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Miruko Gets Her Cheeks Clapped In PublicNotes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter TextWalking through the hole in space that Saitama had made, the group was now standing on a tall infrastructure. Looking down below and at their surroundings, they were left in astonishment,  at what they were seeing. The ginormous buildings. The lights that went as far as the eye could see. The amount of people all in one place. How loud everything was. The technology. It was all just too much to comprehend. Well, all for except Saitama.

Saitama has already grown in place very similar to his own. So he wasn't surprised in the least. He understood why they were so surprised about everything; understanding where they originated from. He understood that they were taking in, just how inferior their technology was, in comparison.

Scanning the place, Saitama took notice at how it looked like monsters walking around among humans. 'Did they learn how to coexist with one another...?' He thought to himself.

"So, Saitama-sama, what should we do?" Lady Muzan asked.

"Yeah, this place is just so..."

"Outstanding!!!" Suma shouted loudly, finishing Makio's train of thought.

"Well..." Saitama really didn't like being called lord, sama or master. However, he understood that they would call him that anyway, so he merely was just learning to live with it. It would take time but, it is what it is. That aside, he continued.

"You all know how to sneak about, blend in and do all that ninja stuff. So just, do what you do best and get Intel." He exclaimed. 

"Yes, Lord Saitama!!" They all said in union, before immediately leaving at high speed, looking as if they had just teleported. Saitama just rolled his eyes at them calling him "Lord" but he ignored it and sat down on the building they appeared on.

After the women and Akaza left, Saitama just decided to sit down on the building he was recently standing on; while putting his straw in his juice bottle to drink it. Something he had obtained by Lady Muzan. 'Man, this really is something I never thought would happen.' The hero for fun thought to himself, as he continued to drink his juice.

A little while later, Saitama felt it again, his pants getting tight in his private area. He quickly decided to grab it, in a pointless effort to calm his erection down. "Damn, not now, not when I'm all alone." He uttered under his breath. Even after all the beautiful women that he has fucked, he's still having this problem. And worst, he was alone, so he couldn't use anybody to get rid of it.

Before anything else could happen, a giant thud came from behind him, as smoke was in the air. "Huh?" He said while looking back.

In the smoke was a small crater, as a shadowy figure was in it. "Hey," came the voice of a female. Saitama looked on, as the woman began to emerge from the smoke, looking at him with a toothy smug grin. Saitama stood there in awe and curiosity as he took in her features.

As a fully grown woman, the mystery woman stood at five feet and two inches tall. Her red eyes were tilted slightly inwards and her long white hair flowed freely down her back to her waistline. She had an athletic body with muscular arms and legs and a shapely figure. Her white eyelashes were particularly long and her skin was tanned. What also took him by surprise was the pair of long white rabbit-like ears pointing upwards with a slight crook and a short white fluffy tail similar to a rabbit's.

Her costume consisted of a slim-fitting sleeveless white leotard with dark-purple trimmings around the shoulders and waist, which hugged all her curves perfectly. A pair of thick metal plates on her midriff that accentuated how toned she was made his mouth water even more than it already did. The yellow crescent moon-like symbol over her chest drew his attention towards it, but what really caught his eye were those dark-purple thigh-high boots with metal plating around the heel and toe areas that made them look like those of a rabbit's foot.

Saitama felt his member pulsate harder when he noticed that they reinforced kicks - this girl could definitely pack some serious power behind them! Lastly, she adorned herself with thick white gloves on her hands with long cuffs which sported small triangular protrusions around their edges.

"So who the hell are ya?" Interrogated the woman.

Saitama hesitated for just half-a-second before responding sarcastically: "Oh me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood hero for fun, Saitama. And you are?"

"Heh, I'm Miruko, the number five top hero," she responded with a bit of boastful tone and energy. Saitama couldn't help but notice how her chest jiggled as she spoke. He tried to shake off the feeling of arousal that was creeping up on him again.

"Number five, huh? That's impressive," he replied with a hint of sarcasm. "So what brings you here?" He then questioned.

Miruko hesitated for a moment before answering, "I heard there was some trouble in this area and decided to check it out."

Saitama raised an eyebrow skeptically, "Trouble? I haven't noticed anything."

Miruko smirked and leaned towards him, "Well, maybe you, are the trouble." She said.

Saitama just looked at her dryly with an unimpressed and bored look. "And what the hell would bring you to that conclusion??" He asked, a bit annoyed.

"Well maybe it has something to do with you sexually assaulting women. I mean, you aren't even trying to hide what's going on downstairs." She accused, scanning his member while pointing at it.

Saitama was at a loss for words at the audacity to accuse something like that because he was so lively in his pants. "Sexually assaulting women? What the fuck are you talking about?" he responded defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

Miruko rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Oh come on, don't play dumb with me," she said sarcastically as she stepped closer to him. "I've heard rumors about some unknown and self proclaimed 'hero' and his little 'heroic deeds' in bed."

Saitama couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew for a fact that it couldn't be him, considering he had just got to this universe, so there was no way in hell that it was him. However, with things they were now, he was way too suspicious. Therefore, he'd decide and try to get his way out of this.

"Listen here lady," Saitama started off hesitantly, "I don't know who you've been talking to or what rumors you've been hearing but I can assure you that I have never sexually assaulted anyone." His voice wavered as he spoke.

Miruko just scoffed and rolled her eyes yet again. "Save it," she spat back at him. "I can see right through your act."

Saitama's erection started acting up again and he quickly tried to hide it by shifting his stance awkwardly. Miruko tilted her head in a way that said 'gotcha' and then got into a fighting stance.

Saitama knew exactly what was going to happen next if she attacked him like this - she would end up regretting it big time. He tried reasoning with her one last time before things escalated any further.

"Look," Saitama began, trying desperately to keep the situation under control. "We don't have to fight about this. Why don't we just talk about how we can clear my name instead?"

Miruko paused for a moment, considering his words carefully before finally responding sarcastically: "Oh sure hero boy, let's sit down over some tea and crumpets while we discuss how we're going to clear your name from these accusations."

Saitama clenched his fists tightly in frustration as Miruko continued on with her taunts: "Or better yet why don't you just come clean already? Admit that you're guilty of all those sexual assaults!"

Saitama's frustration turned into anger as he heard her words. "I've had enough of your accusations!" he yelled, before launching himself towards her. Miruko was taken aback by his sudden movement, but quickly regained her composure and prepared for a fight.

Without hesitation, she jumped towards him in a sideways kick, her smug grin still plastered on her face. However, the next thing she knew, she was facing a brick wall while getting her cheeks clapped by Saitama.

It all happened so fast that she couldn't even process it. One moment she was launching an attack at Saitama while the next she was getting plowed by the same man - her ass poked out north and her face facing the other direction. She didn't even start moaning yet because she didn't realize that she was being fucked.

But as Saitama continued to thrust inside of her with increasing vigor and intensity, Miruko began to feel pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her moans grew louder with each passing second until they were echoing off the walls around them.

After feeling the tip of his dick brushing against her insides, he decided to slowly push forward to see if he could penetrate her deeply. Sure enough, the thick shaft went deep inside of her but there was no resistance whatsoever. The sensations of entering a tight virgin asshole.

Miruko had never been assfucked before but she realized right then and there that she was an anal slut. Despite it being her first anal experience, she moaned like a slut in heat with her tongue dangling outside of her mouth and drool dripping from it.

Saitama could feel his cock pulsing inside of Miruko's tight asshole as he slammed into her relentlessly. He couldn't believe how much of a freak Miruko turned out to be - taking all his dick up her ass without any complaints.

"You like that?" Saitama asked mockingly as he slapped Miruko's asscheeks together with each thrust.

"Fuck you," Miruko spat back at him between gasps for air.

Saitama just chuckled at her response before grabbing onto her waist tighter and pounding into her harder than ever before. The sound of their skin slapping against each other echoed throughout their surroundings.

Looking down at the fat buff ass that he was currently fucking, Saitama couldn't help but be reminded of Susamaru's ass. Only this time, Miruko's were much more toned and shapely. And man, was it much more fatter. 

He wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab her meaty cheeks and squeeze them. They seemed made for spanking! Not only that, it felt so damn good! It was probably the best asshole he's fucked up till this point. He didn't mind though; he loved her round, firm, juicy ass. It felt absolutely amazing. 

