212 Chapter 211
"AP Machine Gun...!"
While flying through the air using explosions generated from the soles of his feet, Bakugo fired off dozens of beam-like explosions at the colossal body of Tokoyami's Dark Shadow. Each was strong enough to pierce the outer layer of a tank's armor, but while he was able to create tiny holes in Dark Shadow's frame, its swirling purple mass regenerated nigh-instantly as it used its massive hands to swipe at Bakugo like a mosquito.
"You think you're tough...!?" exclaimed Bakugo, deftly dodging out of the way of Tokoyami's attack before generating rapid-fire explosions from his palms and soles that caused him to spin and accelerate rapidly.
Before Bakugo could build up the momentum to use his go-to Ultimate Move, Howitzer Impact, an exceptionally swift, brown-and-beige colored figure darted past him, its movements silent as it knocked him off balance and sliced open his side with its sharp talons.
'Shit...!' Bakugo exclaimed internally, using the force of his spin to fire off a powerful explosive beam at the figure that had attacked him, Lyril. Her Quirk, Hush, not only allowed her to nullify the sounds she produced, but if her opponent's Quirk or Skill had a sound component, she could negate it by temporarily robbing them of their voice.
Spinning and diving to evade Bakugo's attack, Lyril used the enormous frame of Dark Shadow to escape the former's line of sight, aided by her boyfriend actively shielding her.
'This damn birdbrained couple...!' Bakugo shouted silently, propelling himself high into the sky to avoid yet another sneak attack as he raised his hands overhead and began to rapidly-spinning mass of nitroglycerin sweat above his head. With his [Remote Detonation] Perk and his ever-increasing understanding of Mana manipulation, he could gather or store much greater quantities of his sweat to enable far more powerful Ultimate Moves.
Regaining his voice, Bakugo used all the strength he had to fling the rapidly spinning mass of death and destruction toward Dark Shadow's nearly 50m frame, shouting, "Super Ultimate Attack! Titanic Explosion!"
Rather than allowing Bakugo to do as he pleased, Tokoyami, through Dark Shadow, extended and stretched his hand hundreds of meters per second to intercept the explosive mass. Doing so permitted him to set it off early, but the resultant explosion was like a tiny sun, annihilating his arm and causing his Dark Shadow to diminish to fewer than thirty meters tall as Bakugo emerged from the blast with another swirling mass of sweat in his right hand.
Interrupting before Bakugo could finish Tokoyami off, Lyril assailed him from his blind spot, ruthlessly sinking the talons of her feet into his neck and arm. Bakugo reacted by slamming the explosive mass into her body, so the two promptly exploded as Tokoyami shouted, "LYRIL, NOOOOO...!" as his Dark Shadow began to rampage...
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"Let's wrap things up here," suggested Izuku, wearing a relaxed smile as everyone else seated in their nine-person, hand-linked circle perspired heavily. They had spent the past three hours utilizing the dreamscape for training, recreation, and relaxation. This translated to a little more than 50 days, so while he had enjoyed the change of pace, he was starting to get a little weary of watching over and pandering to the four couples.
Though Bakugo massaged his neck and stared at Tokoyami and Lyril with a pale, meaningful look, he didn't demand a rematch and instead agreed with Izuku's suggestion alongside everyone else. When the group began to disperse a few minutes later, however, he asked Kashiki to wait for him so he could speak with Izuku in private.
"So, are you coming over tomorrow...?" asked Bakugo, referring to a conversation he and Izuku had a few weeks prior, specifically regarding him dropping by to celebrate Mitsuki's 39th birthday.
Exhaling through his nose, Izuku replied, "I have plans, but I can make time. You said any time before 6 PM, right?"
Nodding in affirmation, Bakugo flatly reaffirmed, "That's when my dad gets back from work. Though, with how crazy things have gotten, he's usually home much later..."
"Right..." replied Izuku, rubbing his head and smiling awkwardly. Bakugo's brow twitched slightly in response, but instead of saying anything further, he turned to leave with his hands in his pockets. In his wake, Izuku stared at the direction of his departure for nearly two full minutes before closing his eyes and exhaling a weary sigh.
Though Bakugo hadn't outright asked Izuku to sleep with his mother, he revealed in the dreamscape that he had explained the situation to Mitsuki months prior. Izuku was almost certain that Mitsuki's Bond Level was high enough to join his Party on the spot, but since the candidacy list revealed she had been collecting more of his photos as their reunion drew nearer, it wasn't difficult to surmise she had begun to harbor certain...expectations.
Shaking his head, Izuku emulated Bakugo's action of putting his hands in his pockets as he departed Gym Gamma. He honestly couldn't blame Mitsuki for wanting to change or spice things up after more than twenty years of marriage, but even though they technically wouldn't be cheating if they used the dreamscape, Izuku had no intention of crossing any lines he shouldn't. He could 'very' easily visualize himself going to town on the spiky-haired MILF, but something fairly extreme would need to occur for him to consider doing so, dreamscape or otherwise.
'Well, if nothing else, this will allow me to confirm if this world is truly based on an eroge or doujin...' thought Izuku. There were only a handful of circumstances where he might consider doing more than giving Mitsuki an expensive present or massage. If any of those possibilities became a reality, he would probably kick his common sense to the curb and accept whatever came from that moment onward...
