Look who is back, Here we go again was not abandoned I had other fics to focus on I apologise for the delay.
Day 25
Izuku had a headache. Three days ago, he had created two more islands and sent Pride on a hunt to gather materials for his armor.
The first addition was Target Islands—a group of small islands surrounding a larger one. These served as battlefields and training grounds, while the central island housed a grand stadium. It would be used to settle major conflicts, host friendly matches, conduct executions, and hold tournaments.
The second was a massive floating island named the Educational Center. As the name suggested, it was meant to be a school for everyone.
Understanding the importance of knowledge for both sides, Izuku prioritized the academy's construction. He personally helped alongside the people from the Viridian Isles, and with his abilities—along with the orcs' help—the work progressed swiftly. After two days of relentless effort, the academy building was nearly complete, save for a few minor details.
Almost immediately after its completion, the school saw its first students. The name IMS Academy—short for Izuku Midoriya's Academy—had been decided by vote. Naturally, Izuku was the only one against using his own name.
As expected, he became the headmaster and the sole teacher, instructing everyone while, in turn, learning about this world from Liphious.
At first, things went as smoothly as they could, but soon, Izuku realized a major issue—only a tiny fraction of students were actually learning. The vast majority were either too awestruck by him or completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information he was throwing at them.
Izuku sighed. He truly had no idea how to teach.
'I can help. I was a rebel leader in my day—I have experience in public speeches and getting through to thick-headed people.' Yoichi's voice echoed in his mind, laced with amusement. Izuku could practically hear the smirk in his tone. In the background, Kudo (the Second) scoffed.
"Alright..." Izuku muttered. Then, without hesitation, he turned to his class.
"Guys! I have headmaster duties to attend to, so I'll be sending in a new teacher for you. Please treat him well!"
Without waiting for a response, he bolted from the room, leaving behind a classroom full of confused and dumbfounded students.
Izuku ran into the headmaster's office, flexing his left arm. His titanium spike extended from his wrist, gleaming under the light. Without hesitation, he slashed his right wrist.
Blood gushed from the wound, pooling in midair and taking on the vague shape of a humanoid figure.
The transformation was rapid—bones formed first, followed by muscles, organs, nerves, and finally, skin. The flesh puppet's complexion turned pale, almost sickly. His hair grew out to shoulder length—a plain yet slightly messy mass of white strands. Then, his bright green eyes snapped open, meeting Izuku's own emerald ones. At that moment, Izuku felt Yoichi's presence settle into the body, along with 15% of One For All's power vanishing as his soul took hold.
"Hey, First!" Izuku greeted, already turning away to rummage for clothes. After all, Yoichi was currently completely naked.
Meanwhile, Yoichi's first instinct upon coming back to life was to take a deep breath. His second? To reach for his crotch—only to find nothing there.
With a closed-eye smile, he asked, "Izuku, where is my big, hard, foot-long cock?"
Izuku turned to him with a smirk. Everything about Yoichi's body was perfectly sculpted… except for one thing. Where his genitals should have been, there was nothing but smooth, mannequin-like skin.
"That's your incentive for teaching," Izuku said smugly. "After your teaching hours are over, I'll give you a huge, hard, foot-long cock so you can try seducing one or more of the students—though Shu is off-limits." His tone turned serious at the last part.
The moment those words left his mouth, his mindscape erupted into chaos. Even the normally composed Second and Third were eagerly volunteering to be the next teachers.
'Everyone will get their turn,' Izuku thought, grinning. 'I can even give you your reward personally, Nana!'
That last thought backfired spectacularly. A violent blush overtook his face as his mindscape fell into stunned silence—save for the chewing noises from the Sins, who were clearly enjoying the spectacle of their original making a fool of himself.
Luckily, Yoichi couldn't hear Izuku's thoughts while outside the mindscape, so he remained blissfully unaware of the internal embarrassment. Instead, he stretched his left hand experimentally, and with a sudden spurt of blood, four small spikes erupted from his knuckles, along with a larger one from his wrist.
"Ouch!" Yoichi winced. "I didn't realize it hurts you every time you use them."
