The shuffle outside the toilet door stopped, but Zion's All-Seeing Eye caught nothing—just an empty hall, tiles gleaming under flickering lights. Momo, pressed against the sink, her sweater half-on, breasts still flushed from their fuck, whispered, "Who's there?" Her voice trembled, afterglow souring into panic. Zion's grin faded, his mind racing. Someone had heard her screams, his growls, the stall rattling like a goddamn earthquake. If this got out, his game—stealing Quirks, fucking his way through Class 1-A—could take a hit.
He cracked the door, peering out, and saw a flash of brown hair vanishing around the corner. Ochaco. Her appeal stat, last clocked at 40 in the library, burned in his memory. She'd been jealous when he flirted with Momo, her pout obvious. Now she'd heard them, and that made her a problem—or an opportunity. "Stay here," he told Momo, voice low, and slipped into the hall, his shirt still unbuttoned, pants barely zipped.
"Ochaco!" he called, catching her near the stairwell, her back stiff, uniform skirt swaying as she froze. Her face was red, eyes wide with shock and something else—hurt, maybe lust. "Wait up," he said, closing the gap, his infinite appeal already working, voice smooth.
She turned, fists clenched. "Zion, I… I didn't mean to—" Her words stumbled, her blush deepening as she avoided his gaze. "You and Momo, in there… I heard everything."
His All-Seeing Eye flared, but no stats popped—malfunctioning, maybe, or her emotions too raw. Fuck, he thought, but kept his cool, leaning against the wall, close enough to smell her sweet scent. "Yeah, you heard," he said, voice husky. "So what? You jealous, Ochaco? 'Cause you could be in there with us."
Her eyes snapped to his, shocked but flickering with curiosity. "What? That's… I'm not like that!" But her voice wavered, her thighs pressing together, betraying her. Zion pushed, his charm a sledgehammer. "Bullshit. You've been eyeing me since day one. You want this, same as Momo. Come back with me, and I'll show you."
Ochaco hesitated, stepping back, but her appeal was climbing—he could feel it, even without the Eye. "I… I should go," she mumbled, but didn't move. Zion tried the Eye again, focusing hard, and it pinged:
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Name: Ochaco Uraraka
Age: 16
Quirk: Zero Gravity
Energy: 12
Endurance: 10
Strength: 8
Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 50
>
Fifty? Nice. He grinned, stepping closer, his hand grazing her arm, light but deliberate. "Don't run, Ochaco. You heard Momo screaming—you want that, don't you? Join us. No one's gotta know." His voice was raw, promising pleasure, and her breath hitched, her appeal spiking:
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Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 65
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She bit her lip, eyes darting to the toilet door, then back to him. "This is crazy," she whispered, but followed him, her hand trembling in his. Got her, he thought, leading her back to the locked bathroom.
Momo stood inside, bra on, skirt zipped, but her eyes widened at Ochaco. "Uraraka? What's—" she started, but Zion cut in, locking the door. "She heard us, Momo. And she's in." He pulled Ochaco close, kissing her neck, her gasp loud as Momo watched, frozen but curious, her appeal still at 95.
"Zion, is this okay?" Momo asked, voice shaky, but her eyes were hungry, fixed on Ochaco's flushed face. Zion grinned, pulling Momo in, kissing her hard, then Ochaco, their moans mixing. "It's more than okay," he growled. "You both want this. Let's fucking go."
Ochaco's uniform hit the floor, her blouse unbuttoned, bra revealing perky breasts, nipples hard. Momo shed her sweater again, her full curves a contrast to Ochaco's slimmer frame, both perfect in Zion's eyes. He stripped, his cock throbbing, their gasps fueling him. "Fuck, you're both unreal," he rasped, pulling them to the stall, the tiles cold under their feet.
He started with Ochaco, lifting her against the wall, her legs wrapping his waist. "Ready?" he growled, and she nodded, eyes wild. He thrust into her, her tight heat making him groan, her moan sharp and desperate. "Zion!" she cried, nails clawing his back as he pounded, her body shaking, thighs slick. Momo watched, biting her lip, her hand slipping between her legs, moaning softly.
"Join in," Zion said, pulling Momo close, kissing her as he fucked Ochaco. Momo knelt, her tongue flicking Ochaco's clit, making her scream, the sound echoing off the tiles. Ochaco's climax hit fast, her pussy clenching, her cries raw as she shuddered, "Fuck, yes!" Zion kept going, relentless, then pulled out, turning to Momo.
"On your knees," he ordered, and Momo obeyed, her ass up, perfect. He entered her from behind, her tightness gripping him, her moans louder than before. Ochaco, panting, kissed Momo, their tongues messy, hands roaming—Momo's breasts, Ochaco's thighs. Zion slammed into Momo, his hands squeezing her hips, her screams mixing with Ochaco's gasps. "Harder!" Momo begged, and he delivered, each thrust shaking the stall, her body trembling.
Ochaco's fingers worked Momo's clit, their moans a chorus, driving Zion wild. "Gonna cum," he growled, feeling the heat build, his pace brutal. Momo's orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing, her scream—"Zion, fuck!"—bouncing off the walls as she collapsed forward, quivering. Ochaco's second climax followed, her fingers frantic, her cry sharp. Zion exploded inside Momo, hot and thick, her moans spiking as she felt him fill her, grinding back for more. Ochaco kissed him, tasting Momo, their bodies a sweaty, trembling mess.
They slumped against the tiles, panting, clothes scattered. Momo's appeal held at 95, Ochaco's hit:
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Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 90
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A system ping flashed:
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System Update –
Intimate Conquest Achieved: Ochaco Uraraka
Reward: +15 Stat Points
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Zion helped them dress, Momo shy but sated, Ochaco flushed but smiling.
"We… we can't tell anyone," Ochaco whispered, fixing her skirt. Momo nodded, adjusting her bra.
…
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Name: Zion
Age: 16
Quirk: All for One
Special Ability: All-Seeing eye, (locked)
Energy: 30
Endurance: 35
Strength: 30
Appeal: ∞
>