Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 30

“Ahhh...”

The forest is a big place. The campgrounds. The clearings and rocky cliff faces being used for training. And the immense woodlands around all of it. It would be a practical impossibility to monitor the entirety of it with so many places to stay hidden.

The perfect place for some irresponsible students to get some private time.

“Saiki, please, we shouldn’t do this! I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on everyone!”

Or even a responsible one if her boyfriend decides to be pushy.

Momo pants heavily as Saiki’s slightly larger frame pins her from behind against a tree. His hands run under her tracksuit, dipping and sliding over forbidden territory slick with sweat from her exertions. Her protests are insistent, but while she speaks them strongly, her body tells an entirely different story. Her backside pushing, grinding against his bulge as his hand squeezes her breast. Her jacket is soon unzipped, her sports bra already pulled up to let those glorious round breasts free to the open air. Her nipples showing reaction, already hardened from arousal and her boyfriend’s rough play.

“You say that,” he whispers, sliding her bottoms down with one hand, his fingers sliding into her panties. “This says something else.” He spreads her folds, strands of wetness spreading over her opening as one finger slips just barely inside. Just a taste. Just enough to inflame the lust pushing her to put her responsibilities aside for now. To have some fun with him instead.

“Someone might see! They’ll be looking for us!” she tries to insist. And yet she does nothing to push him away. She fully believes she can. Or rather, that if she tries he would let her. Instead, her hand joins his inside her panties. Trying to push him into giving her more.

“Your body is more honest,” he taunts, his whispers hot against her ear. “I’ll tell you what, class rep. I’ll only listen to your words. Do you really want me to stop? I will. Or,” his finger brushes over her clit ever so slightly, drawing a whimper and a bitten lip. “Or, do you want to be naughty today? Do you want me to show you a good time right here where anyone could see what a horny girl you are?”

“I’m not...”

“You’re not?” he asks, feigning surprise. “Well I guess that means you want me to stop then. Is that what you want?” His finger still strokes her entrance gently, encouraging her to come to the correct answer.

Uncertainty. Uncertainty swayed only by the thrilling shame of it all. “Please...” It had been so stressful for the past couple of days. Surely she deserves some relief too...

“Please what, Momo?” he asks, kissing her neck.

“I... Want to be naughty today.”

The shy excitement in her expression could be enough to make him rip through even his reinforced underwear, let alone her soft, round ass wiggling against it. His pants drop first before he slides her panties down, joining her bottoms gathered around her shins. His erect shaft is immediately trapped in the heat of the gap between her thighs, sliding under her slit.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Momo cries out, sliding herself up and down her boyfriend’s cock right there in the open. “Anyone could–!”

He wonders if she really believes that. He can hear anyone coming before they’ll be in sight, maybe even if they were sneaking around the woods for whatever reason. There’s no worry about getting caught. Still, “Then you’d better do your best to be quiet, huh? Much as I love those sexy moans of yours.” Even saying that, he grins to himself as he pulls back, then slides into her cunt in a not so gentle thrust.

“Ahh-nnn!” She squeals at the insertion, biting down on her hand to quiet it as much as she can.

“Wow,” he laughs, hips slapping against her as he fucks her deep and hard, “You can say what you should be doing all you want but your body is still way too honest. I can tell by how you’re tightening up down here. You love being out here like this, don’t you?” Only restrained whimpers answer him. “Either you like nature a whole lot, or maybe the idea of someone seeing you like this gets you excited.” He slows his pace, focusing on dragging his entire length in and out of her pussy in slow, torturous friction. “Is that it? Does Momo get off on the thought of people seeing her look like a slut?”

She shakes her head as if to deny it, but any denial is undercut by her letting out a throaty groan muffled by her hand, her pussy flooding with fresh juices. Her cunt tightening to a vicegrip as her knees shake.

“And again, your body is honest.” He holds in place while she rides out her orgasm, only pulling out once it’s over. He isn’t finished. Far from it. He points his shaft upward, then lets it go to slap against the crack of her ass. Taking those glorious round cheeks in his hands, he pushes them together, sandwiching his meat between her buns.

“What are you doing?” she asks with a little trepidation. Only for that trepidation to grow when, in the course of sliding between her buttocks, she feels him prod just slightly at her backdoor with each pass. “W-Wait, Saiki, hold on! I’ve never taken anything back there! I haven’t had chance to practice!”

“Wonder where that worry about being seen went,” he smirks. Her nervous, pleading look doesn’t go away at all. He sighs, affecting disappointment. “Well, if you really don’t want to...”

Bless the poor princess pushover. “I... Well if that’s what you really want,” she murmurs.

