Hey, guys. BD is here with the latest installment of "The Deku Syndrome." It has been over two years since the last chapter, so look at this as a filler chapter. This is basically alerting my fans that the series isn't dead and shall make a return. Misadventures, mishaps and humor continue in this series. Enjoy!
Habuko knew that she had an hour or two before returning home. She was somewhat serious about her ankle monitor going off if she wasn't within the proximity of her property. Plus, she knew a certain trainer next door was probably phoning the police of her violating the restraining order. Oh, the sheer joy of a certain tomboy policewoman making her presence known once again.
How much apologies should it take on "accidentally" spitting acid on that redhead bitch? How would she know that she would lose her hair in the process? How would she have known that she would go blind in her left eye? If she wasn't too busy being a whore and a skank, then it wouldn't be a worry whether or not she could bob or weave; which the snake teen honestly recommended — a hairstylist — since she had seen ragdolls that had better hair styles than that Curreulean bitch.
Be that as it may, she would be okay. It definitely helped to have relationships with certain officers from the local police departments. A photo of her in a "vulnerable, compromising" position here or a care package of her worn panties there, Habuko knew that she had some restraints on those whose premise was to "protect" and "serve."
Unsurprisingly, even if they actually knew her whereabouts, she would have the funds she allocated to provide bride money. And even still, the ones she couldn't bride wouldn't narc on the ones who did. At the end of the day, it was just business. And on this night, this business was to be sure that her friends made it to their destination safely and to retrieve Izuku from the Aoyama manor.
As Project Pat's song, "Don't Save Her," played softly in the background, she found it amusing as the song was a representation of herself sort to speak — she couldn't be saved! She was passionate about her lovers and was unapologetically unashamed of her actions. One might look at it as stalking, she would like to describe it as commitment — a lifestyle of being painstakingly dedicated to her cause. In her mind, it was no different when the settlers came to America and exchanged goods like grain alcohol with the Native Americans. It was no different when the colonizers arrived in recluse Japan thousands of years ago. If there was a product and profit could be made, then why not? After all, if it wasn't Habuko Mongoose, then it would have been someone else.
So it might as well be her.
"I wonder if there is someone in city hall that could notarize the deal made with Auntie," she said to herself as she continued typing on the keyboard. Despite the crazy ordeal she had witnessed involving Izuku's mother and Izuku's "auntie," she charged it to the game. Sex has no discrimination of gender, if one sex could make the same sex feel good, then who was she to judge. She definitely knew that Mitsuki had the gift of swaying, convincing, and truthfully manipulation. A part of her was jealous that such a detritus bitch had a grubby hands on her Izuku. Be that as it may, it was part of the game. A game that she didn't mind playing, especially since she had to share with her cohorts — cohorts that she dearly cared about.
"Am I amused by the idea of a sword fight between Todoroki and Midoriya?" She clicked her tongue, shrugging the thought away. "Maybe as a trap…for Todoroki of course!" She bit into her lip, trying to focus back to the matter at hand. "Let's see if that one guy who convinced one of his subordinates to lie on that kid from Shujin Academy is available. That bastard owes me a solid — keeping that woman's mouth shut is harder than the strength of that couch that held the overly large musician who gripes about not putting down his cup."
As she turned to the side to open the bottom desk drawer, she heard the door from the basement open.
She raised an eyebrow. "That's odd! They shouldn't be back already." The snake girl said to herself. She doubted if it was her father as he should be out of town taking care of business interests with his barely legal blonde gaijin secretary.
Fortunately, she always believed in safety. Pulling out her trusty revolver that contained Quirk-nulling drugs in lieu of gunpowder, she placed it on her lap and waited to see who would present themselves inside of her domicile.
"Announce yourselves," she said to the individual who was walking down the stairs. The presence wasn't of her recently departed friends. She knew it was a woman by the scent of her perfume. Either way it went, her gun was cocked, loaded, and the safety was definitely off.
Especially since no one knew of this place.
A sharp clap came into place that broke the silence. "I'll have to say, Mongoose. You're quite spot on when you know someone is invading another's litter box."
