Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 27

As Saiki lies in bed, Kyoka sandwiched between he and Momo as the two girls continue to sleep, he comes to a sudden realisation.

He forgot to take a picture last night.

He curses silently to himself. How could he have forgotten? Was he just so excited to finally fuck them both? He took pictures as mementos of his conquests and yet somehow he missed what might be the greatest of his life? This won’t stand. But what can he do? They’re both sleeping and pulling out his phone to snap a picture would wake them up for sure.

Well... There’s one thing he knows they’ll all have to do in the morning. Carefully, he gets up about a half hour before the others will be woken by the alarm. Extricates his arm from the sleepy Kyoka and heads to the bathroom. Relieves himself mostly to keep up appearances, then slots his phone into his overnight bag sitting on the counter, poking out of the top and pointed straight at the shower. The next steps will be child’s play. It won’t be the same as getting a shot of their freshly fucked pussies right after deflowering them, but it’ll have to do.

So proud of his solution he isn’t fully aware when he opens the door and Kyoka is standing there naked. She covers her petite breasts with an arm, the other placing her hand over her womanhood. He can see the half second of realisation setting in that he’s more than seen it all. Slowly, her arm lowers, leaving her chest on display but still covering her mound. “Uhh, hi.”

“Good morning,” he answers with a smile, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“I guess,” she half-answers, clearly feeling self-conscious the morning after her first time. “So... Can I use the bathroom?”

Saiki blinks as he realises he’s been blocking the door without meaning to. “Oh, sorry, yeah, go ahead,” he waves her through, stepping out himself. A couple of minutes later Kyoka comes out again, grabs some clothes from her suitcase the retreats back onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. Saiki’s hand reaches out to halt the door from closing. “Taking a shower?”

“Umm, yeah?” she asks more than answers, confused why he’s stopping her.

“How about I join you?” he suggests, “Since we’re up early we’ll have some extra time before we need to get ready.”

He isn’t even hiding his intentions, Kyoka can tell. No excuse of ‘saving time’ by sharing a shower. Instead explicitly saying it’ll take longer. She flushes slightly, letting the door open and her new boyfriend enter. She steps back to set the water running and that’s all the opportunity he needs to step up behind her, kissing at her neck as his hands run over her body. She can feel it, already hard and sliding into the crack of her ass. Her earjacks twirl, wrap around his wrists. If she doesn’t focus she knows where they’ll end up. Saiki doesn’t need any help to get her going. She can feel the slight damp between her legs and it has nothing to do with the shower. “Sh-shit,” she curses as her hand jerks, cranking the hot water too high.

“What’s wrong?” the muscular boy asks teasingly in an absurdly innocent tone.

She groans from frustration and arousal. “You know damn well what’s wrong, jerk,” she mutters. “Ah!” His arms wrap around her middle, picking her up and carrying her into the shower with him. “Hey, come on!” She turns around, putting her hands on his solid chest, feeling far smaller and more vulnerable than she should. She’s petite and she knows it, but Saiki isn’t that much bigger than her. He’s like a bulkier Todoroki. But standing there in the shower with him, it’s more like All Might looming over her. She doesn’t know where this thrill comes from, this intense enjoyment she gets from being the smaller, the weaker, the submissive. She might lay the blame at Saiki himself. Her first real experience with another person had been him goading her into doing what he wanted, then toying with her at his leisure until she came so hard she ruined her panties. Little wonder her body decided that yes, she liked that and wanted more.

He’s messing with her. Using her. Manipulating her. He’s a cheat. Self-serving. One of these days she expects he’ll just throw her away. She isn’t an incredible beauty like Momo, an amazing talent like Katsumi or inspiring like Izuku. He’ll get bored of her one day. And on that day, even knowing just how rotten he can be she’ll still be sad when it ends. Bastard or not, he’s still giving her the thrill ride of her life.

