Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 13

The smack of a palm against soft skin sounds through Saiki’s apartment in a steady rhythm. Every crack followed by a sharp intake of breath, Saiki, or rather the newly dubbed hero-in-training Evo has one of his classmates over his knee. Katsumi’s skirt pulled up over her backside, her spats and slim panties pulled down to give unrestricted access to her now reddened backside. The explosive girl hangs her head, both from humiliation and for the sake of hiding her reaction. She’d rather die than give him the satisfaction of seeing her flushed, embarrassed and worst of all aroused face. To say nothing of letting any sound pass her lips.

Not that Saiki is willing to let her get away with that. “You know, I forget. How many did we agree you earned for messing up today?” The blonde’s teeth are clenched. She stays obstinately silent. “Hm. Ah, damn. I think I lost count. Guess I’ll have to start over, unless you remember, Katsumi?”

“We didn’t agree, creeper!” she bites out, hiding her arousal beneath anger, “You just said fifty and told me to bend over! And you were on forty-thr-hee!” His hand comes down on her ass again as she’s speaking, turning her words into a humiliating whine.

He snaps his fingers as if reminded. “That was it. Though,” another crack to her backside, though this time his hand didn’t come away. Instead he slid a finger between her cheeks, down to her moist slit. “What was that you called me just now?”

“S–” For a moment, she almost lies. But in the end, her pride won’t let her. “Creeper.” Not like lying would have gotten her off the hook anyway.

Saiki hums to himself, slipping two fingers inside her, diving and pressing into the soft flesh of her womanhood. He puts Katsumi’s well-earned spankings on hold for the moment, long enough to finger her to a reluctant orgasm. “You feel that, Katsumi?” he asks as her legs kick against his, “That’s what honesty feels like. Not that it’ll get you out of the rest of your punishment for getting it wrong again.” 

Six more strikes to her cherry-red cheeks and she sighs in relief that it’s over. The stinging soreness isn’t a patch on the shame from how much she enjoyed it. To think she had thought Saiki’s latest demand had been mild. She hadn’t considered the implications that he wanted her to only refer to him by name, and what would happen if she chose not to. Worse, her pride demands she defy that order to spite him. And so she knows she’ll just end up in a situation like this one again and again.

Unless... She just does what he–

Her internal thoughts come out with something similar to a derisive snort. Yeah. Katsumi Bakugo giving in and submitting. That’s totally a thing that’s gonna happen.

Saiki pulls open a drawer on the nightstand next to her, though Katsumi can’t see what he pulls out, facing the opposite direction. She hears the sound of skin against skin before she feels a cool, soothing sensation as her blue-haired classmate and occasional lover (though she would kill him before she would ever him that) rubs what must be some sort of ointment on her abused butt. “Why do you even have that?” she asks irritably, looking away again to hide her blush at being treated tenderly.

“You know how my quirk works,” he answers, “I have enough stuff like this to fill like, ten first aid kits. I go through so many bandages, thread, antiseptic and painkillers the convenience store clerk probably thinks I’m some kind of back-alley doctor or something.” She hears the click of something, probably the cap for the ointment. “Feel better?”

She continues to look away, disgruntled, demanding her body to follow her instructions and send blood somewhere other than her face. “Yeah, whatever, I guess.”

“Good!” he cheers, “Now for your next punishment, on your knees please.”

She slides off of his lap, considers pulling up her panties but decides not to just yet. She would like the chance to clean up first, and also he might want them down still for whatever bullshit he wants her to do next.

That’s her story and she intends to stick to it.

She sees Saiki’s fingers unbuttoning his pants and she looks him dead in the eyes. “No.” She won’t do that. That goes way beyond what she’s willing to tolerate for a ‘punishment’.

“Relax, I’m sure I’ll get those pretty lips wrapped around it eventually,” he smirks down at her as he pulls out his erect penis. “For now though, just your lovely tits will do fine.”

“My–?” she asks, confused. “Why? They aren’t even that big.” She quietly thanks whatever genetic miracle responsible for her not inheriting her mom’s. No way in hell she wants to have cow tits like fucking Deku.