The snake girl turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in the unexpected presence. Her eyes furrowed when seeing the interloper stranger that compromised her base of operation.
Keeping the gun on her lap, her finger wrapped around the trigger, she couldn't help but smile. "Well, well, well! Look what Morgana dragged in."
Meanwhile….
Izuku felt his body propelled like a torpedo as it ricocheted within the confined dungeon. Like a ragdoll being mishandled by an angry child, his tossed body flailed toward a wall. Bracing for impact, he prepared his body to accept the blows of the concrete.
Upon impact, the noise was obvious. It could be compared to tossing a handball at a high rate of speed. He gritted his teeth, absorbing the force of the impact with a grunt. Pain shot through his body as he collided with the unforgiving wall before dropping to the floor.
Thankfully, he could take the blows — Overhaul, All for One, and Kacchan schooled him on how to take pain without breaking his bones…anymore. However, it still didn't stop his body from aching.
He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He tried opening his eyes but his vision was blurred and dazed. The ringing in his ears continued. He tried managing to stand but his body was too tender. He felt like he was pulled through the wringer of a manual washing machine before being pounded with a meat mallet.
He hasn't felt like this since the Final Exam with Kacchan at the end of last term.
"Aww~! Don't my little fishy look so, so tired!" Mother chimed in, displaying a hint of amusement in her voice. She twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers, her gaze fixed intently on him.
He could hear her voice but his eyesight and hearing were currently indisposed. He lifted his head to see the curvy figure, only an earshot in distance.
"There's no need for the scary look, my little fishy." she said tauntingly, a smirk displayed on her lips as she surveyed her weakened opponent. "I must commend your efforts. I haven't had a boy, let alone even a man that was this rough when it came to foreplay." She began chuckling. "Your efforts should be praised!"
The emerald-haired teen took a deep breath and steeled himself mentally and emotionally. He gritted his teeth, refusing to yield despite the pain. He wiped the blood trickling from his nose and glared defiantly at Mother. "Do you really think I'm going to take defeat? Just like that?" He snickered. "You may look at me as your plaything, but according to the rest of the world, I am a hero." He then pointed at her. "Not just an object of lust to be used as your plaything, only to be disposed of all because you became bored."
The neko woman grew titillated, only becoming more aroused by the boy's unkempt appearance and undying spirit. She softly touched her cheek. "My Oum, I can't say you're braver or even dumber than I thought. The boy certainly bought me a keeper. I am looking forward to shedding and dismantling those beautiful layers you call your self-esteem, my little fishy!"
Feeling the strain in his muscles, he struggled to push himself upright, determination etched across his face. Driven by willpower to fulfill his duty as a Hero, he attempted to stand.
…!
Before he could stand, Mother swiftly placed her feet against his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the ground with surprising strength.
"Mmm~! That's it! Moan for Mother! Your pain is my pleasure." Mother said tauntingly. "I wonder which hole of mine is gonna be penetrated by that tormentor you possess?
Every attempt to stand was met with the weight of her feet, firmly pinning him down. Gasping for breath, his determination burned fiercely within him, despite the odds stacked against him.
Mother lifted his leg in an upward motion. With his leg on her shoulder, she withdrew her tongue and trailed it from his calf to his ankle. She smacked loudly, giving him the utter disgust that she was viciously enjoying his agony. "Something's tasty from this sweet, sticky carrot cake!"
"You fucking perverted shotacon!" He barked at her. Trying to force his body to respond, it was to no avail as she further applied pressure. "Don't think you're gonna get away with this."
"Mmm~! Keep talking, baby. I love a man who won't accept defeat right away." She said, proceeding to lick his leg, leaving heavy remnants of her saliva onto his skin. "Tasty carrot cake. Can't wait to partake with that delicious, molten sauce within that cake."
"Stop this, you vile fiend!" Izuku demanded harshly. He attempted to throw her off his body, but her grasp on him was iron-clad. Plus, it didn't help that he was still riveting in pain.
"Stop this, you vile fiend!" replied Mother mockingly. "Oum, you're ridiculously cute. Ridiculously cute and stupid. Yet again, that is how I like my boys. Tell you what, I'll let you go if you allow me to play with your lucky paw. How's that sound?!"
