Three sets of feet pounded against the polycarbonate flooring, two boys and one girl running through hallways between connecting staircases, making all haste to catch up to their compatriots who went on ahead. The blasted hole in a roof gave them a convenient path to ascend past the security bulkheads. Though one would rather have taken a more expedient path.

"We should have taken the elevator," Todoroki complained, breathing hard.

"Shut up, idiot!" Katsumi barked in response, not even looking at him. "They've got security which means they've got the elevators locked down too!"

"We could have broken through into the elevator shaft and gone directly upward."

"To do what?" Saiki asked, less breathless than the other two. "Our job isn't to get to the top, it's to make sure Melissa gets to the top. Getting there on our own is pointless."

Katsumi growled at him. "Shut up! I was getting to that!"

They climbed over thirty floors in rapid succession, following the trail of broken security drones covered in scorch marks and dents. Then onward to find, "Momo! Kyoka!" Saiki shouted, seeing his girlfriends under attack with... He struggled to think of the guy's name. Izuku's friend. Iida! That was it.

"One side!" Katsumi ordered with a grin as her palms popped with miniature explosions. She threw her hands back–

"Wait!" Momo pleaded with a tired wave. "No explosions! You might damage the servers!"

"If they go down it might interfere with shutting down security!" Kyoka backed up her explanation.

Saiki rushed forward, stomped one security bot crushing it enough to disable it, let another snag his arm with a restraining cable and used it to swing and slam it like a meteor hammer into another one. "Alright. You two go and ahead and get to Izuku. We'll catch up when we've cleaned up here!"

"The fuck makes you think I follow your orders?!" Katsumi demanded.

Saiki couldn't ignore a setup like that one. "Experience," he answered, smirking at her for half an instant before he got right back to smashing robots with other robots.

-(-)-

"What... The... Hell?" Saiki asked aloud, staring up at a monstrosity of metal with an exhausted Momo hanging off his shoulder.

The brawl in the server room wasn't so long. But it was long enough for the security system to deactivate. What robots were left all shut down at once. Taking it as a signal, the group of five from the server room took the nearest elevator right up to the roof.

"Is that All Might?!" Kyoka asked, staring at the hero in primary colours facing off with the giant mass of metal machinery. "He's fighting the villain!"

"No," Saiki denied, his eyes finding a few other figures in the melee. Katsumi. Todoroki... Izuku. "They're fighting the villain." He hesitated, looks to his girlfriend taking support from him.

She saw him looking at her. She frowned in confusion, then smiled. She knew the reason. "Go."

The boy gave her a grateful look. "Kyoka," getting his other potential girlfriend's attention he guided Momo to rest on her shoulder instead. "Take care of her, alright?" Without another word, without needing to hear an affirmative, he bounded away, joining the others in three leaps to slam into an enormous tendril of metal, redirecting it at the last second from spearing Todoroki out of the air.

Momo watched him go with a fond smile. "He's impressive, isn't he?"

"He has his moments," Kyoka admitted. Inwardly wishing she weren't so reliant on her support gear. Wishing she could contribute more.

It didn't take long for Saiki to get an idea of the situation. That it wasn't the students' show anymore. Thanks to Izuku and Melissa's actions, it was up to All Might to save the day while they ran distractions. Keeping the villain's mind busy so the greatest hero could carve a path right to the bastard inside all that machinery and tear him out! His quirk must have been insane but nothing was a match for the number one hero. All Might had proven that enough times.

Iida sprinted along attacking spires of metal, ducking and dodging as they continually tried to swat him, forcing the villain to pay attention else he race right up to him. Todoroki clogged and frustrated the movements of the metal tendrils, trapping them in place, halting them for only seconds but every instant counted. Katsumi blasted the tendrils with everything she had, detaching them to deny the villain control for the time it took them to fall and be reconsumed by the mass.

