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The Abyss (chapter 8)
🕑 Added 2024-10-01 19:04:15 +0000 UTCBent over the screen plastered with articles about the rise of the Shie Hassaikai across a dozen tabs, Nobuto felt like things were finally beginning to make some sense, maybe. It had been something Mirio had mentioned to him earlier, but it had since taken on a life of its own.
It wasn’t like he had anything else to do anyway, seeing as the Safety Commission decided to place not one but two strikes on his Provisional Hero License, leaving him painfully limited in what he was allowed to do. Had the ‘commercial segment’ not done as well as it did, something told him they might have just handed him a suspension and been done with it. They were wonderfully ‘results-oriented’ that way.
He eventually leaned back with a sigh, taking a sip of the tea that had long since cooled.
Nothing else had been pinned to him at least, not the fate of the Nomu or Muscular, and not the hard drive he had stolen away with either.
The new term had started a few days back now, and his room at the dorms was almost a carbon copy of his apartment, simple, functional, and that’s about it. Anything more than that was just liable to excite his Quirk unnecessarily.
Taking another sip, the ginger still tickled his tongue nicely despite the tea being cold.
Turning his eyes back to the screen, he hummed. As far as he could tell, Overhaul, or Kai Chisaki, had been an orphan that had been taken in by the former boss of the Shie Hassaikai, presumably because he had seen the potential of his Quirk. Nobuto didn’t know the full details, only what he had dug up with Manami’s help, but he knew it allowed him to take apart and put back together anything he could touch with his hands.
Chisaki had then proceeded to return the favor by naming himself Overhaul and transforming the Shie Hassaikai into something much more mercenary, doing away with all the old Yakuza traditions. What’s happened recently had only emboldened them.
They weren’t the only group to have grown bolder either. All Might’s retirement had led to a sharp increase in crime even outside Japan, and it had only been a few short weeks.
He tapped a beat on his desk with a nervous energy, thinking and rethinking his plan for the umpteenth time. If he was successful, he would have his answer to encryption on the hard drive, and consequently something he could use as leverage against the Safety Commission. But it was fraught with risks. A thousand things could go wrong, and—
“Nobuto~” Nejire singsonged behind him.
Now there was the problem of the dorms. At least before she had to at least leave her house to barge in on him, now all she had to do was walk up a flight of stairs.
“You’ve been brooding in here for a few hours now,” she commented as she stopped in front of him.
“I haven’t been brooding. I’ve been investigating.”
She turned her eyes to the screen. “It’s been getting worse out there,” she admitted. “I can tell it’s been bothering Ryukyu.”
Her very blue eyes were back on him, something mischievous there as she leaned in.
“You know, she just shut down when I asked about how it was like kissing you,” she continued. “It was so cute.”
“You shouldn’t harass your boss, Nejire.”
“I was curious and wanted to compare.” She made herself comfortable on his lap, her polka-dotted skirt poofing out as something else on his desk seemed to catch her eye. “Ooo, is that Mirko?”
She held up the photograph of the Pro topless and making a peace sign, a very shameless smile on her lips. She had even autographed it before dropping it into his hands later that night.
“Did you do more than just kiss her, Nobuto?”
He hadn’t. Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t thought about it. “She probably meant it as a souvenir.”
Nejire giggled at that. “How many Pro Heroes do you think go around handing out compromising pictures to their fans, hm?” She proceeded to grind herself in his lap, her hair hiding her face from him. “I think the rabbit wanted you to give her a carrot.”
He gave her long hair a playful tug. “I’ll be sure to ask her next time.”
“She would be a handful, I think. You’d have to grab her by her ears.”
Turning around still in his lap, she stared down into his eyes. It was dark enough in his room for his Quirk to only shift in its slumber.
“Let’s visit 1-A,” she continued. “I didn’t get the chance to speak to that Yaoyorozu girl properly since Mirio decided to pick a fight with all of them.”
Some of them needed the attitude adjustment, he thought. It was just a shame he’d missed it. “I don’t imagine that’s left them in the best mood, Nejire.”
“We’ll just have to turn their frowns upside down then! And besides, it’s been a few days.” Hopping off his lap, she didn’t give him much of a choice seeing as she practically dragged him after her.
Once inside, it didn’t take them long to gather a crowd in the spacious common room, having left their shoes by the entrance. Predictably, Nejire was only so happy for him to take the lead now that they were here.
He scratched the tip of his nose as he looked them over. “I wanted to congratulate all of you on earning your Provisional Hero Licenses. I believe it was almost all of your class. That’s no easy—”
“Nah, man. We never apologized for dragging you into our mess a few weeks ago,” Kirishima exclaimed. “We heard you got in trouble for it.”
