Chapter 43: News!

Unfortunately for Yami and the very horny Momo, they didn't have time for a quickie. Before they could sneak away, the loudspeakers blared through the stadium, calling out their names.

"Iwatani, Kendo, and Yaoyorozu report to the stage for the award ceremony!"

Momo groaned under her breath, squeezing her thighs together. "Stupid ceremony…" she muttered, still flushed and frustrated.

Yami just chuckled. 'We'll finish this later, Cow,'

When they reached the center of the stadium, Cementos had already raised three large stone platforms—first place in the middle, second on the right, and third on the left.

Yami lazily hopped onto the center platform, standing tall in first place. Kendo stood on the second, still cracking her knuckles with a grin, while Momo took her spot on the third, her face stuck somewhere between pride and annoyance.

As Yami glanced around, his golden eyes landed on Todoroki in the crowd. The ice cube stood at the edge of the field, hands stuffed into his pockets, his mismatched eyes locked onto Yami. There was no anger in them—just something softer, like respect… or worse, admiration.

'Ugh,' Yami thought, seeing Todoroki's soft expression. 'Don't look at me like that, you sad puppy.'

Todoroki didn't stop staring.

Yami clicked his tongue. 'This dude seriously needs a personality upgrade.'

Then his gaze shifted to Bakugo, standing further off to the side, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His spiky blond hair stuck out in its usual messy way, but the silence really caught Yami's attention.

Bakugo wasn't screaming. He wasn't throwing explosions. He wasn't even grumbling.

He was just… quiet.

Too quiet.

'Oh, hell no,' Yami thought, his brow twitching. 'Bark. Growl. Explode. Do something, you damn pomeranian.'

But Bakugo just stood there, fists clenched, his crimson eyes locked on the ground. Steam still rose from his hands, but he didn't move.

Midnight strutted onto the stage before he could poke more fun in his head, her wide hips swaying with every step. Her massive tits bounced as she twirled her whip, making half the stadium hoot and holler.

"Alright, everyone!" Midnight purred into the mic. "Time for the winners' ceremony!" She gestured to the three of them, her eyes glinting mischievously. 

"Third place goes to the gorgeous, the brilliant, the absolute bombshell—Momo Yaoyorozu!"

The crowd roared again as Momo waved awkwardly, her cheeks pink.

"Second place, the fiery, the fierce, the powerhouse with the prettiest ponytail—Itsuka Kendo!"

Kendo flexed her bicep and grinned, soaking up the applause.

"And first place..." Midnight drew it out, making the crowd go quiet with anticipation.

"The cocky bastard who bulldozed his way through the tournament—Yami Iwatani!"

The crowd went crazy, chanting his name as Yami raised his fist high. Momo clapped politely but muttered, "Showoff."

Midnight sauntered over to each of them, handing out their medals with exaggerated movements that made her boobs bounce with every step. She didn't just hand him the medal when she got to Yami. She leaned in close, her perfume, or maybe just her natural scent, hitting him hard.

"Congrats, big guy," she purred, slipping a small card into his hand before hanging the medal around his neck. "Call me sometime."

Yami blinked, glancing down at the card.

Her number. Written in bright pink ink.

Before he could say anything, Cementos stomped over, his massive concrete body shaking the ground.

"Midnight! Stop flirting with the students!"

Midnight giggled. "Oops~"

With a single flick of his massive arm, Cementos dragged her away as she blew kisses over her shoulder.

Yami snickered. "She wilding."

As the anthem blared, Yami didn't even pretend to take it seriously. He twirled his gold medal on his finger, barely listening, already planning his evening.

'Steak, blowjob, and then sleep. Perfect day.'

Beside him, Kendo laughed, enjoying the cheers, while Momo stood proud—though still very much in need of that quickie.

Just as Midnight was finally dragged offstage by Cementos, the sky above the stadium darkened for a split second. A powerful gust of wind swept across the arena, stirring dust and debris into the air.

All Might crashed down from the sky, landing in a perfect superhero pose—one knee bent, fist against the ground, and the massive grin he was famous for stretched across his face. 

The ground cracked beneath him from the force of his landing.