Mother then released Izuku, dropping him back to the floor. He hissed as his injured leg made contact with the bare concrete. "How about it? Why complain? Your troubles will be over if you were to submit. Do you know how many boys, hell girls, would love to be in your position? Who wouldn't resist a living, breathing fuckable neko girl?"
"That's the thing that separates you from me!" Despite the fatigue and ache in his body, he found a reserve of inner strength. "I am not some perverted, sex hound who had pussy on the brain. I am not a damn automaton. I don't know what universe you came from. Probably an universe that has remnants of dignity and self-respect, but sex is something cherishable and permissible. Even if it's just a fling, a come-and-go, an in-and-out, a hi-and-bye, at least it's mutual."
It was quite the walking contradiction he admitted to himself. It wasn't even twenty-four hours that he was engaged in sexcapades with Kacchan's mother, two of his 1-B classmates, and the mess involving Aoyama, Kodai, and Kendou. In a sense, could he be blamed? How would you feel if the love of your life was taken away by your so-called childhood best friend?
'The thing is Izuku is that I can no longer be your girlfriend. Sorry!'
How couldn't he forget the moment he saw those rosy cheeks fade, only to tell him in front of his peers that their relationship was no more? That could have made anyone crazy — even to the point of venting out his frustrations.
"Clap, clap! Bravo! Bravissimo!" The amber-eyed Faunus responded sarcastically with short, yet strong claps. "You think your words move me, boy?! Such an obstinate child. Aoyama was right. You have heart and you can exude such a light that can shine." She then placed her hands on her hips. "But guess what, sweetness? Darkness prevails over light. Quit living your life in the clouds. It makes sense why this Bakugo boy wanted to snatch your woman. No, his woman now!"
Her lips curled into a faint smile. "Wake up and smell the coffee, Izuku. The strong shall live and the weak shall die. Yet, I don't want to kill you." She clicked her tongue. "The house of discord forbids 're a sweet kid. A kind kid. A kid that I would have loved to have as a son." She folded her arms. "In the next life perhaps. But in this life, that's not the kind of boy I would want under my wing, do we?"
…..!
Without warning, Mother reached over and grabbed his waist. Like an olympian, he was thrown over like a javelin, catapulting toward the bed. At least at impact, it was a softer blow than when he kissed the concrete.
"I've had enough talk. A woman like me is sick of waiting and this foreplay must cease." Mother was becoming a blushing bride, especially since the main event was near. She had an itch that required scratching that that lucky rabbit's paw was certainly the cause and cure for this.
Seeing his compromised position was enough to have fucked him on the spot. Nevertheless, she played his game. What could she say? She enjoyed fallible boys like him who think being a Hero meant spouting cliche bullshit. In this sinful, debauched world sex prevails and reigns…forever and ever!
She was looking forward to breaking this boy's fighting heroic spirit.
The emerald-haired teen tried moving but the pain was too unbearable. Only God knew how long it would take before he could manage to regain his composure. He was in a bind, a bind he had never asked for.
Before he could produce his thoughts, Mother was slowly approaching the bed. Her fighting eyes were exchanged for bedroom eyes. She smiled alluringly, licking her lips as she slowly perched to the bed. She latched onto him like a lioness cornering her prey.
"Yuga, Yui, and Itsuka are having their fun. So why not join them by creating some harmonious noise?" Mother declared as she took hold of his foot. He yelped as she began sucking on his toes — slovenly licking, creating slobbing noises. She kept her eyes on him, wanting to see the distraught, cute look on his face.
"I can imagine that was how Uraraka looked when Bakugo took possession of her." Mother said.
"There's a place in Hell for a woman like you." Izuku told her.
"Granted…until then enjoy this heaven I'm giving you," she said. She covered his foot with her juices. She continued bobbing up and down every toe, making sure her eyes never left his.
Izuku felt useless. His energy was depleted. He was just a board lying in wake. His Quirk at this time was nothing more than a liability.