“It was my choice to,” he replied, waving it off. He didn’t see Explosion Boy around, but he did see Tokoyami looking guilty. There were a few others of their class missing as well. “It’s best not to dwell, I’ve learned. You’re all stronger for what happened.”
“That’s easy for you to say!” Grape Head cried. “We never got to kiss—”
He watched as Mina quickly gagged the twerp, who now sat there seething with envy. Though Nobuto also picked up a similar cocktail of emotions elsewhere, even if Yaoyorozu hid it well besides a bit of red on her cheeks as she avoided his eyes.
“I heard Mirio gave you a tough time also,” Nobuto continued. “He has the tendency to think a few hours after he acts, but it comes from a good place.”
“We underestimated that monster,” one of them complained with his messy black-and-gold hair. Denki Kaminari, if he remembered correctly. “He ruthlessly targeted us, picking us off one-by-one…”
Rocker Girl and a few of the others nodded empathetically.
He tried not to laugh at their traumatic experience. It wouldn’t be very heroic of him.
He also wondered if he should say something about their former classmate, but by that point Nejire went over to the girls then with her hair bouncing, gathering them up. “You wouldn’t mind showing me your rooms, hm? I have to see if they line up with how I’m picturing them!”
A few of them hesitated at her exuberance, Yaoyorozu especially, but Mina matched her energy. They all left the room shortly thereafter.
“Better them than us again,” one of the boys commented, the rest nodding in agreement. Except Grape Head, who tried protesting through his gag until Kaminari helped him.
He proceeded to prostrate himself in front of Nobuto. “Tell us how you did it,” he begged. “All of them… you got all of them to let you do it… and Mirko even let you…” He gave the thin air in front of him a squeeze with both his hands as sweat dripped down his brow.
“I owed my sister a favor,” he answered with a queer look at him.
“You owed her a favor?” Kaminari complained.
Maybe he was having too much fun with this and with what his Quirk was picking up from most of them now. “You see actors and actresses sharing a kiss all the time. It’s nothing special.”
Grape Head furiously disagreed. “Not Mirko and Ryukyu! I’ve watched everything they’ve ever been in!” He openly wept now.
Nobuto hadn’t known that, but then he also had more important things to occupy his time.
“The studio had actually asked about a small miniseries about the Court of Heroes,” he commented. “I told them I’d think about it.”
They looked at him dumbfounded, and Grape Head even stopped weeping.
He laughed suddenly. “I’m joking,” he finally admitted. “I already agreed.”
Nemuri had been surprised, but he wasn’t going to turn down a paycheck like that once he saw it. That there were other benefits involved didn’t hurt.
“Lucky bastard,” Kaminari complained. There were more nodding heads at that.
Grape Head meanwhile was muttering to himself, something about Hero Work-Studies.
“You have any board games?” he asked them. Nejire wouldn’t be happy with him if he left without her.
Shoji pulled out a few, using his many arms to set everything up. He was handily winning when he spotted Nejire poking her head back into the common room, beckoning him to join her.
He excused himself before he followed after her, finding himself quickly spirited inside one of the rooms. A bed fit for a giant dominated the good chunk of the room, more expensive than everything in his room combined. Not that he needed that to tell him whose room it was, seeing as Yaoyorozu was staring at him in her pajamas, her cheeks terribly red as Nejire stood behind her.
“Momo here has a confession to make, Nobuto.”
He raised a brow at her, something that only had her tugging at her black locks nervously. She was even prettier with her hair down as it was now.
“I n-never actually said sorry for my actions. Everything that happened—”
Nejire sighed. “Not that, Momo! What did we talk about?”
The rich girl almost looked like the world’s most expensive strawberry now. “I… uhm… we were talking about… something, and you came up…”
Nobuto was wondering whether to spare her when Nejire, being a few inches shorter, stood up on her tiptoes to whisper something, causing the girl to stand straighter.
“I had let it slip that I sought you out to apologize for my actions earlier,” she finally got out.
“I am assuming something had waylaid you? Or someone?”
She pulled even harder on her locks as Nejire just smiled blindingly behind her, her hands slowly sliding down the younger girl’s shoulders. “Y-You could say that. I found you… preoccupied.”
“Which is to say she found you fucking me into a puddle of bliss after Enkh-Altan pointed our rooms out,” Nejire helpfully added, making Yaoyorozu try and burn a hole into the floor with her eyes.
“I tried to leave right away, but I couldn’t. I only left when you had… uhm, found release.” She bowed her head, her dark hair hanging.
