Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 14

“You gonna get up anytime soon, Evo?” Mirko taunts the fallen hero in training. A quick lunch break had been all the relief Saiki had gotten since arriving at the Rabbit Hero’s home. The rest of his first day had been spent in intensive fight training. Much as he feels pride in his stamina, his durability, his endurance, the professional hero is fully capable of matching him and then some. She has at this point beaten him down to near unconsciousness seven times. 

The purpose of the training isn’t to teach him to fight. He has enough basics learned on that front that she can trust in his simple responses. No, the purpose is to teach him how to make split-second decisions, what is the appropriate response to a situation, and to put that response into action without hesitation. A ranged quirk. Duplicate, decoy and diversion tactics. Area effect quirks. Melee specialists. All at varying levels of strength. That part was perhaps the most important. Dealing with weak opponents quickly can stop problems before they arise. Dealing with opponents of similar strength? Taking the initiative makes pulling out a victory closer to a certainty. Dealing with stronger opponents?

Dealing with stronger opponents is perhaps the greatest problem for Saiki and what they spent the most time on. The simple fact is he had trained himself too well with his quirk. Only a handful of his classmates are on a similar level of strength. Only one almost certainly stronger. As such, his response for dealing with a stronger opponent is to have already trained himself to the point there are no stronger opponents. This is the attitude Mirko is determined to beat out of him. The fact that doing so actually plays into that methodology does not help. It’s somewhat aggravating seeing him barely conscious, then in half an hour ready to go again, even stronger.

Maybe that’s why she kicks him.

“Gu-huah!” he groans in pain, rolling onto his side clutching his abdomen. “Okay!” he croaks, rolling to his knees, rising slowly, “Okay, I can, keep going.” His hand still on his newest injury implies otherwise.

“Ooh, I forgot that one,” Mirko gives a shark-like grin. Unnerving on a rabbit. “That’s right! Fight through the pain! A real hero doesn’t get to wait around for someone to kiss their boo-boos! Get right back into it!” Jumping back, she raises a hand palm out as she has many times, “Stronger than you, no holding back, pain doesn’t matter, fight through it!” she rattles off the conditions for this bout and that’s all the warning he gets before she’s on him. He feels the ground shake as he awkwardly dodges away from her heel drop. His own leg comes around to sweep hers, arms moving the opposite way to forcefully drop her to the ground. She goes with the momentum, allowing the move only to grab his arms, flipping and using the reversed momentum to throw him down. He slams face first into the ground with a sickening crunch.

“Are you done this–” time, she was about to ask, only to get forcefully interrupted. Saiki rolls, gets a foot underneath himself and uses it to rise, Bringing his fists up to land a wild swing directly into her left tit! “Nngh!” she groans, surprised, even more so by the sudden onslaught of fists hammering into her abdomen. She can see the blood flowing down his face. His nose clearly broken, skin of his forehead torn enough to show a hint of bone. The Rabbit Hero grins. He’s learning. Pain tolerance is a fantastic thing to have for a quirk like his, and a must for any hero. He’s finally using that skill he accidentally gained the proper way. End the threat, no matter what.

But, the scenario is for the opponent to be stronger. And so she takes one more punch and grabs the offending arm, raises a leg and brings it down on the other side of the arm, forcing the boy to twist. She drives him to the ground again with a kick, his arm still trapped between her limbs, she quickly twists!

Snap!

“GHHHH!” he screams through gritted teeth as she lets the arm fall limp. She steps over his chest, and stomps on the other arm. No sound escapes him this time, just a silent scream of pain. By the time she repeats this treatment for his legs, tears are silently leaking from his eyes.

“Yeah,” she says, leaning down and picking up her intern and he gasps with the movement, “You’re gonna hate me by the end of this week. But it’ll be worth it. You wanna be strong, so I’m gonna make you strong. Mind and body. Your quirk just gives us a neat little shortcut, even if using it isn’t fun.” She carries him back upstairs, not really caring much about the blood dripping on the floor. “How long do you take healing broken bones?” His mouth moves as he tries to force out an answer. “What was that.”

