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The Abyss (chapter 15)
🕑 Added 2024-11-10 21:11:26 +0000 UTCSipping on some vaguely pumpkin-y drink, Nobuto surveyed the underground amusement park he’d created under the dorms over the past few days. Even with the upwards of one-hundred U.A. students crowding it, there was room for maybe five times that number.
Maybe he had overdone it.
He shrugged his shoulders after a moment. It had been practice as much as doing Nejire a favor, and he had vastly improved the distance he could cover with Overhaul.
Unfortunately, he was beginning to notice one of those pitfalls Chisaki had mentioned to him. Overuse of the Quirk led to him feeling lightheaded, and he had made the mistake of trying to alleviate the symptoms with his own Quirk. When he had felt something tearing in his head, he decided it was the last time he would be trying something like that.
He looked down at a gloved hand, the material flexing as he made a fist. Maybe he hadn’t just been overusing Overhaul. After what happened at the hospital, he had to make sure.
His eyes were drawn to Nejire zipping around on a broom, an oversized witch’s hat seated on her head as Yuyu was clinging to her for dear life. The yellow spirals propelling them over everyone’s heads made for a pretty sight, he could admit.
Enkh-Altan also wasn’t hard to miss, with easily the laziest costume there, if going bare-chested show off more of the dinosaur even counted as a costume. Amano was seated in his lap like a throne, a crown seated on her purple curls and an imperious look on her face. Her eye twitched as Nejire’s spirals sent her curls aflutter.
She was still slightly sore about being overruled, it seemed.
The bluenette eventually landed beside him, catching a very woozy Yuyu before she fell. “This is great, Nobuto. We got half the school to join in!”
“I think some of them are looking at it like the School Festival before the School Festival,” he commented.
She beamed up at him. “I’m really curious about what 1-A and 1-B have prepared for us. They’ve refused to tell me about it,” she complained. “Remember the show we put on for our first year?”
He snorted. “It’s hard to forget. For some still unfathomable reason, you all decided that the village boy should play the lead. I still wasn’t sure I knew what I was doing even on the day of.”
That he knocked it out of the proverbial park anyway was beside the point.
A little mischief gleamed in Nejire’s eyes. “It’s been long enough. Midnight bribed us to vote for you.”
Huh. In retrospect, that made a lot of sense. “I will remember this betrayal,” he warned her.
Yuyu jumped in then. “I regret it if that makes you feel any better. Your head’s only grown bigger since.”
“It doesn’t,” he snarked.
“You can punish me for it later, Nobuto~” Nejire proceeded to tug at the outrageous collar of his costume playfully. “I’m surprised you put this on. I thought you hated the Hero Costume that Midnight picked out for you.”
He eyed Yuyu walking off annoyed. “If I’m ever going to look like a vampire pimp, it might as well be on Halloween.”
Nejire looked him over curiously, at least until she noticed Yuyu’s absence. “Yuyu! Yuyu, come back here!” He watched the bluenette scamper after her.
Nobuto turned his eyes back on the party at large.
He couldn’t see Amajiki, but the hermit had probably holed himself inside one of the many, many rooms. Mirio was talking with two of his classmates from 2-B, having donned a sailor’s uniform.
A good chunk of 1-A and 1-B were also littered across his masterpiece. Even Explosion Boy had shown up, dressed like a barbarian king as he grumbled to Spiky Red about something.
Mina had stood out the most, and not only because he was biased, which he was.
The jet black chitin that covered her actually played nicely with her pink skin and hair, and even if she hadn’t winked at him earlier when she had come in, he couldn’t miss the nod to those old sci-fi movies. Hagakure was skipping around her wrapped in bandages, which he thought was a missed opportunity. A ghost was the obvious pick, but maybe she was still traumatized after what happened in the forest.
He also caught Froppy and Uravity slipping away, another witch and… hm, a succubus? Nejire was turning out to be a very bad influence on them if that was the costume the bubbly brunette went with.
His eyes finally landed on Rocker Girl and Momo, dressed as different shades of vampire. Rocker Girl, true to his nickname for her, had a more modern take on vampires, while Momo was more traditional about it with a massive blood red cloak covering her and a high collar not unlike his own.