"I AM HERE!" his booming voice echoed through the stadium, causing the crowd to lose their minds. Students and spectators erupted into cheers, banners waving wildly in the air.

Yami, barely fazed by the theatrics, muttered "Showoff" under his breath. Still, he couldn't help admiring the energy All Might brought with him.

All Might stood, his cape fluttering behind him as he addressed the crowd. 

"Young heroes! Today, you all showed true spirit, determination, and heart! Each of you fought bravely, pushing yourselves to your limits!" 

His smile widened as he gestured to the podium. 

"You three—Yami Iwatani, Itsuka Kendo, and Momo Yaoyorozu—stood above the rest!"

The audience roared, the sound almost deafening.

"Remember, the path of a hero isn't just about strength! It's about character, perseverance, and the will to protect others, no matter the cost!"

Yami rolled his eyes slightly. 'The usual All Might speech… but damn, he really knows how to hype a crowd.'

With one final smile and a thumbs-up to the students, All Might crouched low, his muscles tensing. "Keep pushing forward, young heroes! Your futures are bright!"

In a flash, he launched himself into the sky, vanishing into the clouds as quickly as he arrived.

And with that, the U.A. Sports Festival finally came to an end. Class 1-A shuffled back to their regular routine—though the energy from the event still hung heavy in the air. 

Everyone talked about the fights, the scouting reports they hoped to get, or how tired they were from the insane matches.

Aizawa stood at the front of the class, wrapped tightly in his sleeping bag like a half-dead caterpillar. His messy hair covered most of his face, and his voice was as monotone and tired as always.

"In light of the festival… you'll have tomorrow and the day after that off," he droned, barely awake. "Scouting reports and agency offers will be waiting here after the break. So… look forward to that."

He yawned so hard it echoed in the classroom before lazily muttering, "Class dismissed. Get out."

With that, he fully zipped himself into the sleeping bag and flopped over on the floor like a body bag. Students didn't need to be told twice—they gathered their things and hurried out, voices filling the air as they excitedly chatted about the festival.

"What a bummer," Midoriya sighed, looking down at his hands. "I didn't even break anything this time… so that's new."

Yami stood at his desk, lazily watching the commotion, golden eyes half-lidded. He could feel the soreness from the matches, but it wasn't anything serious. 

Beside him stood Momo, gathering up some papers, her massive tits threatening to spill out of her uniform as she bent forward. Her thick thighs pressed together with every movement, the curve of her ass practically on full display with how tight the U.A. uniform clung to her.

Before Yami could make a move, Jiro walked up, her headphone jacks swaying. She barely glanced at Yami before focusing on Momo.

"Hey, Momo. Class president stuff—got a sec?"

Momo sighed, her massive chest rising and falling. "Yeah, sure. Let's go over it."

Yami yawned and waved them off. "I'm gonna go walk around before I die of boredom."

"Like you ever don't," Momo snarked, though a teasing smirk was on her face.

Yami strolled out of the room, hands in his pockets, his footsteps echoing through the now-empty hallways. He wasn't headed anywhere in particular—just killing time until Momo was done.

It wasn't long before he heard soft footsteps behind him, followed by a familiar perfume. Then, arms snaked around his torso from behind, and a soft body pressed against his back.

"You reek of sweat," Momo said, though the way she pressed herself against him said otherwise.

Her huge tits squished against his back, soft and heavy, her hard nipples poking through her uniform. 

One of her hands slowly slid down his torso until her fingers found the bulge in his pants. She gave it a squeeze, biting her lip.

Yami raised an eyebrow. "You that desperate already?"

"Shut up," Momo murmured, her hand rubbing him through his pants. Her breath was hot against his neck as she squeezed him harder.

Yami sighed and grabbed her wrist before she could go further. "Later. You can barely focus in public."

Momo pouted but didn't argue.

As they walked toward the U.A. gates, Yami's vision flickered, and the familiar system window popped up before him.

Ding!

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[Mission Complete: King of the Arena]

Reward Unlocked: Minor rank upgrade to all stats.

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Yami grinned. 'Finally. System, show me my stats.'

The window instantly expanded.

==Harem System 1.2.17.2==

Name: Yami Iwatani

Age: 17

Quirk: Pillar Man (S-)

Mastery: D+ (You're slacking, dumbass.)