“Hours,” he answers, his voice horse, shaky. “At least.”

“Perfect,” the Rabbit Hero nods to herself. “Just this once, I’ll feed you and then toss you in bed to recover. You need to bandage up or anything?”

“Easier, if I do,” he answered.

“Well, not big on making things easy for you so... Meh, screw it. You’ll be fine.” Without ceremony, she dumps him in a chair in the kitchen, not especially caring about it jarring his broken limbs.

Saiki sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes screwed shut. “How did you even get your license if this is how you treat injured people?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” she says to him, head buried in a cupboard. Sadly Saiki is in too much pain to properly enjoy her incredible ass being presented for him as she bends over wiggling back and forth. “I don’t treat injured civilians like this. You’re supposed to be a hero, right? You can take it. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Literally true in your case, huh? Lucky.”

“Yep,” he groans, “Feeling so lucky right now.”

“Besides, I’m not a rescue hero,” she adds, emerging from the cupboard with some instant ramen. “Never have been. I exist to beat the bad guys. Coddling people isn’t my thing.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he nods, lips twitching in irritation at the blood dribbling over them. “Definitely get that impression. Could you at least plug my nose or something?”

“Hm?” she hums, looking his way. She sighs, rolls her eyes, grabs a tissue. 

Ripping it into halves, she bunches each up and none too gently shoves one in each nostril. “Nngh!” he grunts in pain, “Thagk you.”

“Mm-hm.” Mirko leans against the countertop as she waits for the kettle to boil. “So, the lesson sinking into that super-hard head of yours yet?”

“What lessod?” Saiki asks, wincing at the discomfort of talking with a broken and blocked nose. “Do you have to bake be talk dow?”

“Oh quit being a baby,” the Rabbit Hero grouses. “I’m the number eight hero right now. Do you know what that means?”

“That you’re really strogg add popular.”

“I am really strong,” she agrees. “The popular thing too. Here’s the funny thing about the billboard rankings. It’s super favoured by popularity more than activity or success rate. All Might doesn’t really work much nowadays especially since taking a job at UA. Yet he’s still number one even though everyone knows Endeavour does way more hero work. Endy isn’t even unpopular. He looks cool. I mean I like him.” She shrugs. “My point is, I’m number eight. You know how that happened?”

Saiki isn’t about to cause himself pain just to try answering a rhetorical question.

Mirko smirks, taking on a pinup pose. “Because I’m a badass bunny girl with a great ass,” she answers, giving it a meaty smack for emphasis. “It’d be great if that wasn’t such a big factor, but that’s the world we live in. Ryukyu is a hundred percent definitely stronger than I am. But she turns into a weird-looking dragon lady and that doesn’t get as much appreciation.” She walks around to Saiki’s front, leaning down just a little to look him in the eyes. “You’ll get stronger thanks to your quirk. Maybe by the time you leave you can hang in the ring with me for a few hits without going down. Maybe in a year or two you could go toe to toe with me. Doesn’t matter. No matter how strong you get, there’s always someone stronger.”

Saiki scoffed in the back of his throat. “Tell that to All Bi–”

Oh.

Saiki remembers. It was more than a month ago now. But... The USJ incident. He remembers what happened that day. The battles he witnessed. All Might came in swinging and he won in the end but... It wasn’t a sure thing by any means. They had almost got him when he was trapped in that mist villain’s gate. If it weren’t for Todoroki and Katsumi jumping in...

Mirko stands straight again with a smile, arms folded under her bust. “By that look on your face, I think you’re starting to get it. A fight like that can happen any time. And what will get you through it is grit, instinct, training and a refusal to give in no matter what. It’s not over until you’re dead.” Her eyes flick upward in thought as the kettle clicks. “Even more so in your case,” she adds as she pours water onto the noodles, stirring them as they soak. “There we go. Now you should feel lucky,” she tells him as she brings the bowl to him and pulls up a chair of her own. “You have any how many men wish they were in your position right now?”