She had also let her hair down, which was a plus in his books.
Inspired, he made their way to them, past a certain stalk of broccoli and Minigenium, throwing an arm around both of the girls and giving them a scare. “If it isn’t my vampire brides.”
Rocker Girl went as red as a tomato, or maybe as red as her partner-in-crime’s cloak, while Momo took it with more aplomb. He could almost see the gears in her head turning as they both turned to face him.
“You know, Momo,” he continued, “I’m wondering if I should feel hurt for you not visiting after that night. With how you looked after—”
He couldn’t keep speaking since Momo had put her hands over his mouth in a panic. She kept glancing at Rocker Girl, who was looking at anywhere but the both of them.
Nobuto lowered Momo’s hands. “She already knows. Don’t you?”
With how quickly she made herself scarce, that was answer enough. Momo frowned cutely, her arms crossing under her cloak and showing some skin unintentionally. Surely she wasn’t just walking around naked under it?
“Jiro knew all this time?” she asked.
“All the girls in your class, to be exact. Though can you blame them for snooping, Momo?” He could see she didn’t have an argument to that that wasn’t hypocritical.
“I did want to visit you,” Momo said quietly, “but then I heard about what happened, and I thought you would be busy…”
“You’re not wrong,” he admitted. “They’ve been running me ragged.”
The rich girl tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth as she thought. “What is it like? Having two Quirks? Your Quirk is a part of you that is unique, many people say. But now you have a villain’s Quirk. Doesn’t that bother you?”
He tried not to sigh. He knew she didn’t mean anything by it. “I don’t like to think of it that way. If I can save even a single life with it, then it’s not a villain’s Quirk. It shouldn’t be judged just by the ugly things its previous owner made it do.”
Removing one of his white gloves and snatching something off a nearby desk, he turned it into a beautiful red rose, not malformed or disfigured in the least. It was the fruit of his hard work.
She blushed when he offered it to her, taking it and putting it to her nose. “It smells real,” she said with some surprise.
“Because it’s the real thing.” He plucked a petal, placing it in her hair.
Momo stared at him seriously, and then behind him, but before he could take a look at who it was she was looking at, she had already taken his hands and pulled him after her into the same corridor that two of her classmates disappeared into earlier.
They hadn’t gone far when he heard footsteps behind them. “Yaomomo!”
Mina caught up to them quickly, even if that was mostly because Momo had went as still as a statue.
“And just where are you two going?” The pinkette leaned in to take in the blush on Momo’s cheeks. Doesn’t she know that vampires didn’t blush? “Up to something naughty, are you?”
“N-No! I just wanted to ask a few questions…”
“Mina here definitely knows,” he helpfully commented.
Her black-and-gold eyes caught his for a moment, her train of thought interrupted by that simple admission. “Wait, you knew that we knew!?”
He lazily adjusted his sunglasses. “None of you did a very good job hiding it.”
“It wasn’t my idea!” Mina tried to defend, crossing her arms. “Toru had said something, and then maybe we convinced Kyoka, and… well, you had some nerve doing something like that in our dorms anyway!”
While he could put the blame on Nejire, he had something better in mind. “Hmm, you’re not jealous, are you?”
He expected it to at least fluster her, but instead she grinned and got closer, her eyes drawn to how much of his muscles his costume showed. “Maybe I am.” His Quirk could still tell she was nervous despite the bravado. “Especially after I confided in Yaomomo about you being a hunk.”
Momo’s jealousy flared when the pinkette suddenly threw her arms around his shoulders, some of her pointy bits digging into his skin. It wasn’t enough to complain, and it left her balancing on her tiptoes.
“If you can share him with that Nejire Chan, you can share him with your best friend, can’t you?”
“Don’t I have a say in this at all?” he asked her.
Mina just rubbed her cheek against his bare chest. “Something tells me you wouldn’t mind.”
Her classmate, he noticed, still stood there watching jealousy, but there was something else as well. Competitive spirit, maybe? It was hard to make out. Either way, he was tempted to just drag them both into a room and have his wicked way with them. He’d grown something of an appetite for sex these past few months, enough that it was beginning to look more like a coping mechanism than anything else.