“Isn’t she just the cutest thing, Nobuto? I don’t think she’s a bad girl though. Just misguided.”
“Misguided?” he asked.
“That’s right. Momo got so very jealous about it all, so I had to set her straight.” Nejire pulled back Yaoyorozu’s hair, showing she was still still trying to beat a tomato. “I know just how to make us even, too.” Nejire’s hands hefted the girl’s pajama-clad breasts, almost showing them off to him. “I’ll just have to watch you do the same to her.”
“W-What?” the girl in question squeaked.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to,” Nejire scolded her. “Nobuto can probably tell with his Quirk that you want to, so you look even more foolish denying it, you know.”
He stepped in before she short-circuited, tugging her out of Nejire’s hands. “While maybe too blunt, she isn’t wrong, Momo.” With her so close to him now, he could feel how quickly her heart was beating. “Relax. I’m not going to take your first time unless you use your words.”
He could practically see the gears in her head begin to turn again after a pause. “I w-want you to,” she admitted, her voice as determined as she could make it.
“Hmm…”
She eep’d as he lowered a hand down her back until he touched something wonderfully soft. He supposed he had her Quirk to thank for that. He did feel some firmness as well as he kneaded a cheek through her cotton pajamas, and she just let him, her lips parted.
Taking off his sunglasses, he held his Quirk on a tight leash as he let her take him in. It was much more intimate that way. He stopped her when she tried to lean in, however.
“Ah, ah,” he teased. “Not yet.”
It would be much more funny if another part of him was the one to take her first kiss, he thought. Just the thought had him at attention.
He pushed down on her shoulders gently until she got the hint, squatting down in a way he could tell wasn’t familiar to her.
Which, of course, only made it better.
“Why don’t you help her get familiar, Nejire.” It wasn’t even something he had to ask himself. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have two pretty girls pleasing him that way.
He could also tell Momo wasn’t the most comfortable with the idea, but Nejire must have made a good impression as she made some room for her anyway.
Nejire wasn’t anywhere near as shy either, taking Momo’s hand and placing it on the outline in his pants. “Don’t be shy. You already told him you wanted to.” Momo still held him gingerly against his thigh as the sound of a zipper being tugged down resounded.
He felt a slight squeeze or two as the rich girl explored her first cock, even if it was through the fabric.
“Pull it out into the open now,” Nejire told her.
With some maneuvering, Momo had him hanging proudly in the air, surrounded by two attractive faces. He was sure then that he wanted to paint them white.
“Give it a kiss,” he husked. “Right on the head.” He saw Nejire giving him a funny look after. At least until Momo leaning forward proved a distraction, the younger girl’s lips soft as she pressed them to his cock.
She retreated after a moment, taking a strand of his precum with her with some embarrassment.
He watched as she tried to do away with it, but it just stuck to her hand as well, stretching as she just grew more flustered. It was one way to end her first kiss, certainly.
“Try using your tongue,” he suggested.
After staring at it some more, she nodded seriously as if he had imparted some wisdom on her, leaning in and sticking her pink tongue out, drawing a shiver from him as she swiped up like licking a lollipop. He chuckled as she made a face, some of it still sticking to her tongue.
“It’s an acquired taste, admittedly,” Nejire husked in her ear. “But think about it, Momo. It’s his.”
The younger girl leaned in to try again, using her hands this time to maneuver the tip up and down along her tongue, looking up at him when he groaned.
“Put it in your mouth now and get acquainted. He’ll love that. Just watch your teeth.”
Nejire was teaching her all her hard-earned lessons, it seemed. And her student was a good listener, making sure to avoid her teeth as she mouthed him, looking up at him again with nervous eyes as he grew even bigger under her gentle suckling.
Nobuto didn’t know how long he was going to last with a quintessential Japanese beauty looking up at him like that, but he’d have to make do.
It didn’t become any easier either when Nejire started picking at the buttons holding back her prodigious bust, starting at the top. With each button, more and more pale and creamy skin was revealed, until finally two magnificent breasts popped out after the seventh button, maybe.
He immediately noticed that her nipples were inverted, almost hiding from him cutely.
“These are so big.” Nejire hefted them like they were melons, Momo making another cute sound with him still in her mouth. “Only Amano’s can compete with these puppies.”
Well, however strange he and Nejire’s relationship was sometimes, at least it wasn’t the on-and-off Enkh-Altan and Amano had going on. Last he heard they were back together again.
“I think we should make use of your secret weapon here, Momo,” Nejire continued.
There was a lurid pop as Momo retreated, leaving the tip of his cock completely covered in her spit. “My secret weapon?”