*Slap!* With each smack on her asscheeks, Miruko's asshole clenched tighter and tighter, around Saitama's meaty dick. Inch after inch went in and out of her warm, tight hole as he kept pounding away. Suddenly, he noticed that she stopped moving, a smile painted across her face. Was she enjoying herself as well? "You like that, don't you?" he growled sarcastically.

Miruko bit down on her lip, feeling the sting of pain shoot through her ass cheeks. She hated that he was right, but she couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her body. Saitama continued to thrust into her ass with a relentless pace, his thick cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. The feeling of being filled up by him was overwhelming, and Miruko couldn't help but moan louder with each thrust.

Saitama smirked at the sound of Miruko's moans, loving how much control he had over her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice low and husky.

"You like being my little anal slut?" he asked rhetorically. "Taking my cock like a good girl?"

Miruko glared at him through teary eyes, but couldn't deny the truth in his words. She was completely under his spell, unable to resist the pleasure that only he could give her.

"Mhmmmm. fuuuuuck!!!" Miruko cried out in pain, as Saitama sped up his thrusts, increasing the strength of his impact into her fat muscular ass. The brick wall the Miruko was being fucked against was now cracking from the strength of Saitama fucking her. The spanking that he was still delivering left his handprints on her dark mound of flesh.

'Oh fuck! He's going to break my ass,' the heroine thought to herself, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

Saitama didn't care about breaking Miruko's ass; all he wanted was to fuck it until it couldn't fuck him anymore. He continued his relentless assault on her tight hole, pounding into her with every ounce of strength he could use on her.

Miruko moaned loudly, both from the pain and from how good it felt to be taken so roughly. She hated herself for enjoying this so much, but she couldn't help it - the pleasure was too intense.

Not long after, the brick wall that she was getting plowed against, finally gave out. However, that meant little to Saitama, as he held her up by her voluptuous hips and continued to pump her butthole. Miruko's upper body was limp, only seeing the concrete ground while feeling Saitama deep inside her. Suddenly, her ears shot up, as she heard movement and voices on ground below them.

"Hhh. Is that the number 5 hero, Miruko?"

"Wow, she's getting fucked like a 2 dollar store by that bald man."

"And I think it's shoved up her ass too."

Even though Miruko couldn't see it, she could definitely hear it. The sounds of clicks and recordings, as the public started to watch her get her back blown out, by some perverted bald fuck.

She was mortified; this was not how she wanted to be discovered by the rest of the world. Saitama continued to fuck her ass mercilessly, oblivious to the attention they were now attracting.

Miruko tried to push him off of her but he was too strong. All she could do was lay there, feeling violated and helpless as he took what he wanted from her.

"Ahh. fuuuuck!" Miruko cried out in pain, feeling Saitama's rough hands grip onto her hips tightly as he pounded into her with a relentless force.

The thought of being recorded while getting fucked like this made Miruko feel violated beyond belief. She hated herself for enjoying it too, but there was something about Saitama's dominance that made everything else fade away.

Miruko tried to push him off, but she couldn't. Saitama held her tight, holding her in midair with his sheer strength. He grunted as he speared his thick cock into her anal folds. His stamina wasn't dented in the slightest and he felt as fit as ever, moreso even. The power dominating this Hero gave him was a pure delight.

'It's too much. Fuck.' Miruko thought to herself as her anus was stretched wide by Saitama's huge cock. Her long locks of ashy white hair bounced and shook with each savage slam, crashing into her body and her mind. His ferocity only broke more and more of her apart, and his cock rebuilt her in the way he wanted. The degenerate ecstasy was quickly becoming more than she could handle, and her body loved it.

Saitama continued to thrust into Miruko with an intensity that left no room for questions or hesitation on either of their parts. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he pounded into her relentlessly, making her moan with pleasure mixed with pain.

Miruko's mind was a blur of sensations as Saitama continued to pound into her relentlessly. His hands shifted from their firm squeeze around her waists, sliding up her back and clamping down on both her shoulders, lifting her up from her previous limp state. Her body trembled with anticipation as his rough palms then slid down her arms, gripping her wrists tightly.

Saitama tightened his grip on Miruko's wrists as he began pounding harder and faster than before. Each thrust would recoil through the white Hero, pushing her away until she was forced to grab onto his shoulders for balance. But not anymore.

He pulled her arms back forcefully, pressing her ass right up against him. She couldn't escape, and his grip made sure she couldn't. She felt a mixture of pleasure and frustration as Saitama ravished every inch of her body without mercy.

Miruko glanced down at the large audience that they had garnered, which only looked like it was increasing by the minute. The sight of strangers watching them fuck only added to the intensity of the moment. She felt exposed yet turned on by their attention.

Saitama noticed the audience as well, but he didn't care. The little bunny beneath him felt way too good, to care about whoever was watching. Saitama had so much power and strength that his dick alone could hold up Miruko if he so desired. But he continued to hold her by her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back, while still holding her up in the air.

The crowd recorded, took pictures and some were even jerking off at the sight of this powerful hero fucking a mortal woman so relentlessly. Miruko still had her hero outfit on, so her pussy was still partially covered up; only able to see the outside of her folds. However, what the audience was able to see while Miruko felt it was intense orgasms building up as her ass clamped down on the giant cock reshaping her butt.

Miruko couldn't believe that she was being watched while being fucked like this. It made her feel dirty and ashamed but also turned on beyond belief. She tried to push him away but he was too strong for her.

"Please. stop," she pleaded with him, but Saitama said nothing and continued his assault on her ass.

Not long after, news helicopters made it to the scene. Miruko's usually fiery and slanted eyes shot up in higher alarm. The only thing she could do was dip her head low and cover her face with her long white hair. Her bunny ears still erect from the throbbing member pounding away inside of her sphincter.

"Ooh fuck, you feel so fucking good," Saitama said in bliss. This was the best piece of ass he had thus far, and he was enjoying every second of it. Alwhile Miruko was slowly losing to the mighty cock, cumming, surprising even herself. "Damn, he really made me cum from a first anal experience."

She uttered under her breath, still rocking back and forth from his intense thrusts. The crowd continued to grow larger as people gathered around to witness Saitama's dominance over Miruko's body.

Saitama didn't care about the attention. All he cared about was fucking this bunny girl into oblivion. He pounded into her with even more force than before, making her scream loudly while bouncing on his cock like a sex doll.

Miruko's tits bounced back and forth Saitama's cock, slammed into her depths. Her hair hit her face, making it difficult to see anything else. She dipped her head low to look down. Saitama saw her bunny tail, curiously sliding his right hand down from her shoulder and gripping the tail in his hand.

"Nooo! WAI-AHHHH!~" Words couldn't finish leaving Miruko's mouth as she shot her fem-cum, immediately having another intense orgasm. Her tail was her most sensitive spot, causing her body to act up. "Oh." The bald hero uttered now, playing with her tail, while simultaneously slapping her phat jiggly muscular buttcheeks.

Saitama continued to pound into Miruko with even more force than before, making her scream loudly like a sex doll. The pleasure mixed with pain from the intense stimulation sent waves of ecstasy throughout their bodies.

"Oh! Ooohhh! Ahhh fuck!!!"

There was something senseless about the sheer relentless pounding. The uncontrolled, animalistic aggression behind the much stronger hero's thrusts that threw Miruko further and further into rapturous chaos. Not to mention him now playing with her bunny tail. Each time his cockhead smashed into her arse, she could feel herself teetering on the edge of complete loss of control - an abyss of pleasure mingled with pain.

Miruko's body hung limp as her body was used and fucked, filled with a steaming hot need. Her strength to fight had long since left her, but she wasn't completely out of strength. Just of a different kind. She felt her breath catch in her throat, her nipples going stiff. She was horny. She was so fucking horny. Her mind burned with the shame, the embarrassment of being so violently used. She had been misused, ravaged and ruined.

The crowd around them grew louder with each slam into her tender flesh, their whispers turning into cries of ecstasy mixed with vulgarity. It only fueled Saitama's desire to dominate Miruko further - to show everyone who the real fucking powerhouse was here.

And that he did, as after who knows how many times Miruko had cum at this point. A dizzy grin spread across her face, her eyes darting back to glance at the grunting, thrusting bald male. Miruko wasn't sure if it was the head trauma or being fucked silly, but her head was ringing.

