Over the past year, Toga's quirk evolved in a way that fascinated Soren. After regularly drinking his blood, she somehow acquired Viltrumite physiology—temporarily.
At first, she could only maintain it for a few minutes, but over time, her body adapted. Now, a single cup of his blood gave her ten minutes of enhanced strength, speed, and durability. And the more she consumed, the longer she could hold the power.
Toga beamed as she flexed her arm.
"Soren~! Look, I'm getting even stronger! Soon, I'll be able to match you, and then… well, we'll see what happens~."
Soren smirked.
"You're still a long way from that, but keep drinking my blood, and who knows?"
Toga giggled, licking her lips. "Oh, don't worry. I plan to."
Meanwhile, Izumi and Katsumi's parents had decided it was time to formally train them.
They enrolled the two in a dojo to hone their fighting styles, ensuring they wouldn't just rely on their quirks. The two girls eagerly agreed, wanting to become stronger.
Soren, however, didn't join them.
He had no need for traditional martial arts—his Viltrumite instincts, reflexes, and sheer brutality in combat were already beyond human comprehension. Though, he learned hand to hand combat with his father who has centuries upon centuries of experience.
Instead, he watched.
He sat outside the training hall, arms crossed, observing as Izumi, Katsumi, and even Toga trained inside.
That's when he met her.
A girl with short, orange hair and sharp green eyes stepped out of the dojo, wiping sweat from her brow. She was the same him, her muscles toned from training.
She stopped when she saw him.
"Hey, you new here?"
Soren turned his gaze toward her, evaluating.
'Itsuka Kendo…she should be the class b president in the future. To think I'll meet her here.'
Another potential addition to his empire.
"No," Soren said simply.
"I'm just watching."
The girl raised an eyebrow.
"Just watching? That's kinda boring, don't you think?"
Soren smirked.
"Not when you have my perspective."
She huffed, crossing her arms.
"That so? Name's Itsuka Kendo."
"Soren Oda."
"Well, if you're here, you might as well join in. Standing around and watching's lame."
Soren chuckled.
"Maybe later."
She smirked.
"Suit yourself. But don't blame me if you fall behind."
She turned and walked back inside.
Soren watched her go, his smirk deepening.
'She'll be mine too. Just a matter of time.'
Soren watched Kendo walk back inside, his sharp eyes trailing over her form.
She was strong, disciplined, and her toned body showed the results of years of training. But it wasn't just her current self that interested him.
He had memories of her future self—how she would grow into a stunning, well-built woman with curves that balanced strength and femininity.
'She's already promising now… but in a few years? She'll be absolutely arousing.'
The thought stirred something primal in him.
The idea of breaking her, of making her submit to him as one of his personal slaves—one of the many women who would bear his offspring for the future of the Viltrum Empire—was intoxicating.
'It'll be wonderful when she finally belongs to me. A strong, disciplined woman like her… bending to my will? That'll be a sight to enjoy.'
His smirk widened.
There was no rush.
He had time.
Kendo, just like the others, would fall into his hands eventually.
Another year had passed, and things were progressing exactly as Soren had envisioned.
Izumi, Katsumi, and Toga had all grown stronger, more skilled, and—most importantly—closer to him. Their admiration, their trust, their devotion had all deepened, subtly twisted into something far greater than mere friendship.
His other quirk, the one that affected females, had begun to shape them—warp them in ways they didn't even realize.
It wasn't just an attraction.
It was an obsession.
It started with subtle things. They always wanted to be near him, always sought his approval. Whenever he praised them, their eyes would light up with pure joy. Whenever he teased or ignored them, they would grow frustrated, desperate to regain his attention.
And when they spoke about the future…
"I don't care about being the number one hero anymore," Izumi admitted one evening, her green eyes staring up at him with something dangerous glimmering beneath the surface.
"I just want to be by your side, Soren."
"Yeah," Katsumi scoffed, crossing her arms, but her usual defiance was replaced with devotion.
"Heroes are overrated. Who cares about all that when we can just follow you?"
Toga giggled, resting her chin on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him.
"I just want to be yours, Soren~ I wanna drink your blood forever!"
