BNHA: Singularity

"Wait, I'm not going with you?" asked Izuku, standing outside Mirko's house as she prepared to go on her afternoon patrol.
"Are you an idiot?" retorted Mirko. "I won't stop you if you want to try, but you're still injured after I kicked your ass this morning. Besides, you aren't even in your costume. Did I hit you so hard you went dumb in the brain...?"
Furrowing his brows slightly, Izuku pointedly replied, "It won't even take me five minutes to get changed..."
Shrugging her shoulders, Mirko retorted, "As we sit here gabbing, villains could be running amok in my terrirory. Get changed over and chase after me if you want, but it would be better if you just stayed here and focused on recovering. We're fighting again first thing tomorrow morning."
Without waiting for Izuku's response, Mirko abruptly squatted low before kicking off against the ground with tremendous force. Izuku had to cover his face to shield it from the dust and debris she kicked up, his expression somewhat grim as he thought, ("I'm not surprised, but this is going to be more difficult than expected...")
Understanding he had no hope of catching up to Mirko when she could basically run through the sky, Izuku made his way back inside her house, resisting the urge to give it a more 'thorough' search as he made his way to the onsen-like bath. His body still ached quite a bit, so he elected to heed Mirko's advice, focusing on his recovery so that he didn't embarrass himself the following day.
Entering the changing room that preceded the bath, Izuku peeled off his clothes before carrying them to the nearby laundry hamper. As he did so, a 'very' racy pair of underwear came into view. At a glance, it resembled a thong made of lace, giving it a translucent quality that would doubtlessly look great against the backdrop of Mirko's bronzed skin.
("Right...she does live alone...") thought Izuku, placing his neatly folded laundry next to the hamper and pretending he hadn't seen Mirko's visibly worn underwear. A small part of him was tempted to pocket the probably fragrant garment, but he repressed it thoroughly as he made his way into the bath.
"Oh, hell yessss..." groaned Izuku, sinking his body into the murky mineral waters of Mirko's artificial hot spring. The notion that he might one day be able to bathe with the bronze-skinned bunny briefly crossed his mind, but his main focus was on his status.
Along with eating, hot baths and proper rest were the most optimal ways for Izuku to recover his Vitality and heal from injuries. While bathing, Izuku could literally see his Vitality replenishing in real-time, and as it did so, so too did his other attributes. This was one of the greatest perks of Digitalization, as, even if he lost a limb, he would 'theoretically' be able to regenerate so long as his Vitality was replenished. At the very least, that's what the information in his mind professed. He had never actually tried it, for obvious reasons...
"Hmmm...?"
Noticing his Vitality increase beyond 100, ultimately settling on 102, Izuku came to a grim realization. He knew there 'had' to be training methods for each of the six attributes, but he had yet to personally verify the methods for Intelligence and Vitality since he generally kept them higher than his other stats. Now, he knew exactly how to increase his Vitality...he 'simply' needed to get the shit kicked out of him and then recover. At least, that's what made the most sense since the injuries he sustained using One-for-All had never provided an increase...
("Well, at least I'll be able to grind some AP during my stay...") thought Izuku, simultaneously activating one of his Re-rolls to redistribute his stats. He didn't need the Eidetic Memory Perk atm, and his Experience gains after getting his ass kicked were fairly low. Thus, Izuku removed 50 points from his Intelligence and 30 points from his Luck, allowing him to increase his Strength and Agility to 50.
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Name: [Izuku Midoriya]
Quirk: Digitalization, Transfer, Stockpiling, Singularity, Gearshift(sealed), Fa Jin(sealed), Danger Sense(sealed), Blackwhip, Smokescreen(sealed), Float(sealed)
Current Level: 27 (849,008 EXP)
Effective Level: 39
[Attributes]
Strength: 10-&gt;50
Agility: 10-&gt;50
Vitality: 102-&gt;100
Intelligence: 100-&gt;50
Dexterity: 100
Luck: 75-&gt;47(2 points from Vitality)
Free Attributes: 0
Rerolls Available: 1
[Perks]
[Bronze Skin], [Fleet-Footed], [Lesser Regeneration], [Healthy Body], [Sharp Mind], [Nimble Fingers], [Keen Senses]
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("That should do it...") thought Izuku. ("I would be able to boost nearly as much as before, but I should be able to take more of a beating if I muster the energy of One-for-All at the moment of impact. I'll just use this as an opportunity to hone my battle senses...")