Saiki knows nothing of her inner turmoil. All he sees is a cute girl staring up at him with wide eyes like he’s her god descended to Earth. He turns her around, grabs the soap and runs it over her skin, sensuously washing her body, her own hands following his to lather the soapy water. His rigid shaft continues to slide against her pert little ass. “You know I’m kind of jealous of Momo, getting to break this in,” he comments, pulling her hips into his to wedge his cock into her crack. “I never thought you’d be the kind of girl to like it in the back door.”

“Yeah, so what?” she replies defensively. “I got... Curious, you know. Found out it felt kinda nice when I... You know...”

“Yeah, I got that impression when your jacks started double-fucking it without you even thinking about it,” he smirks, putting down the soap to focus all of his attention on feeling her body. His hand slides between her thighs to rub her folds. Hard to tell how wet she is in the shower but her pussy lips eagerly spread for his fingers. “Wanna give me a turn?”

She swallows. She can feel how much bigger he is than the dildo Momo used the previous night. It’s worrying, but that only makes it more thrilling a proposition. “I guess,” she says in an attempt to be nonchalant.

“You’d do better at sounding casual if you didn’t spread your legs the second I asked.” She can hear the grin in his voice as he reaches for a bottle of lotion, probably Momo’s, and squirts some into his hand. Rubs it over and then in her asshole with two fingers.

“Mm,” she grunts at the slight, slippery intrusion.

His hand slides over his cock, coated in a generous dollop of lotion. Then pokes at her tightest hole as her legs spread as much as they can in the tub. She bends over, leans against the wall to make it easier. An instant later she’s glad she did as she feels something huge press against her asshole. “Ffffffff...”

“Keep breathing and relax,” he speaks in a low, calming voice.

“I know, dammit!” she snaps even as she does just that. “You’re just too big!”

“No such thing.”

“There sure as hell i-nnnnngh!” Her complaints die unmourned as she feels the head pop inside her tight little ass, feels Saiki start to make shallow thrusts to open up her guts for his huge cock to slide into. “Ha-ah-ah-ah!” she lets out quiet little cries with every bit of pressure he puts on her hole. “S-so... Nnnngh!”

“You doing okay?” her boyfriend asks, playing with a nipple and her pussy as he continues driving himself deeper inside her back door.

“K-keep... Keep going! Please!” she begs. She never felt so full. He’s bigger than any dildo she felt brave enough to try. Her asshole is going to remember the shape of his cock for the rest of her life, she knows it.

“Saiki?” a sleepy voice gains their attention. “Kyoka?” Momo stands in the door, naked as the day she was born, rubbing at her eyes as she stares at them. “Good morning!” she greets them cheerfully, as though she didn’t just find them fucking in the shower.

“Morning, Momo,” Saiki greets her right back, still pumping away at Kyoka’s ass. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” the beautiful, raven-haired heiress sighs in utter relaxation. “I think it might have been the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. I wish it could have lasted longer.”

“S-Sorry,” Kyoka strains to say, “Did we wake you up?” As if to punish her for trying to be as casual as he is, Saiki’s hand comes down on her ass. “Ahh, nngh!” She squeals then groans as she feels herself tighten up involuntarily on his cock, making the sensations of his fucking all the more intense.

“Yes, but I would have needed to wake up soon anyway,” the endlessly polite girl excuses it easily. “May I join you?”

“Sure,” Saiki answers easily, “Room for one more. Just gimme a second.” His upper body leans over Kyoka. “Relax, much as you can.”

It doesn’t take a genius to understand what he’s about to do. For an instant, the punk tightens up in fear, then she does her best to relax. To ease the passage as Saiki drives himself the rest of the way into her guts in one thrust. “Ghhhh!” She gurgles, feeling drool dribble down her chin to be washed away by the shower water. “Suh... So... Full...” she manages to say, before yelping as she feels her body pulled back and up. Her legs lifted off the ground and pulled up and out. “Gahahhh!” she half-shrieks as her body is put on display, including her twitching pussy and Saiki balls deep in her ass.