“They’re big enough,” he answers as if speaking from experience. “Come on, sooner you get me off, the sooner you can get gone,” he reminds her.

She scoffs as she opens her shirt, reaches back to unclasp her bra and lets both garments fall off her shoulders. “Whatever. Fucking c– Saiki,” she quickly amends. Screw him and what he wants her to call him, but at the same time flouting his demands twice is probably enough for one day. Gods forbid she keeps doing it long enough she doesn’t get to leave today. She’s sure if she gives him the opportunity he’ll force her to literally sleep with him. Would probably demand they cuddle just for the extra humiliation. Eugh.

No it wouldn’t feel nice! Shut the hell up, stupid voice in her head!

Her movements are uncertain but rigorous as she moves forward, pushing her breasts inward with both hands to wrap around his cock. It takes a couple of minutes but eventually her movements become more confident, more sure. Basically like a handjob but with her tits in the way.

 “There you go,” he praises in a sigh, “See? Just the right size, and so soft.”

“You don’t have to fucking talk while I do this,” she grouses, sliding up and down over his shaft, grimacing as she sees the head poke out of her cleavage.

“Don’t have to, but I want to,” he shrugs as he lays back. While his disinterest in her is irritating, it also gives her more room to work, and hopefully have this over quicker. “So, you picked out what agency you’ll be interning with yet?”

“The hell would I tell you for? It’s none of your damn business!”

He gave a pleased little hum, a sign he was enjoying himself, a sound that egged her on, pushed her to experiment a little, find out what he liked. To make it end faster of course.

“Just making conversation. You wanna know where Izuku is going?” he asks teasingly.

“Fucking Deku,” she grumbles under her breath. “You gonna cum yet or what?!”

Infuriatingly for her, he takes that as a yes. “Apparently one of All Might’s old mentors offered her a spot. She’s hoping the guy will be able to help her master her quirk since it’s so similar to All Might’s.”

“She’s nothing like All Might!” Katsumi snaps, her movements increasing with her fury, “She’s a worthless Deku! It should be her fat cow tits here, not mine!”

“Gah, I love it when you get all hot and bothered about her,” the bastard groaned, “Your whole hyper-tsun thing is so fucking cute!”

“Shut up!” she barks, bouncing her tits with vigour, “Just fucking cum already so I can go!”

“You know what would be great? Izuku joining you right now,” he speaks dreamily, getting lost in his imagination. “My cock trapped between your tits as you fuck her mouth with your tongue. Maybe Momo too, underneath, tonguing my balls.”

“If you’re gonna fantasize do it about those two. Leave me the fuck out of it.”

“Not a chance!” he laughs. “That anger of yours? That passion? It’s the hottest thing in the world to me right now. I want to fuck it out of you. Or into you. Or both.” She could hear his breathing get heavier. He was getting close. Fucking finally. A small spurt of cum squirted out of his cockhead. Then a much larger spray that splashed onto her face.

“I want to fuck you and turn you into my dirty little slut.”

Two more spurts, one over her right eye which she thankfully closed in time. The other over her lips. Which she did not close in time. It was salty. Not unpleasant.

“Think of finger-fucking you as a kindness.”

More splatters over and between her tits as his climax ebbed.

“Willing to get on your knees and service me just because I said so.”

“Enough of your shitty daydreams,” she groused, sitting back, still with her panties around her ankles, face and chest given a fresh coating of cum. “Can I fucking go now?”

He looked down his body to smirk at her, still kneeling before him. “Sure. Do as you like. Just remember the rules next time.”

“Whatever.”

-(-)-

Jonosu. It was a little afield of Musutafu. No especially convenient travel options for a daily commute. Thankfully for Saiki, his choice for internship had okayed him sleeping and living at their office for the duration of his time with them.

It isn’t much of an inconvenience at all as far as he’s concerned, compared to the opportunity presented. He had quite a number of high-profile heroes on his list. Not all. Notably Endeavour didn’t show interest. After a little asking around he had discovered only Todoroki had gotten an invite from the number two hero. Nepotism. Well, Todoroki can have all the shortcuts to greatness he wants. Saiki knows he’ll surpass the two-tone prodigy anyway.