Soren smirked.
They were becoming exactly what he wanted them to be.
Loyal. Devoted. Obsessive.
'A Goudere, huh?' Soren mused inwardly.
'A girl who is utterly obsessed with her love interest and will do anything for him? That's exactly what I need them to become.'
He had planted the seeds. Now, he simply needed to nurture them, let their obsession fester and grow stronger over time.
Izumi tightened her grip on Soren's arm, pressing herself against him with a determined gleam in her emerald eyes.
"Then… I'll be your wife, Soren!" she declared, her voice filled with absolute conviction.
"And we'll have lots of babies together!"
Katsumi scoffed but stepped closer, her red eyes blazing.
"Tch, like hell you will! I'm the one who's gonna marry him!" She jabbed a thumb at herself. "And we'll have even more kids!"
Toga giggled, wrapping her arms around Soren's neck from behind.
"Hehehe~ Then I'll just have to drink his blood more and make the strongest babies!" Her golden eyes shimmered with pure adoration.
Itsuka, usually the most level-headed of the group, clenched her fists before nodding firmly.
"If that's how it is, then I won't lose! I'll become the best wife for Soren and give him the strongest children!"
Soren chuckled inwardly, watching them compete for him.
'Hah. They're fighting over me like I'm a prize. Perfect.'
He leaned back, feigning innocence.
"Oh? You all want to marry me?" He smirked as they all nodded vigorously.
Izumi blushed but held his hand tightly.
"Yes! You're amazing, Soren! You're the strongest, the smartest, and the most perfect person ever!"
Katsumi grinned. "Damn right! If I'm gonna be with anyone, it's gotta be someone as strong as you!"
Toga nuzzled against him. "I just love you, Soren! So, so, soooo much~! I wanna be yours forever!"
Itsuka, her cheeks dusted pink, looked him straight in the eyes.
"I don't know why, but I just feel like… like I was meant to be with you. I don't care how many wives you have—I just want to be yours."
Soren suppressed a grin.
'They're all so devoted. So desperate to belong to me.'
This was exactly what he had planned. They weren't just loyal—they were obsessed.
He reached out, cupping Izumi's cheek, then trailing his fingers along Katsumi's jaw before brushing his thumb over Toga's lips. Finally, he let his hand rest on Itsuka's shoulder.
"Well." he mused, smirking.
"I guess we'll just have to see who proves themselves worthy, huh?"
The girls stiffened. And then, the competition truly began.
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Mitsuki Bakugou strode confidently through the apartment complex, her sharp red eyes scanning the numbers etched on each door until she found the familiar one she was looking for. She had decided to visit her longtime friend, Inko Midoriya, on a whim.
It had been a while since they'd last caught up, and Mitsuki, ever the bold and straightforward woman, figured it was about time. Her long, platinum blonde hair, usually tied up in a messy bun, cascaded loosely over her shoulders today, framing her mature yet strikingly youthful face.
Despite being a mother, her curvaceous body put younger women to shame—ample breasts strained against the fabric of her tight top, her slim waist accentuated her wide hips, and her long, toned legs carried an air of dominance with every step she took.
As she approached the door, her mind wandered.
'Inko's probably busy with her usual routine,' she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.
'She's always so put together, but I bet she's got her hands full with raising Izumi. Maybe she's even lonely. Well, that's what I'm here for—to liven things up a bit.' Mitsuki's confidence was unshakable, her presence commanding. She raised a fist to knock, her knuckles poised to rap against the wood, but then—she froze.
A muffled sound leaked from inside the apartment.
At first, she thought she misheard.
'Maybe it's the TV,' she reasoned, her sharp ears twitching slightly as she leaned closer to the door. But then—
"Ahh~! Mnn~!"
The unmistakable sound of moaning reached her ears, and Mitsuki's eyes widened in shock. Her mind raced, a flurry of thoughts crashing into one another.
'What the hell? Is that… Inko? No way. No freaking way.' Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of disbelief and curiosity surging through her.
'Inko Midoriya? Sweet, reserved, always-so-proper Inko?' The image of her friend—soft-spoken, gentle, and perpetually composed—clashed violently with the sounds she was hearing now.