Shaking his head, he took the clothes Izuku had found and left the office, making his way to class. But more importantly, he had a mission—to find a target to use his newfound authority over.
He had died a virgin. He wasn't about to stay one in death. Or was this after death? It didn't matter. Seeing Izuku's and the Sins' sex lives had left him so pent up that no one could possibly imagine.
Back to the Present
Izuku sat slumped over his desk, his head buried in a mountain of paperwork. He had severely underestimated just how much administrative work came with running both a town and a school practically alone.
Yes, his commanders helped, but he was using a system from his world. For them to be of any real assistance, they'd need months of learning to understand it.
"Ugh, what a headache…" Izuku groaned, rubbing his temples.
He had been at it for hours, yet the pile of paperwork hadn't lessened in the slightest.
Just as Izuku was about to give up and head home, his office door silently opened and closed.
He recognized those footsteps—silent, undetectable. Anyone else might have been caught off guard, but not him. He had trained her himself, in more ways than one, and unless she truly intended to surprise him, she wouldn't succeed.
Looking up from his dreadful pile of paperwork, Izuku's tired expression melted into a bright smile as he met the gaze of his lovely red-haired catgirl.
"Hey, Shu—mmph!"
Before he could finish, Shu lunged at him, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Izuku didn't care that his neatly stacked documents were now scattered across the floor. The only thing that mattered was the woman straddling him, desperately trying to devour his lips. Of course, he responded with equal ferocity.
Sensing that his chair wasn't built to handle their current position, two tendrils of pure black matter extended from his shoulders, stabilizing it.
His hands tangled in her hair, fingers trailing up to her furry red ears. The moment he touched them, Shu's aggression melted into a soft purr, giving Izuku the perfect opportunity to take control. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dominating hers as she surrendered to his touch.
When the lack of air finally forced Shu to pull away, Izuku smirked, admiring her flushed face and the way she panted for breath. A thin strand of saliva still connected them.
"Aren't you awfully frustrated today?" he teased, his own face slightly flushed, though he remained far more composed than her.
"Of course I am, Izuku," Shu purred, her yellow, slit-pupiled eyes staring deep into his. "I wish you'd taught me… personally."
Izuku chuckled, leaning back with a knowing smirk. "You and I both know that if I did that, there wouldn't be much learning going on."
Shu puffed out her cheeks in an adorable pout. "And what's so wrong about that?"
Oh my god, she knew exactly what excited him.
Her teasing was clearly working—grinding against his hardness only confirmed it.
Just then, three sharp knocks echoed through the room. Shu immediately hopped off him just as the door began to open.
Yoichi stepped inside and blinked. He could sense the thick sexual tension lingering in the air. Not that he needed to—he had already witnessed plenty from Izuku's mindscape.
Still, he wasted no time. "Izuku, I did what you told me. Give me my reward!" he demanded.
"Yeah, sure." Izuku nodded, biting his thumb. A thin stream of blood flowed through the air toward Yoichi, merging seamlessly with his flesh puppet body.
A second later, a noticeable bulge formed in Yoichi's pants.
"Yes!" Yoichi whooped before sprinting out of the room like an overexcited child.
Izuku sweatdropped. Inside his mindscape, the other vestiges mirrored his reaction. Seeing their First act like this was definitely a first for them. Then again… they couldn't really judge. When they got their turn at living again, they'd probably react the same way.
"Well, anyway, it's not the time for this—I have paperwork to do!" Izuku said regretfully, looking at the mountain of documents on his desk.
Shu sighed but nodded in understanding. She crouched down, collecting the scattered papers from the floor and neatly stacking them back onto his desk. As she did, her tail flicked, and she gave Izuku a knowing smile.
"I understand, Master," she purred, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. "But I can still help you~"
Izuku raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan to help me?"
Shu leaned forward, resting her chin on his desk, her ears twitching playfully. "Well… I could help with stress relief." Her voice dipped into a teasing whisper, her breath tickling his ear. "Of course, that depends on whether you promise to finish your work afterward. No slacking, Master."