“Wid broked arbs add legs?” he asks incredulously, only for her to take that chance to jam food in his mouth.

“Funny enough? I’ve seen someone on one of my fan sites say he’d feed his legs through a woodchipper to do lovey-dovey shit like this with me. Now say  ‘ahhhh’!”

As she carries him to his room and drops him onto his bed a half hour later, Saiki can’t decide whether the woman is a straight up sadist or just cares that little for his well-being.

But... Outside his room, Mirko, Rumi Usagiyama is forcibly calming her heartbeat. A series of unfortunate effects all converging at once and doing terrible things to her body. Rumi Usagiyama is a rabbit woman. And the thing about rabbits is they have an extremely long and active mating season that runs from spring to the start of autumn. During that time they, well, fuck like rabbits. 

From a young age, Rumi knew that was something she did not want to have to deal with, nor would her school. Doctors got involved and she was provided specific medication that would dampen the effects and urges of her mating season. It took some work. As a result, she lost her virginity at fourteen and was very sexually active during the summer months of that year. By the time she was preparing to enter UA they had concocted a solution. During mating season she takes a medication that pushes down her need to have sex. Mostly. It isn’t perfect. The major failing is that if she gets into a situation that she finds especially arousing, her need comes through again for a little while.

Normally, this would not be a problem. For all that her costume is sexually provocative, Rumi isn’t a particularly lustful woman beyond the nature of her quirk. She enjoys fighting far more than fucking. And therein lies the problem.

She enjoys fighting. She enjoys it a lot. The chance to test her physicality, to really let loose on someone, it’s an experience deeply satisfying for her. Taking in an intern who would let her beat the shit out of him until he collapsed, only to heal up and come at her again? She couldn’t imagine a more fun time. However, even that wouldn’t be enough to truly push her buttons. No, the final thing that pushed her over the edge was that her intern, Saiki, he was strong. In body yes. But also in mind. If he had been some weak shit with a super lucky quirk she wouldn’t have cared. She wouldn’t be feeling the heat between her legs that she is now.

A single day. That was all it took for him to take her lesson to heart. To fight through the pain and come at her no matter what. Even after she snapped his limbs like twigs he did nothing but talk shit like it was no big deal. She couldn’t be more glad that he couldn’t see how stiff her nipples were or how wet she had gotten through her leotard, nor smell her arousal thanks his broken nose. If he had, she might have just said fuck it and ridden him right then and there. If he could already tell and her heat wasn’t going away, what difference would it make if she got some relief?

Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed. She was safe. Safe to take a long, indulgent shower, then go on patrol. It was getting to be about that time anyway.

-(-)-

“Alright. Take a break,” Mirko offers with an absent wave. “System. Ring off.” With a whirr, the walls surrounding the sparring area recede, letting her head for a refrigerated shelf with some chilled water bottles. Tearing the cap off one she douses herself with it, then does the same with another to drink. “Ahh, good stuff.” Just what she needs to cool off.

“Can I get one of those?” Saiki requests.

“I dunno, they’re right there. You feel up to the challenge of walking across the room, hero?” the Rabbit Hero asks sardonically.

The intern rolls his eyes, things for half an instant about doing something stupid like smacking her ass as he walks past her...

A loud smack echoes through the basement. She’s gonna kick his ass either way. As his palm cracks against a beautifully round chocolate cheek, his eyes widen in wonder. His palm raises in front of his eyes as he stares at it, his expression euphoric. “Holy shit, your ass is perfect!”

He barely reacts as her foot slams into him, throwing him across the room and into a pile of weightlifting equipment. He ends up with his body hanging off of a bench by his legs, his shoulder resting on an iron bar. “You alive?” the rabbit woman asks, not entirely sure how much she cares about the answer.