But then that was true for many Pro Heroes. All the stress takes its toll.
“We’ll see.” He enjoyed both their surprise when he proceeded to do just that, leaving Momo trying to right her oversized cloak afterward and showing even more skin. “Though there’s the problem of who goes first…”
Even Mina’s bravado wavered slightly at the heat in his words.
“Still, nothing we can’t solve with an impromptu competition,” he continued.
Mina squeaked when he tore some of the black chitin off her slender frame, turning them into two tubes of lipstick, one black and one red.
“Lipstick?” Momo asked. He supposed he hadn’t given them that much to go on.
“Have to measure your progress somehow. You’ll see what I mean soon.”
Mina was the first to take the lipstick from his hand, staring at him as she applied a deep shade of black to her lips, and seeing her spurred Momo into action as well.
It was a pretty sight, and it already had something of his straining against his pants.
Tugging both of them closer, he placed their hands on the source of the problem, drinking in every expression, from embarrassment to lust to even a bit of confusion on Momo’s part as she tentatively explored. He didn’t give her the chance to think about it, giving their shoulders a push down.
Momo reacted from experience, and Mina followed her example, both of them staring up at him and puffing up his ego. “You’ll need to take it out first,” he commented.
They worked as a team to his surprise, one tugging down the zipper and the other picking at the button. He wondered if it would last.
“Big,” Mina mumbled, staring at the thing she was soon hefting in her hands with some effort.
Moma’s expression only grew more confused. “It wasn’t—”
“The game is simple,” he interrupted. “Whoever can get all the way down first, well, wins.” He eyed the doubtful looks on their faces. “Or whoever gets the lowest in whatever time I decide. Try not to smudge the lipstick up too much either,” he teased.
He almost thought one of them would lose their nerve when Mina’s bravado flared again, pushing Momo aside slightly and using her thumbs to hold the thing steady. The action caused Momo’s own competitive spirit to flare, and it was a done deal as soon as she slipped her fake vampire fangs out of her mouth.
One of his hands tangled into pink curls and the other into silky black hair as Mina opened her mouth wide to accommodate him, taking his advice into mind as she avoided smudging her lipstick until he was poking at her throat.
She quickly gagged, and he watched her exotic eyes spill a tear or two, though surprisingly she didn’t stop until she forced down a little more, sealing his lips around it and retreating. For her first try, where she managed to place the ring of black lipstick was certainly impressive.
“Beat that, Yaomomo.”
The rich girl shoved Mina back, holding it up delicately, and she gagged just the same after a point. Though unlike her classmate, she couldn’t get past her gag reflex, and the sloppy ring of red she made come short of the black.
She stared at it in frustration as Mina gave it another go, going even deeper this time.
“There’s no rush,” he husked. “You all know that fable about the tortoise and the hare.”
He didn’t know how much good his words did seeing as Momo proceeded to practically force herself past her gag reflex, using his legs to pull herself in and beat both of Mina’s records. The smug smile on her lips after belied the tears that had trailed down her pale cheeks.
Nobuto watched them continue, enjoying every try. It’s not like it mattered to him who won.
The problem, as it were, was that he could only hold himself back for so long when he had two girls doing something like that. They had lost all sense of shame, and when Mina seemed to have trouble retreating after going too far, her nails digging into his thighs, he had enough.
He pulled her off of him with a messy pop, and they both dutifully waited as he painted their teary faces.
They looked so much more beautiful this way, he thought.
Mina wiped some of the goop off her cheek with a finger, staring at it. “Yucky.” He pouted at her, but she ignored him to eye the black-and-red monster still hanging between his legs. “That mean I win?”
He eyed the black almost near the base. “I guess it does.”
Momo glared at her, not even caring that she was looking like a glazed pastry.
“Well, I don’t think it’s y-yucky.” He stared as she started making herself presentable again by scarfing it down as Mina also watched with some surprise. Not wanting to be outdone, she did the same, both of them making some very funny faces.
He played with both their hair, deeply satisfied. “Why don’t you girls kiss to make up, make sure there’s no sore feelings.”