As he couldn't imagine a way to defeat Mirko without going all-out, at the potential cost of his life, Izuku decided on the most 'pragmatic' approach. If a single beating could net him 2 points in Vitality, that meant he could gain upwards of 14 AP before the end of the week. This was much faster than his more 'orthodox' training methods, but he was prepared to suffer a bit in the name of gains. Getting his ass kicked was a small price to pay for nearly three full Levels in stats...
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A few hours after Mirko's departure, Izuku heard a distant thud and felt a light tremor. Unsurprisingly, Mirko appeared a few minutes later, seeking him out directly.
Seeing Izuku in the middle of using her custom-made leg press, Mirko's brows perked up as she remarked, "Oh? Already healthy enough to start training? Or is this your attempt at physical therapy...?"
Locking the weights into place, Izuku rose to his feet, giving Mirko a view of his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles as he replied, "Welcome back. And yeah, I've pretty much fully recovered. I'm ready for round two whenever you are."
Though she snorted through her nose, Mirko narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms, and smiled as she said, "Training shirtless to try and rile me up isn't the worst approach. As for round two, it'll have to wait until tomorrow morning. I might not have trouble kicking your ass, but I need time to cool down after a patrol. Besides, did you forget our previous arrangement? Or is it that you don't want to give me a massage...?"
Exhaling a scoff-like chuckle, Izuku remarked, "I never knew you had a sense of humor. Only a complete idiot or a eunuch could refuse such an offer."
Nodding her head in approval, Mirko half-turned, intending to leave the gym after remarking, "Good. Give me a minute to wipe down my body and get changed. And keep in mind; you only get one shot at this. If your skills are dogshit, the only thing you'll be comforting the remainder of your stay is yourself."
Without waiting for Izuku to respond, Mirko turned around and sauntered out of the gym. As for Izuku, he just rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel to wipe his face. He wouldn't call himself a professional, but he was fairly confident in his massage skills. He could also 'smell' the arousal exuding from Mirko's body, undoubtedly the result of getting riled up while out on patrol, so the only thing he needed to be cautious of was being 'reserved.' After all, this was very clearly a test to see if he was all bark and no bite...
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Since Mirko hadn't told him to meet her anywhere, Izuku elected to return to his workout instead of simply waiting for her return. He was pretty sure this was the 'correct' decision as Mirko returned with a smile on her face, commenting, "You're pretty enthusiastic about training, huh? That's good. It's fine to fool around a bit, but if you slack off too much, you'll become a useless piece of shit."
Racking his weights, Izuku made no effort to conceal his gaze as he gave Mirko a once-over, sincerely responding, "And I thought you looked good in your costume. You have an amazing physique."
With Mirko wearing little more than a pair of black yoga pants, a matching sports bra, and socks, Izuku's throat tightened involuntarily. As far as he could tell, these three were the 'only' garments she was wearing, all but confirming his suspicions that she was testing to see if he would 'attack' or 'retreat.'
Rolling her eyes, Mirko lazily replied, "Tell me something I don't know..." before looking around the gym and asking, "Where we doing this? You're the wannabe masseuse, so tell me what I should do."
Shrugging his shoulders, Izuku answered, "That depends on your level of tension. If you just want a back and shoulder massage, you can sit on one of the weight benches. If you're especially sore and want something more thorough, like a deep-tissue massage, I would ask you to lie down on one of the stretching mats. The only problem with that is your breasts...with how big they are, I can't imagine it would be too comfortable lying flat on your stomach."
Narrowing her eyes in amusement, Mirko asked, "Then what would you suggest, oh master masseur?"
