Chapter 21 - Entrance Exam Final

I'm currently writing Smuts and stuff and wondered.

Is it fine if other girls use Dildo or straps to fuck other girls while MC fuck the said other girls? 

They would only do this with MC around. So no Yuri NTR. 

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Aizawa let out a long, weary sigh, his fingers massaging his temples as if trying to stave off an impending migraine. 

"This generation is going to be the death of me," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. 

"Every year, they get more chaotic. More reckless. More… extra." 

Present Mic, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement. He threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, his signature energy filling the room.

"DUUUDE! These kids are off the charts! Did you SEE that?! That bomb girl's explosions, bug fist hirl raw power, crazy girl creepy-but-awesome bloodlust—AND Carefree kid just strolling through like it's a fashion show?! This is next-level insanity, and I am HERE for it!" 

Midnight leaned back in her chair, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Mmm~. Such talent. Such confidence. Such flair." Her eyes gleamed with approval as she watched the screens. 

"I do love seeing young blood with so much potential~. It's… intoxicating." 

Lady Nagant stood slightly apart from the group, her arms crossed and her sharp eyes scanning the battlefield with a mix of admiration and caution. 

"They're powerful, I'll give them that," she said, her voice cool and measured. 

"But they're reckless. No strategy, no discipline—just raw power and instinct. Still…" She paused, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. 

"You can't argue with results. They're damn effective." 

Nezu, perched on his chair, chuckled softly as he tapped his tiny paws together. His beady eyes sparkled with amusement and pride as he watched the students dominate the battlefield. 

"Yes, quite effective indeed," he said, his voice cheerful but laced with a hint of mischief.

"This year's students… are something special. A unique blend of raw talent, creativity, and sheer audacity. I must say, I'm quite looking forward to seeing how far they'll go." 

Aizawa groaned, slumping further into his capture weapon. 

"Great. Just what I needed. A bunch of problem children with enough power to level a city." 

Present Mic clapped him on the back, still grinning from ear to ear. 

"C'mon, Eraser! Lighten up! This is what teaching's all about—watching these crazy kids grow into even crazier heroes!" 

Midnight chuckled, her fan fluttering dramatically. 

"Oh, Aizawa~. You say that like it's a bad thing." 

Lady Nagant raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. 

"Face it, Eraserhead. You're stuck with them. And deep down, you know you wouldn't have it any other way." 

Nezu's laughter echoed through the room, bright and uncontainable. 

"Indeed! After all, what's life without a little chaos?" 

Aizawa buried his face in his hands, muttering something about early retirement. 

The reason they were far stronger than they should have been lay in their interactions with Soren. 

His pheromones, enhanced and evolved by the influence of One For All, had a unique effect on those around him. When exposed to his presence over time, their bodies underwent a subtle but profound transformation, unlocking latent potential and pushing their abilities to new heights. 

However, this phenomenon wasn't universal—it only worked for those who were utterly, obsessively devoted to him. Their unwavering fixation acted as a catalyst, allowing Soren's evolved pheromones to trigger their own evolution. 

Nezu's beady eyes gleamed with mischief as his paw hovered over a hidden switch. A sly grin spread across his face, his tail swishing with anticipation. 

"Let's see how they handle this," he said, his voice tinged with playful malice. 

With a decisive press, the switch clicked. 

A low, ominous rumble shook the entire battlefield, the ground trembling beneath the students' feet. The air grew heavy with tension as the sound grew louder, more menacing. 

Then—BOOOOM! 

The ground split apart, fissures snaking across the arena as a deafening roar echoed through the air. From the depths of the shattered earth, a colossal machine emerged, its massive frame towering over the battlefield like a god of destruction. 

The Zero-Pointer. 

It was a metallic behemoth, its red optics glowing with a cold, mechanical malice as it scanned the battlefield for targets. Each step it took sent shockwaves through the ground, its titanic limbs crushing abandoned buildings as if they were made of paper. The shadow it cast was immense, swallowing the light and plunging the students below into an eerie darkness. 

For most, the Zero-Pointer was a symbol of despair—a reminder of their limits, a force meant to test their resolve. 

For Soren? 

It was just another obstacle. 

He stood unfazed, his sharp gaze locked onto the towering machine. A smirk played on his lips, his posture relaxed but ready. 

"Finally," he muttered, his voice calm but laced with anticipation. 

"Something worth my time." 

Soren's crimson eyes glowed ominously, reflecting the fiery wreckage of the battlefield like twin embers in the chaos. His expression was calm, almost bored, as he stared up at the towering Zero-Pointer. 

He wasn't impressed. 

"Hmph. Big, loud, and clumsy," he muttered, his voice low and dismissive.

"This won't take long." 

A second later—he vanished. 

The students barely had time to blink before he reappeared mid-air, a blur of motion streaking toward the Zero-Pointer at breakneck speed. The wind howled in his wake, a deafening sonic boom shattering windows and sending debris flying in all directions. 

The girls, watching from below, immediately perked up, their expressions a mix of amusement, admiration, and sheer excitement. 

Izumi chuckled, shaking her head. 

"Of course he'd go first. Always has to make an entrance." 

Katsumi grinned viciously, her palms crackling with barely contained explosions.

"Tch. Showoff. But damn, that's hot." 

Camie giggled, already holding up her phone to capture the moment. 