Her mind was dancing to a song of pure lust and need. She'd never had the chance to fuck while in an audience watched, recorded and got off to seeing her ravaged. Why waste such a rare opportunity? Gradually, she began to unconsciously slam her ass back in sync with him.

It was in that moment of surrender that she felt the pleasure finally take her. Her eyes went glassy and unfocused, gazing off into the cloudless sky. Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling from her mouth in an expression of unrestrained passion.

That was unexpected, Saitama thought to himself as he looked down at Miruko. He had expected her to fight back harder or put up more of a fight, but instead she had willingly given in to his relentless assault.

"Huagh~! Ahh~!! Haaa~!!" Miruko was not even making human noises as the bald man barreled his cock in and out of her. She validated his ferocious fucking by truly surrendering to his cock. Like a coil of rope, Miruko came undone. She tried her very hardest to fight, to resist as hard as she could. But how could she fight this? Her body made the choice for her, and the mind followed willingly, now shown the depths of where she could go.

Saitama's muscles strained as he pushed deeper into Miruko's tight asshole. He could feel her resistance, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. She was his, and he would fuck her until she couldn't walk straight.

"Hmaahh~! Oah~! Aaoahh~!" Miruko let out a guttural moan of pleasure mixed with pain as Saitama continued to pound into her mercilessly. Her back was covered in bruises from where he had slapped her earlier, but she didn't care - all she could focus on was the intense pleasure that was building within her.

"Fucking hell," Saitama grunted, his voice laced with dominance. "You're taking my cock like a champ."

Miruko couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his comment. She may have been hesitant and reluctant before, but Saitama had pushed all those doubts aside and turned her into a dirty little slut who craved his dominance.

The hero for fun, finally felt himself getting ready to cum. With a wicked grin and unrelenting thrusts, he brought both of his hands up to the dark skin's bunny ears and pulled them back. With one final thrust, Saitama exploded inside of Miruko's ass with a loud groan.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!!~"

She could feel his hot cum filling up her insides as she collapsed onto the roof in exhaustion; Saitama following suit to stay inside her gapped hole a little longer. The intensity of their encounter had taken its toll on the number 5 heroine, leaving her trembling with pleasure and relief.

After what felt like an eternity of intense fucking, Saitama finally pulled out from inside of Miruko, got to his feet and stepped back from her trembling form. His cock still dripping with their mixed juices, as he admired his work. Until, she slowly and shakily got up from the ground before, carefully turning around to face him, still trying to catch her breath and barely able to stand.

The air between them was thick with heavy breathing and the stench of sex as the short heroine struggled to regain her composure. Miruko looked up at Saitama through half-closed eyes, her expression a mix of pride and fatigue.

"That. That was unexpected," Miruko gasped out between breaths.

Saitama just smirked at her in response before speaking up: "You know what they say about assumptions right? They make an ass outta you."

Miruko stared at Saitama for a moment, her expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. She finally rolled her eyes in response before snapping back sarcastically, "Oh yeah? Well I guess I just got my ass handed to me then didn't I?" She said with a shakey grin, lifting up her bubbly and used asscheeks.

Saitama chuckled at this before responding with a smug grin, "You could say that." He leaned in closer to Miruko, his voice lowering as he spoke. "But you know what they say, practice makes perfect," he said suggestively.

Miruko raised an eyebrow in confusion before realizing what Saitama meant. The audience around them had all gone silent, some looking on with intrigue while others shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

She hesitated for a moment before finally sighing and getting down on her knees in front of him. A wave of apprehension washed over her as she looked up at him. She was aware of the crowd's attention on them now more than ever before.

Saitama wasted no time in grabbing his still rock-hard cock and placing it in front of Miruko's face without any hesitation or reluctance showing on his face. He watched as she reluctantly took it into her mouth and began sucking him off slowly and hesitantly.

"Oooh." He groaned out, as he placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her along his length. "Mhmm, that's it." He said, in pleasure. Miruko couldn't respond, as she glared up at him, in disbelief that she was doing something like this, with so many people watching. And definitely the whole world too, because of those fucking news helicopters.

She felt a mix of arousal and disgust as Saitama's cock slipped further into her mouth. The taste of him filled her senses, making her gag slightly. She tried her best to focus on the task at hand but found herself distracted by the realization that their encounter was being captured by multiple cameras.

The thought only made Miruko hesitate even more. What would people think? How would they react? But then again, who cared? It wasn't like they could go backward now. so might as well just go all in.

Miruko took a deep breath and began sucking Saitama's cock with more determination. She could feel his grip tighten against her scalp as he moaned louder and louder.

Despite her initial reluctance, she couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body as she sucked him off. Miruko could feel herself getting wetter with each passing second, the heat between her thighs intensifying. The thought of all those people watching them only added to her arousal - the idea of being viewed as a dirty slut made her knees weak.

Saitama groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as Miruko sucked him off harder and faster. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling back slightly to look down at her with a smirk on his face.

"That's it," he growled out, his voice laced with dominance. "Suck me like the dirty little whore you are."

Miruko struggled to find words as Saitama's words fueled her desire even further. She felt herself losing control - wanting nothing more than to give in completely to this moment.

Her lips moved faster around his shaft, saliva dripping down onto her chin as she gagged slightly. Saitama's hands tightened in her hair once again, causing Miruko to let out a muffled moan against him.

The sounds of Miruko gobbling up Saitama's dick were heard, as she took in his massive length. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Miruko's moans were muffled by the sound of her mouth slamming against his cock, her lips tightening around him with each passing second. The taste of his precum mixed with her saliva, creating a heady cocktail that only fueled her desire further.

As she sucked him off, Miruko couldn't help but marvel at how big he truly was. She had never been with someone so well-endowed before, and the sheer size of him both intimidated and excited her. But in this moment, she didn't care about any hesitation or reluctance - she just wanted to please Saitama however he desired.

Her hands held onto his thighs for support as she continued to work her mouth up and down his shaft. The bulbous tip hit the back of her throat, causing her eyes to water slightly as she struggled to take him all in.

"Ghkgh! Gahgk! Gaghk! GAHKGH!" Miruko began to gag and choke as Saitama's grip tightened around her ears, holding her head in place as he forced his cock further down her throat. Miruko gagged and choked, struggling to maintain control over her body as the pressure became too intense. Her eyes watered even more, and she found herself struggling to breathe.

"Fuck," Saitama grunted, still holding onto her tightly. "You're pretty good at this, aren't you? But I think it's time you prove just how much of a dirty little slut you can be."

Miruko's mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She didn't know if she could handle this level of dominance any longer. The taste of his precum mixed with the feeling of him forcing himself into her mouth made bile rise up in her throat.

But despite the hesitation and reluctance that gnawed at her, Miruko continued to suck him off without protest. She wanted to prove herself - to show him that she could take whatever he dished out.

As Saitama pushed deeper into her mouth, Miruko began to lose track of time. The only thing that mattered now was the taste of him on her tongue and the way he groaned with pleasure.

Saitama let out a low groan as he felt himself getting closer to climax. "Fuck yeah. just like that," he moaned out between heavy breaths. As he reached his peak, he pulled away from Miruko's mouth and began stroking himself until he came all over her face.

Miruko wiped the cum off of her face with a disgusted look on her face before standing up and dusting herself off. "That was fucking gross," she spat at him before turning to leave.

As he watch her fleeing form, he noticed how hard it was for her to stand, thanks to his brutal pounding. He knew that that tight ass of her were sore. But that didn't stop him from quickly appearing behind Miruko and smacking that nice plump ass; immediately gripping it in his hands.

"Hey," Saitama said with a smirk on his face as he held onto her firmly. "Had fun?"

Miruko glared at nothing in particular with hate in her eyes but said nothing. She knew there was no point in arguing with him anymore - the damage had been done.

She didn't hate him fucking her, far from it. It was the fact that not only did he do it in front of a live audience and her being recorded, but because she had gotten off to it.

Miruko couldn't believe how much pleasure she had taken from Saitama's dominance and rough handling. She hated herself for getting off on it, but there was no denying the truth - she loved every second of it.

As Saitama gripped her ass tightly, Miruko hesitated for a moment before turning around to face him. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked with a sneer on her face.

"I was gonna just offer you lift to your home." He answered with his usual poker face. Miruko looked up at him in a mixture of shock and hidden anger. However, she couldn't capitalize on it for a few reasons.