No longer enthused with his foot, she edged toward his leg. Giving it feathery pecks, each kiss came with the stickiness of her tongue. She giggled at his struggle, or lack thereof. It wasn't long when she reached the sweet spot.
"Why fight? Why struggle? You're gonna fuck me. We both know we don't need the stress. I can replace this Uraraka. I can be your woman. I can even be your mother," she stated. "Just give in and let the euphoria make you feel good. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. It's only natural to feel good."
"No, no—"
He couldn't finish his sentence when Mother suddenly took hold of his face. His eyes widened when her lips locked with his. He cocked his head, feeling her forcing herself as she pried opened his mouth to taste the once virgin lips. Their tongues intertwined in a hard, yet passionate way.
In bated breath, he looked back in shock. Mother's eyes opened, seeing the blank expression on his face. It only elated her, furthering her arousal.
Mother suddenly took his cock in her hand and began massaging it. Initially, it was slow strokes, making him moan and gasp. She resumed locking lips with him, cleaning out his mouth with her tongue. She broke the kiss, leaving a sloppy bridge of their juices between them.
Turning, she hovered herself over him. She then placed his dick onto her pussy and lowered herself gently. He held his breath as his dick began to enter inside of her. His eyes widened as she progressed further and further downward until, at last, he was fully sheathed inside her.
His answering groan told her all she needed to know. And she wasn't going to relent. "Mmm~! Not bad. Not a bad cock at all. And judging how stiff you are, you're loving this even more than I do." Mother laughed, making no effort to slow down and only to increase the pace even more.
He gasped as he felt his thick shaft penetrating deeper, feeling the growing bumps and ridge of her cavern to where he considered a woman's sacred place — the womb! "Impressive, boy! Though I don't envy the girls that tried shagging you. Let's make sure I will be your first and only that could make you feel good!" She held his head in her hands to force him to look up into her eyes as she rocked her hips. "Ride your Mother, my lucky rabbit's paw. Turn this kitty's womb into a sloppy mess."
"No~!" The emerald-haired teen protested, trying to defy the moans that were to escape his lips.
"No?! Mother retorted, cradling his face as she continued rocking her hips. "Your dick isn't resisting. It's rocking me like a piston."
"Ughhh, nghhh!" Izuku grunted, gripping the sheets as his body drilled into Mother, making her pussy clench around his cock with every thrust.
"Holy Esdeath. This dick is making me feel like a brand new virgin." Mother moaned, her hips slapped against his dick every second.
The constant stimulation of his dick with her pussy was more than he could handle.
"You're loving this more than I do. Just admit it!" She laughed, making no effort to slow down as she could feel the pending orgasm to come from his throbbing member. She actually increased the pace.
"Mother…please…."
"No!" She said teasingly.
She let go of his face, focusing her hands onto his legs as she could gain the opportunity to enjoy this mancock. She knew that instincts would take over as she felt his hips bucking her. She knew at some point, there wouldn't be any fight left in him.
Even as he gyrated his hips, he was feeling defeated. More so due to the fact that the tightness of her hole as it clenched around his dick was starting to feel good. The bed was squeaking loudly as she continued driving her hips onto his dick. She knew it was only a matter of time before the poor, defenseless rabbit could cum.
"Quit resisting, boy. Enjoy this! If your dick could be honest, so should you?" Mother said.
"Stop it! Stop it! Of course it doesn't feel good."
She chuckled. "Liar!" She then took the opportunity to extend her arms and cradled his chest, using this opportunity to knead his nipples like dough.
"Stop! Why are you doing this? What the hell are you after?"
"Aww~! Don't act like you don't know," she said, continuing to knead his nipples. "Mother is gonna take her sweet time investigating all of Izuku's sweet spots. And once I am done with you, the only thing on your mind is gonna be 'please, Mother, make me your pussy slave!'"
With that being said, any pretense of gentleness vanished. Mother ceased leisurely rocking back and forth and began riding him aggressively. The headboard banged against the wall every time she drove herself down. The emerald-haired teen felt the pressure against his hips. He could only witness her bewilderment, not sure whether he should be feeling terrified or ecstatic. Especially the latter, according to his auntie, his dick was a gift.