“I’m alive,” he answers, voice screaming pain but it’s starting to feel like his natural state of being at this point. “Totally worth it.”

“And you’re damn right it’s perfect!”

That altercation extends the break by another half hour as Saiki lets his shoulder heal up sufficiently. Given the opportunity, he decides to sit down and check his phone. He had heard it buzzing earlier but with a violent rabbit bearing down on him he couldn’t give it his attention. “Huh. That’s weird.” Mirko doesn’t acknowledge his prompt, focusing instead on towelling off sweat, but he continues despite her disinterest. “I got a message from one of my classmates but it’s just a location. Somewhere in...” He pulls the map back to get a wider range. “Hosu? The hell is she doing in a back alley in Hosu?”

Mirko snorts. “Maybe she’s fighting the hero killer,” before taking another swig of water. Not noticing the sudden panic her words cause in her intern.

“Shit,” Saiki breathes, “Shit!” Suddenly his finger frantically moves across the screen, checking news sites. “Come on, Izuku. Just this once, just this once don’t be a suicidal moron, please please please–!”

Finally, he finds an article with pictures, the headline reading ‘Flame Hero Endeavour Takes Down the Hero Killer!’ There are several pictures. Through them he manages to spot Izuku, Todoroki and Iida looking various levels of injured, but alive. “Oh thank gods,” he sighs, shoulders slumping in relief.

“And here I was thinking it’d take something extreme to freak you out,” Rumi thinks aloud. “So what happened?” Without thinking, Saiki tosses his phone at her, the Rabbit Hero snatching it out of the air. “Huh. Hero Killer’s done, huh? Another win in Endy’s book. Oh, I get it. These are your classmates aren’t they? I recognise Tits McGee there, and Endy’s son. You were really worried, huh?”

“Yeah,” Saiki admits, catching the phone as she chucks it back at him, “Izuku... She has a bad habit of jumping into the middle of things. Kind of like you do, but Izuku doesn’t think at all. Even if she doesn’t have a plan she just acts. It’s gotten her in trouble before.”

“Aww, worrying about your little girlfriend, that’s so sweet. Wait,” she interrupts her own sarcastic cooing as a realisation comes to her. “Didn’t you go on a date with that Yaoyorozu girl? I see how it is,” she smirks, folding her arms under her breasts as she looks down on him. Something only possible because he’s sitting down. “So you’re that kind of guy, huh?”

“No idea what you mean,” he answers with the kind of casual disinterest that says he knows exactly what she means.

“Hey, not to worry,” she assures him, “I’m not one to judge. We’re all slaves to our urges.”

Seth isn’t sure he should believe her, what with her following up that assurance with a dropkick into his sternum. And so ends another day of learning under a pro hero.

-(-)-

The third day is largely spent on patrol. Actually running through the basics of the hero job. Giving Saiki a feel for what the work is like on an average day. Mirko’s approach to patrolling seems to be just run through the city and stop crime, barely taking a moment to slow down. Then after that take some time to do the highly visible hero routine, meet some fans, raise her profile a little with people. Then right back to high speed patrolling.

“So. Let’s talk about what your quirk actually does,” Mirko says as they stop for lunch. A food stand that’s happy to let them eat for free since a top ten pro hanging around is only good for business. “Because right now? You’re not very flashy. In fact, you’re kind of lame.”

“Says the most ferocious rodent. OW!”

The Rabbit Hero’s teeth flash as she grinds her toes into his suddenly very bruised foot. “The backtalk is cute but don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

“Okay, fine, why do you think I’m lame?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Oh, not you personally. But as a hero? Super lame. Like, look at you.” She waves a hand up and down at him. “Your costume is... fine, I guess. Nothing special. And your quirk? It’s not flashy at all. Maybe one day if you get All Might levels of strong. Do you have an upper limit on how much your body can improve?”

“Quirk doctors don’t seem to think so. Or if they do, they have no idea what it might be.”