The first being is because, as she stepped closer to him, she felt the sudden pain ripple through her asscheeks. If it wasn't for him holding it, she would've fallen over. Secondly, the cameramen and news anchors getting ready to approach and question her. Nor to mention the civilians surrounding them. And finally because, she secretly wanted him to follow her. Because of her bunny like quirk, aside from the enhanced hearing, speed, agility, endurance, durability and strength she inherited, it also gave her insane amounts of stamina in bed. Therefore, "Alright fine..." She said looking away and folding her arms.

Saitama let out a chuckle and nodded, as he had a firm grasp on her ass, and jumped in the direction that she lived.

Meanwhile, as this all took place, a faceless man was aware of everything that had just unfolded. Even before the audience became aware. Standing behind him was some kind of doctor. "It's time for a prison break in." He said outloud with a sinister grin.

Lady Nagant vs Saitama's DickSummary:The demons became weaker because of the cure. In order for them to walk in the sun, they had to become more human. They still have their abilities and they will become much stronger.

Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter TextIt had been a few days since the infamous recording of Miruko getting fucked by Saitama on the roof went viral, garnering over 1 billion views on every website imaginable. The curiosity was palpable, with people asking questions like "Who was that mystery bald man?" "How strong was he?" and "Where did he come from?" Even All For One couldn't resist the allure.

Sitting in his plush chair, All For One smirked wickedly as he plotted behind the scenes. Though injured from his battle with All Might and limited in his movements, he by no means considered himself defenseless. Now, it was time to put his plan into action.

"Heh, yes I'm ready," the doctor replied with a wicked smile. Behind them, a computer displayed a male figure sitting at a bar, his face covered by a hand. He wore messy clothes and seemed to radiate an air of darkness.

To their right, All For One glanced at Dr. Ujiko, who had already prepped a tablet with videos showing Miruko's previous encounters with Saitama. It was clear that she reveled in being dominated, and All For One was determined to exploit her desires.

"Alright then," All For One said, turning back to the screen. "Miruko is the key to our plan. We need to unlock her deepest desires and use them against her."

Dr. Ujiko's eyes gleamed with excitement as he spoke, his voice dripping with sadism. "Oh yes, I'm all for that!" he exclaimed eagerly.

All For One chuckled sinisterly before continuing on the subject of Miruko's darker affinities. "I want you to devise a trap that will lure her in," he said through gritted teeth.

"But not just any trap," All For One added menacingly. "Something so enticing that even she won't be able to resist it."

"Alright Dr. It's time for a Tartus prison break," All For One declared, his voice dripping with malice.

The Tartarus prison held some of the most dangerous villains in the world - heroes who had fallen from grace and were now locked away forever. But All For One knew that even these dark individuals still possessed powerful abilities they could use to further his evil ambitions.

He turned to Dr. Ujiko, his personal doctor and henchman, who stood nearby with an eager glint in his eyes. "Are you ready to set our plan into motion?" All For One asked with a hint of amusement.

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Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Ah! Ah! Ohh. fuck!"

The sound of Miruko's moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as her plump ass clenched around Saitama's throbbing cock. Wearing her hero custom, she propped herself up on her toes, mounting him with a hunger that betrayed her innocent exterior. Her eyes locked onto his face as he effortlessly plunged into her tight asshole, relishing in the power he held over her.

As she slammed up and down on his dick, a ripple formed throughout her cheeks, accentuating the curves of her ass. The sight alone was enough to make Saitama ache with desire, but there was something else that fueled his eagerness - something darker.

After three days of their first encounter on the roof, Miruko had come to an important realization about herself: she loved getting fucked in the ass. It was a taboo pleasure that had awakened a primal instinct within her, one that left her craving more of Saitama's dominant touch.

Watching on the sidelines while riding on giant dildos that Miruko had kindly bought for them, were Saitama's previous women that he had broken in with his dick. Lady Muzan, Daki, Nakime, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru. The room was filled with a mixture of hesitation and reluctance as they watched Miruko bounce up and down on Saitama's cock.

"What is this?" Miruko started off with a smirk on her face as she looked at the women and observed their performance. "You girls haven't been serving our bull properly, have you?" The heroine went on, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she continued to bounce up and down on Saitama's cock.

Miruko locked eyes with each of them in turn, assessing their expressions of discomfort. "I can't train you ladies to bring out your full potential if you can't even take on those XXXXXL dildos that I so graciously bought for you."

Lady Muzan shifted uncomfortably on her dildo, her body straining against its overwhelming girth. She bit her lip, contemplating whether to voice her concerns or remain silent.

The ex demon king's expression shifted from surprise to disbelief as she watched Saitama's women take their place on the giant dildos. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Miruko's comment.

"Please," Lady Muzan scoffed, "those dildos are fucking enormous! How are we supposed to handle them?"

Miruko chuckled wickedly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, don't tell me you're scared now," she taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought you were supposed to be Saitama's strongest women. You're not exactly living up to his expectations, are you?"

Daki and Nakime exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. "She's right," Daki said reluctantly. "We haven't been able to get over that first time we tried to resist him."

Miruko smirked triumphantly as she continued to ride Saitama's cock with abandon. "That's because you need to be broken in properly," she replied, her tone dripping with confidence. "And if you can't handle those XXXXXL dildos I bought, then how can I expect you to handle our bull?"

Scoffing, Miruko got up from Saitama's dick, as she felt the cold breeze enter, her now exposed hole. "Hold on Saitama," she said with a smug smirk on her face. "Let me demonstrate to these bitches how it's done."

Saitama paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Miruko. He leaned forward and spoke with a bored expression yet intrigued tone. "Okay," he replied nonchalantly.

Miruko turned to face the women who were now watching her intently, their bodies glistening with sweat from the intense experience they had been subjected to. She took a deep breath before walking over to one of the giant dildos that were sitting on a nearby table.

Positioning herself directly above it, Miruko lowered herself onto it slowly but steadily, without any trace of hesitation or struggle. The plastic penis filled her up easily and comfortably as it slid into her tight asshole.

"Look at how easily it slides in and out of my ass," Miruko said sarcastically, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I don't want any complaints when your ass and minds break from being fucked by Nomus twice as studier than these flimsy things."

Without missing a beat, Miruko began to repeatedly squat on the dildo, her eyes locked on Lady Muzan's face. Her movements were slow and deliberate, highlighting the immense size of the toy compared to her tiny frame.

Lady Muzan's eyes widened with a mix of awe and horror as she watched Miruko effortlessly take the massive dildo deep inside her ass. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as everyone witnessed Miruko's display of resilience and dominance.

Daki and Nakime exchanged nervous glances once again, their uncertainty palpable in the air. The same for Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru. They all had seen Saitama break them willingly, their bodies shattering into pieces under his relentless assault. But witnessing Miruko take control like this was a whole new level of intensity.

Miruko's wicked grin grew wider as she watched the hesitation and reluctance etched on Lady Muzan's face, her body still locked in a tense embrace with the giant dildo. She savored the power she held over the group, relishing in their discomfort.

"Let alone our Saitama," Miruko sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "When he's too busy rearranging your guts."

Daki and Nakime exchanged uneasy glances, their hearts pounding in their chests as they contemplated the brutal acts that awaited them. The memory of Saitama's dominance echoed through their minds, making them tremble with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Miruko continued to squat gracefully on the dildo before her, each downward motion pushing it deeper into her asshole. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke to the women who were now frozen in awe at her display of resilience.

"You see," Miruko began, her tone laced with sadistic delight. "Saitama doesn't just break you physically - he breaks you mentally too. And if he wished, your spirits would be nothing more than a husk of its original self." The dark skinned heroine explained.

Suddenly, Miruko's phone began to rang, interrupting the tense standoff between her and the women. Scoffing, she got off the giant dildo and walked over to answer. When she picked up the call, her voice dripped with annoyance.

"What is it? I'm in the middle of something," Miruko barked into the phone.

On the other end, one of her staff members from her hero agency anxiously spoke. "We apologize for interrupting you, Mrs. Miruko," he stammered. "But the Tartus prison has just been broken into. Now a multitude of dangerous prisoners are on the loose and causing mayhem."

Miruko rolled her eyes in annoyance, clearly not impressed by this sudden interruption to their game. "Gimme a fucking bit," she replied curtly before hanging up abruptly.