Saiki knew the tactics that had gotten him this far. Taking a beating and hitting back harder. But there was more to this fight than that. He leapt forward, used the movement style he copied from Izuku to keep moving through swaying and lancing tendrils of steel. Many he avoided. But not all. After all, he could take hits better than just about anyone. He picked his spots. His moments. When it was better for him to just let a hit land. After all, if the villain was trying desperately to swat him then some attempts were bound to be sloppy. He grunted as he let a swing strike against his legs, only to let that hit launch him further forward. Every metre he moved closer to the villain at the heart of all this was a stronger distraction.

And all the while, All Might was doing exactly what he did best. Being a juggernaut of power and determination to blast through any obstacle that came his way. Too many distractions, too little preparation to stop a man of his greatness. Or so it seemed until All Might leapt through the final stretch, having made a path right to the man responsible for all of this... And was ensnared at the last instant by dozens of restraining cables. Then grabbed by the throat and the left side of his abdomen. His teeth were gritted, he struggled, and then... "RAAAAAAGH!" He bellowed a scream of indescribable pain.

Saiki could barely see what was going on from where he was, but he could see he was the closest. He has to get to those cables, rip them out. Then... Then he didn't know but it would be a start! He didn't have time to think about how this turned around on them so quickly. He just had to move! But the villain's awareness hadn't failed. A wall of steel suddenly blocked his path. Specifically his. The others were still as open as they were before. Did the villain want All Might to get close? Had he been planning this all along? Were all of their distractions pointless? It didn't matter. Mirko taught him to think as much as he wanted so long as he continued to act. And the best he could do for the moment was retreat and find another path. He backed off, coming around the edge of the wall...

Only to see All Might blasted back, then bombarded with compacted blocks of metal. Over a dozen of them slamming into him at once to crush the greatest hero.

Act.

Don't think. Act.

Act how? The villain just stopped All Might in his tracks. What could Saiki possibly do?

It wasn't a question Izuku asked. It wasn't a question she ever had to ask. Her dress tattered, her hair in disarray from the hectic and imperilling climb, she didn't hesitate for an instant as she cocked her fist back, leapt up and with all of her power slammed that fist into the mass of metal surrounding All Might. With that single punch she shattered it, the shockwave blasted everyone back in a hail of metal chunks.

All Might was free again.

Saiki stared on. Watching Izuku help All Might recover. He realised in that moment. Something that had never occurred to him, even when he fought her. Everything she had done up to this point. Every training exercise, every fight, including her fight with him. She had been holding back. He had only been on par with her because she couldn't use everything she had by default. He had been training his ass off, building himself up to be the best, and in reality the curve he had been fighting to stay ahead of was never real. This. Izuku standing there side by side with All Might himself. This was Izuku when she could fully cut loose. She was... She was so far ahead of him. He wanted to be the best? He was barely at the starting line. At her best, Izuku dwarfed him.

The previous bar of Todoroki freezing an entire building had been cleared. He had never felt more insignificant than he has in this moment.

And yet... Somehow... The dissatisfaction he felt watching Todoroki those months ago. He didn't feel it here. He wasn't even sure why. Was it because Todoroki was kind of an asshole? Was it because Izuku was his ex? Was it because he still cared for her, couldn't seem to stop caring for her? Or... Was it because as he watched them, he saw just how natural, how right it was for her to be there. To be right there with the best of the best. He could tell. She had proven it time and again. There was no truer hero than her. After all, All Might saw that. Who was Saiki to deny All Might? To claim Saiki himself should be there instead of Izuku?

It's made all the more obvious as the two heroes once again launched themselves at the villain, working in tandem to battle their way through.

It wasn't over. Katsumi blasted away more metal cubes with all she had left. Todoroki locked more in place.

Saiki moved.

He leapt in front of Izuku, cocked his leg back and caved in a metal box with a kick, bounced off to meet another with a fist. "Go, Izuku!" he called out, smashing metal constructs in whatever way proved fastest until they piled up on him to get him out of the way. As they compressed down trying to crush him, he could only hope it was enough. His arm drew in then thrust out, tearing through the simple constructs to make room and look out.