Without any hesitation, Izuku replied, "Unless you have a massage table tucked away in a closet somewhere, your bed would probably be the best choice. The futon you lent me is the alternative..."
Though she maintained her smile, Mirko snorted through her nose and retorted, "And let you drink in my scent whenever you sleep? Nice try, kid, but we're using my bed."
Raising his brows, Izuku offered a retort of his own, asking, "And you think I have a problem with that...?"
Rolling her eyes a second time, Mirko turned around, saying, "Follow me," before leading the way to her bedroom. Izuku's 'cockiness' was beginning to annoy her a bit, but she didn't hate it. Japan's population had dwindled by more than 30% after the war, yet the birth rates hadn't increased much due to many Japanese men being herbivores. Things were a bit different among the Hero community, but due to the average Hero's 'moral code,' they were often incredibly boring. Mirko also resented those who teamed up with others, so she would be lying if she said she didn't have at least a few expectations for Izuku...
After reaching Mirko's room, a remarkably cluttered dwelling with clothes scattered about haphazardly and an unmade bed, the owner of said room turned to Izuku and warned, "If you have something to say, eat it. You're not even supposed to be here, so I don't want to hear jack shit about how messy it is."
Tilting his head to the side, Izuku questioned, "Why would I care about something like that? You should see how messy my room gets when I'm in the middle of a project. You can't even see the floor."
"..."
With a height difference approaching 12cm, Mirko had to look up at Izuku when they were close together. The room's low light made it difficult for normal people to see, but her night vision was better than her sight during the day. As a result, she could see Izuku's face clearly, and it didn't seem he was lying.
"What kind of projects do you work on?" asked Mirko, not really caring but feeling obligated to ask as she made her way over to her bed.
Following close behind, Izuku explained, "I've always been proficient with my hands and fingers, so I dabble in engineering and the development of Support items. I even have my own workshop, though I don't get to use it much due to my recent focus on training."
"Mmm...is that so?" asked Mirko, crawling onto her bed and lying on her stomach, using her elbows for support as she looked back to add, "Then let's see you put those fingers to work..."
With Mirko's ass appearing even more enticing while she was lying on her stomach, Izuku could hardly tear his eyes away from it. Fortunately, this wasn't his first rodeo, so he unhesitantly climbed onto the bed, earning himself a narrow-eyed stare from the beautiful bunny-eared woman as he straddled her thighs, nestled against her ass. Then, without dawdling, he began to massage her well-defined back and shoulder muscles, pushing up the fabric and working around the fabric of her sports bra as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do...
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"You're actually...really good at this..." groaned Mirko, her face becoming increasingly red as she bit down on her pillow.
"No, you're just really sensitive..." asserted Izuku, pressing his thumbs firmly into the tissue above Mirko's tail, moving his fingers in a circular motion before working his way up her back.
In an exceptionally husky tone, Mirko practically growled, "Just take the compliment...you cheeky little shit..."
"It's the truth..." affirmed Izuku. "Now, turn over and raise your left leg. I'm going to stretch out your ligaments and massage your thigh and calf."
"..."
Though she was tempted to kick Izuku across the room, Mirko didn't want to damage her home. She was really starting to feel it, so she turned over, staring intently at Izuku as he straddled her right thigh and pushed up her left leg. He had spent the past fifteen minutes grinding against her ass, so she wasn't even remotely surprised when he pulled himself closer to her, pressing his admittedly sizeable bulge against the moist lining of her yoga pants as he began massaging her leg, never once breaking eye contact...
After a prolonged silence, Mirko exhaled a faint, throaty chuckle before adopting a narrow-eyed grin as she remarked, "You 'really' want to fuck me, don't you?"
Returning a smile of his own, Izuku asked, "Would it be over the top to admit I've been dreaming about it for the past two years?"
"A little..." admitted Mirko, her grin becoming even more prominent. "But I'm not the type to fret over the past, so I won't hold it against you..."
Punctuating her statement, Mirko took advantage of the fact Izuku was holding up her leg to hook it around him, forcibly changing their positions so that she was on top.