He sure doesn't feel like it was. A curse, to be honest.
He tried to keep his composure through this ordeal, but to no avail. Although it was humiliating, he tried to convince himself that it was horrible. However, the pleasure was outdoing his judgment.
Instinctively, he brought his hands around to cup her ass. Upon doing this, a gleam to her eyes appeared. "What's this? Is Izuku finally giving in?"
Izuku didn't say a word. Embarrassed that as his mind was protesting against it, his body was agreeing.
As must he tried to resist, his body was the victor.
"Squeeze me tighter." She grunted.
He did what he was told, cupping her ass as hard as possible, which further forced her to rock her hips. Sloppy sounds of his cock plus his accumulating precum plundered her pussy every time he slammed into her. He felt like he was just one giant organ, intended to please the fairer sex. He knew at some point it wouldn't be long before he would climax.
He groaned from his throat. His breath was shortening. He shut his eyes as he prepared to cram his milk into Mother's womb.
"Come for me, my little fishy! Let me hear your cries. Come for your future Mistress!"
Izuku cried out as he erupted his load inside of Mother's womb. Mother could feel it exploding inside of her — his hot, creamy milk flooding her pussy before being pumped even deeper by his pistoning cock. Wad after wad was cramming her womb, making it absolute certainty that she could get pregnant by him.
Although she didn't defy that thought of carrying his baby.
When it felt like the pressure was simply going to become too much, it finally started slowing down to a steady dribble. Mother continued gyrating her hips, moaning in pleasure as she collected every single drop of her sperm.
"Holy Oum, your seeds! I've eaten them all," she sighed in pleasure, welcoming the seeds that could potentially welcome new life. Her tightly stretched pussy was clamping around his cock still clamping around him as it continued leaking his juices. Izuku lied there helplessly in defeat, guilt clotting his veins as his seeds were being fed to the enemy.
"To be this high and mighty, your Small Might says otherwise," she said through her gasps for breath. "You will make for a very entertaining plaything."
She didn't seem to expect a response, so he said nothing and quietly mulled over his situation.
"I hope you don't think that this is going to be enough," she said as she loomed over. "Can't waste any drops, can we? I want more of you. No way in hell is this enough."
He lied there, seeing the satisfied expression on her face as she knew she was aching for more.
"Let's see what more this lucky rabbit's paw can do?" She breathed into his ear, grabbing both of his hands and holding them down as she prepared for round two.
"Mother, no…"
"Shh! Relax, sweetness. Just give in to the pleasure. After all, you're going to make a wonderful addition to the house of discord."
Izuku felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he felt her hips gyrated aggressively as she prepared to get her fill of the cinnamon roll once again.
Meanwhile….
The forest was unnaturally still, as if holding its breath. Moonlight pierced through the canopy in broken shards, illuminating the narrow path that wound toward their destination. Shouto trudged forward, his boots crunching softly against the dirt. His gloved hands twitched at his sides, betraying his growing irritation. The snug leotard clinging to his body felt like a second—one he hadn't asked for.
"This doesn't make any damn sense for wearing this!" he grumbled, keeping his voice low. His mismatched eyes glared down at the reinforced fabric, which gleamed faintly in the moonlight. "I feel like a sissy!"
"Quit projecting, member-brother, ribbit!" Tsuyu replied, her tone even as she crouched ahead, scanning their surroundings with wide, alert eyes. She held her index finger to her lips, motioning for the icy hot teen to keep his voice down.
Tooru, walking beside him, giggled softly. Her translucent figure shimmered faintly, a rare sight when her invisibility waned under dim light. "Oh, c'mon, Shouto. Don't tell me you're not enjoying this. I think you pull it off really well." Her teasing tone practically dripped with amusement.
He shot her a sidelong glare. "Enjoying this? It's like you're forcing me with this. Like you're intending me to be shipped with Deku." He then picked the leotard from his butt. "Plus I can't even move properly in this thing."
"Must you forget that that 'thing' is top-tier gear," interjected Tooru. "That thing is designed to—"
"Withstand arsonal-level threats — steel-core rounds, tactical rifles, explosions," responded Shouto, giving her an exaggerated once-over.