He was about to get her back to work when Nejire put her hand on his abdomen and gave him a push back, her Quirk leaving him no choice. Seated on Momo’s bed, he watched Nejire tug her student to approach.
“Something slippery would be useful for the next part,” Nejire commented.
Momo’s black brows furrowed for a moment in concentration before she pulled out what looked like lotion from her now bare belly. Snatching it from her, Nejire’s blue eyes twinkled as she squirted a bunch of it all over the other girl’s breasts.
“What a fun Quirk.” She proceeded to swat her student on her doughy butt. “Come on, get in there. Wrap these puppies around the base and make sure you spread the lotion evenly. He’ll love it.”
She wasn’t wrong, he did indeed love it. The rich girl’s breasts were practically made for it, soft as clouds as she tried to smother his cock with them.
It was almost successful too, but it had just enough heft to survive, and even thrive.
“Paizuri is nice,” he commented, “but don’t forget what you were doing.”
Nejire gathered Momo’s silky black hair to help her while the girl in question went down to mouth the tip again, gently moving her breasts the whole time. It was divine.
As she continued, Nobuto heard a sound outside, but it was quiet enough that he wondered if he’d imagined it. Not that he really cared. If her friends and classmates wanted to listen in, he wouldn’t be stopping them.
If anything, he hoped Mina was among them. It might inspire her to try something similar, and he was quickly developing an appetite.
Momo brought his attention back to her as she tried to go down deeper, gagging slightly.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” Nejire teased. “Nobuto here is a pain to try that with, and I would know. Just bob up and down faster.”
The younger girl took it all to heart as she began doing just that, his limit quickly approaching despite her teeth touching once or twice.
“Just like that,” he groaned out. “That’s a good girl.” Momo groaned around him right back, and that did it. “Put your faces together. Now.”
Momo was a little confused, so Nejire took the lead, nudging her cheek against hers as they knelt together. He felt on top of the world as he first painted a white line across Momo’s nose to her surprise, and more soon followed. By the end of it, there were smears of white across both their faces, and he thought they never looked prettier.
He fell back on the bed, some of his clarity returning unhappily. “That was wonderful,” he got out still. “Both of you.”
“There’s so much,” he heard Momo mumble, and that gave him an idea.
“Hold on.” Pulling himself back up to sit, he retrieved his phone as they knelt there with their faces painted still. “I want to take a picture for posterity.”
Momo’s blush returned with a vengeance at that, but Nejire had already put up a peace sign just like Mirko had, and he loved her for it. He wasn’t the best photographer either, but that hardly mattered.
He watched as Nejire took some of it and pressed it to Momo’s lips. “Have a taste.”
Nobuto couldn’t help but chuckle as the rich girl’s eyes crossed together before she hesitantly opened her mouth, letting Nejire deposit it. He didn’t mind the bitter face she made too much either; she still swallowed it in the end, her throat bobbing gently.
Nejire handled it much better, cleaning Momo’s messy face with swipes of her finger, depositing it all in her mouth before she did the same with the mess on her face. Finally, she held Momo’s cheeks as she leaned in to kiss her, the younger girl's eyes going wide. Even he watched stunned as she practically fed her his seed.
It was, perhaps, the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Momo was left panting as Nejire pulled back, his seed maybe sticking to her throat as she tried to swallow, leaving her a little teary. But she managed it, and by the time she raised her eyes, he was hard as stone again.
“Had to make sure he was still ready to take your virginity,” Nejire informed her cheekily, her tongue swiping out to catch a bit of splooge that had stuck around.
Momo just nodded as she rubbed her thighs together.
He watched as Nejire stood up, pulling the younger girl up as well. “Should we show him what he’ll be working with?”
Blinking once or twice, Momo nodded, but she probably wasn’t expecting the older girl to suddenly tug her pajamas down to her knees, revealing her creamy thighs and small black bush a little higher. His Quirk picked up on her feeling self-conscious, but a part of her was loving this also, showing herself off to him.
Without even Nejire’s prompting, she crawled on her bed and gave him a good look at her butt as well, the slight pudge to it so very her. He could easily imagine not wanting to get off of her after he was done.
He traced his fingers along the silk sheets as he stared at her. “At least this monstrosity will be able to fit all three of us and then some,” he teased as she laid back on a pillow, staring right back at him and nervously spreading her legs.
Nejire joined them on the bed, laying down on her side beside Momo, her blue hair pooling behind her.
Finally, he moved, both their eyes fixed on him as he rid himself of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, baring the physique he’d worked on for years. Nejire even chuckled at how starstruck the younger girl looked.