"You really went and did it, brat..." said Mirko, her crimson eyes gaining a fierce glimmer. "I thought you were bullshitting me and pretending to be mature, but now I can see you aren't just fooling around. There's just one thing you overlooked..."
Tearing the front of Izuku's gym pants, rather than simply removing them, Mirko's smile became especially vicious as she added, "I don't get fucked. I ride my men until I'm satisfied, or they break. And let me tell you this..."
Unsheathing Izuku's penis from his boxers, Mirko licked her lips and said, "I am 'never' satisfied..."
Since Izuku had dared to trigger her 'heat' response, Mirko wasted no time in tearing away the crotch of her yoga pants, revealing that she had, in fact, been bereft of panties. Then, with practiced ease, she mounted Izuku's cock, a feral grin developing across her face as it stretched her insides and poked against her deepest regions.
Contrasting Mirko's expectations, Izuku responded to her borderline rapey actions by grabbing her voluminous ass, a fiery and determined look on his face as he asserted, "I won't go down that easily..."
Exhaling a barking, "Ha...!" Mirko began to move her hips way faster than an ordinary woman might have as she asked, "Want to know an interesting factoid about rabbits? The males can copulate up to forty times a day, but even that isn't enough to satisfy a female in heat. I'm about to wring your balls so thoroughly that you'll have to beg me to stop...!"
Increasing her pace quite a bit, Mirko's hips were practically crashing into Izuku's, her smile becoming borderline hysterical as she roared, "Hoppity, hop, hop, brat! Time to give Mama Mirko her carrot juice!"
Though he did his best to hold out, the suction of Mirko's pussy was the most powerful Izuku had experienced. Her pacing was also completely ridiculous, giving the impression she was machine manufactured for the express purpose of milking people dry.
In a vain attempt to delay the inevitable, Izuku gripped Mirko's ass and shouted, "Wait! What about a condom!?"
Without reducing her pace, Mirko leaned forward and pressed against Izuku's chest, practically screaming into his face, "No worries there! I had my tubes tied years ago! I can't risk getting pregnant if I want to stay the top female Hero till my death, can I!? Now, stop dawdling and come inside me! Mama Mirko needs her protein!"
Abruptly stopping with Izuku's cock deep inside of her, Mirko tightened her pussy to the point the former felt the tip of his dick was about to explode. Then, as if she were literally extracting the semen from his balls, she slowly pulled up, sucking up his precum and semen as if his urethra was a straw.
Grasping Mirko's hips to slow the rate at which she raised them, Izuku exclaimed, "Holy fucking shit...!" through clenched teeth. This earned him a loud guffaw from Mirko, who subsequently asked, "Isn't this what you wanted!? Well, it's too late to back out now! Unless you pack up in the middle of the night and run away, every last drop of semen in your balls now belongs to me! I'll be milking you dry every day until the end of your internship!"
Earning himself a broad smile, Izuku promptly bucked his hips, screaming, "Does it look like I'm complaining, bitch!?" while squeezing her ass cheeks as hard as he could.
"Who are you calling a bitch, brat!?" screamed Mirko, forcibly removing Izuku's hands from her ass before pinning them next to his head. When the former responded by trying to 'bite' at her lips, she exhaled a hearty laugh before leaning forward to reward him. Unfortunately, it was only for a brief moment. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she promptly pulled away, licking her lips and saying, "Audacious little shit."
Releasing her hold on Izuku's hands, Mirko pulled away from him, letting his still-erect cock slip out of her as she questioned, "Ever hear of the Amazonian sex positions, brat? If not, you're about to get a crash course."
Without giving Izuku a chance to respond, Mirko grabbed his ankles and forcibly pushed up his legs. It was a very common position for women to be in during sex, but it was incredibly embarrassing for men, causing Izuku to frown deeply as he asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Grinning like a lewd demon, Mirko explained, "I already told you. I'm not the one who gets fucked during sex. If you can last ten rounds, I might let you do me from behind, but until then, you're 'my' bitch."