"Ooooh~! This is sooo going viral~! Hashtag SorenSlays~!" 

Itsuka crossed her arms, smirking as she watched him soar through the air. 

"He really doesn't know how to hold back, does he? Not that I'd expect anything less." 

Himiko shuddered in delight, her golden eyes gleaming with adoration. 

"Ehehe~! That's my Soren-kun~! So strong, so perfect~!" 

Mei, glued to the monitors in the observation room after hacking into their system, practically drooled over the readings spiking on her screens. 

"Oooooh~! Those power levels! He's going all out! THIS IS AMAZING! I need to build something to measure this properly—no, wait, I need to build something to keep up with him! AHHH, I LOVE IT!" 

As Soren closed in on the Zero-Pointer, the air around him seemed to crackle with energy, the sheer force of his presence enough to make even the colossal machine seem small. 

The battlefield held its breath, waiting for the inevitable collision. 

The Zero-Pointer's massive arm swung down with terrifying force, its colossal limb casting a shadow over the battlefield as it aimed to crush everything in its path. 

Soren didn't flinch. 

He met it head-on. 

CRAAAACK! 

The sound of screeching metal filled the air as Soren caught the colossal limb mid-swing, his muscles straining against the sheer force of the impact. The ground beneath him cratered instantly, fissures spreading outward like a spiderweb, but Soren held firm. His fingers dug into the reinforced steel, bending it like putty under his grip. 

"Tch. That all you got?" he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. 

With a grunt, he twisted his body, his movements fluid yet devastatingly powerful. The Zero-Pointer's arm tore free with a deafening BOOOOOOOM!, the severed limb slamming into the battlefield and sending a shockwave rippling through the arena. Debris flew in all directions, and the watching students stumbled back, their eyes wide with disbelief. 

"HE—HE JUST—" one student stammered, unable to finish the sentence. 

"WHAT THE HELL?!" another shouted, their voice cracking with shock. 

"HE TORE OFF ITS ARM LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!" a third screamed, their jaw practically on the floor. 

The Zero-Pointer reeled back, its systems struggling to process the catastrophic damage. Sparks erupted from its severed shoulder, its red optics flickering as it tried to recalibrate. 

But Soren wasn't done. 

With blinding speed, he shot forward, his body a blur of motion. He reared back his fist, the air around it distorting from the sheer force building up. 

BANG! 

His punch connected with the robot's chest, the impact caving in its armor like paper. Kinetic force rippled through its entire frame, frying circuits and sending a cascade of sparks erupting from its core. 

The Zero-Pointer staggered, its massive frame swaying precariously as it struggled to remain upright. 

Soren hovered in front of it, arms crossed, his expression one of mild annoyance.

"Tch. You're still standing? Annoying." 

Then, his crimson eyes began to glow, a faint hum building in the air as energy gathered within them. 

VWOOOOOM! 

Twin beams of searing red energy erupted from his eyes, cutting through the Zero-Pointer's chest like a hot knife through butter. The beams carved a molten hole straight through its core, the metal glowing white-hot before melting away. 

A second later— 

CRAAASH! 

The colossal machine collapsed, its massive frame crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield, knocking students off their feet and sending debris flying. 

Soren hovered in the air, his expression calm as he dusted himself off. The battlefield fell silent, the sheer magnitude of what had just happened sinking in. 

Then, slowly— 

Wild cheers erupted, the students' voices rising in a cacophony of awe and disbelief. 

"DID YOU SEE THAT?!" 

"HE TOOK IT DOWN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!" 

"WHAT EVEN IS HE?!" 

Soren smirked, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he descended to the ground. 

"Tch. Too easy." 

The Pro Heroes watched from the monitors, their reactions as varied as their personalities. 

Present Mic was practically bouncing out of his seat, his voice booming through the observation room. 

"YOOOO! DID YOU SEE THAT?! THIS KID'S A FREAKIN' MONSTER! I mean, did you SEE how he just—BAM!—ripped that thing's arm off like it was a toy?! And then—POW!—laser eyes?! COME ON! That's next-level insanity!" 

Aizawa, slumped in his chair with his capture weapon pulled up to his nose, let out a long, weary sigh. 

"Yeah. I saw," he muttered, his voice flat but laced with a hint of resignation. 

Midnight leaned back in her chair, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Mmm~. Power like that in a student? It's positively delicious~." Her eyes gleamed with a mix of admiration and something far more mischievous. 

"I can't wait to see how he… develops." 

Lady Nagant stood slightly apart from the group, her arms crossed and her sharp eyes fixed on the screen. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something—respect, maybe even a hint of unease—in her gaze. 

"He's beyond anything we've ever seen," she said, her voice cool and measured. 

"Raw power, precision, and no hesitation. If he's not careful, he'll outclass us all before he even graduates." 

Nezu, perched on his chair, chuckled softly, his beady eyes sparkling with intrigue. 

"Yes. And that… is exactly why I'm so interested in him," he said, his voice cheerful but laced with a hint of something darker. 

"A student like Soren doesn't just break the mold—he shatters it. And I, for one, can't wait to see how far he'll go." 

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Nezu's words hanging in the air. Then, Present Mic broke the tension with another excited shout. 

"I'M JUST SAYING! If this kid doesn't end up as the number one hero, I'll eat my microphone!" 

Aizawa groaned, burying his face in his hands. 

"Someone make him stop."