Izuku smirked, playing along with her game. "And if I say no?"
Shu gasped in mock horror, her tail flicking. "Then I guess you'll just have to suffer through this boring paperwork all on your own~"
Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. But if I catch you distracting me too much, I'm making you do the paperwork instead."
Shu's ears twitched, and she visibly recoiled. "The horror!" she gasped dramatically. "Fine, deal~"
With that, she crawled under his desk, her warm presence already distracting him. Izuku sighed, taking his pen back in hand. "Thanks, Shu. I'd appreciate this every day—this work would be way too boring otherwise."
For fifteen minutes straight, Izuku worked through his paperwork without any distractions, save for the occasional glance downward. His left hand idly stroked Shu's head, fingers threading through her silky red hair as she purred softly, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.
Each time their eyes met, her adoring yellow gaze sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. She wasn't even trying to be discreet—if anything, she wanted people to know exactly what was happening. Typical Shu.
'At this rate, she's going to make sure the entire island hears about this.'
It wasn't as bad as Lust, though. That sin had no restraint whatsoever. Izuku still remembered the sheer awkwardness of watching Lust seduce Liphious' wife right in front of him—only for Liphious to turn out to be a cuck. That had been… an experience.
Izuku was pulled from his thoughts as he felt the familiar pressure building inside him—he was close, very close. Sensing it, Shu increased her pace, her movements growing more intense as she took him deeper at her own discretion.
Just as he reached his peak, spilling down Shu's throat, the office door swung open once again. His own visage stepped inside, completely unfazed by the lewd sounds filling the room.
"H-Hello, Pride," Izuku greeted with a flush, his emerald-green eyes meeting his Sin's golden ones. He wasn't ashamed—if it had been anyone else, it might have been different, but the Sins were just fragments of himself. He had nothing to hide from himself. And even if he did, Pride had lived in his mind since the beginning; he already knew exactly what Izuku was up to.
"It's done, Originator," Pride announced, setting down a large backpack.
"Alright, come back, Pride," Izuku nodded.
Without hesitation, Pride dissolved into a thick black smoke, vanishing into Izuku's body. He closed his eyes, bracing himself as three days' worth of memories flooded into his mind.
Blinking, he leaned back in his chair, processing Pride's experiences while idly enjoying Shu's mouth on his pride.
Abandoning his paperwork, Izuku placed both hands on Shu's head, guiding her movements as she eagerly took his 8 inch member completely. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but the smirk on her lips told a different story—she was enjoying this far more than she should.
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After a long afternoon of intense exertion, Izuku returned to his newly built home with Shu, only for their activities to continue late into the night. Now, with midnight stretching on, Shu lay sprawled in the bedroom, completely passed out from exhaustion, while Izuku stood alone on the balcony of his pristine white stone house.
The structure itself was large yet simple, a modern design crafted entirely from white stone. It lacked any decorations—unfinished, just recently built—yet it stood strong and imposing in the moonlight.
Izuku, shirtless, leaned against the balcony railing, his emerald gaze fixed on the sky. But unlike other nights, he wasn't admiring the beauty of the stars or the silver glow of the moon. No, this time, he was drowning in the deepest case of post-nut clarity he had ever experienced.
He knew he couldn't process this particular matter with emotions, nor could he afford to postpone it any longer. So, with a quiet breath, he activated his trait—Ruthless.
A cold shift took over his mind, stripping away all emotions, leaving behind nothing but a calm, calculating machine. Normally, when he invoked Ruthless, it was to deal with his enemies. But tonight, he had to be ruthless toward himself.
Somewhere, in an entirely different universe, a certain half-demon, half-angel Pokémon trainer sneezed.
With Izuku.
After rethinking everything, Izuku came to a sobering conclusion.
"I'm running away." He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
For once, the inhabitants of his mind remained silent, allowing him to work through his thoughts on his own. They knew that if he couldn't solve this, only then would they step in.
As he released Ruthless, emotions surged back into his emerald eyes, the weight of realization pressing down on him.