Sitting atop Izuku's thighs, pinning them down, Mirko slid his cock back into her ravenous depths and began bouncing as she remarked, "You're surprisingly flexible..." while holding his ankles.
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Too taken aback by the situation to respond, Izuku was just thankful there was no one present to see his compromising position. This wasn't the first time he had been with an assertive, borderline-wild woman, but Mirko was definitely at the top. Fortunately, while the position he was in was beyond humiliating, Mirko's gorrila-girp pussy and techniques were top-class. He also knew she wouldn't disclose anything that happened between them, so he swallowed his pride and resolved to endure for ten rounds. So long as Mirko was true to her word, he would at least be able to fuck her once before the night ended...
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After half an hour of doing as she pleased with Izuku's body, Mirko, even more red-faced than when they began, remarked, "You know what, I think I'm starting to like you, kid. Ten rounds and your little friend here still has some fight left in him. Did you sneakily take a Viagra or something before we started? You must have 'really' wanted to impress me."
Though he was more than a little short of breath, Izuku managed to respond, "You're not wrong...I did want to impress you...but this is all me...I don't need something like pills..."
Narrowing her eyes, Mirko gave her lips another lick and said, "If that's the case, let's exchange numbers after this. It's been a while since I came this many times, and felt completely stuffed. If you're ever in Hiroshima in the future, I wouldn't mind if you gave me a call. Or you can just come and visit me directly. I'll let the ferryman know you're a special exception."
Punctuating her statement, Mirko surprised Izuku by combing aside her hair, leaning forward, and giving him a fleeting kiss. She ordinarily wasn't the type to invest in a relationship, rarely seeing the same guy twice, but Izuku made her instincts go crazy. She suspected it might be because he was All Might's protege, but Izuku had a certain 'animal magnetism' that made her want to lock him up and keep him to herself. In other words, he had a lot of 'potential,' the characteristic that got her more 'fired up' than anything else.
After separating from Izuku's lips, Mirko, seeing the look on his face, regained her narrow-eyed smile and teased, "I like that look in your eyes. It's the look of a man that wants to give it his all to 'conquer' something..."
Dismounting Izuku's cock, Mirko turned her back to him, staring at him over her shoulder, admitting, "You're certainly a lot closer than most. Now let's see what you do with the opportunity I'm about to give you. I haven't let a guy fuck me since my first year of high school, so I would advise you to give it your all and not disappoint me..."
Following her words, Mirko got into a similar position as the one she had started in, lying on her stomach and looking back at Izuku. This time, however, her yoga pants were torn, and she had completely abandoned her sports bra. As a result, Izuku could see his semen dripping out of her as he rose to his knees, grabbed her ass, and pulled her into a 'top-down-booty-up' position. Then, as ridiculous as it was, he began to channel a bit of One-for-All's energy directly into his dick before sheathing it inside her with a single, mighty thrust.
*Pa!"
As Izuku's intrusion sent a shockwave through her entire body, echoing through her room, Mirko's toes curled up involuntarily. She expected him to be forceful, a vain attempt to try and 'teach her a lesson,' but she was surprised by how much vigor he had remaining. He was supposed to be exhausted, but she could feel his penis swelling within her as an electric jolt ran from the base of her tail to her head.
Leaving Mirko even more surprised, Izuku used Blackwhip to effectively restrain her body, coiling it around her limbs, breasts, waist, and even her throat as he began to fuck her as hard as he could. He had 'a lot' to get back at her for, so he timed the surges of One-for-All's energy with each of his thrusts, producing an exceptionally loud clapping sound every time his pelvis met Mirko's voluminous ass.
Taking things even further, Izuku used Blackwhip to raise Mirko's upper body from the bed, forcing her to arch her back as he grabbed her hair with his left hand and brought his right around to substitute the tendrils around her neck. He didn't outright choke her, but his thumb and middle fingers pressed into her carotid, reducing the blood flow to her head as he pistoned her from a 'very' effective angle.