“And that’s great for the long term. When you get naturally powerful enough you’ll have no trouble. But until then, you need something that’ll let you really wow people if you want to be a popular hero, you know?”

“Like being a bunny girl with a great ass,” Saiki nods solemnly at her wisdom.

She punches him in the back of the head. “Exactly.”

“But I don’t have anything like that,” he shrugs. It’s a problem he’s known about but not had any way to resolve, leaving him to put it off and hope it resolves itself by getting strong enough. “My quirk is regeneration and improvement. How do I make that flashy?”

“Every quirk has the potential for a super move, even the kind of shitty ones,” Mirko dispenses even more wisdom. “Think about mine. Most of ‘em are just really flashy kicks with a fancy name. So, your quirk is regeneration. Is that from anything?”

He shrugs. “As long as it doesn’t kill me. But it’s too slow to be showy.”

The pro hums to herself. He isn’t wrong. His broken bones had been healing at an astonishing rate, but only by normal standards. Overnight healing was impressive and useful, but not to a civilian that wants to be wowed by heroes doing incredible things with their quirks. “And different types of damage take different amounts of time to heal.”

“Yeah. I mean it depends on the severity of the damage, still. A broken bone causes all kinds of damage of different types so it takes a while to recover.”

She purses her lips. “What about... Something that does some short-term damage but would build up over time with repeated use?”

Saiki gives her a strange look, not knowing what she’s talking about. “If a normal person were to recover quickly, it would take me no time at all. And then I’d better tolerate the damage in the future. That’s how it works for everything.”

The Rabbit Hero didn’t smile as an idea began to coalesce in her mind. How feasible it would be... Well, that would depend. While she wanted to tell her intern, it would be better off if she were the one to suggest it to those he were to need the aid of than for him to try himself. “I need to write something up for your teachers. Remind me when we get back.”

“Okay...?”

-(-)-

By the end of the fourth day, Saiki was confused. The morning had been odd compared to previous ones. He would train with Mirko, she would kick his ass back and forth across her basement, he would heal, and then they would start over again. This day, Mirko seemed less willing to go for debilitating blows. Instead, a strange number of their altercations ended with her straddling him. Then she would get irate, knee him in the groin, and take her position again.

“Enough!” she declares finally, looking supremely pissed. “We’re done for the day!”

Saiki dives backwards away from a kick that goes directly counter to her declaration. “What the hell, Mirko?!”

“I’m gonna cripple you so you can heal again like you do every day!”

“That’s fine if I’m gonna sleep but the day’s barely started!”

She looks very much like she doesn’t care about that, but after a moment relents with a stomp. “Fine! Do whatever, I don’t care!” With that, she stomps off back upstairs.

Saiki is left to only blink after her. Shaking his head to dismiss his confusion he gets to work on training his body in a more traditional fashion. The equipment is all right there after all. Designed specifically for people with superhuman abilities.

A couple of hours later he emerges from the basement, ready to get something to eat before getting back to it. However, he gets distracted as his enhanced hearing picks up sounds coming from somewhere in the house. Following his ears, he soon doesn’t need to. His nose joins in on tracing the strange phenomenon. A scent on the air, slightly different but still largely familiar to him. A scent that brings a wicked smile to his face. His phone is soon in his hand as he follows the sounds of muffled moans and the low hum of a vibrator at work. So it had been this kind of frustration that Mirko was feeling. And why she was so determined to put him down before going to deal with it. What a shame for her.

As he moved down the hall toward the door the sounds were coming from, he quietly cracks it open, camera already recording. He doesn’t bother going for a good look himself, he can see enough. Better to enjoy the show for longer than to get greedy and get caught.

“Fffffuck,” Mirko groans in frustrated pleasure as her body undulates, hips moving with her hand driving her vibrator into her soaked pussy. “Fucking kid, fuck!”

So she’s thinking about him, Saiki realises with a grin. Well–

“Fuck, are you coming in or not?!” the sweaty, chocolate-skinned heroine shouts at him.