There were only two factors Saiki took into consideration when choosing with whom he would be interning. First, was prestige. It would be a waste of his victory at the sports festival if he ended up going with some no-name hero at the end of it. Todoroki had a fast track, Izuku had All Might in her corner for whatever reason. He needed to milk every opportunity to its utmost. Second, the potential for him to grow stronger, more capable from the experience. Sure, internship was just to give students a feel for what day-to-day heroing is like, but if he can learn and grow as a hero from the experience, that’s something worth doing.

In the end, he found someone who was perfect. Well, not quite perfect. There were more prestigious options. He could have gone with Best Jeanist or Crust. They were both better rated heroes. But Saiki knew what an internship with them would be like. Best Jeanist would be all about putting out the right image of a hero. And Crust... Well, Crust wouldn’t be terrible, but not great for what Saiki felt he needed to learn either.

No, his final choice is exactly what he needs. A popular and strong hero, with exactly the attitude he wants to embody. And even better, she fulfilled a third criteria that Saiki wasn’t fully weighing as part of his choice, but was certainly a nice bonus.

He frowns. But to look at her workplace, he wouldn’t think of it as the place a top rated hero lives and works. It’s a nice place, completely detached from other buildings. A luxury in a crowded part of Tokyo. But it’s also not exactly grandiose. He knows his boss for the week isn’t one for running a full-on agency with sidekicks, but if he didn’t know any better he would think the place was just the home of a mildly affluent family. Still, it’s the right address. He hits the doorbell. The attached intercom crackles to life soon after. “Yeah?”

“Hi, I’m Saiki Saisei, your intern for the week.”

“Oh, right! That’s today! Hold on, I’ll be right there.”

Saiki waits patiently, suitcase in his left hand, costume case in his right hanging over his shoulder. He listens, waiting for the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door but hears nothing. At least no footsteps, he does hear the scraping of something opening, then a loud thud from above him. Out of the corner of his eye he dees a growing shadow, then–

“LUNA FALL!”

“Guhuagh!” Saiki blurts out in pain as he feels a powerful strike land on his left shoulder, enough to smash his whole body into the concrete slabs of the front path. Both cases fly from his hands, forgotten in the pain of a surprise attack that laid him out in one blow.

Shakily, his head comes up, getting his first in-person look at his mentor for the week. The very first thing he sees is what, to him, is her most defining feature. Her incredibly powerful legs, dark and muscular thighs, then up to her purple and white leotard, a gold crescent embossed over her bust. Then up to her sharply grinning face and prominent rabbit ears. Rumi Usagiyama. Mirko. The number nine hero in Japan. “Man, I knew you wouldn’t die from that but you can still move? I’ll give you some credit, you sure toughened yourself up, huh? Gotta work on your situational awareness though.”

“Wh-y?” he struggles to say as he raises himself to hands and knees.

“Well here’s the way I figure things,” Mirko continues to grin at him, putting a foot on his back, impatiently tapping it. Each tap feels like someone is punching him in the spine. “You’re here to learn how to be a better hero, or, how to be a hero at all. You won the sports festival so you had your pick of top hero agencies, but you chose me. I don’t have a big, fancy agency. I don’t have sidekicks. I can show you the basics of being a hero but that’d take like, a day.” She grins wider, wilder, when she feels him push against her foot to rise into a kneeling position. “So that means you’re not here for the kind of training that matters more than any of that boring admin and patrol crap.” She turns, and despite the hit he just took he can’t look anywhere but at how that leotard accentuates her beautiful ass, the hypnotic sway as she walks back into her house. “Come on then. Grab your shit. It’s about time we get started.”

“Right,” he grunts, rising to his feet. He quickly grabs his costume case, then his suitcase before laboriously following his mentor into her house. One good hit and he feels as worn out as he did by the end of the festival. Just from that moment, he knows he chose the right mentor.