Repeating Izuku's words from earlier, albeit in her mind, Mirko exclaimed ("Holy fucking shit...") as pleasure surged through her body and gathered in her head. One of the main reasons she had adapted a more 'offensive' style of copulation was because her body was way more sensitive than a normal person's. She hated how powerless she felt when manhandled by a capable man, but Izuku, shattering every expectation she had for him, was beyond capable. Thus, for the briefest of moments, she couldn't help thinking, ("This boy may have been born to conquer me...")
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Name: [Rumi Usagiyama]
Quirk: Rabbit
Bond Level: 65-&gt;88
Current Level: 83
Effective Level: 219
[Attributes]
Strength: 388
Agility: 442
Vitality: 647
Intelligence: 39
Dexterity: 460
Luck: 219-&gt;223
Free Attributes: 415
[Perks]
Party Invitation Required
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Waking to an unfamiliar bamboo ceiling, Izuku remained completely motionless for a while as he inspected the condition of his status and body.
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Name: [Izuku Midoriya]
Quirk: Digitalization, Transfer, Stockpiling, Singularity, Gearshift(sealed), Fa Jin(sealed), Danger Sense(sealed), Blackwhip, Smokescreen(sealed), Float(sealed)
Current Level: 27 (849,008 EXP)
Effective Level: 39
[Attributes]
Strength: 10-&gt;6
Agility: 10-&gt;4
Vitality: 100-&gt;41
Intelligence: 100-&gt;88
Dexterity: 100-&gt;38
Luck: 75
Free Attributes: 0
Rerolls Available: 2
[Perks]
[Lesser Regeneration], [Healthy Body], [Sharp Mind], [Eidetic Memory], [Nimble Fingers], [Keen Senses], [Lucky]
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("That woman doesn't know the meaning of the word restraint...") thought Izuku, even knowing Mirko 'must' have been holding back to avoid killing him outright. He didn't think he had broken anything, but every muscle in his body ached, and he had a concussion-induced headache for the first time since his transmigration.
Ignoring the pain in his body as best he could, Izuku rose to a seated position to get a better look at his surroundings. The room he was in was pretty barebones, the only notable piece of 'furniture' being the futon he was sleeping on. As for its actual appearance, it looked like a traditional Japanese room, primarily comprised of wood and bamboo, complete with sliding bamboo doors and tatami mat flooring.
("Is this a Shrine or something?") pondered Izuku, not expecting Mirko to live in such a 'simple' dwelling. She might not give off a modern or trendy vibe, but it was difficult to associate the word 'traditional' with a woman who went around beating the shit out of people.
Rising to his feet, Izuku slid open the nearest bamboo door, leading to a dark hallway with a wooden floor with very little lighting. He didn't know how long he had been out, but it was long enough that he felt hungry and seriously needed to take a shit.
Setting out in search of a bathroom, Izuku didn't get very far when Mirko, having heard him stir thanks to her incredible hearing, emerged from the opposite end of the hallway, remarking, "You recover pretty quickly. After that last blow to the head, I expected you to be out the entire day. I was even thinking of taking you to the hospital."
Resisting the urge to say that is precisely what she 'should' have done, Izuku weakly shook his head and asserted, "I just need to rest for a few hours, and I should be fine. Right now, though, I seriously need to use the bathroom. Mind telling me where it is?"
"Ah, I was wondering why you were skulking about all quiet-like," remarked Mirko. Then, thumbing over her shoulder, she added, "It's this way. I'll show you where it's at and then give you a quick tour. After that, I imagine you're pretty hungry, right? Food's in the kitchen."
Without waiting for Izuku to respond, Mirko turned around and began walking away. This time, however, Izuku's gaze lowered a bit, his eyes drinking in the sight of the bunny girl's beautifully toned ass in her Hero costume.
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Name: [Rumi Usagiyama]
Quirk: Rabbit
Bond Level: 31
Current Level: 83
Effective Level: 219
[Attributes]
Strength: 388
Agility: 442
Vitality: 647
Intelligence: 39
Dexterity: 460
Luck: 219
Free Attributes: 415
[Perks]
Party Invitation Required
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("Hmmm...?")