Turning around to face the six women standing with dildos in hand and sweat trickling down their flushed bodies, Miruko smirked wickedly. "Take your dildos and ride them for 10 hours straight - both punishment and training," she commanded sarcastically.

Afterwards, Miruko turned to the still naked Saitama and said, "C'mon and help me out. You'll definitely be able to do more than me." Saitama nonchalantly got up before nodding. Honestly, his only concern was the stiffy he still had downstairs, leaking on the floor. But he just shrugged, letting it be his future self's problems.

Quickly dressing into his hero costume, him and Miruko were off. However, as Saitama had already gone, Miruko turned around and said to Lady Muzan, "I don't know why, but my animal instincts are telling me you'll be needed. C'mon."

Panting heavily from her previous experience, Lady Muzan slowly got off from the massive dildo that had been filling her senses just moments ago. Her body trembled with both exhaustion and anticipation as she followed Miruko out of the room.

The room was now left in an eerie silence as they departed, leaving behind an unsettling atmosphere filled with unspoken desires and unfulfilled cravings. Daki and Nakime stood frozen in place, their minds racing with questions about what awaited them next.

"Welp, we better start and just get this over with." Came the voice of Makio, as she began to tide thick dildo. The rest of the women followed suit, filling the room with their entense moans and grunts.

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Saitama, was used to Miruko's shenanigans and knew exactly what she was trying to pull. He smirked, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Just be on your best behavior. Promise?"

Miruko crossed her arms over her chest, a hint of disappointment mingling with her amusement. "Oh for fuck's sake," she groaned dramatically. "I don't promise shit unless I'm ready to follow through."

Saitama chuckled softly, not bothering to explain himself further. He had a reputation for being carefree and easygoing, and it wasn't going to change anytime soon.

It has now been thirty minutes, and thanks to Saitama, most of the villains were done with literally negative difficulty. Unfortunately, Miruko wasn't Saitama. Right now, she was hopping around and dodging the bullets of a well-renowned assassin. She went by the name Lady Nagant.

Lady Nagant was a tall woman with a curvy body, her features accentuated by her indigo-colored hair adorned with numerous scattered pink streaks. The assassin had a seductive aura about her, but Miruko couldn't afford to be distracted. She had to focus on the task at hand.

Lady Nagant's quirk allowed her to extend a rifle from her right arm and load bullets into it through a hole in her hand. The range of her shots was impressive - 3 kilometers - but it also carried a risk of jamming due to the increased power output.

As Miruko dodged another bullet that whizzed past her ear, she couldn't help but think, "Damn it! This bitch is good!" She knew that if she didn't find an opening soon, this battle would turn into a bloody massacre.

Miruko's eyes darted around, searching for a way to exploit Lady Nagant's quirks. The assassin's movement was fluid and calculated, making it difficult for Miruko to predict her next move. She needed a distraction, some way to throw her off balance.

As Lady Nagant locked eyes with Miruko, a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "You're not so tough after all, are you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Miruko scoffed in response, refusing to let Lady Nagant get under her skin. "Please," she retorted sarcastically. "I've seen better."

Lady Nagant chuckled darkly before continuing her assault. Her Air-Walk Quirk allowed her to levitate effortlessly while still maintaining control over her rifle. With each twist and turn, she closed in on Miruko, aiming at anything but her head.

Smirking, Lady Nagant would decide to provoke Miruko. "Ya know, I've seen what happened to you in the recordings," she said with a hint of malicious amusement in her voice. "Those explicit images of you getting fucked by Saitama. They're quite. stimulating."

Miruko couldn't help but roll her eyes, already having to deal with this before. "I'm not gonna lie, your slutty expressions, mixed in with your loud moans, mhmm~" Lady Nagant imitated Miruko's moans sarcastically. "And of course the cherry on top, you bent over while your ass was just completely ravaged by Saitama."

Lady Nagant's eyes narrowed as she adjusted the magnification on her scope. "Don't get too cocky," she warned, a sinister smile playing on her lips. "I can take you down with just one shot."

Miruko chuckled darkly, feigning indifference despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Is that so?" she retorted, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Before she could make promise on her words, Saitama appeared directly in front of her, taking the shot. This surprised Nagant, because not only did this man seemingly pop out of thin air, but her bullet did absolutely no damage to him. Jumping back to gain some distance, Lady Nagant took in the bald hero's features. As she did, the realization hit her like a truck. This was the man that All For One had spoken to her about.

Saitama's eyes narrowed as he stared at Lady Nagant with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Well, well, well," he drawled sarcastically. "Look at what we have here."

Miruko rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Saitama, please don't waste time," she scolded him playfully. "We've already done our hero duties; but now that we've beaten majority of the escapees, you can have some mindless fun with this criminal slut."

Saitama chuckled softly, his expression suddenly shifting from annoyance to desire. "Oh trust me," he replied huskily, his voice dripping with lust. "I can promise you plenty of mindless fun."

"Well, while you deal with her, I'm gonna go back and relax from all the work today; while also checking on the progress on the girls," Miruko said nonchalantly, before hopping off the building without a second glance at Saitama. She smirked to herself as she made her way towards their safe haven that had been set up for their little adventures.

Saitama just waved dismissively at her leave. The hero's eyes remained fixed on Lady Nagant, who continued to point her rifle menacingly at him. He could sense the tension in the air, the energy crackling between them like an electric current.

Off on a higher building to the side, Lady Muzan stood silently, her gaze unwavering on Nagant. Looking at the criminal, she could see what All For One had put inside of her. "Tch. that bastard," she said to herself, being reminded way too much of her previous life.

Lady Muzan's eyes narrowed as she watched Lady Nagant skillfully maneuver her rifle, unleashing a relentless barrage of bullets at Saitama with all the determination and skill that she possessed. Each shot ricocheted off Saitama's bare skin, frustrating the ex heroine in her attempts to defeat him.

With every impact, Lady Muzan could feel waves of arousal building within her. She smirked to herself, reveling in the sight of Lady Nagant's futile resistance against an unstoppable force. The thought of Saitama taking down another strong-willed woman fueled Muzan's desire even more.

As Lady Nagant continued to fire relentlessly, Muzan leaned back against the building, crossing her legs lazily. Her finger traced circles on her thigh as she watched the obvious outcome unfold before her eyes. Lady Nagant, just like the rest, would soon become nothing more than a slut for the hero for fun.

How could he be so resistant to her advances? Lady Nagant thought to herself, as she tried to escape with her air walk quirk. However, before she could even turn around, she felt something poking her from behind. Quickly twisting her head, she'd see that Saitama was already behind her. "The fuck." She commented. As she was about jump away, she noticed that both of his hands were limp to his side. Wait, so then, what was poking and rubbing at her ass?

Lady Nagant's eyes widened in surprise as Saitama pressed himself against her from behind. His hands remained at his sides, leaving her unsure of what was happening. A conflicting mix of arousal and confusion washed over her.

But just as Lady Nagant was about to turn and escape with her air-walking abilities, a sharp pain shot through her body as something hard and unyielding pressed against her ass. She gasped in surprise and twisted her head to see Saitama standing right behind her, a bored look on his face.

"What," Saitama said with a monotonous. "Don't act like you weren't aware of the outcome."

As Lady Nagant hesitated, Saitama's hands moved slowly from his sides and trailed up her sides until they reached the curve of her waist. His touch sent shivers down her spine as he pulled her closer, his lips grazing against the nape of her neck. His breath tickled sensitive skin, teasing and taunting.

"You know you want me," Saitama whispered huskily, his voice dripping with desire. "You can't resist me."

Lady Nagant bit down on her lower lip, fighting the urge to give in to his sensuality. But deep down, she knew he was right. She craved this raw intensity between them; the way their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

He suddenly then brought her body down on all fours, as her rifle retracted back into her elbow. Lady Nagant's heart raced with a mix of excitement and hesitation as she felt Saitama take control. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Sorry, Miruko was bouncing on my cock before all of this happened," Saitama said casually, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, releasing his throbbing erection from its confines. Without warning, he slapped it down on Lady Nagant's covered up derriere.

Lady Nagant winced as the impact sent shockwaves through her body. She could feel the weight of his dick pressing against her, causing a surge of arousal to course through every nerve ending in her being. She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing the wet spot forming on the backside of her pants where Saitama's pre-cum had soaked into the fabric.