“There we go! How about starting with showing Kyoka some more love, huh?”

Momo might as well have stars in her eyes as she takes in the sight. She moves quickly under the spray of the shower, her skin shining with wetness as her loose hair drapes over her shoulders. Moving forward, she leans against Kyoka, kissing the more petite girl as she reaches down to fondle Saiki’s balls. “You’re amazing, Kyoka,” she tells her girlfriend while squatting down. She stares at Kyoka’s shining pussy, at the only half inch of Saiki’s cock that isn’t inside her. “I can’t believe you’re taking the whole thing there! It almost felt too big in my vagina!” Gleefully, she moves forward, locking her lips over Kyoka’s lonely pussy. One hand palming her own breast, the other sliding between her open legs to finger herself.

The punk’s head rolls back to rest against Saiki, in utter bliss as he starts bouncing her on his fat cock while Momo sucks and licks at her folds. Her earjacks with nothing better to do start strumming her nipples like well tuned guitar strings. Which for the sounds she makes, they might as well be. Saiki impales her on his cock over and over again, turning her guts into another of his personal fuckholes just like he did her pussy the previous night. Him and Momo. If she could have this. If she could have this forever. She would live a happy life.

Momo drinks down the spray of fluids from Kyoka’s third orgasm without complaint or comment as their mutual boyfriend drops the petite girl on his cock one last time. The shaft drives right up into her bowels to spray its absurd payload into her guts, coating them in potent, white seed. Kyoka’s eyes roll dizzily as she feels every pulse of his cock against the walls of her well-used asshole. Some part of her mind that had been preoccupied during her first time reminds her that men aren’t supposed to cum this much. Even the most virile porn stars didn’t take this long to empty their balls. It only made it better. Of course she should feel intimidated by him, want to be dominated by him. He’s just more of a man than most any other she could find.

He lowers her down into the tub, letting her get back on her own feet, only for her to realise with a giggle, “I can’t feel my legs.” She slides down into the tub, a small river of cum flowing out of her ass as she sits down.

“Take it easy,” Saiki tells her before looking to Momo. “Want a turn?”

“Not of that,” she says immediately, “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“That’s okay.”

He holds out his arms for her to come to him and she happily does so, squeaking in joy when he takes her in his arms and flips her upside down and buries his face in her pussy. She finds her own face right next to his cock. She looks at it, knowing where it’s been. Reaching out, trusting Saiki can hold her up just fine, she takes the soap and lathers it over his manhood, giving it a thorough wash and preparatory stroke before letting it into her mouth. She has never done this before, never thought to practice. And the unusual position doesn’t help. But she’s determined to give it her best try, just like everything else she sets her mind to!

And then when she gets home, she’ll find a way to practice. It’s clear Saiki can do wonderful things to her with his tongue, she needs to know how to properly return the favour!

-(-)-

Even with everything that happened during the trip, Saiki can’t say he regrets even a single moment of it. Momo and Kyoka would be all the reason he needs to feel that way, but the trip only became more worthwhile at the airport where the students had been met by a suit. One who informed them they would all be duly compensated by the I-Island executive committee for their service in stopping the villain’s assault. They hadn’t known what that meant in real terms until they had gotten home and found they all had received payments of five hundred thousand yen. Well, in US dollars, but the equivalent of around that amount after conversion.

The blue-haired boy had spent most of the last day of school before summer break staring at his bank balance on his phone.

Money. He has... Money. Real money. His savings have more than tripled from just that one payment. There are so many things he can do now. He can buy new clothes. Good clothes! He can cut down his hours at Smile Burger. Focus his efforts on training!

Not even Katsumi’s weird staring could wipe the grin off of his face. She had looked annoyed at him all day but that was probably just from knowing she lost to him and will face a punishment game again. But that dropped way down his list of priorities the second he saw all the zeroes for his latest bank deposit.

