3-In-1 Instant Quirks 12 (My Hero Academia, Villain SI)
Raising future waifus are a hell lot easier than keeping superpowered pets.
It is so much easier to trust human females with Quirks since they would be semi-responsible with their new powers. Unlike animals that keep, fucking, leaving their cage…!
"Okay now stay in there with your fellow rabbits and breed! Be fruitful and multiply, like rabbits, get it? Urgh… the things I do for time-space manipulation Quirks…" I released the bunny back into the underground facility dedicated to keeping my animals well-fed, happy and in-heat.
I am seriously starting to regret not making a space-time locking gadget before starting this particular project. My clones are currently working on it as I can't trust anyone else with technology that can potentially be used to inconvenience me.
Imagine actually being forced to walk to a Familymart instead of teleporting to it! It wouldn't be called a convenient store anymore since I would actually need to put in time and effort to get there!
Okay, fine, my annoyance levels are a tad bit high… as these rabbits were much more troublesome than the other batches that have given me lots of [Stockpile], [Quirk Manipulation] and [Precognition] type Quirks. I didn't need to spend more than half an hour taking care of each of those batches. Low maintenance, easy profit, it was great.
And then I gave some rabbits my spare space-time Quirks. I haven't been getting much sleep (not that I needed it) since I started breeding teleporting rabbits.
Even with the accelerated aging and breeding measures I'm utilizing for my Quirk duplication project, I would still need to spend three more days policing every single teleporting animal until the first generation of rabbits die of old age and return my Quirks!
I can't force them not to teleport around either since that would lead to their Quirks atrophying out of disuse, with their rapid aging and accelerated reproduction cycles being tied to their Quirk's growth, I run an actual risk of weakening the powerful Quirks I invested into this endeavor if I make a mistake.
Sedating them would do more harm than good, most of my mental orders would fade quickly thanks to the acceleration treatment and applying it actually damages their brains… I'm starting to understand why all the evil scientist type villains are fine with taking shortcuts and coming up with substandard experiments when most methods seem to have that one detriment 'ruining' the perfect plan.
Well, on the bright side, I only need another week to farm up over a dozen A-Rank space-time Quirks and complete the spatial locking tech so I won't have to manually keep track of every teleporting animal anymore.
It's going to be worth it in the end, is what I tell myself every day since having to mind-wipe hundreds of bystanders coming across my rabbits casually violating the laws of space and time.
Keep calm Peter, just think about your new fancy-schmancy passive [Hentai Male Protagonist] Quirk being proof that all this is worth the effort.
All I needed to do was suffer through the life and death of countless adorably cute rabbits, but the hardest choices required the strongest wills and so I did what I had to do.
And now I had a Quirk that would keep the ones I cared about from getting NTR'ed by pesky main character/harem protagonist charms. Well, that's more like a fantastic unexpected benefit rather than its intended purpose, which was to make sure any female I found attractive and showed interest in was 'tagged' such that I would be their prime romantic and sexual partner.
The best aspects of the Quirk came from the probability manipulation and psychic parts built into it. My new power was unlike my blunt force mental Quirks, in that they wouldn't actually alter anything in the brains of my targets (which means the authorities can't prove any sort of brainwashing taking place with their current measures).
It worked more closely to replicate the nonsensical effect of females being inexplicably attracted to unremarkable male leads or speshul OC characters by outright manipulating the future. Twisting the low chance of a target thinking bog standard future harem member thoughts like 'oh wow, he's so kind (lol)' into an absolute certainty, facilitating the progression of a typical harem fanfiction in spite of all logic, conflicts of interest and other matters of importance like morality.
It's kind of like a lewd, limited passive version of Yhwach's Schrift "A - The Almighty". If I were to liken the possible futures like grains of sand then my power would automatically pick out the future where the romance flag would be triggered, regardless of how improbable it is and actualize it.
"... Holy shit, instead of making an actual god-like ability with those materials, I mangled it until it became a power that would turn my life into a H-game!"
And I don't regret it whatsoever!
Who cares about unlimited power when you're already an unbeatable existence!
Using powers to get all the best girls is where it's at!
Power-gaming with my abilities is more like a cross between my life's work and a hobby anyways.
Come to think of it, I haven't seriously tested out the Quirk yet since I've only just made it a couple of hours ago, hmm, guess I'll go meet up with a certain someone and see how it goes.
I caught the dive-bomb kick aimed at my face with a casual grab, swung my assailant around and tossed her through a portal, back unto her comfy bed.
"Morning Hana. I made you some potato snacks."
The older clone snarled at me after gently sliding off her precious bed, "That's not my name!"
"It would have been if you hadn't been so mad back then, since you weren't cooperating your younger sister took up the name, first come first serve."
'Hana Shimura' bristled at the reminder, though she refrained from insisting on her original name this time around, having learnt her lesson after I stuffed her in 'the box' when she dared to speak her old name after I put my foot down on the matter.
My patience had run thin after she killed (and severely injured) several of the innocent scientists and caretakers assigned to her as part of her delusional quest to escape my 'supervillain hideout'. If it weren't for the fact that I was capable of reviving the newly deceased then I would have tore her apart and recycled her body for a newer clone or used more invasive methods of brainwashing.
After several days of dealing with her shenanigans and comforting (or mind wiping) the very pleasant people under my employ upon reviving them from such a violent ordeal I simply gave in to my own rage and came up with an artistic way to punish her.
Turns out that partial amnesiacs with traumatic pasts break easily regardless of heroic willpower when rendered absolutely helpless through unbreakable high-tech restraints, partial sensory deprivation, force-fed essentials, doped up on aphrodisiacs and being prevented from experiencing sexial release for a whole week.