“Best girlfriend I could ask for,” he praises her and even means it. A beautiful girl with an incredible body, rich, bisexual, willing and even happy to let him fuck whatever girl he wants, will do anything for him with even the slightest prompting. He can’t ask for better. And all he has to give in return is a little emotional intimacy.

“Use this? Please?” she begs, her hand reaching back to point at her tailbone where a liquid substance starts to flow out and down her crack.

And she even comes with fun and unique features. Bonus. “The best,” he praises again, using the substance to lubricate his cock, then slides a finger coated in it into her asshole.

“Nn! That... Feels strange...” she mutters mostly to herself as she feels his finger wriggling inside her backdoor. 

He takes his time, making sure she’s properly prepared before positioning himself. “Just relax,” he offers as advice as he begins to push against that tight little rosebud.

“Hahnnn!” she groans, mostly in pain at the very large insertion.

“Just breathe...”

“It won’t fit!” she worries.

“It will. Just breathe and relax...” Gradually, the tight hole eases open until the head of his cock is able to push inside. “There you go.”

“Haa...! Haa...! Haa...!” The need to be quiet seems to have fled from her mind with her grunting pants.

“We’ll go slow, okay?” Saiki soothes, rubbing circles in her back with one hand while the other toys with her pussy.

“It’s... So big! It hurts!” she whines.

“That’s normal for your first time. You’ll get used to it.”

“It, haa, it seems so!” Momo gives an expression that’s half smile, half grimace as she feels him give her shallow thrusts that slowly dig deeper and deeper into her bowels. “I f-find Kyoka even more impressive than I already did now!”

“Don’t worry,” he ‘reassures’ her, the halfway point of his cock sliding past the tight ring of muscle. “You’ll be just as good at taking it in the ass as she is before long.”

“D-Don’t say things like that so casually!” she complains, even as she feels herself heat up from his comment. She doesn’t think she likes it as much as Kyoka seems to, though she can admit there is a certain... Dirty thrill in it. Perhaps she won’t be as eager as Kyoka is, but she wouldn't mind doing this on special occasions. Or... If he does something especially nice for her. Or if he asks nicely.

“There we go,” Saiki groans, revelling in the heat and tightness. “I’m all the way in, Momo,” he informs her. Not entirely true but he has no intention of trying to force the bulge at the base inside her. Fucking Katsumi. “How does it feel to lose your last virginity, Momo? And all to the same guy. How romantic.”

“I haven’t yet,” she answers, wondering at the incredibly full, overstuffed feeling of her ass. “You haven’t finished.”

Saiki grins. He isn’t sure that’s how it works, but it’s fair enough. He takes hold of her wide hips and starts taking her ass. Gently at first. It’s still her first time and he doesn’t want to put her off the experience. He intends to get full enjoyment of her plump backside from many years to come. Her. Kyoka. Katsumi. They’ll be famous heroes. Each and every one his bitch as he stands at the top of their profession. He has that chance. Every doubt he’s felt over the past week. Every experience of feeling like he isn’t enough. It has to stop. All of those fears, those anxieties, they don’t help him. So he will cast them aside. Asking if he can is pointless. He will or won’t. All he can do is everything he can do. So he’ll do that, because even if he doesn’t, even if he ends up just another runner up...

... No! That’s not a reality he accepts! It doesn’t matter whether giving all he has isn’t enough! What he’s doing right now, he spanks Momo hard on the ass getting a surprised yelp from her. That! This rich girl jackpot of a woman, she’s his! He just made her cum and now he’s balls deep fucking her ass! A guy who can do that, he doesn’t get to be a loser! A guy who can do that doesn’t get to be a runner up! For one glorious weekend he tamed the number eight hero with his dick! A guy that does that doesn’t get to be second best anymore! He has no choice but to go on and accomplish bigger and better things! Earning wealth! The fame and adoration of millions, billions, even! Taming even more bitches! And the number one spot! It’s his! He’ll take it and who gives a damn if the world thinks he deserves it!

It’s this thought, this revelation that runs through his mind as his hips smack against Momo’s pale ass one last time, his seed flooding out of his cock to paint and fill her bowels. To mark her last hole as his personal property.

... Not exactly the most traditional impetus for a firming of one’s resolve, but he knows what he’s about.

As he comes to his senses, he realises Momo is holding on to the tree for dear life, her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hanging out. Only belatedly does he realise that she came again, but his vigorous fingering of her pussy didn’t slow to give her a reprieve. Oops. He takes the temporarily mindless girl in his arms and spins her around, sitting against the tree.

Still with his dick in her ass. Because that’s fun.