"Ever since I was reincarnated, I've been running." He sighed, slumping against the balcony railing. "Training, growing stronger, building this kingdom, helping these people… It was all just an excuse—to escape my reality."
A heavy silence filled his mind, until a familiar motherly voice finally spoke.
"You okay, kid?" Nana asked gently, concern laced in her tone.
"Hey, you've seen that dick—we are anything but a kid." Lust interjected shamelessly.
"I have to agree! Our manhood surpasses all! No man shall ever compare to our sexual prowess and stamina!" Pride declared with absolute confidence.
"Damn right!" Wrath agreed wholeheartedly.
"Yeah, if we weren't us, we'd be absolutely envious." Envy nodded in fake solemnity.
"Even though I have no interest in such matters, I must admit… You have to try that dick at least once. I assure you, you won't regret it." Sloth, surprisingly awake for once, added his two cents.
Although Greed and Gluttony had nothing to say, they nodded along, clearly in agreement. Meanwhile, the vestiges could only laugh in amusement.
Inside the Mindscape…
"Why you little—!" Nana roared, her righteous fury igniting as she chased the sins around the main hall.
"I am a married woman with a child!" She bellowed, fists clenched.
Lust, completely unfazed, smirked. "You were married and had a child. But I assure you, this dick will make you forget any minors that ever entered your cave, because our pickaxe is the hardest and strongest!"
That was the final straw.
Nana lunged at him, fists flying, and the next few hours in Izuku's mindscape were filled with the sounds of pained cries, flesh meeting fists, and the unrelenting wrath of a former One for All wielder.
Outside the Mindscape…
Hearing everything that was unfolding in his mind, Izuku suddenly burst into uncontrollable, maniacal laughter.
It wasn't the laughter of a broken man—no, it was the laughter of someone who had just accepted the sheer absurdity of his life.
Fuck it." Izuku whispered, but those two words carried an immense weight—resolve, determination, and a quiet acceptance of what was to come.
Meanwhile, in his mindscape, chaos continued.
Nana had just begun wailing on Envy, who, completely unfazed, had launched into a monotone sales pitch about Izuku's dick. His voice was flat, robotic even, as if he were reading off a script.
And yet, despite the absurdity, Izuku knew—this moment would be a turning point.
"I'm not completely ready to face everyone… but at the very least, I want to save the one who desperately needs saving. One thing's for sure—things will never go back to the way they were." Izuku muttered, his gaze shifting to Shu's sleeping form, his expression unreadable.
'I don't want it to go back.'
He wasn't sure if what he felt was genuine love or just lust, but he knew one thing—he liked Shu. Not just because of the sex, but because of her. Her presence, her companionship, her everything. And that was enough.
Opening his inventory, Izuku put on his newly crafted armor, finally discarding his old costume. Now that he had real armor, there was no need for a simple outfit anymore.
The base of the costume was a sleek, form-fitting, matte black bodysuit made from a high-durability polymer that mimicked dragon scales for extra protection, making it highly resistant to slashes, bullets, and blunt-force damage. At will, the suit could harden to titanium-level durability, perfectly complementing Izuku's Tough as Titanium ability.
Draped over his shoulders was a dark, flowing cloak with an ethereal, smoke-like quality. This cloak served multiple purposes:
Nano-Tech Camouflage: When activated, it rendered Izuku invisible using his Zero Presence skill.
Smokescreen Integration: The cloak could release thick smoke clouds, amplifying his Smokescreen quirk for both defense and deception.
Defensive Barrier: The cloak could harden into a shield, providing protection in combat.
His helmet was a sleek, dragon-inspired design that completely covered his head. The crimson visor filtered through various wavelengths of light, including night vision and thermal vision. Integrated with Mind's Eye, the helmet allowed him to visualize and track enemies within a 50-meter radius. It also protected him during high-speed maneuvers, especially when using Telekinetic Flight or Full Cowling.
His chestplate was reinforced with layered carbon fiber and advanced polymers to shield him from heavy attacks. Integrated into it was a built-in storage unit, allowing him to summon Tamed Creatures or access his Inventory instantly. The chestplate also enhanced his STR x100 ability, ensuring he could channel his immense strength without damaging his body.