"Give me your worst," Lady Nagant challenged defiantly, a mixture of determination and desire in her eyes. "I will never submit."

Saitama, still being himself, was nonchalant about the entire thing. His mind boggled at the sight before him - Lady Nagant bending over on all fours, her tight fabric pants propping up her perfect ass. She wasn't ready to surrender completely to him, and he found himself torn between two options: tearing off her clothes and gaining full access, or fucking her through those tantalizing fabric pants.

His cock throbbed with anticipation as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind. On one hand, ripping away Lady Nagant's clothes would allow him complete dominance over every inch of her body, an opportunity for unrestrained pleasure that could push him to new heights. But there was something undeniably tempting about fucking her through those tight fabric pants.

The sound of another raindrop falling on Saitama's head snapped him out of his contemplation. Looking up at the sky, him Lady Nagant and Lady Muzan, could all see the approaching storm. Not just any storm - a downpour that promised to drench them all.

Saitama smirked to himself as he realized how fate had intervened at just the right moment. The thought of the rain falling onto Lady Nagant's exposed ass made his dick throb with anticipation. Lady Nagant's eyes narrowed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal swirling within her. She couldn't deny the throbbing ache in her core as Saitama's words echoed in her mind. The way he nonchalantly explained that he was too busy fucking Miruko before this encounter only fueled her desire further. And not to mention, the rain that was now falling onto them. Each droplet touching his enormous dick, mixing with his pre-cum.

She looked back at him, locking eyes with Saitama's bored gaze. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as she felt the backside of her pants grow wetter with his pre-cum and the rain. Lady Nagant's conflicting emotions crashed together like waves-the need for control warring against an overwhelming desire for release.

"You think this is it?" Lady Nagant scoffed, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. "You think I'm simply going to bend over for you? No fucking way!"

"Just try it, you asshole." Lady Nagant challenged with a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Those words literally meant nothing, as before she could even register what had happened, Saitama already had removed the tight fabric that hid her bottom from the world.

The only thing she had on now were the remnants of her purple sleeveless dress with gold piping around the hem. Her white zip-up boots clung to her calves, the black lines adorning the front extending to the bottoms and heels. And finally, a metallic utility belt in which she stored her bullets.

Lady Nagant's eyes widened as she turned to face Saitama, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She could feel the cool air and raindrops against her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. But before she could react, Saitama's hands slid from his side and gripped onto her hips firmly, holding her in place.

"The fuck?" Lady Nagant muttered under her breath, a hint of surprise and arousal in her voice. "What the hell are you doing?"

Saitama raised a confused brow, his grip tightening on her waist as he said, "Umm, didn't you hear what Miruko said before she left? She didn't say we were just going to have fun; she said we were going to have mindless fun."

Lady Nagant's eyes widened at Saitama's audacity. Mindless fun? Did he really think this was all about mindless sex? The cool rain droplets continued to fall onto her exposed derriere and thighs, intensifying the sensations that coursed through them.

She was torn between frustration and desire, unsure if she should give into his advances or fight against it. Part of her wanted to resist, to maintain control over the situation. But another part of her yearned for something more - something that would break down those walls she had so carefully built around herself.

Saitama's fingers grazed along the curve of Lady Nagant's waist as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You can't resist me forever," he whispered huskily, his words laced with dirty promises. "I know how much you want this."

His voice and hot breath sent shivers down Lady Nagant's spine, as his dick pressed against her cunt. She held her breath as she felt his bulbous tip, preparing to enter her soaked womanhood. From both the rain and her own love fluids, Lady Nagant could feel herself dripping with anticipation.

But before Saitama could enter her tight pussy, a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. He remembered that she had called him an "asshole" mere moments ago. And because of that, he redirected his aim from her tight pussy to her even tighter asshole.

Lady Nagant's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief at Saitama's audacity. "You wouldn't dare," she spat, turning her head over her shoulder with a glare that could kill.

Saitama looked down at Lady Nagant lazily and replied with a smirk, "Riiight. I wouldn't dare. unless you want me to."

Without waiting for a response, Saitama pushed his hips forward, slowly and carefully forcing each and every inch of his shaft into Lady Nagant's asshole. The sensation of his monstrous length stretching her opened her up unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

"AAAAAHHHHHH, FUUUCK!!!!!" Lady Nagant's outcry was so loud and piercing that it echoed through the thunderstorm, drowning out the sounds of nature. If it weren't for the torrential downpour, her voice would have been heard from blocks away.

Her screams mixed with Saitama's relentless thrusts into her tight asshole, creating a symphony of pleasure and pain. Each powerful thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through their bodies as they both succumbed to their carnal desires.

Saitama delighted in the way Lady Nagant screamed, feeling a surge of pride and satisfaction at being able to bring her such intense pleasure. Her cries filled his ears, drowning out even the angry roar of thunder in the distance. He relished in this moment, taking control and unleashing all his pent-up desire.

As he continued to ravage her ass, he couldn't help but admire the way it clenched around his throbbing length. Lady Nagant's petite frame shook with each forceful thrust, her stomach bulging and stretching to accommodate his massive cock.

This was her very first ever anal experience, mixed in with his unbelievable size. It was just too much to handle, especially since there was no lube and that he was forcing it down her bubbly butt. A smile came to his lips as he started to quickly thrust into her and ravage her asshole. Lady Nagant's body trembled under Saitama's relentless assault. The rain continued to drip onto them as she gasped for air between each cry of pleasure and agony. Her mind battled between wanting to resist and give in completely to this overwhelming sensation. It was as if every nerve ending in her body had been ignited by his monstrous size.

"Ah! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh! Ah" Lady Nagant's mind continued to race with conflicting emotions as Saitama's hips slammed into her with unrelenting force. The combination of his overwhelming size and the intensity of their intimate encounter overwhelmed her senses. Pain mingled with pleasure, creating a maddening cocktail that both terrified and exhilarated her.

As Saitama pounded into her relentlessly, Lady Nagant's body quivered with each powerful thrust. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to find equilibrium between the pleasure and the agony. Her thoughts raced through her mind, questioning if she had made a mistake by engaging in this forbidden act with him.

But deep down, Lady Nagant couldn't deny the electric current that surged through her veins with every movement of Saitama's hips. It was a primal force that defied reason or logic, pulling her further into his grasp.

Saitama reveled in the tightness of Lady Nagant's asshole as he thrust into her over and over again. He could feel the muscles clenching around him, a delicious contrast to the pleasure spreading through him like wildfire. Her moans of ecstasy and pain mingled together in the air, mixing with the sound of rain pounding against their skin.

"Ah! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh! Ah" Lady Nagant's mind continued to race with conflicting emotions as Saitama's hips slammed into her with unrelenting force. The combination of his overwhelming size and the intensity of their intimate encounter overwhelmed her senses. Pain mingled with pleasure, creating a maddening cocktail that both terrified and exhilarated her.

As Saitama pounded into her relentlessly, Lady Nagant's body quivered with each powerful thrust. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to find equilibrium between the pleasure and the agony. Her thoughts raced through her mind, questioning if she had made a mistake by engaging in this forbidden act with him.

But deep down, Lady Nagant couldn't deny the electric current that surged through her veins with every movement of Saitama's hips. It was a primal force that defied reason or logic, pulling her further into his grasp.

As Lady Muzan watched from afar, fingering herself to the arousal scene before her, her moans were completely drowned out by the thunderstorm. Too busy on her own pleasure, she missed the return of Miruko, who had a sly smile on her face. And the bunny hero wasn't alone, as she brought the other women with her; Daki, Nakime, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru.

Miruko's eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked at Lady Muzan. "Someone's having fun," she taunted sarcastically.

Lady Muzan chuckled lightly as her cheeks turned a shade of red from both embarrassment and arousal. "So what if I am?" she responded defiantly but hesitantly.

A wicked grin spread across Miruko's face as she held up something ginormous behind her back. It was a double-sided dildo that stood at least two feet tall and wide enough to stretch any hole imaginable.

"Stop using those fingers of yours," Miruko said playfully while motioning towards Lady Muzan's eager hand. "And let us both enjoy this."

Lady Muzan's eyes widened a bit, but she quickly composed herself, her smirk never faltering. She was well-trained in the art of masking her emotions and displaying an air of indifference.

"Well, well," Lady Muzan replied with a playful tone. "Looks like you're not one to shy away from a challenge." She bend over against a brick wall on the roof, her gaze fixed on Miruko's ginormous double-sided dildo.