It takes the poor girl a moment to come back to her senses. Realise her new position, exactly how lewd she looks with her breasts hanging free, his seed leaking out from her ass to drip between their legs. “W-Wow.” She giggles lightly, breathlessly. “I can’t believe we did that!” He kisses her which only sends her into more giggles at the tenderness in such a lewd scene. “I must look such a slut!”

“You do,” he agrees, smiling at her narrow-eyed look, “and it’s beautiful.” Even so, he pulls her sports bra back into place, Momo adjusting it for comfort immediately after.

“Is it going to go down?” she feels the need to ask. Much as she’s gotten somewhat used to the intrusion even if she feels a little raw, it’s a little disconcerting.

“Not while it’s in that sexy ass of yours.”

“Stop it!” she admonishes him with a laugh.

The two take some time enjoying the moment, basking in the afterglow. The forest backdrop makes it a surprisingly serene scene, despite how their bodies are connected.

“You want to be the best, that’s what you said last night,” Momo says quietly, not wanting to break the peace of the moment too badly. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to do that if you keep making such shameful displays as this one.”

He can tell she’s joking, but even so he answers her seriously. “You’d be surprised. Captain Celebrity does better than fine. Though the culture he comes from is way different to ours.” Scandal is expected for people in the public eye in the west. They seem to crave it on some level. While Japan... “Being an upstanding paragon like All Might is only one path to the top,” he says after a somewhat lengthy pause. “It’s not one I could ever walk, not that I want to.” 

The Japanese perception of inherited class and status will always follow him. There’s nothing he can do about that. If he were to go to the west, pull an All Might and try to go big over there? Yeah, the story of an orphan kid from a broken home rising to the top, they’d eat that shit up and ask for seconds. But in Japan it’s a stigma that will stick to him like glue.

And... That’s exactly the reason it has to be here. He has to win here. Nowhere else would have the same impact, for him or for the nation at large.

“Well, whatever path you want to walk,” Momo says, turning his head to look him directly in the eye, “If you be the best hero you can be, I know you can make it.” She smiles. Wills him to believe it. “I believe in you.”

At first, he feels the urge to roll his eyes. He remembers someone else who said that to him once, long before he got into UA. But, as she holds eye contact, he finds himself unable to so easily dismiss her words as ‘the proper thing to say’ as he did back then. She believes in him. It isn’t just words she’s telling him. She’s willing him to believe it, doing her best to prove her sincerity. Does she know he finds it difficult to believe that sort of thing? After spending his entire life being told he wouldn’t amount to anything, and here she comes. Half naked in the woods, pushed into public anal, his dick still inside her, none of it matters.

Because she wants him to know, wants him to believe, that she believes in him.

He doesn’t know what to say. There are a half dozen right things to say that float through his mind but for once none of them seem sufficient.

But then he hears something else. And loses the moment. Suddenly, he rolls his girlfriend off of him and forcibly pulls up her pants. “Wha– Saiki!” He doesn’t have time to answer, quickly doing the same for his own clothing and sitting back against the tree.

Seconds later, a ginger-haired girl appears from the trees. “Ugh, finally found you, Yaoyorozu.”

“Kendo!” Momo exclaims from her position laying on the ground propped up by one elbow.

The girl, Kendo, the class rep for Class 1-B, gives her fellow representative a disapproving look. “Class B’s time is up. It’s Class A’s turn. Did you not notice?”

Her expression wooden, she nods slowly. “I’ll be right there.”

Kendo’s mouth opens as if to say something else, but her eyes dart between the two other students, narrow, and her mouth closes again. Whatever she was going to say she seems to have changed her mind, instead walking away with a hint of embarrassed redness rising to her face.

The colour of the rich girl’s face is just about a match. The embarrassment of being caught in a compromising position too much for her to even form words.

“I got caught up in the moment,” Saiki admits.

“It’s fine,” Momo assures him despite not at all sounding like it’s fine. “H-Here.” From out of her arm a small sliver of soap appears. “Use this to wash up.” She follows up with a small pot of water.

“Thanks,” he smiles weakly before the two get to the task of cleaning themselves.

“D-Do you think she...?”

“She probably suspects.”

His girlfriend moans in despair. “She was right, I’m a terrible representative.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you bust your ass for our class. Don’t think we don’t know that.” He looks to where Kendo came from with a frown. “Want me to find a way to give her a spanking?”

“No.” She matches his frown. “Well... Maybe. It was very rude.” Fixing her dark hair back into place, Momo sighs. “We do need to get back though.”

Saiki’s ears twitch. “Yeah, I’m right behind you.” He watches her go for a second. “Wait, Momo?” She stops. Her head turns to look at him. “I... Thank you. For... What you said before.”