During homeroom, Aizawa had informed the class that even those who failed their final exams would be taking part in the summer training camp that the school had been arranging. Though they would need to undertake their remedial classes while there. The news had brought out a celebratory mood in the class, Mina Ashido suggesting they all go to the mall to buy things for the trip.

And so, here Saiki is. At the mall. With friends. And his girlfriends. Intending to buy things, not just hang around awkwardly with an empty wallet.

He can’t be blamed for feeling giddy about the whole experience. He expected it would be years before he could do something like this. He laughs, jokes around, tries to convince Kyoka to buy a micro-bikini, accidentally gets Momo to buy one instead.

It’s a fun time.

Until Katsumi appears. “I need to talk to you,” she says with a scowl.

So she isn’t just pissed at the prospect of another punishment game. He looks at Momo, at Kyoka. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit, okay?”

“Sure,” Kyoka shrugs, pulling a less certain Momo with her by the hand.

He watches them go, then returns his attention to the sour-looking blonde. “So what’s your deal? You’ve been giving me dirty looks all day.” In fact come to think of it, he realises she had been doing the same thing at the airport.

“What is it with you and Deku?” she asks as blunt as ever.

His good mood fractures, his relaxed and giddy attitude replaced with a frown that matches Katsumi’s. “Piss on my parade, why don’t you. There is nothing with me and Izuku. She dumped me.”

“That’s not what I mean, shithead,” the bomber retorts in a low tone. “I saw you. On that tower? When we were fighting that dipshit villain? You were fighting as hard as the rest of us, then when Deku did her bullshit trying to match All Might, all you did was stand there.”

“Okay...” He drags out the word. “Yeah. I did. So did you, Iida and Todoroki. What about it? You think I was about to get in All Might’s way?”

“I saw you, asshole!” she snaps. “I saw the fight go out of your eyes the second that Deku got All Might out of that box! I know you! There’s no way in hell you’d just sit back and watch someone else handle the fight! It’s the one thing I like about you! Shut up!” she pre-empts him before he can make a smart comment. “You have the same drive to be the best as I do, so why the hell did you just stand there like a moron and watch shitty Deku save the day?!”

Because he can’t compete with that. With what Izuku showed that day. With the right tool, she’s All Might and she’s barely started training. He’s been training for years, working his ass off, literally tearing himself to pieces and all he’s managed is to be a candle to Izuku’s bonfire. It isn’t fair. Izuku had once proven to him that with enough grit and determination nothing is insurmountable. But then she came right back to show him it was all a lie. She had always been powerful. Always been holding back. Todoroki had forced her to use all she had while Saiki had nearly lost to her one-handed while she was holding back.

In the moment, seeing Izuku prove herself was beautiful. But with time to reflect, being forced to reflect by Katsumi’s demand for answers... All that confidence, that perseverance she had inspired in him, it feels like a lie now.

Not that his pride will let him say any of that. Instead, the most his stubborn ego will allow him is to turn it around on her. “Why did you?”

She stares, her expression darkening even further, her teeth audibly gritting. “Yeah,” she growls, “Yeah, that’s something I’ve been wondering too.” She turns and stomps away.

He doesn’t know whether to curse, yell, hit something. He doesn’t know what he should do to let out his frustrations. Mirko would probably tell him if he’s pissed about something he should do something about it. Moping doesn’t help anything.

But what can he even do? Katsumi can be pissed at him all she wants, he can be dissatisfied all he wants. It doesn’t change that there’s no way to close the gap. Izuku is stronger than him. As strong as All Might. And she’ll only get stronger. The quirk doctor said he might not have a limit but what would that matter if he’ll never climb to the heights Izuku has already reached?

Trust Katsumi to piss him off so thoroughly when he had been having the time of his life. That was the problem, wasn’t it? He had been having the time of his life because he had given up the burden of wanting to be the best.

And now... Without that drive. Without that burning desire to shatter his own limits in a quest to reach the top... All he feels is hollow.