever she wanted to me, within reason. She had me eat her out while she put a thing on me so I couldn’t finish. Then after that–”

“Okay, that’s enough,” she waves him off continuing, her face flushed from mostly sympathetic embarrassment. If her goal in asking had been to see if he would really be honest with her no matter what, she got her answer. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. It isn’t really my business.”

“It’s fine,” he answers. “I promised I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Her smile comes back at his expense. “You could’ve just not told me.”

“... Yeah,” Saiki agrees, looking honestly confused by the realisation. “Yeah, I guess I could’ve. I just... Didn’t want to. I mean... I did want to, if you wanted to know that badly. I don’t know. I’m... Weird about you I guess. Sorry.”

Izuku shook her head, taking in the awkward apology but not commenting on it. Instead she returns to the why of her being here. “You said you never lied to me. I believe you.” She hesitates before admitting, “I can’t say the same. I can’t even tell you the things I lied to you about. They’re too important. I need... People I can have complete trust in no matter what.”

“And that’s not me,” Saiki concludes.

“I’m All Might’s apprentice,” she tells him suddenly, his eyes snapping to hers at the revelation. “A little over a year ago I met him by luck. Some stuff happened that resulted in that slime villain attack. Do you remember it?” Her answer is a shaking head. It makes sense. Saiki doesn’t follow hero news as closely as she does. “Kacchan got caught by the villain and I tried to save her. I couldn’t do much. But then All Might came in to beat the villain in one punch. All the heroes on the scene yelled at me for rushing in like that but All Might found me later and praised me for it. Said all the other pros were hanging back but I rushed in to save someone in danger. He said that’s what makes a real hero. From that day on, he trained me personally. Strength training, endurance training, how to master my quirk. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I’d have gotten this far.”

Even now she’s lying to him. If it weren’t for All Might, she knows she wouldn’t have gotten this far.

She watches the boy as he tries to come to terms with what he just heard, opens his mouth to speak multiple times. She just waits for whatever he’ll say. “Why are you telling me this?” he finally settles on.

“Because... I think you’re someone I could trust,” she answers. “There’s still a lot I’m not telling you. A lot I can’t tell you. But I hope maybe one day you can be someone I can trust with everything.”

“Everything?” he echoes, the hope clear in his voice and in his eyes.

She winces. She hadn’t meant it like that... Or maybe she had. Even now she doesn’t know. “I... I don’t think I could ever trust you to be in a normal relationship,” she half-answers. “You are who you are. And I don’t know if I could accept you doing... Well, what you did with Kacchan tonight. But I don’t know if I can’t either. I haven’t tried. So... Maybe I’ll try, I don’t know.” What is she even saying?

“I get it,” Saiki actively speaks for the first time in the whole conversation. “I mean I think I get it... No, I guess I don’t get it at all,” he changes his response twice in rapid succession. “But... If you need someone you can trust, I’d be happy to be that one day,” he tells her with certainty. “It’s weird, you matter more to me than I thought anyone would. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what to do with that. But if you need someone to be there, I’ll be there.”

She smiles up at him in thanks. He really is a strange guy. Maybe the strangest part being that despite him being a terrible womaniser, just how few people she’d rather have in her corner than him.