His gauntlets were designed to adapt to One For All and Solid Black, transforming based on the energy he channeled:
Titanium Claws: His right gauntlet could morph into massive energy claws for devastating melee attacks.
Black Blood Conduit: The right arm of the suit allowed him to channel Black Blood, transforming it into a deadly blade that grew stronger with every drop of absorbed enemy blood. The blade could be summoned or retracted at will.
Toxic Titanium Bone Spike: The left gauntlet housed a venomous spike, which extended and retracted instantly.
His leg armor was reinforced for high-speed combat while maintaining flexibility. His boots had built-in thrusters that activated when using Telekinetic Flight, enhancing his aerial mobility and maneuverability. The armor was also reinforced for high-impact landings and rapid movement.
A system window appeared infront of Izuku.
Beast King Suit
Type: Multi-Functional Combat Armor with Adaptive Stealth
Beast King Suit – Suit Abilities
1. Adaptive Armor: Adjusts durability and weight to match Izuku's quirk usage. It becomes lighter for speed and stronger for impact, ensuring no excess strain on his body.
2. Quirk Amplification: The suit synchronizes with his quirks, enhancing their power output while reducing energy consumption. At 100% One For All, the suit distributes power evenly to prevent self-damage.
3. Pheromone Regulator: Integrated with his Lust quirk, the suit controls and releases pheromones through microscopic vents, allowing Izuku to subtly manipulate or incapacitate enemies.
4. Black Blood Conduit: The right arm of the suit connects directly to his Black Blood, transforming into a deadly blade that absorbs enemy blood to increase its strength.
5. Necromantic Power: Linked to Izuku's Advanced Necromancy, allowing him to summon spirits or resurrect the fallen at will.
6. Instant Costume Transformation: Allows Izuku to switch between combat modes instantly, enabling seamless transitions between battle gear and stealth mode.
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Stat Enhancements
Strength Multiplier: The suit enhances STR x100, allowing Izuku to push past human limits without injuring himself.
Agility Dexterity Boost: The adaptive nature of the suit increases reaction speed and mobility, especially during Full Cowling and Telekinetic Flight.
Charisma Modifier: The suit adjusts Izuku's presence, amplifying his Majestic Aura and Pheromones to make him appear more imposing or charismatic, influencing both allies and enemies alike.
Standing atop his island, Izuku took one last look at the land he had built. The Dimensional Key of the Endless Forest materialized in his hand, its presence a silent reminder that it was time to leave.
His gaze lingered on Shu, watching her sleeping form with an unreadable expression. Then, without another word, he turned invisible, and a rift in space and time tore open behind him.
The moment he stepped through, Izuku found himself back in his room on Earth—a place that looked more like an All Might shrine than a bedroom.
It was hard to believe that only 25 days had passed since he had left for the Endless Forest. Back on Earth, time had remained frozen in his absence, waiting for his return.
Taking a deep breath, Izuku wasted no time.
"Envy."
In a burst of black smoke, an exact replica of Izuku appeared, donning the same suit. The only difference was the deep purple glow of Envy's visor.
Without needing further instruction, Envy morphed into a pitch-black raven and perched on Izuku's shoulder.
Moving silently, Izuku slipped out of the house, making sure not to wake his mother.
Once outside, he soared into the night, the bright city lights flashing past as he moved at blinding speeds. Envy, still in raven form, flew beside him—both of them completely undetectable to the naked eye or security cameras.
Within minutes, they arrived.
Hovering just above the Shie Hassaikai hideout, Izuku's gaze darkened.
The Shie Hassaikai hideout was an unassuming yet imposing structure, a remnant of old Japan hidden in the modern cityscape. From the outside, it appeared to be a traditional ryokan-style building, its aged wooden exterior blending into the quiet streets. The sliding shoji doors and tiled roof gave the impression of an old family estate, a place that had stood the test of time.
But beneath its humble facade, the building was a fortress.