As the only status he had checked since Toru's was his own, Izuku was surprised to find he could see the Bond between him and Mirko. He didn't know if 31 was good or not, but it would be useful if he intended to make a pass at the unreasonably powerful woman. The real question was, with the Perks tab mentioning a Party, did that mean he could invite Mirko right then and there?
Seemingly responding to his thoughts, a notification message displaying 'Target's Bond Level is not high enough for Party Invite' appeared before Izuku's eyes. Fortunately, even though it was super bright from his point of view, it cast no light on his face or surroundings...
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After taking a rather tense dumb, lamenting that Mirko could probably hear each of his bowel movements, Izuku was given a quick tour of her traditional, Shinden-zukuri-style house. There were few features, as Mirko didn't seem to care about such things, but it had a central courtyard filled with carrot patches, an onsen-like bath, and a fairly modern training gym.
When Izuku eyed the carrot patches with raised brows, Mirko made it a point to note, "They're not for me, brat. I keep a few rabbits in my room and sometimes let them out when I have a day off."
Raising his brows even further, Izuku asked, "You keep pet rabbits...?"
Furrowing her own, Mirko's voice was especially husky as she asked, "You got a problem with that?"
"Why would I?" asked Izuku, adding, "Rabbits are my favorite animal. They're small, relatively low maintenance, and extremely cute. If I were allowed to keep one, I would."
"Hoooo~?" hummed Mirko. "Are you trying to flatter me, brat? If they're really your favorite animal, you should at least know the scientific name for them, right?"
Snorting through his nose, Izuku defiantly remarked, "Too easy. Their scientific name is Oryctolagus Cuniculus. However, even if rabbits are their favorite animals, most people wouldn't know that. I just happen to be well-educated."
"Yeah, yeah," said Mirko, waving her hand dismissively before adding, "Work hard these next couple of days, and I might let you see and pet them. For now, let's get some grub."
Guiding Izuku to the kitchen and attached dining room, Mirko surprised him by presenting a variety of well-prepared, highly-nutritious dishes. There weren't any meat dishes, but there were braised tofu, red beans, brussels sprouts, and sauteed mushrooms, among the many vegetarian dishes.
"You're too easily surprised," remarked Mirko. "I live alone out here, so it's only natural that I can cook. Besides, you can't cultivate strong muscles if you're lacking in nutrition. Size doesn't mean shit over quality."
Punctuating her words with a slap to her thigh, Mirko sat across from Izuku at the low-lying table, requiring them to sit on cushions rather than proper chairs. She had already eaten, but Mirko wanted to ask Izuku a few questions, and, though she would never admit it, she was interested in hearing what he had to say about her cuisine.
Seeing Izuku just staring at her, Mirko furrowed her brows and asked, "What are you waiting for, permission? Start eating. And then answer my questions while you do."
Picking up the provided chopsticks, Izuku began to engorge himself on the prepared dishes. His Vitality recovered much quicker when he had a full stomach, so he was like a ravenous hyena with only marginally better table manners.
Nodding her head in approval, Mirko asserted, "Good. A strong appetite is a sign of good health. Now, onto my first question. And I expect you to be honest with me..."
Swallowing the food in his mouth, Izuku replied, "Go for it..." before Mirko could ask her question.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mirko asked, "Why did you choose to intern with me? And don't give me some bullshit about it being because I asked you to. If I hadn't received that email from the Principal, I wouldn't have known you existed. Even someone like me can understand he contacted me on your behalf."
Instead of feigning surprise, Izuku nodded a few times, remarking, "That sounds like something he'd do. As for why...well, the most straightforward way to explain it is that I'm one of the people All Might thinks would make a good successor as the 'Symbol of Peace.' He and the Principal are really close, so I've been receiving a ton of their support in secret."
