Chapter 10 - Climax X Milf~❤️

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—Mitsuki's loud, unrestrained moans, Soren's low grunts, and the wet, slapping rhythm of their bodies moving together. 

Mitsuki's sharp red eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her usual confidence and dominance completely shattered as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. 

Her nails dug into the sheets, her back arching off the bed as Soren thrust his hips, plunging his massive equipment deep into her cave. The wet, tight walls of her cave clamped around him, drawing a guttural groan from his lips.

"So tight…" Soren grunted, his innocent face flushed with exertion as he stared down at her. 

"Even after having Katsumi… you're incredible, Aunt Mitsuki." His voice was soft, almost sweet, but there was a dark, commanding edge to it that sent shivers down Mitsuki's spine.

Mitsuki's breath hitched, her sharp mind completely overtaken by pleasure as she gasped.

"Y-you're… too much, Soren! Ah—!" Her words dissolved into a loud moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her body trembling with ecstasy.

'Damn it, this kid… he's going to ruin me,' she thought, even as her cave clenched around him, desperate for more.

Beside them, Inko watched with wide eyes, her own desire evident as she bit her lip. Her fingers were already busy between her legs, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the erotic sight of her friend being taken apart by the young boy. 

"M-Mitsuki…" Inko whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and envy. 

Soren, ever the attentive lover, didn't forget about Inko. With a sly grin, he reached out, his fingers sliding into her wet cave with practiced ease. Inko gasped, her body jerking as she felt his fingers plunge deep inside her. 

"S-Soren!" she cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure.

"Hghaah~❤️❤️ yes~~❤️❤️"

Mitsuki's sharp eyes flickered to Inko, her mind racing even as her body continued to tremble with pleasure. 

'Damn, Inko… she's completely lost in him too,' she thought, a strange mix of jealousy and arousal coursing through her. But before she could dwell on it, Soren's thrusts became more intense, pulling her attention back to him.

"Aunt Mitsuki," Soren said, his voice soft but filled with command. 

"Look at me."

Mitsuki's breath hitched, her sharp red eyes locking onto his as she felt herself slipping further under his spell. 

"Y-yes… Soren…" she gasped, her voice trembling with need.

Soren's innocent smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched her unravel before him. 

"Good," he said, his tone gentle but firm. 

"Now… let go."

Mitsuki's body obeyed before her mind could catch up, her cave clamping around him as she reached her climax. Her loud, unrestrained moans filled the room, her sharp mind completely overtaken by pleasure as she surrendered to him completely. 

Sensing Soren's growing urgency, Mitsuki's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She knew she couldn't let him release inside her, but the thought of denying him was unbearable. Instead, she found herself begging.

"Please, Soren, fill me up with your cum. I want to feel it inside me, I need it!" Her voice was a desperate whine, her usual sharpness gone as she succumbed to her newfound submissiveness. Soren's eyes widened with surprise, but the pleasure he felt at her words only spurred him on.

"Ahh, Aunt Mitsuki, you're so perfect!" he moaned, his strokes becoming erratic as he approached his peak.

Mitsuki felt a strange thrill at his words, her own orgasm building like a crescendo in response to his. And as their climaxes crashed into each other, Soren did as she asked, releasing a hot, thick load into her welcoming depths. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of taboo pleasure and deep satisfaction that left her trembling beneath him.

Inko, caught in the intensity of the moment, could no longer hold back either. Her own orgasm washed over her, and she bucked her hips against her hand, her pussy squirting its juices onto the bed in a display of pure, unbridled ecstasy. The sight of Inko's release only served to fuel Soren's own, and he continued to pump into Mitsuki, filling her until she could take no more.

As they all lay there, panting and spent, Soren leaned down to kiss Mitsuki, his innocent smile holding a hint of something darker.

"Thank you, Aunt Mitsuki," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection and a hint of command. 

"You're mine now. My dick's slave."

Mitsuki's eyes widened at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. Her body craved him, her mind a haze of lust and submission. She nodded, her voice a soft, submissive murmur.

"Y-yes, Soren. I'm yours. Your dick's slave forever."

And with that, she sealed her fate, falling completely under his spell as the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the lingering scent of sex.

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Five years had passed since Mitsuki joined his harem, her devotion to him as unwavering as the others. In that time, Soren had transformed himself in ways that transcended beyond normal Viltrumite. 

His Viltrumite genetics had always set him apart, but now, he had honed every facet of his being into something extraordinary.

His body, a masterpiece of biological engineering, had reached the zenith of physical perfection. Yet, it was his mind that truly set him apart. 

Blessed with near-flawless memory, accelerated learning, and an intellect that dwarfed even the brightest human minds, Soren absorbed knowledge like a sponge. He delved into the complexities of physics, the intricacies of engineering, the artistry of weapon design, and the cutting edge of advanced robotics. No field was beyond his reach, no concept too abstract for his understanding.

Through relentless study and tireless experimentation, Soren began to create. His inventions were not mere imitations of existing technology—they were leaps into the future. 

His crowning achievement was a hero suit unlike anything the world had ever seen. Crafted from an alloy of his own design, the suit was a marvel of engineering, capable of withstanding the full force of his immense power. Sleek and imposing, it was more than just armor; it was an extension of his will, a testament to his ingenuity.

Every curve, every seam, every circuit was a reflection of his relentless pursuit of perfection. The suit didn't just protect him—it amplified him.

Soren sat in his private study, the room bathed in the soft glow of advanced holographic displays. Streams of data flickered across the air, a symphony of information only he could fully comprehend.

Beside him stood AURA, his AI assistant, her humanoid holographic form as striking as it was efficient. She was the epitome of elegance and precision—her sharp, analytical gaze cutting through the chaotic sea of data like a blade.

"Cross-referencing all known cases of Quirk transfer…" AURA's voice was smooth, almost sultry, yet laced with an undercurrent of cold calculation. Her processors worked at speeds no human mind could match, sifting through centuries of Quirk history in mere moments.

"One for All's transference is well-documented," she continued, her tone clinical yet confident.

"The key factor remains intent—the user must willingly pass it down. Given your plan to gain Toshinori Yagi's trust, acquiring One for All will be… effortless."

Soren leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Exactly. I'll play the part of the worthy successor, and when the time comes, he'll hand it to me himself." His crimson eyes glinted with amusement as he swiped through another holographic screen, the data reflecting faintly in his gaze.

But his expression shifted as his thoughts turned to All for One. Unlike One for All, stealing the Quirk of the Symbol of Evil was an entirely different challenge. 

"Eliminating the old bastard is simple," Soren mused, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the desk. 

"But his Quirk… that's the real problem."

AURA tilted her head, her holographic form shimmering faintly as she crossed her arms.

"Indeed. Which is why I ran further diagnostics." Her eyes gleamed with a calculated brilliance as she brought up a new set of data, the holograms rearranging themselves into a complex genetic map. 

"It seems, Master… you already possess the solution."

Soren's smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of curiosity. 

"Explain."

AURA's lips curled into a knowing smile as she zoomed in on his genetic profile.

"Your body has an undocumented third Quirk. A passive ability that absorbs and overrides any foreign Quirk that attempts to interact with you. In short… if All for One tries to steal your Quirk—" 

Soren's eyes widened momentarily before a low, triumphant laugh escaped him. 

"—Then I'll absorb him instead."

AURA nodded, her expression one of quiet satisfaction. 

"Precisely. All for One's arrogance will be his downfall."

Soren leaned forward, his crimson eyes burning with a predatory excitement. 

"Then all I have to do… is make him try."