The windows were reinforced with bulletproof glass, carefully concealed behind paper panels. The outer walls were deceptively thick, lined with security measures—hidden cameras, motion sensors, and concealed turrets meant to eliminate intruders.
Inside, the hideout was an intricate maze of corridors and chambers, each serving a purpose. The main hall retained a traditional aesthetic, with tatami flooring and hanging scrolls, but deeper within, the ambiance changed. The lower levels were stark, clinical, and eerily silent—a network of underground labs, holding cells, and weapons stockpiles.
This was not just a headquarters—it was a den of crime, a place where dark experiments and ruthless dealings took place under the guise of tradition.
And at the heart of it all was Overhaul.
Izuku and Envy moved silently through the corridors, avoiding guards and slipping past corners when necessary. Their approach was careful, calculated. Every step brought them closer to their target until Izuku found himself standing before a brightly lit door at the end of a dark corridor.
From inside, he could hear soft, muffled sobs.
He gritted his teeth, his entire body tensing. He knew who was inside. The urge to kick the door down was almost unbearable, but he held himself back. Instead, he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing himself to remain calm.
Reaching up, he removed his helmet. A single drop of his blood slid from his lips, slipping through the door's gaps like ink seeping into paper. With no need for specific details, he formed a body on the other side and transferred Nana into it.
A muffled cry of pain echoed from within.
A moment later, the door swung open abruptly, and there stood Nana. She was naked, but her form was mannequin-like, still incomplete. And yet, she smiled.
Izuku stepped inside.
Overhaul was there. His beak mask was shattered, crushed along with his nose, and his arms had been torn off below the elbows, rendering him utterly powerless.
The room was soaked in blood, but not his.
At the center of it all, strapped to a table, was a small girl. Her tiny hands were covered in scars, her ragged clothing barely concealing her frail frame. Long white hair cascaded around her, and atop her forehead sat a small, fragile horn.
Her red eyes—the same shade as her blood—held a mix of fear, caution, and just the faintest glimmer of hope.
Envy flew from Izuku's shoulder, landing beside the girl. With a single swift motion, his razor-sharp beak snapped through the restraints, freeing her.
Izuku smiled brightly as he stepped forward, his voice warm and reassuring.
"Hey, Eri. I'm Deku, and I'm here to help you!"
Eri's small, trembling voice carried a fragile hope.
"H-help me? Are you... a hero?"
Izuku chuckled. "Not yet, but I will be soon."
Then, he knelt to her level, extending a hand. "Do you want to come with me?"
Her red eyes lit up, but almost immediately, she looked away, her tiny fingers clutching at her tattered sleeves.
"I'm cursed... I make people disappear. I'm a monster." Her voice was small, vulnerable, filled with years of self-loathing planted in her by Overhaul.
Izuku's smile never wavered. Instead, he scooped her up into his arms, making her let out a startled squeak.
"If you're a monster, then you must be the cutest one ever! And I would know—I'm one too, after all!" He laughed, his tone playful.
But beneath that laughter, a tidal wave of fury churned.
Wrath was seething.
He wanted to rip that bird-faced bastard apart, make him suffer a hundredfold for every bit of pain he had inflicted on Eri. He wanted to pulverize him into nothingness—only to revive him and do it all over again. And for once, all the Sins and Vestiges were in agreement.
Eri's wide eyes blinked up at him. "You are?"
Izuku nodded, his expression gentle. "Yeah. And I'm building a kingdom for monsters like us. On my island, I control time, so you won't hurt anyone by accident."
Then, he pointed at Overhaul, his expression darkening. "I can even make that thing disappear if you want."
He knew he shouldn't have offered. He knew Eri needed to see her demons fade with her own eyes—or she'd forever be haunted by their ghosts.
She hesitated. Then, her small hands clenched into fists, and she lifted her gaze.
"Please… make that thing disappear. And take me with you!"
A vicious grin curled at the edges of Izuku's lips.
"Wrath."
The Sin manifested instantly, and what happened next… was better left unsaid.
By the time Izuku and Eri left the hideout, flying towards his home and then towards the Endless Forest, Eri was smiling.
It was faint. But it was there.
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