Raising her brows, Mirko asked, "If it's such a secret, why are you running your mouth?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Izuku casually replied, "You're the top-ranked Pro Heroine and not much older than me. You're part of the generation that should have been the most affected by All Might's rise, so I doubt you'd do anything to undermine him. Besides, you told me to be honest. If I tried lying, my instincts tell me I would suffer quite a bit."
Adopting a somewhat lazy posture with her cheek resting on the knuckles of her right hand, Mirko muttered, "Well, you're not wrong...both about me being a fan of All Might and me being prepared to beat the shit out of you if you tried lying..."
Narrowing her eyes, Mirko added, "Anyways, you being one of All Might's proteges doesn't answer my question. Why did you come here...?"
"I think that's pretty obvious," replied Izuku, scooping up a few mouthfuls of rice before admitting, "It's because you're super hot, and I believe our natures complement one another. We both like to kick shit, and as far as I can tell, we don't really care if we live to see tomorrow. So long as 'today' is awesome."
Not expecting such a 'straightforward' answer, Mirko burst out laughing hard enough that she needed to cradle her stomach. More importantly, at least from Izuku's perspective, her Bond Level increased to 54 in a single go. He didn't know if that was considered high, but it was markedly higher than 31.
("Having an eroge-style system might not be so bad...") thought Izuku, ignoring Mirko's raucous laughter to shovel some more of her delicious food into his mouth.
Gradually regaining her reason, Mirko exhaled a much softer chuckle as she remarked, "I haven't laughed like that in a while. You're a real cheeky brat; you know that? Pining after a woman, what, eleven years older than you? Have you ever even held a girl's hand before?"
"I've done a lot more than that," revealed Izuku, meeting Mirko's gaze as he asserted, "I ain't no cherry boy."
Blinking in surprise, Mirko asked, "Seriously? Though, given how you act, I'm not too surprised. Girls are pretty weak to assertive and strong boys, and even I fell prey to similar types in Middle and High School..."
Seeing Izuku's brows furrow, a teasing smile developed across Mirko's face as she asked, "What? Disappointed that I'm not a virgin? Man, you must be down bad. Well, too bad for you, but I accumulated quite a bit of experience in Middle and High School. Though, to be fair, a lot of that can be attributed to my Quirk. Since I possess all the qualities of a 'rabbit,' I'm sexually charged by nature. Fortunately, I'm also an Agonophiliac, so I get off more from fighting than fucking these days."
Raising her hands and shrugging in a gesture of mock helplessness, Mirko added, "Either way, I have no interest in fucking some brat. I'm not saying your chances are zero, but you'd need to 'trigger' me, and the only way to do that is by defeating or, at the very least, impressing me. And let me tell you, after your performance on the beach, that's an uphill battle."
Stretching her arms over her head, Mirko issued what Izuku believed to be an intentionally sonorous moan. Then, with slightly narrowed eyes and a teasing smile, she remarked, "Well, I suppose there 'is' another way you can get me riled up. Ever given a massage before?"
"Quite a few times..." replied Izuku, his expression, and tone a little flatter than usual. "In fact, I'm pretty good at it..."
Raising her brows, Mirko asked, "Is that so?" before adding, "Then, lucky for you, my body is usually tense after returning from a patrol. If you can help me relax, I may reward you with a reach-around. For a little boy like you, that should be plenty."
With Mirko making a 'size gesture' with her index finger and thumb, Izuku's expression hardened as he raised both hands, spreading them about 20cm apart as he said, "I am 'not' a little boy..."
Blinking in genuine surprise, Mirko's expression was momentarily blank before a somewhat predatory smile developed across her face. If Izuku wasn't lying, his chances of success had shot up quite a bit. If she knew Izuku could help increase her strength, she might have pounced on him then and there...
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Name: [Rumi Usagiyama]
Quirk: Rabbit
Bond Level: 31-&gt;65
Current Level: 83
Effective Level: 219
[Attributes]
Strength: 388
Agility: 442
Vitality: 647
Intelligence: 39
Dexterity: 460
Luck: 219
Free Attributes: 415
[Perks]
Party Invitation Required
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Chapter 47: Chapter 47