"And you look pretty sexy in it, not gonna lie," said Tooru.
"All for your grand entrance with Deku, ribbit," added Tsuyu.
"How many times do I have to say this? I'm not g—" Shouto was cut off when Tsuyu turned sharpy, her amphibian eyes narrowing. "Hush! We're almost there!"
The trio fell silent as the atmosphere grew heavier. The faint outline of their destination emerged in the distance — a looming silhouette against the dark sky. The Aoyama manor.
"Habuko said that the manor is no ordinary place. It's armed to the teeth, and the maids patrolling it? They aren't just for show. They're as deadly as the weapons they carry, ribbit," said Tsuyu.
As they crept closer the manor came into view — a grand, elegant structure bathed in the moon's glow. It looked like something out of a storybook, its polished exterior giving no hint of the danger within. But the vixen knew better. All looks are deceiving.
Her thoughts were confirmed when Tooru whispered sharply, "Uh, guys? We've got company."
The others followed her gaze. Near the front entrance, a maid stood poised, holding a sleek, deadly-looking rifle. Her posture was relaxed, but her grip on the weapon said otherwise.
"Armed maids," Shouto muttered, his eyes narrowing. "Of course. Why wouldn't there be armed maids?"
"It gets worse," Tooru said, pointing at the other end of the manor. "I think Najica was based on true events. We're in for a long night."
The frog vixen nodded, her expression calm but determined. "We stick to the plan. Infiltration first, engagement only if necessary." She crouched low, motioning for the others to follow. "Be that as it may, our Deku is inside and we need to rescue him, ribbit!"
The group moved forward, their steps light and deliberate. Shouto readied himself, the chill of his ice mixing with the steady warmth of his flame. The snug leotard no longer felt so ridiculous.
Meanwhile….
Neito grinned smugly, taking another bite of his candy bar, the wrapper crinkling loudly in the otherwise quiet night. The two sat on a bench across the street from the dimly lit bar — a bar exclusive to Pro Heroes.
Fukidashi glanced nervously at the bar's entrance, his comic speech bubble popping above his head with the word, "worried."
"Relax, buttmunch!" Neito said, leaning back causally. "Bakugo might be an explosive ass, but he's a man of his word. He'll pay up if this goes. Besides, I've got the receipts — literally!" He tapped his phone, the screen faintly glowing to reveal a timestamped recording of Bakugo gruffly agreeing to the scheme. "Worst-case scenario, I'll just remind him. Loudly. With witnesses."
Fukadashi's bubble shifted to "unsure," and he fidgeted, tapping his fingers against his knees. "What if we're…you know…crossing a line here? I mean, it's Kayama-sensei. It was no secret how mad she was with Bakugo. She literally beat his ass!"
The blond waved him off with a chuckle. "Faunus, please. Kayama-sensei isn't that scary. Dramatic, sure. But scary? No way. Besides, she deserves a little taste of her own medicine. How many times did she humiliate us in class for 'character building'? If anything, this should be as much of a privilege as it is for Bakugo. Plus, we're getting paid. And this is also icing on the cake."
The thought bubble sighed, his bubble now showing "nervous," and he leaned forward, peering at the bar again. "I don't know, man. If this goes south, we're toast. Bakugo's got a grudge, sure, but Kayama-sensei has an imagination. You think she won't come up with some nightmare scenario to ruin us?"
Neito smirked, finishing his candy bar and crumpling the wrapper into his pocket. "Let her try. The plans' airtight. Besides, it's not like we're hurting her. It's strictly business, never personal."
The bar's door creaked open, and the two froze. Nemuri stepped out, her sultry demeanor on full display as she sported her trademark outfit. She took a moment to glance around the quiet street, brushing her hair over her shoulder. The blond's grin widened and the thought bubble showed the word, "panic."
"Okay, showtime!" Neito whispered, pulling his phone out to record. "Let's see if it's a bad night for sensei."
Fukidashi muttered under his breath, "Or a worse night for us…."
To be continued….