Mirko leads him first to the room he’ll be staying in for t he week. A fairly ordinary guest room with a futon where he deposits his things. “First things first. Get changed into your costume. You’ve got one minute.”

“A minute?” he echoes. His costume isn’t the most complicated but still!

“You wanna be a hero? You hesitate? You waste time? People get hurt. Fifty-five seconds.” Her foot started tapping again.

Eighty seconds later he emerges from his room fully suited up. “Work on it,” she tells him, orders him. “This way is the kitchen. Don’t expect me to cook for you and you clean up after yourself. That’s all you’ll need up here. Follow me and we’ll get started on the reason you’re here.” She leads him around the side of the kitchen to a staircase leading down.

“A basement?” he asks, confused and sceptical as he follows her down. “In Japan?” That scepticism lasts until he follows her down into it and finds not only does the underground space  cover a wider square footage than the building above, it’s built incredibly sturdy despite the high ceiling.

“Welcome to the Bun-ker,” she tells him with arms spread wide to show off the space. “My personal training space!”

It’s certainly something. Saiki can’t help but be impressed. She must have spent most of her money first creating this underground space, and then on turning it into her own fitness palace. Gym equipment of every type. Not just standard fare equipment either. The same type of high-spec equipment UA has in their own facilities graded for quirk use. And by the look of all the broken and discarded ones, Mirko goes through heavy bags like tissue paper.

“Alright!” the Rabbit Hero exclaims, hopping into the middle of the space. An enormous clear area. “Get over here.” Cautiously, Saiki walks towards her. But as he steps over a line he thought was to demarcate the equipment from what looks like a space for practicing kata or sparring, Mirko speaks again. “System. Ring.”

Suddenly, right behind him, a wall rises from the floor cutting the circular space off from the rest of the Bun-ker.

“Okay. Let’s get started. Come at me.”

Saiki blinks. “You serious?”

She gives him a flat stare, one filled with impatience. “I’m gonna say it again. If you don’t do it, you’ll regret it. Come at me.”

Well she’s literally asking for it, he thinks to himself. But that one hit he took is enough to leave him cautious and he isn’t anywhere close to recovered yet. He moves forward, closes, but doesn’t rush in.

This it seems, is the wrong response. The moment his approach slows, she launches herself forward, flips in the air and kicks him in the side with a twirl. She doesn’t let up from there either. She follows his trajectory as he sails toward the wall, cartwheels and drops one leg onto his back, driving him into the floor again.

“And there it is,” she says as she stands over him. This time as she plants her foot on his back she has no intention of letting him push himself up. He will stay right where he is and listen.

“Do you know why I invited you to intern for me?” she asks. “You know as well as I do I don’t do teams. I don’t do sidekicks. So why would I want an intern who’ll slow me down?” He at least has the good sense to realise that question is rhetorical. “It’s because that sports festival? Watching you win all your matches? It pissed me the hell off.” Her foot comes up, tucks under his torso and flips him over to reveal his pained grimace as he clutches his side.

“As far as I’m concerned, you should’ve lost almost all of your fights,” she tells him as she squats next to him. “That hardening kid? He didn’t have a chance. Not enough fight training. But everyone else? The best you did was in the final. That one you almost didn’t embarrass yourself except how you won because your opponent messed up, instead of because you were better. But the other two? Against that bird shadow kid, that was the most embarrassing display I’ve ever seen. For both of you. You just slam into each other and hope you win? It was pathetic. But it was nothing compared to that bomb girl. Now she was something! When she took her shot at you without even waiting for the ref I almost wanted to adopt her, let alone let her intern with me. But she doesn’t have anything to learn from me. She has the instinct of someone fighting to win. You? Every single time you were fighting to not lose. That’s not even close to the same thing.”

“So. Whether you like it or not, that’s what I’m going to teach you. Think on your own time. In the middle of a fight it’s time to let instinct and training do the thinking. And I’m going to train you to win.”

Saiki coughs, and takes a wheezing breath that turns into a choking laugh. “Whhhh, why do you think I wanted to intern with you?”

The sharp grin spread across her face once again. “Well alright then. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”