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'How weird...' thought Izuku, standing outside a large, three-story home with multiple rooms and a front window surrounded by a wall and a well-kept garden. Bakugo's parents were both fashion designers, so while their home was in the same neighborhood he grew up in, it was the largest on the block. This was one of the many reasons Bakugo was so popular as a kid, but since the reincarnated Izuku had never been there personally, he experienced a feeling of incongruency standing outside of it.
Suppressing the out-of-place feeling, Izuku approached the nearly 3m tall front door and rang the intercom doorbell. His Danger Sense briefly alerted him to the fact someone was watching him, so he adopted a smile and waved at the tiny camera serving as the door's peephole, prompting it to open a few seconds later, revealing a mature woman with spiky, ash-blonde hair and sharp red eyes. Her shapely figure was garbed in casual clothes consisting of a white blouse, red skirt, vanilla cardigan, and house slippers, but that actually increased her charm as she was very clearly not wearing a bra, her nipples becoming visible due to the frigid air coming in through the open door...
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Name: [Mitsuki Bakugo]
Title: Party Invitation Required
Quirk: Glycerin
Bond Level: 93
Current Level: 28
Effective Level: 45
[Attributes]
Strength: 29
Agility: 24
Vitality: 188
Intelligence: 64
Dexterity: 59
Luck: 92
Free Attributes: 140
[Perks]
Party Invitation Required
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"Heya, kiddo. You really grew up a lot since the last time I saw you..." said Mitsuki, looking slightly nervous as she sported a smile and combed back the hair framing the left side of her face.
Adopting a smile, Izuku rubbed the back of his head, replying, "Yeah. I went through a growth spurt around the start of April. I'm hoping to hit around 195cm by the time I stop..."
"Well, you're definitely on track..." stated Mitsuki, stepping aside as she added, "Come on in. I have snacks in the living room and a kettle full of hot water in the kitchen. I'll make you some tea."
"Sounds good," replied Izuku, entering the familiar yet foreign Bakugo residence and navigating to the living room using the original's memories. Mitsuki made her way to the kitchen as he made himself comfortable on their oversized, somewhat hard-backed sofa. Izuku took note of the fact that all of the curtains and blinds had been closed, so he wasn't surprised when Mitsuki returned and sat beside him, handing him a cup of steaming ginseng tea as she remarked, "I heard from Katsuki that you tested out of all your classes. You always were a smart kid..."
"Thanks for the compliment," replied Izuku, accepting and sipping the tea as Mitsuki observed him closely, waiting for him to finish before smiling as she appended, "I'm glad you came here today...I know you endured a lot dealing with Katsuki growing up. As his mother, I should have done more to rein him in..."
Placing her right hand on Izuku's thigh, Mitsuki began to massage it as she added, "Thank you for not holding a grudge against him...and also for helping to set him on the right path..."
Observing Mitsuki's actions for several seconds, Izuku eventually raised his gaze to meet hers, noticing a hungry glimmer in her crimson eyes as a sickly sweet aroma permeated the air. Natural glycerin was odorless, but the fragrance emanating from Mitsuki as she exuded smooth and glossy sweat from all over her body had a distinctly sweet odor.
Seeing how 'relaxed' Izuku was, Mitsuki's smile gained a hint of wryness as she remarked, "You must do this pretty often, huh? I heard about your circumstances from Katsuki, but you're not even remotely nervous..."
"And what about you?" asked Izuku, raising his right brow as he remarked, "You're sweating a lot, but you don't seem particularly hesitant..."
Tilting her head slightly, Mitsuki questioned, "What do you mean...?" as if she were genuinely confused by Izuku's words.
Shaking his head, Izuku grabbed Mitsuki's hand from his high, holding it a few centimeters from his face, massaging her palm with his thumbs as he remarked, "You seem excited by the prospect of what's to come..."
"Well, yeah..." replied Mitsuki, her voice faint and a light blush coloring her cheeks as she casually revealed, "I normally do this kind of thing with the models that work for our company. I never thought I would get to sample one of my son's friends, but you've certainly got the looks. If you became one of our brand representatives, I think our line might become one of the most popular in Japan..."
Starting to realize that Izuku hadn't come over with the express intention of having sex, Mitsuki narrowed her red eyes alluringly as she oriented her body toward him, placing her left hand on his thigh and drawing closer as she softly explained, "If you're worried about my husband, don't be. I'm not suggesting we involve him, but he enjoys photographing and filming..."
"Does Baku—does Katsuki know...?" asked Izuku, offering no resistance as Mitsuku nestled her face between his neck and shoulder, licking and kissing him as she answered, "We've never really discussed it, but I know for a fact he uncovered our private albums a few years back. That's...kind of the reason Masaru and I let him act out...we didn't know how to broach the subject or explain things..."
"Mmm..."
Seeing Izuku offer no resistance, even as she left a temporary hickey on his neck, Mitsuki felt emboldened enough to rise from the sofa, standing in front of him before raising the hem of her burgundy skirt to reveal red-lace underwear. More notably, there was a slit in the middle of the risque panties, exposing her completely drenched pussy and the peculiar tuft of hair above her crotch, resembling a tiny explosion.
Having already turned his brain off, Izuku stared blankly at the sight for several seconds before grabbing Mitsuki's waist. Then, for the better part of three minutes, he lapped up her sweet-tasting love juices before trying to give her a taste of what his fingers could do. Before he could, Mitsuki took things into her own hands, squatting in front of him and grinning as she fingered herself, clearly waiting for him to unsheathe his cock so she could suck it...
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(A/N: A glimpse of the future...?)