The flash, the incredible flash as those two heroes destroyed the villain, it was beautiful. The sun rose on the horizon as though that one act called the dawn itself.

The crisis is over.

-(-)-

Officials came and went. Island security, men in cheap suits, men in expensive suits. Everyone got questioned on the events that took place and on the actions they took in response. The truth of how the villain got to be so powerful was shocking to those who weren't present for it. The realisation that David Shield had been arrested for his actions put a dour atmosphere on what should have been a moment of relief and celebration.

Saiki smiled through answering the appropriate questions until the man in the expensive suit stood and shut off his recording device. "Thank you for your testimony. You have the thanks of the board for your intervention."

"Oh," Saiki smiled wider. "That's good. I look forward to seeing what that thanks will look like."

"Pardon?" Carefully, he started recording again.

"You know, compensation for hero work," he said as though it was obvious, ticking off his fingers. "Saving the island, recovering the dangerous technology for you, detaining the dangerous criminals that had the island at their mercy?"

The man's passive but polite expression shifted a few notches less polite. "And here I thought you Japanese were polite to a fault. You aren't a licensed hero."

"Nope," Saiki admitted with a shrug. "Didn't break any laws though, and we did act like heroes. So it seems a pretty straightforward conclusion that we're owed compensation for risking our lives. Oh," he grins, "And for not blabbing to the press about how I-Island's security nearly doomed everyone without the villains having to fire a shot. And for the only reasons your bosses aren't shitting bricks over international inquisition into your activities being because a bunch of teenagers saved your asses." The somewhat smug boy leaned back in his seat with his arms folded. "Much simpler to pay us so everyone comes away happy and clean, don't you think?"

Once again the recording was shut off. "Ruthless little bastard, aren't you?" Probably so the man who Saiki increasingly thought was some manner of upper management or executive could say that off the record.

"I'm sure I'll be a paragon of generosity when I'm pulling down a comfortable paycheck."

"Don't bet on it." The sharp-dressed man shook his head. "We'll be in touch."

Saiki breathed a sigh of satisfaction from the end of that encounter. If things went his way it would save him a lot of headaches in future. If not... He wasn't sure whether he would pull the trigger on his threat. But at the very least the suit seemed to believe it and that was the whole point. Whether it was a bluff or blackmail, the threat was all that mattered.

From there he was allowed to return to his hotel room, only to find Momo and Kyoka already there, sleeping in their underwear. In a moment like this he couldn't help but curse his stamina. He could go without for hours more yet but the girls were utterly exhausted. The greatest crime of the villains. Depriving a young man of his dream. A threesome with two bisexual virgins. He could cry in that moment, he really could. But that wouldn't solve anything. Instead he climbed into bed between the two girls. Even asleep Momo smiled and cuddled into him. Kyoka's arms wrapped around his neck like he were a teddy bear.

As consolation prizes go, it wasn't bad.

He didn't remember falling asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought. But Kyoka's phone woke the three of them up. "What's going on?" he asked as the girls groggily get up, Kyoka blushing as she let him go so she could slide out of bed.

"You didn't know, Saiki?" Momo asked.

"Know what?"

"He was one of the last ones dealing with those suits," Kyoka informed the bustier girl. "All Might invited us all to have a cookout by the shore. A celebration, kind of. Since we missed the party. and the expo is basically cancelled."

"Oh," Saiki pursed his lips. Well that wasn't something he was going to turn down. "Alright then, I'll get dressed."

The cookout was actually a lot of fun even if some of those attending were acting subdued. Much as Izuku could take at least half the credit for saving the day she clearly didn't feel like she had. She tried to be upbeat. The only thing that brought her mood up was when Melissa arrived after meeting her father. The two talked quietly and privately for a while until Kaminari cut in. The American girl spent the rest of the evening with him.