He blamed Nejire for getting him into that.
“Don’t need to do that to show we’re not sore losers,” Mina argued. “Right, Yaomomo.”
He tried not to be too grumpy when the rich girl nodded. Neither of them were into girls, it seemed.
He touched his hand to the ground instead, tearing up some of it to turn into an oversized futon, which Mina immediately plopped down on, staring up at him expectantly.
Nobuto ignored her to her chagrin, wanting to poke at another mystery instead.
Momo made a funny sound as he opened her cloak, finally seeing what lay beneath it. “Really, Momo? Running around naked?” He supposed she had pasties covering her nipples, but that was about it.
“I planned to surprise you,” she admitted bashfully.
So, she was planning to approach him regardless, hm? “Well, consider me surprised.” Though now he felt almost bad making her play such a silly game. “Maybe that deserves a reward anyway,” he husked.
Momo made a funny squeak as his hand traveled down her belly, tangling in her black bush playfully. Finally, he reached her pussy, and with how wet she was, maybe he shouldn’t feel too guilty.
Momo groaned as he pushed his fingers inside, and he didn’t tease her, he just started pistoning them in and out as her eyes went wide. It didn’t take him long to bring her to completion with how close she already was, leaving her legs wobbly as she tugged on his shirt to hold herself upright, her breaths heavy.
It was adorable.
“Hey! Don’t forget about the winner!” Mina complained.
He helped Momo to the futon, whispering in her ear. She still managed to blush as she handed him a few rubbers. He flicked one at the pinkette, drawing a sudden blush from her as well. “I haven’t forgotten,” he commented.
His hands found her black leggings and tore them at the seams. She gave him a nervous smile as he tugged her panties down to her ankles, white with pink hearts all over. It was very her.
Compared to Momo’s softness, Mina was very sporty. It was going to be a very tight fit, he knew. Nejire had only ‘conquered’ it herself after her third time trying.
Spreading her legs, he did the same to the top half of her costume, baring her breasts. Even if Momo had her beat outright, they still had their charm. He told her as much as she rubbed her pink legs along his.
Mina bit her lip as she looked down to see the length of him, her very pink pubic hair tickling him as the tip reached past it to her belly. His Quirk told him she wasn’t likely to ask him to stop.
“Ready?” he still asked.
Some mischief entered her eyes again as she tugged his sunglasses off. “Ooo, blue? I guess that makes sense with Midnight, even if yours are darker.”
His Quirk stirred, but he had practice in bringing it to heel at this point. Though maybe that was his hubris speaking.
“Have at it,” Mina continued. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage for weeks anyway.”
He waited and watched as she pulled a rubber out of the wrapper and slipped it on him with only a little trouble. He had made sure to tell Momo to make them roomy. And speaking of the rich girl, she was watching them as she laid on her side.
Most of the jealousy he felt earlier had left her, and she was more curious than anything.
Turning back to Mina, he pushed up against her pretty pinky pussy. The pinkette immediately tensed up, holding his muscled arms for support. “Biiiiig,” she groaned as he pushed again.
After a few more tries, he had finally slipped inside. He wasn’t surprised at how her pussy tried to choke the life out of it, but he was surprised at just how wet she was. It helped when he went to claim even more of her insides for himself, though there was no physical sign of her virginity.
She grinned up at him. “Lost it even before I started playing with toys. I would have played with some bigger things if I’d known,” she huffed out.
“Mmm, I don’t know,” he said as he pushed again. “I think I like it this way better.”
It was an even tighter fit than he expected, but he was beginning to suspect her Quirk was helping him, considering the very sloppy sounds as he plugged away at her. He might even kiss her womb at this rate, but watching her slowly lose her mind wasn’t making it easy on his own Quirk.
After a few more strokes into her core, he acted.
Maneuvering her to face Momo, he got in behind her and kept going, holding her tightly as she furiously played with her button, not needing him to show her how. And maybe it was mean of him, but the thought of Momo seeing all the stupid faces her classmate made amused him.
By the time he did kiss her womb, he had already drawn her to her peak a few times, and this time was the loudest and least coherent.