Miruko chuckled wickedly, stepping closer to Lady Muzan and bending over to present her anus. "You've got that right," she said with a devilish glint in her eyes. "Are you ready to give it your all?"

Lady Muzan hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her face before she regained composure. She nodded slowly, determination replacing any lingering hesitation. "Let's do this," she said firmly, locking eyes with Miruko.

Miruko wasted no time in taking hold of the enormous dildo and positioning it at Lady Muzan's entrance. With practiced skill, she slowly pushed it in, inch by agonizing inch.

As every inch of the gonormous dildo eventually made its way inside of both women's buttholes, Lady Muzan and Miruko slowly began to slam their butts together, the dildo filling them completely. The sensation was overwhelming and intense, as the dildo stretched them to their limits.

Meanwhile, the other five women present on the building roof with them, watched on with shaky legs, their hearts still pounding from their own earlier encounters. They had just gotten done riding those other fat hard dildo just minutes ago, and now they had to run here right after the fact. The sight before them left them breathless and aroused as they stared at the two women in front of them.

Looking up at the women, Miruko couldn't help but be amused by their hesitancy and reluctance. She smirked wickedly as she spoke to them sarcastically.

"Well what the hell are you five waiting for?" Miruko asked playfully. "Daki and Nakime will share the massive double-sided one, while you three share the triple-sided one. Do I have your attention now?"

The three ninja women, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru exchanged hesitant glances. Their depressed smiles betrayed their inner turmoil as they prepared themselves for what lay ahead. Daki and Nakime shared nervous exchanges, their eyes darting between the five women on the building roof and the gargantuan toys that awaited them.

Turning around in the driving rain, Miruko looked back down at Saitama and Lady Nagant still copulating relentlessly. She smirked wickedly as she addressed the group of women, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Now let's all enjoy ourselves," Miruko commanded loudly, her words cutting through the torrential downpour. "As we watch our bull claim another slut."

The room was filled with a mix of anticipation and unease as they all approached the massive toys placed before them. Their hands trembled slightly as they reached out to take hold of the dildos.

Daki and Nakime hesitated for a moment, their eyes locked on each other.

Daki and Nakime sighed in defeat, their eyes locked on each other. The magnitude of the situation overwhelmed them, but they knew they couldn't escape their fate. They reluctantly accepted the inevitable and slowly, steadily took in the large double dildo that was awaiting them. Their bodies trembled with a mixture of excitement and hesitation as they positioned themselves on their sides, facing each other.

As Daki and Nakime prepared to take in the massive toy together, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru were already in the middle of taking the triple-sided dildo together. Makio having the fattest ass out of the trio, was dominating. But that didn't changed the fact that, she was struggling just like the rest, as they all shared the plastic toy.

Miruko continued to slam her butt against Lady Muzan's ass as their dildo bulged both their stomachs. Lady Muzan couldn't help but admire Miruko's incredible strength and endurance. It was one thing to have a fat doughy ass, but to add a muscular and strong one on top of that, was a whole other story. And let's not forget about her rabbit quirk too!

As Miruko slammed back against the gargantuan dildo, meeting Lady Muzan's cheeks with each powerful thrust, the rain pounded down on the roof, mixing with their moans of pleasure and groans of dominance. The air was thick with tension as Miruko's toothy grin widened in satisfaction.

She couldn't help but turn her attention to the other five women who were sharing their massive dildos. As they moaned uncontrollably, their bodies writhing in ecstasy, a mix of arousal and hesitation danced in their eyes. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru were swept away by the overwhelming sensations coursing through their bodies, their reluctance fading away into oblivion.

Miruko watched them intently, her smirk growing wider as she reveled in their vulnerability. It excited her to see these once-powerful ninja reduced to mere submissive playthings, surrendering themselves entirely to pleasure. She relished every moment of their surrender, every gasp and moan an affirmation of her dominance.

Miruko's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of Daki and Nakime, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Daki's slender frame towered over Nakime, exuding dominance. The dildo filled both their butts, stretching them to the brink of ecstasy.

"Well, well," Miruko said with a wicked grin. "Looks like Daki and Nakime have found their groove. Good for them." She couldn't help but be amused by the sight before her. Both women seemed to be reveling in their roles as submissive bitches, taking every inch of the dildo without hesitation.

Daki's lips curled into a predatory smile as she leaned down to whisper into Nakime's ear. Her voice dripped with dominance and authority as she murmured, "You like that big fucking cock inside your tight asshole? You're mine now, baby."

Nakime moaned uncontrollably in response, her body trembling under the intensity of Daki's touch. The conflicting emotions within her were on display—a mixture of pleasure and reluctance that mirrored the internal struggle within each person present.

Nakime's mind raced with a mix of pleasure and uncertainty. She couldn't deny the surge of desire that coursed through her body, but she hesitated, unsure if she could fully embrace this new realm of submission. The relentless thrusting of the massive toy left her breathless, yet it also fueled an insatiable hunger within her.

Daki sensed Nakime's internal struggle, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Come on, baby," she taunted sarcastically, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this. I can feel you squirming for more."

Nakime bit her lip and tried to maintain a facade of defiance, but deep down, she knew Daki was right. The unrelenting pleasure mingled with the pain, pushing her further into the depths of ecstasy. Her body quivered under the weight and dominance of Daki as they moved together in perfect synchrony.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! SHIIIIIIT!!!" Miruko looked back down at Saitama dominating Lady Nagant without restraint. Because of her rabbit quirk, she could hear just how loud she was, through the treacherous storm. The sheer force with which Saitama pounded into Lady Nagant's tight asshole was enough to make Miruko's own pussy twitch with desire.

Lady Nagant moaned loudly as Saitama relentlessly fucked her ass, lost in a world of pleasure and submission. Her body writhed beneath him, betraying any traces of resistance she may have had moments ago. The air outside crackled with an electric energy as their bodies collided in a symphony of submission and dominance. Along with the thunder and rain, lightning striking loudly in the distance.

Miruko found herself caught between arousal and envy as she watched Saitama take complete control over Lady Nagant's body. His raw power and primal desire fueled by his superior power sent shivers down Miruko's spine. She wanted to be the one dominating those tight holes herself, pushing them both to new heights of ecstasy.

Saitama's thrusts into Lady Nagant's tight asshole were relentless, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he took complete control of her body. She could feel the power and dominance radiating from him, a stark contrast to her own hesitations and doubts.

But amidst the pleasure, Lady Nagant couldn't help but feel a flicker of resistance deep within herself. The conflicting emotions swirled within her, battling for dominance over her desires. She wanted to surrender fully to Saitama's power, to let him overtake her completely. But a small voice of doubt still whispered in the back of her mind.

"Fuck," Saitama grunted through gritted teeth, his voice laced with primal desire. "You're just so goddamn tight."

Lady Nagant moaned in response, torn between surrendering to the pleasure and clinging onto some semblance of control. The conflicting sensations coursed through her body like an electric shockwave, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Lady Nagant's face fell to the ground, planting firmly against the dirt and concrete beneath her, her body positioned submissively as she awaited Saitama's next move. Her titanic bubbly butt was up in the air, inviting his assault with an almost mocking defiance. She tried to hurl insults at him, but they were lost in a sea of moans and incoherent noises as his massive dick pounded into her tight asshole.

Saitama completely blocked out her words, his eyes filled with a mixture of disinterest and satisfaction. He dryly responded, "Your insults are as empty as the nonexistent hair on my head." With that, he spread her asscheeks apart for better access.

The conflict within Lady Nagant intensified as Saitama relentlessly thrust into her, causing waves of mixed pleasure and pain to ripple through her body. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body betrayed her desires for control. She squirmed beneath him, torn between wanting him to stop and wanting him to never let go.

As the rain poured down on her exposed skin, mixing with the wetness between her thighs and ass, Lady Nagant moaned uncontrollably. It was a sound that both excited and terrified her - an erotic symphony that echoed in the storm-filled night.

Saitama's thrusts became more urgent as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. He gripped Lady Nagant's hips tighter, driving himself deeper into her tight hole with each powerful movement. The sheer force of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to resist any longer.

Her mind screamed at her to hold back, to fight against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. But Saitama's dominant presence overwhelmed her resistance, his raw power igniting a fire deep within her core.