He leaned down to kiss one of Momo’s pale thighs first, feeling her shiver. He laid a few more kisses until he pressed a kiss to her pussy for good measure, making her squirm and tussle her fingers into his hair instinctively. She was wet enough that he didn’t need to, but it was fun to see the faces she made as he kissed her where she never thought she’d be kissed.
Forging ahead, his cock slick with spit and lotion now laid over her black curls, finding it rather cozy. “Are you ready?” he asked her.
She nodded up at him, running her legs along his, her smooth skin spurring him forward. But Nejire held him back, her nails tickling his belly. “Why don’t you produce a rubber with that fascinating Quirk of yours, Momo.”
Probably for the best, he supposed. As funny as it’d be to send her back to her rich parents with his kid, he wouldn’t ruin her dreams of becoming a Pro Hero.
Avoiding his eyes again, she pulled a small wrapper out of her forearm, Nejire swiping it out of her hands again and tearing the wrapper with her teeth. His maybe-girlfriend had become rather practiced at it.
He let her slide the rubber onto his cock, flicking it for good measure as she giggled. “Go on, Nobuto.”
He looked back down into Momo’s eyes. “Guide me inside,” he told her. It might have been wiser not to with his Quirk, but he had held it well in hand so far. He also didn’t want to miss every face she made as he took her first time.
Biting her lip at his words, she nervously took his cock and pushed it up against her folds, shivering again. “Slowly,” she pleaded with him.
He did enter slowly, but even then she was gritting her teeth as her pussy struggled to accommodate him. Nejire tried to help by petting her hair gently while he held her firm, and she slowly began to relax, mewling like a kitten under their ministrations.
Finally, he felt himself pushing against something thin inside her. Nejire had already broken hers their first time, so this would be a novel experience for him as well.
With a quick thrust, he pushed through, Momo letting out a sharp sound of pain. He leaned down to kiss her for the first time as well, and she quickly melted into it, pulling at his neck and hair.
Retreating after a time, he stared down at her again as she panted. “Now be a good girl for me and let me show you what it’s like.”
She nodded, biting the knuckles of one of her hands as he started moving again, trying to relax as much as she could. And then there were the whimpers she made each time he went deeper; it was adorable. Eventually, he’d buried himself inside her, lightly touching upon her womb as her eyes widened.
“That’s all of it,” he whispered.
He caught Nejire’s eyes, seeing her completely unbothered. Maybe he wanted her to show at least a little jealousy, but she didn’t. He did watch one of Nejire’s hands guide Momo’s down to her little button, showing her how to play with it, and he took that as his cue to begin fucking her properly.
It wasn’t long until her moans and whimpers turned into her first release, and Nejire had to quiet her down with a kiss with how loud she was being.
He’d barely paused even though the rich girl clamped down like a vice around him, intent on driving at least a few more out of her. And she felt so soft under him as well, her breasts gliding along his abdomen as he put her through her paces. Soon enough she hit her second orgasm, and then her third, staring up at him with unfocused eyes now.
It drove him to the brink himself, and holding her tightly he finally filled the kami-damned rubber with the frustrations of a few days. One day he’d do this without one, he promised himself.
He was loath to get off of her as well, just as he thought, though she didn’t seem to mind, lost in her own little world.
Momo didn’t respond beyond an incomprehensible mumble, but he did eventually stir himself to fall back on the bed, leaving her sandwiched between him and Nejire, who directed her attention at the rubber. “Look how much he left for you.”
It stroked his ego nicely to see the younger girl flutter her eyelashes at his cock, almost demurely reaching her hand out to play with it. But he wanted a little something more.
“Why don’t you both get down there and show me how much you appreciate me again,” he suggested huskily.
It took a little longer for Momo to stir herself to it, but she was much less awkward about it now, even hesitantly sharing some of his cum with Nejire without prompting. He could tell she wasn’t into girls like the older girl was, so he assumed it was just her strong sense of fairness.
It took a little longer this time, but he ended up surprising Nejire by pinning her to the bed as he shunted her polka-dotted skirt down to her knees and went to town.
It wasn’t like he would leave her unsatisfied after she set all this up for him.
By the time the two of them left Momo snoring softly into her pillows, it was already nighttime. That all the girls, even Mina, ended up avoiding his eyes when he and Nejire bid them goodnight only confirmed his suspicions.
Well, he hoped they enjoyed the show. And when Nejire insisted she sleep in his dorm, he didn’t have the heart to tell her no, even if he wanted to get some more work done.
Again, he wouldn’t complain. There were worse things than a pretty girl wanting to snuggle.
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Phordless_Cone
JK SEGGS!!! UUUUOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!