“OOOOOOOOOOooooooooghhh—”
The room had already stunk of sex when he had finally filled the rubber, biting her neck like a vampire might. Her sweat burned his tongue slightly, but he didn’t care too much. It was something unique to her.
They were both left panting after, and Mina was holding his arm to her breasts in a death grip.
He chuckled when she started snoring softly after a few minutes, allowing him freedom. Momo seemed a little sleepy herself, but she still smiled at him invitingly, and who was he to refuse?
He had reached her and was just about to slide on another rubber when she stopped him. “You don’t need to. That was another surprise,” she said with some embarrassment.
“You’ve given this some thought,” he teased.
Instead of answering him, she pulled him on top of her, and he took advantage to pull the pasties hiding her nipples. Which, considering how her nipples already did a good job hiding themselves, seemed redundant, but who was he to judge?
Either way, he had an idea. “I want you on your belly this time, Yaomomo.” Using the same nickname her classmates did had her embarrassed again, but she did as he asked after untying her cloak. Her pale skin contrasted nicely against the red color of it.
Giving her doughy ass a swat, he was soon pressing her flush against the futon as he pushed inside her pussy.
It was much tougher than it was even taking her virginity, but she took it without much complaining anyway, just trying to pull the futon apart with her hands as she scrunched her face up cutely. Maybe that was why he’d done it. He always loved the faces a girl made, and it was easier to draw them out with some more heft down there, even if he still felt silly for having done it sometimes.
Still, this was no time to be introspective! He had work to do.
“Ahh… aghh… ughhhh…” Momo sounded off as he had his fun, the feel of it much different than with a rubber.
He had seen how some of the boys in her class looked at her, especially the walking grape, and here she was, huffing and puffing and squirming under him, and right after fucking her imp of a classmate. It really was fun to just indulge sometimes.
The face she was making when he kissed her womb as well, her pussy stretched wide around him, her teeth grit tightly, it was something he could burn into his memory.
Though maybe he should have given her some real fangs to replace the fake…
Continuing to move, he kept giving her hickeys as the song of flesh against flesh rang loud and clear, the feel of her beneath him as soft as a cloud. It made it all that much better.
The rich girl also had the angriest orgasms, her brows furrowing deeply each time.
Taking her black hair in a ponytail, he went harder, intent on painting her insides white. Maybe he even imagined impregnating her.
“AHhhgg… UGHhhhh… Ughhhhhooo… OOOOOOGH…”
And as she came around him for the umpteenth time, her thighs squeezing together tightly, he emptied his balls for a third time as deep inside her as he could go. Fuck.
He softly groaned in her ear as he came to, finding her too comfortable to climb off of again. “How does it feel like this?”
“So warmmm~”
Heh. He let her be, planting soft kisses along her neck and shoulders until she slipped into dreams as well. Only then did he pull out of her with a sigh, watching the two younger girls for a moment.
It was already a deeply satisfying picture, but he could make it better, he thought.
Nudging them together gently, he made sure to cover them as well. Adorable!
After making himself presentable again, he left the room, though not before placing a lock into the doorknob. They would be able to unlock it from the other side whenever they woke up.
He was about to return to the party when he heard a funny sound from another room.
Not being able to help his curiosity, he swept over and quietly pushed the door open, already projecting his Quirk. The sight inside… so that’s where they had gone. He would be lying if he said he expected it, even if it made some sense in retrospect.
It was Nejire’s two protégés fooling around.
Uravity was balanced preciously on her back, holding her stocking-clad legs. One of her bat wings was lying a bit aways, and her skirt was around her belly. But that wasn’t what had him raising his eyes behind his sunglasses.
That would be Froppy… or her tongue. Her classmate’s stockings had been torn open, revealing her creamy skin. Except instead of her pussy, the froggy girl’s long and slimy tongue was slithering in and out of somewhere else entirely.
He didn’t blame the bubbly brunette for the funny sounds she was making.
Quietly closing the door, he chalked it up to Nejire’s bad influence. Because what else could it be?
He placed a lock for them as well. It was the polite thing to do after intruding on their privacy.
Now he had two stories to tell her…