As awkward as she feels in the moment, Momo can’t help but smile back. “Of course!”

The boy embarrassed for entirely different reasons to his girlfriend waits and watches her leave. Only when she’s out of sight do his eyes look to the trees above. And as if that’s what she’s waiting for, Ragdoll appears, dropping down to hang from a tree branch by her legs. “How’s it hangin’ stud?” Her eyes widen when he pulls his pants down in answer. “Oh, not hanging at all. That’s some stamina.”

He gives her a sour look. One she’s more than used to from him by now. “Are you constantly spying to perv on me now? That one look and one grope not enough for you?”

“I already told you,” she says, rolling her eyes as her head sways back and forth, “I know where everynyan is at all times.” She winks, sticking her tongue out at him.

Saiki is less than impressed with Ragdoll’s antics. “If you’re not gonna jump on this then fuck off. Or at least knock off the catgirl shtick.”

“Aww, but I thought you liked pussy!”

He gapes, recoils. “Holy shit, I take it back. I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone less in my entire life.”

The pussycat hums, somehow making the sound come out condescending. “That’s just your unrefined tastes talking. You prefer girls like her,” the manic hero nods in the direction Momo just left, her voice dripping with disdain. “The little airhead with more tits than sense.”

Suddenly, she isn’t hanging from the branch anymore. It drops out from under her, broken from its tree without warning. Still, with cat-like grace she rolls in the air to land on her feet. She watches her temporary charge make his own landing from his sudden assault.

His feet touch down, his head turning to send a dark look her way. One filled with severity and ill intentions. “Keep talking shit. I dare you.”

Ragdoll... Smiles. It isn’t her usual manic smile. It isn’t teasing. In fact, to Saiki, it almost seems proud. More than enough to take the wind out of his sails. “You’re growing,” she tells him. “In more ways than you realise. When you understand it, I wonder if you’re remember this as the turning point.” Before he can ask her what the hell that means, she walks, then skips past him, her joyful persona back in place. “You should get back to your training!”

Once again, Ragdoll comes and goes, leaving Saiki only confused about what the hell just happened. That makes two out of three encounters with the bizarre and irritating pro.

He doesn’t see the persona slip once again when she knows she’s out of earshot. “I look forward to seeing it,” she grins entirely to herself, completely genuine. “The kind of hero you’ll be.”

-(-)-

The test of courage is bullshit.

Well, of course it is. Saiki doesn’t feel like he’d be blowing anyone’s mind by saying so, so he doesn’t bother. Except for Iida, but Iida is a too smart moron who thinks everything they do is some kind of bullshit hidden test or training exercise. What the test of courage is is simple. It’s a way for the students to blow off a little steam after doing strenuous training for days. A chance to unwind.

Being honest, Saiki can see he likes the idea a lot. It sounds like fun. Getting paired off with someone to walk through a spooky forest? It’s practically a carnival haunted house date scenario. It would be the perfect chance to score points with Momo or Kyoka, or tease the ever-loving shit out of Katsumi, maybe worm his way into Ochako or the frog girl’s good graces.

“I’ll be counting on you, Saisei.”

Saiki’s red eyes glare at the blond idiot. “Mm-hm.” Tail guy. He got paired with fucking tail guy of all people! Bad enough he gets paired with a guy, he gets paired with the least likeable or interesting guy in the entire class! At least Aoyama he could laugh at behind his back! Tail guy is too boring to even laugh at!

He hears the feminine screams coming from the forest. Oh, man, what if one of those was Katsumi?! He could’ve held that over her for the rest of her life! He... “Hey,” he speaks up suddenly, “Does something smell weird?”

Pixie-Bob and Tiger both look at him. The blond woman rubs her nose, and takes a breath in through it. “You’re right. Something smells rotten.”

“Hey, over there!” Izuku calls out, pointing in the direction of smoke rising over the tree line.

“Did someone start a fire?” Mandalay asks, alarmed at the idea of one of the students starting a forest fire for their little game.

But the fire falls below a more immediate concern as Pixie-Bob suddenly launches into the shadows of the forest, only to re-emerge hanging from the end of what looks like a metal girder. The blonde powerhouse of the pussycats is dropped without ceremony to the dirt. Not removed from the implement, instead slammed down with the movement of the mass of metal, leaving her head pinned under it. The other end held by a person with dark red hair, wearing sunglasses despite the night hour. “First, we need to remove these feral cats,” they say, smiling as they hold the hero in place despite her being unconscious.

 “How are you this evening, students of UA,” another figure speaks as he emerges from the shadows. His appearance vaguely reptilian with green, scaled skin, purple hair, and wearing an oddly familiar mask over his eyes. “We are from the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains!”