She had begun to learn what was and what was not acceptable behavior since then. Careful application of words and providing the life stories of my employees made her feel sufficiently guilty to not try anything stupid again, like ramming her head against the nigh indestructible glass-like dome.
She was still deluding herself in thinking that my employees were forced to work for me or that I was threatening her with their lives and well-being. I could have corrected her…. I could even have some of my best employees tell her about how wonderful their job is and that they sympathize with how confused she was after being revived and all that… but I wanted to save the gas-lighting for later.
Sometimes it's best to put work before pleasure.
"I'll just change it later, with or without you." Though she tried to sound like she meant it, the undercurrent of fear in her voice made it obvious that she was testing my reaction.
"Hmm, you may try. I might let you do it in a year or two, when the time is right."
The black-haired woman relaxed slightly and placed her hands on her hips, "Fine, I'll take it. You gonna stand there while the food gets cold or what?"
"It wouldn't be getting cold if you didn't attack me like that. So uncivilized."
"If holding a woman in a gilded cage is your idea of what's 'civilized' then I'll be as uncivilized as I want."
In spite of her retort the near-thirty year old lady was happily munching on her potato snack.
"Like it? That's my new and improved homemade recipe *cough* after I paid off several professional chefs to help me make it."
"How does that still count as homemade?! But yeah, this is pretty awesome. I know you said you were a hit with the ladies but if your cooking is this good then- Wait, stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"S-stop whatever you're doing! Do I look like I was born yesterday? This is just another trick to gain my trust and make me think 'hey, it's not so bad being trapped in some fancy garden with everything I could possibly want.'"
"I don't see the problem with getting what you want. You've got internet access, well mostly… every show and movie ever made, plenty of games, top-class food and drinks. You want for nothing."
"What I want and what I need is totally different."
"What you think you need and what you actually need is also a different matter altogether. Times have changed, Mrs. Shimura… oh wait, it's Ms. Shimura now. My apologies."
A brief flash of agony formed on her face, then quickly gave way to rage, she attempted to attack me once again to no avail.
"You bastard!"
"Again, I'm sorry that merely stating some facts would cause you enough distress to lash out so violently…"
I spoke calmly as I dodged each and every attack, cutlery, furnishings and trees.
"... but as you can see, you're only proving me right in that you aren't ready to return as a productive member of society."
I withheld my urge to smirk like a villain and only gave her the appearance of genuine sympathy for what she's lost. After what I've put her through 'Hana Shimura' knew that I was a sick fuck, but thanks to my careful image management and my various Quirks, including the new [Hentai Male Protagonist] Quirk, she was feeling so confused about it and was actively resisting the idea of me 'not being that bad of a guy'.
Feeling her emotional turmoil through my telepathic Quirks was like relishing several prime cuts of Kobe beef, so juicy and delicious… the fact that 'Hana' was starting to think that she was the bad guy in all this was like adding a fine bottle of cold sake on top of the dish!
"I'll come back to see you again when you feel better."
I broke out into hard laughter after exiting through a portal.
"Ahahahaha! That's what I'm talking about! Oh man, if this is just the start of what breaking a real heroine is like then I can't wait to try with the real thing! If only she had all her memories, it would have been magnificent…"
My happy monologue was interrupted when several of my tagged rabbits 'pinged' in my head as they appeared in different locations across the world.
"Bugger this."
My mood was still relatively positive after spending several minutes on rabbit wrangling.
I spent most of my time planning out how I was going to break another spirited woman, or rather, a young lady. Every woman needs to feel special, it is only right that I used a special approach on everyone of them.
Nejire was very open-minded and so the mostly honest approach worked very well for her. Ryuko-chan was like newly made wine, she needed to be aged a little more before I began to savor her for real. Yuzuru felt more like a young version of my old self that I wanted to see succeed so I kept my distance, outside of the times when I was pushing my dick up her womb.
Ochako was similar to Nejire in some ways, but she had certain unacceptable notions imposed upon her by Japanese society, something that I would need to tear away slowly just as I had done so with Nejire. Even though I believed that Ochako would hear me out and try to understand me like a reasonable person, she was still significantly less open-minded than Nejire was, hence I hadn't been very honest with her. Easing her into understanding that I had her best interests at heart would take awhile, but she was worth it.
A girl like Itsuka Kendo however, needed an approach similar to 'Hana', as she wouldn't be very reasonable if I told her the truth outright. Breaking her down a little was necessary, I didn't need to be as heavy-handed as I was with the older clone of Nana, however…
As for the current Nana 'Shimura' Hadou, she was currently Nejire's adopted sister and I had little interest in her except in her potential to troll All Might and Gran Torino.
"Eh, Nejire-chan's calling me?"
I teleported to her home where she was calling me from and found three unconscious bodies in her devastated living room.
A misty man, a blue-haired man with hands around him and a dying potato head.
"Peter, there you are! I know you had plans for these guys but they kinda ambushed me in my own homes so I beat them up! Oh, and the police were called due to the ruckus so…"
All my dreams of an epic clash between the old 'gods' of this world and myself came crashing down. The fantastic dream of forcing All For One and All Might to live on, watching as I rendered their life's work meaningless, powerless to stop me was now gone.
All because one Quirk Stealer got so fucking desperate for a Quirk that could defeat All Might that he thought ganking my beloved was a good idea.
Hmm? Tomura was stirring? Guess I should knock him out again.
"What the actual fuck happened?!" The younger Nana Shimura just came home after volunteering for community service at her own initiative.
"H-Hana…?"
Hoo boy. Is that drama I'm sensing? I may just let that go on…
As for All For One… well, mental Quirks aren't going to cut it when it comes to main villains so…
… guess it's time to breed a new batch of rabbits.