Strength: B- (Hit the gym, twink.)

Durability: B- (Takes a beating to make a man.)

Agility: C- (Around the speed of a grandma on a bike.)

Stamina: A- (More than enough to share.)

Intelligence: A- (Big brain, still makes dumb choices.)

Skill: B- (Get smoother, dickhead.)

Harem: 3.5 (Angel, Warehouse, Gravity... and half a Hatsume. Get the job done, moron.)

Lust: 50% (Bruh, where's Rumi, she needs to be dicked down.)

====

Yami chuckled. 'Damn, you're getting mouthier.'

[What? Someone's gotta roast your ass.]

Momo and Yami continued walking, Momo's thick thighs rubbing together as she fantasized about what would come next. 

Yami, meanwhile, couldn't stop grinning—his stats were up, his harem was growing, and life was looking damn good.

After a short ride in Momo's sleek black limo, they finally pulled up to Yami's house. 

The soft purr of the engine faded as the car rolled to a stop in front of the modern two-story building. The driver quickly stepped out to open the door, but Momo was already halfway out.

She turned to the driver, pulled some bills from her purse and handed them over. "Can you do us a favour and grab some snacks, a few beers… and condoms?" she asked, her voice sweet without a hint of shame.

The driver didn't even flinch. He nodded, pocketed the money, and got back into the limo before driving off without saying a word.

Yami grinned at Momo's boldness. "You really lost all shame."

Momo smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Yes, I did."

Before she could take another step, Yami's hand came down hard on her thick ass with a loud smack. 

She gasped, more from surprise than pain, and before she could recover, he grabbed her tits, squeezing them firmly through her top.

Momo's face flushed, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she absorbed her sports bra into her body using her quirk, leaving her bare under her tight shirt. Yami's hands immediately noticed the change.

"I'm gonna fuck you up," Yami growled, giving her another squeeze.

"Please do," Momo whispered back, biting her lip.

They pushed through the front door, laughing as they entered Yami's place. The familiar scent of candles and leather filled the air, but Angela appeared at the end of the hallway before they could make it far.

She wore her usual black and gold kimono, the silky fabric hugging her curves perfectly. 

Her long, blonde hair was pinned up, a few loose strands falling around her face. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with something more than her usual calm.

"Welcome home, Yami," Angela greeted, her voice soft. A mysterious smile played on her lips.

"Hi, Mom," Yami replied, noticing something different about her. There was something in her eyes.

Momo smiled, waving at Angela, who returned the gesture. The two locked eyes briefly before Angela's focus shifted back to Yami.

"I have some big news for you," Angela said, and before either of them could ask, she slowly undid her kimono, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall around her feet. 

Her smooth skin glowed under the house lights, but what caught Yami's eye wasn't her bare body—it was what was written in thick black marker across her lower belly.

"Marked by Yami"

Yami blinked, his brain taking a second to process it.

Angela placed a gentle hand over her stomach, her green eyes shining. "I'm pregnant. Two weeks along."

For a moment, there was only silence. Yami and Momo both stood there, wide-eyed and speechless.

Then, without warning, Yami practically lunged forward, wrapping Angela in a tight hug. "Holy shit, Angela!" he shouted, a grin stretched wide across his face. "I'm… I'm gonna be a dad?!"

Angela laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground slightly. "You are."

Yami's excitement couldn't be contained. He peppered her face with kisses—her forehead, cheeks, and nose—before pulling her into a deep, heated kiss. Angela melted into him, laughing against his lips.

Behind them, Momo stood frozen for a second before a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Without hesitation, she absorbed her clothes into her body, leaving herself completely naked. 

Her massive tits bounced free, her hard nipples instantly reacting to the cool air.

"Well, if we're celebrating…" Momo teased, stepping forward, her wide hips swaying.

Yami barely pulled away from Angela before grabbing Momo by the waist and pulling her into the embrace. "Damn right, we're celebrating."

Angela smiled, her green eyes soft as she pulled Momo closer. "It's a family thing now."

Yami laughed, his heart racing, his hands full of the two most beautiful women in his life.

"Best. Fucking. Day. Ever."