The other students marvelled at Momo's ability to put away food. During the crisis she wore through all of her fat stores. She had eaten something after the incident was over but it was only to get her by for long enough to find a bed. Now that she had an opportunity she was quite literally taking it with both hands. Burgers were coming off of the grill and seemed to vanish straight into Momo's waiting maw. Delicate manners of the upper crust only went so far as not suffering the effects of starvation thanks to her quirk. From there, all bets were off.

All in all, it was a good moment. A good time. A chance to breathe after a very stressful night. Just spending some quality time with friends and also the greatest hero in the world who it turned out could cook some mean burgers.

The sun dipped below the ocean and the students once more returned to their hotel rooms for one last time. Their return flights were arranged for the next day. They had been required to stay that long only because they may have needed to answer follow-up questions. The trip had started out well, ended well, if it weren't for the middle part Saiki would say it was a well-spent weekend.

"I can hardly believe its been only a few hours and I'm ready for bed again," Momo sighed.

"You pushed yourself harder than any of us," Saiki happily gave her excuse. "We all earned a rest, especially you."

The rich girl hummed in consideration, sauntering over to her boyfriend and pressing herself against him, looking up into his eyes with a cheeky smirk. "I think I've got a little energy left in me though. Want to help me sleep?"

Saiki grinned, putting a hand to the small of her back.

As Kyoka realised what was about to happen she slowly moved toward the adjoining room door, only for Momo to reach out a hand and gently catch her arm. "Stay?" she asked quietly. "Please?" The punk girl hesitated.

The bluenet saw what was happening and released his girlfriend. "You're asking wrong." He moved away, around the more petite girl. "Do you want to leave, Kyoka?"

"I, umm, I'm tired? I, I don't want to get in the way–" She backed away slightly, slipping further into Momo's space without thinking about it.

"But she asked you to," Saiki carefully reminded her. "Momo wants you here. Wants you to be part of this moment. I do too. And I think if you're honest, so do you." He gestured behind himself. "The door is right there," he reminded her as he slowly closed in on her like a predator cornering prey. "All you have to do is tell me to move aside. I won't stop you. So, will you tell me to move? Or will you do..." He stepped into her personal space, one hand taking hers, stroking her fingers with his own. "What you want to do?"

"I..." She didn't look behind her, didn't see what Momo wasdoing but she felt it when the other girl began kissing her neck. "Ah... Haa..." she moaned helplessly, "You... You can't just do this every time!"

Saiki leaned in, palmed her tight little ass with his other hand as he nibbled her earlobe. "We won't need to once you admit what you want. What do you want, Kyoka?"

She swallowed. The good girl who so badly wanted to be bad. To let herself go. She felt the heat of their bodies as they hovered so close, as they touched her, kissed her skin. "I... I want this. I want you to touch me again," she panted, her will breaking under their lustful onslaught. "I want both of you."

"That so?" His whisper tickled her ear. "She wants us, Momo. What do you think of that?"

The more buxom girl reached around to stroke Kyoka's belly first over, then under her shirt. "I want her too."

"Looks like it's your lucky day, Kyoka," Saiki teased her, "You want us and we want you. So all you have to do now is be ours. Our naughty girl. Do you want that?" Their skin brushed together as she nodded eagerly. "I want to hear it, Kyoka. I want to hear you say it. Say you'll be ours. Say yes."

"Yes!" Her voice was pleading, the teasing having thoroughly gotten to her. "I'll be yours just please!"

"Please what?" Saiki wondered if it was too much but he couldn't help himself. "What do you want us to do?"

"I...! I want you to touch me! I want to taste Momo! I want to taste you! I want to taste her on you!" the poor thing recited desperately. "I want you inside me!"

Saiki pulled away for a moment, looking Kyoka in the eye before leaning to her other side to offer Momo a wicked smile. "Well my dark mistress, I think it's time we prepared our new plaything, don't you?"

"Of course," Momo purred. Without warning her hands that had been stroking Kyoka's tummy came up, pulling the girl's shirt with it. Saiki unbuckled the belt and unfastened the buttons on her ripped jeans. In short order, Kyoka saw the flush extending down her body as she was stripped down to her underwear, and then stripped of that too. Momo stepped away to undress herself.