Mitsuki's hand, still hovering in the air, slowly lowered as she took a step back.
'Okay, okay, maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Maybe it's just… I don't know, a movie or something. Yeah, that's gotta be it.' But even as she tried to rationalize it, her instincts told her otherwise. The moans were too real, too raw, too… human.
'Wait, is she… with someone?' The thought sent a jolt through her, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and intrigue.
'Inko? Really? Who the hell could it be?'
Her mind flashed to the few times she'd seen Inko interact with men. There was that one guy from the grocery store who always seemed a little too friendly, and then that neighbor who'd helped her carry groceries upstairs once. But Inko had never mentioned anything about dating, let alone… this.
'Damn, Inko, you've been holding out on me,' Mitsuki thought, a sly grin tugging at her lips despite the awkwardness of the situation.
'Guess you're not as innocent as you let on.'
For a moment, she considered leaving.
'This is none of my business,' she told herself firmly.
'I should just come back later.' But her curiosity got the better of her. Mitsuki Bakugou wasn't one to back down from anything, and this was no exception.
'I'll just… wait a minute. See if it stops. Yeah, that's what I'll do.' She crossed her arms, leaning casually against the wall beside the door, her sharp eyes darting around the hallway to make sure no one else was around.
The sounds continued, growing louder and more intense. Mitsuki's cheeks flushed despite herself.
'Damn, Inko, who knew you had it in you?' She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride for her friend.
'Good for her. Everyone deserves a little fun.' But then another thought struck her.
'Wait, what if it's not consensual? What if she's in trouble?' Her protective instincts kicked in, and she straightened up, her earlier amusement replaced by concern. 'No, I can't just stand here. I need to make sure she's okay.'
With renewed determination, Mitsuki raised her fist again and knocked firmly on the door. The sounds from inside abruptly stopped, replaced by a sudden, heavy silence. Mitsuki's heart raced as she waited, her mind spinning with possibilities.
'What if I just interrupted something important? What if she's mad? What if—'
The door creaked open slightly, and Inko's flushed face peeked out, her green eyes wide with surprise and a hint of panic.
"M-Mitsuki!" she stammered, her voice higher-pitched than usual.
"W-what are you doing here?"
Mitsuki raised an eyebrow, her trademark smirk returning.
"Well, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. But it sounds like you're… busy." She leaned in slightly, her sharp eyes scanning Inko's disheveled appearance—her hair slightly messy, her cheeks flushed, her breathing uneven.
'Yep, definitely busy.'
Inko's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"I-I was just… um… exercising! Yes, exercising! You know, trying out one of those new workout videos. They're really intense, haha…"
Mitsuki's smirk widened.
'Nice try, Inko.'
"Oh, really? Must be some workout. Mind if I join?"
Inko's eyes widened in panic.
"N-no! I mean, it's really not that interesting, and I'm almost done anyway, so—"
Mitsuki couldn't help but laugh, cutting her off.
"Relax, Inko. I'm just messing with you. But seriously, if you've got company, I can come back later. Or… you could introduce me." She winked, her tone playful but laced with curiosity.
Inko looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.
"I-it's not what you think, Mitsuki! I swear!"
Mitsuki crossed her arms, her expression softening.
"Hey, it's none of my business what you do in your free time. But if you ever want to talk about it, you know I'm all ears. And if you need me to beat someone up for you, just say the word."
Inko let out a nervous laugh, her shoulders relaxing slightly.
"Thanks, Mitsuki. You're a good friend."
Mitsuki grinned.
"Damn right I am. Now, are you gonna invite me in, or are we gonna keep chatting in the hallway?"
Inko hesitated for a moment before opening the door wider.
"Of course, come in. I'll make us some tea."
As Mitsuki stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the slightly disheveled couch and the faint scent of… something in the air.
'Yep, definitely not just exercising,' she thought with a smirk. But she said nothing, deciding to let Inko off the hook—for now. After all, everyone had their secrets, and Mitsuki Bakugou was nothing if not patient.
'But next time, Inko, I'm getting the full story.'