So much for not getting caught. His phone hides behind him as he enters, soon finding a place on a nearby shelf obscured by a book. He doesn’t even pretend at a guilty expression. “So this is why you were so angry at me.”

She doesn’t even acknowledge his comment. There’s only one reason she called him in and it isn’t to engage in banter. “Here’s the deal,” she tells him, legs coming off the bed to stand fully bared before him, not a hint of shame. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this, and I’m going to ride you until your hips break.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good–”

“Shut up. Clothes off. Now.”

With a flick of his finger at his neck, the seam of his hero costume splits at the seam to reveal a zip that soon comes down. The whole suit comes off, followed by his underwear.

“Not bad,” Mirko comments with a smirk, fingers sliding to her pussy. “On the bed.”

It’s a novel experience for Saiki, letting the woman take the lead. With Juri he had trained her to be his little slut. With Katsumi it’s a similar process even if she still somehow hasn’t quite realised it. Here though? Mirko is a woman who knows what she wants and he’s more than willing to give it to her. After the sight he entered on, he’s already rock hard and ready to let her fulfil her promise.

With perfect accuracy, the snow-haired chocolate heroine hops onto the bed, her feet slip back to drop her to her knees above him, her soaked slit hovering an inch above his cock. Saiki is only given enough time to realise that before she drops herself fully onto him, impaling herself on his shaft with a euphoric expression. “Yesssss!” she hisses, “This is it! A real dick! I needed this!” She immediately starts bouncing, wet slaps of her juice-soaked crotch slapping against his leaving strings of her girlcum connecting and breaking over and over again. Her ample breasts with diamond-hard nipples bouncing freely. They’re a tantalising image and they call to Saiki but there’s only one place his hands will go.

With both hands, he reaches around her to grab two big handfuls of Mirko’s generous, firm ass. Squeezing. Massaging. Groping her greatest asset with great strength. Even so, “Harder,” Mirko demands, “Fucking spank me!” Smack! He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes! That’s it! I’m such a slutty bunny! Do it again!” Smack! “Yes!” Smack! “Yes!” Smack! “Yessssss!” Her body vibrates atop him, her hips twitching as she cums hard on his cock.

It seems to Saiki she’s into the rough stuff. One hand is still gripping her ass, encouraging her to keep riding him, to keep bouncing. Meanwhile the other rises. Smack! His palm swats across her bouncing tits to send them wobbling one way then smack backhands them the other way.

“You– FUCK!” she screams, “You little shit!” she snarls with a feral grin, bouncing harder as though to punish him. Hard enough that he genuinely does feel his hips bruise but he isn’t about to let her win.

Sticking a finger in the corner of her lips, he pulls her head down towards him, “You’re a little bunny slut, aren’t you?” he asks firmly, grabbing hold of a soft tit with his other hand. “Say it!”

“Yeah, I’m a little bunny slut,” she slurs with that same grin still on her face even with the fishhooking finger tugging at her lips.

“You’re my little bunny slut,” he corrects, fingers closing on a nipple and twisting roughly.

She groans in pained pleasure. But even so, “You wish,” she slurs at him.

Even though he wants to punish her, to flip her over and ram her into the mattress, there’s not much he can do about it. Truth is, she’s stronger than him. She’s in control. It isn’t his preference but if it means he gets to fuck an incredible piece of ass like Mirko he’ll take it. He’ll happily grope and get his enjoyment out of her body while she gets hers out of his. Before long her powerful slams successfully milk out his release. As she feels his copious volume of hot cum spurt up inside her womb, Mirko’s tongue hangs out of her mouth, lost  in the ecstasy of getting what her body has craved since the first night after Saiki arrived.

Saiki is breathing hard, his hips and pelvis hurting, not that he has any intention of letting that show.

“Alright, time for round two,” Mirko suddenly says as she comes back to awareness.

...

... Uh oh.