Meanwhile Saiki walked a circle around the punk examining her body like a judge as he carefully undressed from the top down. Every now and then he reached out to run hands and fingers over her body, humming to himself as though judging her quality. "Yes. So soft," he spoke with approval, "And yet so tight. So petite." Stepping up behind her in only his pants, he knocked her foot out, encouraging her to widen her stance as he reached around her to stroke her pussy with his fingers. "Yes. Very tight. I think we have a winner Momo."

"You should test her first, wouldn't you say?" Momo asked, re-joining the fun in a bustless black corset, heels and a thong. She bent the girl over as she quivered in anticipation, took her arms and snapped handcuffs onto Kyoka's wrists, tightening them to lock behind her back.

"Ahh!" Kyoka squealed, not just at the restraints but at the feeling of Saiki's cock kissing her lower lips. Instead of attempting to flee, her hips wiggled from side to side, forcing the rigid shaft to stimulate and flick across her lips. Already soaked from all the teasing. "Please," she begged again, "I want it!"

"Do you think you deserve it?" he asked. "Will you be a good girl?"

"No! I want to be a bad girl! I want you to teach me, to make me a bad girl!"

There were no wrong answers to that question it seemed. Without warning or announcement, Saiki pushed forward, sliding his thick cock inside Kyoka's soaked pussy inch by inch. No slowing, no restraint. Just one long, smooth movement that had the petite girl groaning in exquisite ecstasy.

"I think you said something about wanting to taste me earlier," Momo spoke as she took her place in front of Kyoka's face. Taking the girl's head in one hand, she slips her thong aside with the other. "Well?"

"Haa... Y-Yes, mistress," Kyoka gasped. As more meat was thrust inside her from behind, she leaned forward, stretching her tongue out to lap at the beautiful pink folds presented to her.

"Ahh," Momo moaned lightly, moving closer to make the new pet's job easier. "That's it, just like that. Taste as much as you like. Enjoy it."

"She certainly is," Saiki observed as he reached the depths of the petite girl's virgin-tight pussy. No hymen, but the young man could guess how she broke it as her jacks worked to play with her own body in place of her hands. The flared base of his cock spread her folds just that little bit wider as he bottomed out. Then he began enjoying her for real, happily thrusting away at the tightest pussy he had ever had. Kyoka's womanhood wrapped around him, caressed and sucked his shaft in with a delicious grip. She felt so good he could scarcely believe the moment could be better, but looking up to see the punk girl eagerly licking Momo's pussy, the rich girl's beautiful curves shining with sweat. It rendered all of his satisfaction beyond words to describe it.

They both enjoyed her. Their new pet. Their new toy. Their new girlfriend. Using her from both ends. But neither of them expected what happened next. Neither expected that Kyoka wouldn't be satisfied with that.

"Oh my!" Momo gasped, her free hand covering her mouth.

"Well," Saiki spoke in fake affront, looking down at what Kyoka's jacks were doing. "It looks like this isn't enough for her." He tutted disappointedly, staring down at where Kyoka's jacks had twirled together to plunge in and out of her asshole. He pulled out of her clutching cunt right as she was about to reach her peak.

"Wha...?" Kyoka whined, her hips shaking, begging silently for him to put it back in.

The blue-haired boy pulled her upright, spun her around and pulls her in, his cock pressing heavily against her abdomen. "Is our pet unsatisfied?"

"No, no!" the girl tried to deny, only to groan as she felt Momo take her jacks in hand and pull them out of her ass. "I–I!"

"Well, we'll just need to try harder, won't we?" he asked Momo over their pet's shoulder. The buxom girl smiled back at him, knowing what he intended.

