Chapter 4 - Accident~❤️

Shotacon smut is coming!

I was inspired by a certain MHA Doujinshi. If you know, you know. 

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The days turned into weeks, and Soren continued his dual life—playing the role of a normal child while honing his Viltrumite instincts through brutal training.

His father never held back, and neither did he. Every punch, every bone snapped in training, every drop of blood spilled only fueled his hunger for strength. 

One evening, after another grueling session, Soren lay on the ground, his muscles screaming in pain, his body bruised and battered. He could barely breathe, but his lips curled into a smirk. 

Renji loomed over him, arms crossed. 

"You're improving faster than I expected." 

Soren chuckled, coughing up blood. 

"Because I was born to be strong." 

His father knelt beside him, gripping his jaw roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. 

"Strength isn't just about fighting. It's about dominating. A true Viltrumite doesn't just win battles—he crushes his enemies, leaves them broken and hopeless. That is what separates us from the weak." 

Soren's eyes burned with understanding. 

'Power isn't just about victory. It's about breaking those who stand against me. Until they have no choice but to kneel—or die.' 

Renji finally released him and stood. 

"Rest. Tomorrow, we push harder." 

Soren sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth. 

"Of course, Father." 

As his father walked away, Soren clenched his fists. He was growing stronger, but it wasn't enough. Not yet. 

'One day, I'll be the strongest. I'll surpass my father, surpass Thragg. And when that day comes… this world will belong to me.' 

He let out a slow breath, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. 

'For now, I'll play the hero. I'll wear their colors, follow their rules… until the time comes to burn it all down.'

One sunny afternoon, Soren met up with his friends, Izumi and Katsumi, at their usual playground. Both girls were brimming with excitement, eager to share their recent experiences.

"Soren, guess what?" Izumi exclaimed, her eyes shining. 

"I finally got my Quirk!"

Soren blinked in surprise. In his previous life, Izumi had been Quirkless, a fact that had significantly shaped her journey. But now, she stood before him, beaming with joy over her newfound ability.

"That's amazing, Izumi!" Soren replied, masking his inner thoughts. 

"What can you do?"

Izumi extended her hand, and a small, controlled flame flickered to life on her palm. With a graceful motion, she bent the flame, shaping it into intricate patterns before extinguishing it. 

"I can create and control fire," she said proudly.

Beside her, Katsumi grinned. 

"And I got mine too! Check this out." She clenched her fists, and small explosions crackled from her palms, reminiscent of Katsuki Bakugo's Explosion Quirk. 

"I can make things explode," she explained with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Soren's mind raced. In the original story, Katsumi's counterpart had an Explosion Quirk, and Izumi had been Quirkless. But here, both had powerful abilities. 

'This world really is different,' he thought.

'I need to be careful.'

"You both have such cool Quirks," Soren said aloud, smiling. 

"We should train together sometime."

"Definitely!" Katsumi agreed. 

"We can help each other get stronger." As they chatted and planned their future training sessions. 

A year had passed, and Soren had grown significantly stronger. His body had developed well beyond that of an average child his age. His muscles were lean and well-defined, not overly bulky, but packed with strength far surpassing human limits. His physique resembled that of Killua Zoldyck from *Hunter x Hunter*, possessing an athletic, almost predatory grace. His shoulders had broadened slightly, his limbs held a natural power, and his movements were fluid yet precise, a result of relentless Viltrumite training. 

One afternoon, Soren made his way to Izumi's apartment, planning to check up on her. He knocked on the door, and after a moment, it opened to reveal Inko Midoriya. 

"Oh, Soren! It's been a while," she greeted with a warm smile. 

Soren blinked. He had seen Inko many times before, but now, as he stood before her, his gaze instinctively roamed over her figure. 

She was stunning. 

Inko had a body that defied the usual expectations of a single mother. Her curves were generous, her figure full and inviting. Her wide hips and thick thighs were accentuated by the apron she wore over her casual homewear. Her chest was large, straining slightly against her modest blouse, and her arms, though soft, held a natural motherly warmth. Her face was youthful, with big, expressive green eyes and full lips that carried a natural pout. There was something undeniably erotic about her, an allure enhanced by her gentle demeanor. 

Soren quickly masked his thoughts, maintaining an innocent expression. 

"Izumi's not home?" he asked. 

Inko shook her head. "She went to visit Katsumi a little while ago. Would you like to wait inside?" 

Soren considered her offer for a moment before nodding with a polite smile. "Sure, I don't mind waiting for a bit."

Inko's warm smile brightened as she stepped aside, letting him in. "Make yourself at home, Soren. I'll get you something to drink."

As he walked inside, Soren subtly took in his surroundings, but more importantly, he stole another glance at Inko. She truly was something else.

Her figure was unreal—wide, childbearing hips swayed naturally with every step, and her thick thighs, barely concealed by her casual homewear, only added to her mature appeal. 