The rain continued its relentless assault on their bodies, mingling with the sounds of their moans and the electric energy in the air. It seemed almost fitting for something so earthly like nature's fury to be intertwined with their carnal desires.

Saitama's eyes narrowed as he felt a surge of pleasure course through his body. Nagant's tight asshole had just hit the right spot, and he could sense her prostate pulsing against his bulbous tip. A smirk spread across his face, knowing he had finally found her sweet spot. The head of his dick throbbed with an added surge of pleasure, driving him closer to the edge.

At this moment, Nagant had finally completely surrendered to Saitama. She had lost to his mighty cock, as her tongue was flopped out of her mouth and on the ground. Her drool mixing in with rain and dirt.

Saitama grunted, unable to contain the primal sounds escaping his lips as he continued battering against Nagant's defenseless asshole. His thrusts grew more frenzied with each passing second, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of surrender.

The rain fell even harder now, pounding onto their clothed bodies as they engaged in this raw, primal display of dominance. But neither Saitama nor Nagant cared about the elements; they were consumed entirely by their lust and desire.

Nagant's ass bounced back, meeting Saitama's powerful thrusts and creating shockwaves of pleasure that radiated through her entire body. Even though her upper body was completely limp on the ground, that didn't stop her bottom from throwing it back with a force that surprised even herself.

The conflict within Lady Nagant intensified as Saitama groaned out, "Mhmm, I'm about to cum." His words sent shivers down her spine, both from anticipation and the realization that she had never felt this vulnerable before. But instead of fear or hesitation, a fire ignited within her - a desire to be completely filled by him.

And then it happened. With one final powerful thrust, Saitama unleashed his load deep inside Lady Nagant's tight asshole. He unloaded like no other, pumping his hot semen into every inch of her bowels.

Lady Nagant shrieked in ecstasy as she felt him screw his way down to her very core. Her body convulsed with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. She could feel herself being stuffed to capacity by his relentless pounding.

His dick pulsed, releasing a torrent of molten hot, sticky semen into Lady Nagant's tight bowels. She shrieked in ecstasy as his relentless pounding finally pushed her over the edge, leaving her completely spent and filled to capacity.

With satisfaction, Saitama withdrew from Lady Nagant's ass, leaving her leaking out and down from the ground. Her asshole gaped open, revealing the ravaged destruction he had inflicted upon her.

Nagant's body trembled in the aftermath of their intense encounter. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she lay there on the ground, her ass throbbing with every pulse from Saitama's release. The remnants of his cum coated her insides like a lubricious sheath, stretching her to unimaginable lengths.

As the rain continued to fall onto their naked bodies, Lady Nagant could feel the weight of Saitama's hot seed dripping out of her asshole. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but a part of her reveled in the humiliation it brought - a tangible reminder of their carnal connection.

Saitama looked down at Lady Nagant laying there, ass filled covered in his cum and  rainwater. He had reduced her to a mere plaything, a vessel for his pleasure.

But just as Saitama started to revel in his triumph, a voice broke through the chaos. "Well, well," Miruko sneered from behind, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little show here."

Saitama turned to face Miruko and her group of women who had just finished using the dildos in their asses. They stood there, naked and covered in sweat, their eyes fixated on Lady Nagant's exposed form.

Miruko smirked wickedly as she took in the sight of Saitama and Lady Nagant. "There's still two holes to use on this bitch," she said bluntly, pointing at Lady Nagant's glistening pussy. "You can take her mouth," she told Saitama casually.

Saitama shrugged nonchalantly, a glint of excitement flickering in his eyes. He knew exactly what Miruko was suggesting - an opportunity to indulge in another one of their desires.

Saitama made his way to her front, hoisting her limp body up with one arm and pointing his cum-covered cock towards her mouth. Lady Nagant's eyes flickered open as she gazed up at him, completely out of it and with no idea what was happening. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt Saitama's thick member pressing against her lips.

Saitama smirked  as he watched the recognition wash over Lady Nagant's face. "Open wide," he growled, his voice dripping with authority.

With no hesitation, Lady Nagant complied, parting her lips and taking in Saitama's throbbing member. The taste of both cum and rainwater hit her senses simultaneously, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly around him, still too dazed to fully comprehend what was happening.

Saitama relished in the way Lady Nagant tried to accommodate his size, struggling to take him all in. He could feel himself growing even harder with each passing second, thirsty for more of her surrender.

Saitama's thrusts grew more forceful, his cock plunging deeper into Lady Nagant's mouth with each powerful stroke. She moaned and gasped around him, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his size. The taste of cum and rainwater mingled in her mouth, adding a bittersweet flavor to the act.

Miruko watched with delight as Saitama took control of Lady Nagant's mouth. She circled around them, her foot and half-long strap-on still in hand. With a sinister grin on her face, she positioned herself behind Lady Nagant's exposed ass.

"Mhmm~!!!" A loud mumble inaudible came from Lady Nagant, as her throat was too busy being filled by Saitama. She knew what was about to happen next - Miruko would claim what Saitama had left behind.

As if on cue, Miruko plunged her foot and half strap-on into Lady Nagant's wet and greedy cunt without hesitation. Lady Nagant's eyes widened in surprise, only to be filled with a mix of pleasure and discomfort as Miruko began to thrust inside her.

She felt the large appendage enter her, stretching her to the limit. Lady Nagant's body tensed up as she struggled to accommodate Miruko's relentless thrusts. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge of consciousness.

Just as Miruko continued to ravage Lady Nagant's ass, a voice broke through the chaos. "Alright, you girls head back," Saitama called out without hesitation. "We'll meet up with you later."

The women nodded through panted breaths, turning around and scurrying away from the scene like mice escaping a trap. 

But just as Lady Nagant thought she was about to be left alone with Saitama and Miruko, another voice echoed in her ringing ears. "Muzan," it said, dripping with sarcasm. "Stay, don't tell me you've already forgotten?"

Miruko's smug grin widened as she paused mid-thrust, the strap-on still buried deep inside Lady Nagant's pussy. She turned to face Lady Muzan, her eyes glinting with mischief

As if on cue, Lady Muzan knew exactly what she was talking about, as the realization hit her like a truck. "Damnit, how could I forget something so important " She thought to herself.

"Don't worry about it," Miruko said dismissively, as she started spanking Nagant on her rear end.

The sound of the slaps echoed outside, mingling with Nagant's desperate moans and the downpour. Saitama raised a brow, clearly confused at what they were talking about. But he just went back to pounding the mouth beneath him, understanding that he'd know eventually.

Miruko's eyes narrowed as she continued to dominate Lady Nagant, her movements becoming more erratic and forceful with each passing moment. Lady Nagant moaned uncontrollably beneath her, the combination of pleasure and pain pushing her closer to the edge..

Miruko's gaze shifted to the scene unfolding, where Saitama was relentlessly pounding into Lady Nagant's mouth. The sounds of their passionate encounter filled the outside, mingling with the storm's raging symphony. Miruko couldn't help but smirk at the audacity of Saitama's power play.

"Shit!" Miruko exclaimed sarcastically, a hint of mockery lacing her voice. "Sounds like someone's enjoying themselves over there."

Lady Nagant's breath hitched as she struggled to catch her breath between gasps and moans. She glanced back at Miruko with a mixture of hesitation and desire in her eyes.

"I. I didn't expect this," Lady Nagant stammered weakly, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Miruko's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Lady Nagant succumb to Saitama's powerful thrusts. It was clear that this moment had awakened something deep within her—a primal need for submission and release. With each guttural cry that escaped Lady Nagant's lips, Miruko's own arousal grew uncontrollable.

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Five hours later, Lady Nagant was completely unconscious, as Saitama carried her over his shoulder. While she was asleep, Muzan removed the bomb that was implanted in her organs, by All For One. Witnessing this, he knew that he had to tread cautiously, even more than before. "Dr. We will be speeding up our plans, just as we discussed." His spin chilling voice commanded.

Dr. Ujiko only nodded, as multiple high end Nomus, were surrounding them. But further in the depths of the laboratory, were two men. Both had white hair, yet one was more ashy then the other and appeared younger. 

In a completely separate complex, were multiple criminals and villains, awaiting their command. All For One even contacted the Liberation group. However, they would all soon come to realize that their efforts would be utterly fruitless, in the face of the overwhelming power of Saitama and his mighty cock.