"What do you–? Oh!" Her question died as her new boyfriend picks her up by her thighs and plunges her down on his cock. She smiled, feeling the difference in this new position, only to frown as he didn't do anything further. Then, her eyes flew wide as she felt something thick and hard prodding her asshole. "M–Momo?" she asked, feeling a pair of shapely breasts pressed into her back.

"Saiki's right. If you want more," Momo told her, the head of the strap-on she just made slipping inside her tightest hole, "We'll have to give you more!"

"Oh, f-fuck! Fuck!" The good girl cursed as she felt her orifices filled front and back at once. Her boyfriend fucking her pussy while her girlfriend drove a dildo into her ass. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She couldn't keep her voice quiet as they bounced her between them, the two cocks slamming into her in tandem, her nipples scraping against Saiki's chest as she felt Momo's heaving tits pressed into her back.

She came. She came hard as she realised her first time, her loss of virginity, was in a bisexual threesome getting double-penetrated. She'd like to hear Saiki calling her a good girl now!

"You're such a good girl."

Though not like that.

"Such a needy little slut, aren't you?" he taunted her even as he continued bouncing her against Momo's body. "You kept pretending you didn't want this but deep down you would've begged on your knees for us to fuck you like this, wouldn't you?"

"Y-Yes!" she groaned as she came again.

"You'll be happy to be our little sex pet, won't you?"

"Yes!"

"Get ready, Kyoka, we're just getting started with you."

"I can't wait!"

"Take it then!" Saiki demanded, pulling her all the way down onto his cock, letting Momo slip out of her ass. The sensation of being full from both sides swiftly turned to a bloated sensation in her womb as Saiki poured his hot cum inside her. Filling her until it sprayed from the seal around his cock.

He carried her, still impaled on his shaft, her mind a thousand miles away. Stopping by the bed, he lay her down. "Momo, your turn," the young man announced, pointing at the foot of the bed.

Excitedly, the buxom heiress stood where he directed her, Kyoka's head once again resting between her legs. "Oh!" Like Kyoka before her, she found herself bent over, her own face inches away from the petite girl's leaky pussy. She watched as cum dribbled from out of the well-fucked pussy lips.

"Clean her up," he ordered her. She didn't instantly comply. There was a touch of hesitance, but as she felt that shaft that made Kyoka see stars prod at her own folds, she leaned further and begins lapping at the salty fluids.

Kyoka stirred. Came to full awareness just in time to see Saiki's cock plunge into Momo's thirsty snatch. Then, as he bottomed out inside, he pushed her down as if to feed more inside, pushing the sight closer to the satisfied girl's face. She licked her lips as she feels the combined juices of her lovers drip onto her face. More than enough to entice her into sliding her tongue along the connection between her lovers, tonguing Saiki's cock and Momo's pussy at once. All while Momo drank the cum from her pussy.

It was hard for the boy to believe that things had escalated this quickly but he couldn't deny the evidence. Two beautiful girls enjoying each other and him in such depraved ways with barely any prompting from him once things got going. He didn't have time to consider his incredible fortune. This culmination of the great turnaround his life has taken. All he could think about was how soft Momo's ass was as his hips slapped against it, how round and shapely her tits were in his palms as he fondled them. Her smooth, arched back as she kept herself low to drink his cum from another woman. All while that other woman fondled his balls while licking his cock. The world was a beautiful place. This moment the greatest in his entire life and he couldn't wait to make more like it.

Once again Saiki dumped his seed inside of a pleased and willing hole, Momo sighing happily at the feeling of hot cum splashing her pussy walls. And just like Momo had, Kyoka leaned up to drink his cum from her the moment his cock slipped out.

The cleanup wasn't as horrendous as it could have been. While the three teens were sweaty and tired by the end, the sexual fluids mostly ended up eagerly swallowed than left to stain the sheets. Kyoka's arms were freed with both Saiki and Momo massaging the smaller girl who went through the most strenuous activity out of the three of them. Though the glowing smile on her face made it clear she wouldn't have wanted anything less. Before long, the three of them were naked in bed together, finally ready to get a proper night's rest before their early flight the next morning.