The apron she wore hugged her ample chest, emphasizing its generous size. Even from behind, the roundness of her backside was impossible to ignore. Her soft, delicate features and naturally plump lips gave her an effortless allure.

Soren sat on the couch, keeping his expression neutral despite his wandering thoughts.

 'I can see where Izumi gets her cuteness from… but her mom? She's on a whole different level.'

As Inko placed the glass of juice in front of Soren, her hand accidentally slipped, knocking it over. The cold liquid splashed onto Soren's shirt and pants, but more importantly, it drenched Inko's apron and the front of her blouse. 

"Oh no!" Inko gasped, her eyes widening in embarrassment. She quickly grabbed a napkin, dabbing at Soren's clothes. 

"I'm so sorry, Soren! I didn't mean to—" 

Soren blinked, momentarily surprised, but his gaze quickly drifted lower. 

The juice had soaked through Inko's apron and blouse, making the thin fabric cling to her body. The outline of her generous chest was clearly visible, and the damp cloth accentuated every curve. The way the fabric molded against her soft, ample figure left very little to the imagination. 

Inko, still flustered, continued trying to dry him off, not realizing the effect her movements had. 

"Oh dear, let me get you a towel," she said, standing up hurriedly. 

Soren's eyes followed her as she rushed off, her soaked clothes clinging to her backside just as tightly.

'This… is dangerous,' he thought.

A moment later, Inko returned with a fresh towel. She knelt beside him and began wiping at his shirt. 

"I really should be more careful… I hope it didn't ruin your clothes," she said apologetically. 

Soren gave her a small smile, keeping up his innocent act. 

"It's okay, Midoriya-san. Accidents happen." 

Inko sighed in relief. 

"You're such a sweet boy, Soren." She then looked down at herself, finally realizing just how much of a mess she had become.

"Oh dear… I should probably change. How about we take a bath together?" 

Soren's heart raced at Inko's suggestion, his eyes widening slightly. He knew he couldn't resist the temptation.

"S-sure," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady.

In the bathroom, Inko began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a sight that made Soren's pulse quicken even more. Her skin was soft and unblemished, with a natural glow that made him want to touch her. 

She slipped off the apron, and the drenched fabric of her blouse clung to her body, outlining her voluptuous breasts. He couldn't help but stare as she stepped closer to him, her hardened nipples poking through the thin material.

In a moment of boldness, she reached down and pulled her blouse away from her body, allowing the fabric to peel off her skin like a second layer of flesh. Her breasts, heavy and firm, bounced free, their rosy peaks inviting. Soren felt his cock stirring in his pants, a beast awakening from a slumber he hadn't anticipated.

"Let's get these off," Inko murmured, her voice soothing despite the tension in the room. She took his hand and led him closer to the bathtub, her body brushing against him.

Soren's breath hitched as she undid the fly of his pants, her eyes widening when she saw the size of his cock, which was already thickening with desire. It was a stark contrast to the youthfulness of his body.

Inko's eyes grew wide at the sight of Soren's growing arousal, and she couldn't help but stare, her own breath hitching. She had never seen anything so... substantial on someone so young. 

The temptation was overwhelming, and she found her mouth watering despite herself. Sensing her gaze, Soren feigned innocence, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Does... does it look weird?" he asked, his voice cracking with nerves.

"It's been hurting a bit lately, and I don't know what to do."

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, and she bit her lower lip, the desire to ease his discomfort and satisfy her own curiosity warring within her.

"Maybe... maybe I can take a look," she said tentatively, her voice thick with need.

With trembling hands, she reached out to touch him, her fingers lightly brushing against the head of his cock. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Soren's eyes closed in response, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"It's okay," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. 

"It'll go away if... if you make it feel better."

The invitation was clear, and Inko's resolve crumbled. She leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his as she wrapped her plush, pink lips around the tip of his cock.

Soren felt a warm, wet sensation envelop his sensitive tip as Inko took him into her mouth. She was tentative at first, her tongue darting out to explore his shaft. As she grew bolder, her head began to bob, taking in more of his length with each movement. 

He watched in amazement as his cock disappeared between her full lips, the sight of her motherly figure engaging in such a taboo act sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. 

His eyes rolled back in his head as her hand reached around to gently squeeze his balls, her other hand stroking the base of his erection. 

He could smell the faint scent of her arousal mingling with the steam from the bathwater, and it only served to drive him further over the edge. Each stroke of her tongue, each suck, was a declaration of her desire for him, and he found himself powerless to resist. 

His hips began to buck, pushing deeper into her mouth as she moaned around him, her own need growing with each passing moment. 

He could feel the tension building, his muscles tightening, and he knew that he was going to come. He reached down to grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her movements, urging her on as he approached climax. 

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them and the slick, wet sounds of her mouth on his skin. And when he finally did come, it was with a roar that echoed through the bathroom, filling Inko's mouth with his seed as she swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of his power.