A Shapeshifters Lustful Journey ( MHA start )
Ch.3 Morning Fun, Afternoon Tsundere.
I stir awake slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of mom's bedroom. A sensation of warmth between my legs pulling me from the haze of sleep, and I realize it isn't just the sun waking me. Mom's tongue is already there, working magic, circling my clit. I sense her contentment and pride at what she's doing to me. She's moving with deliberate slowness, her tongue tracing patterns that make my breath catch and my body arch. I let out a soft moan, my hands instinctively tangling in her hair, pulling her closer as if she could ever be close enough.
Noticing that I'm awake, her hands reach up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, already hard from the attention she's giving me. In no time I'm shaking through an orgasm as power hits us both. As I catch my breath, She kisses up my body slowly until she's at my mouth. She kisses me lazily, her lips meeting mine with the taste of my juices on her's.
"Morning, Mom." I whisper, A husk in my voice.
I get a giggle in return as this sexy minx licks her lips before she replies.
"Morning, Izumi. Thanks for the drink." I feel the smugness radiating off her as she grins at me playfully. I smile back at her happiness but it's my turn now.
So I push her back gently, flipping the dynamic as I straddle her. her own arousal spiking as my lips crashing down on hers. She lets out a groan as I kiss her deeply, my hands roaming her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, the softness of her stomach. Her skin warm under my touch, and I can feel her breath quicken as I move lower.
I kiss her breasts, my tongue swirling around her nipples, teasing them until she arches her back with a soft moan. I start to move slower, deliberately, my lips trailing down her stomach, my hands resting on her hips. I can feel her anticipation, her need, I can't get enough. When I finally get to her soaking wet pussy, I take my time, my tongue dipping inside her, tasting her, savoring her.
Her hands tangle in my hair, her body shifting restlessly as I work, my tongue and fingers moving in sync. I can feel her tension building, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Izumi," she groans out, her voice pleading, but I don't rush. I want to make her feel every moment, every touch.
When she finally cums, it's with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing beneath me. I stay with her, my mouth never leaving her, until she goes limp, her breath ragged. The power surging between us again. Then I move to lay behind her and hold her delicately
We lay there for a while, catching our breath, our bodies still humming with some aftershocks. Both of us content just holding each other.
Mom turns smiling, eyes soft.
"Breakfast?" she asks, her voice gentle.
I nod, my stomach growling like a tigers, After a moment we giggle until we're breathless again. Finally we get up and head to the kitchen. The morning sun bathing the room in a warm glow, and I feel a sense of peace, of belonging. Thankful to get to live this new life as Erona's champion and in this world as Izumi. It doesn't take us long, we move quickly. In sync from years of living together, already used to our nudity. Even copping a few sly feels of each other. We end up making some eggs, fish and rice. With some tea to drink. The silence of the apartment broken up by our occasional giggles. Just making conversation with each other as we eat.
After breakfast, I dress slowly, clothes already feeling foreign, a barrier between me and all the fun I could have, But a necessity for now. I don't bother with any under wear. As I dress in the aldera high uniform. It's just a standard girls uniform.
Today is Monday, and I've still got 10 months to go leading up to the U.A hero university entrance exams. And there's a week to go till All-might is ready. Until then it's normal everyday Izumi. Well with a "quirk" now.
Giving mom a goodbye kiss that gets a little heated, I'm soon walking down the street. I'm running late at this point so Kasumi has already left. Her and her family's house just down the road from our apartment. So I'll have to start my plans to fuck with her in class.
In no time at all the school gate looms ahead, I make it just in time, shoes quick against the sidewalk. Keeping my speed just within reason. No need to get called out for unlicensed quirk use in public. Monday mornings usually suck, but this one… it feels amazing as I step through the gate.
The hallways are mostly empty as everyone has made it to their classrooms. Just milling around inside, making conversation with friends waiting for the bell to ring. I step into the classroom doorway.
And notice a certain someone sitting in my seat.
Kasumi slouches in my chair like she owns it, feet kicked up on my desk, chin tilted up in that way that says she's daring me to make it a problem. Her ash-blonde hair catches the morning light from the window, glinting almost gold. But her eyes, sharp, red, and simmering, are locked right on me the second I step inside.
With a smirk I saunter over, coming to a stop within arm's reach. The faint smell of burnt glycerin clings to her uniform and hits my noise as I approach.
A tick mark develops on her brow as she sees my new confident attitude.
"Morning, hero," she drawls, the new nickname dipped in acid. As if my attitude isn't messing with her. Her fingers tap slow on my desk, each tap followed by a tiny crackle of heat, making sure I hear it.
The chatter in the room thins, just enough for the tension to thicken. I can feel a couple sets of eyes flicking between us. Mutters of concern spreading through the room. I just continue to smile at her. Sensing the hidden fear, my words yesterday had rattled her to the core. She's attempting to put on a strong facade to fuck with me. To pretend like I didn't tell her about my suicide attempt.
After what must feel like an eternity for her but is only a few seconds her already frayed patience snaps. As she growls out a question. "Well? Gonna stand there all day, hero?"
Her taunt's barely out of her mouth before I feel the corner of my own lips pull upward even further shifting slightly. Forming a chesire grin. Not the nervous twitch she usually expects. Instead she twitches. A thrill of sharp fear running through her.
I take a single step closer, encroaching into her personal space fully. Letting my face go back to normal and smiling benignly. For some reason that gets an even bigger twitch from her.
"Well," I murmur, tilting my head and bringing a finger up to tap my chin coyly. "If you wanted to sit in my seat, all you had to do was ask nicely, Kaachan."
Her eyes blink… Just once, but it's all the opening I need to feel the cracks in her armor. Her confidence is already fading, her fingers laying limp against the desk as she stares at me in unease
A couple of our classmates glance up from their conversations, brows lifting at the shift in tone. But Kasumi is right, they're extra's and unimportant.
Kasumi leans back slightly, trying to cover her unease with a scoff. "Tch. What, a creepy smile is gonna make me move?"
"Nah, I don't actually care." I say, shrugging as I set my bag on the desk right beside hers. Which is empty because no one had the balls to sit next to her. Then I pretend to ignore her as I start putting my stuff on the desk.
Her hand flexes against her new desk, a faint pop of heat sparking from her palm. That faint pink climbing her ears? Definitely not from her quirk. I feel her embarrassment and… Heh. Her shameful arousal at my casual dismissal. Could it be that simple? This whole time this fucking bitch had been bullying me in some fucked up tsundere desire to get fucking dominated? Oh I'm gonna fucking ruin her. My thoughts are interrupted as the bell rings and the teacher steps in to start class.
The lesson starts, chalk scratching against the board, the teacher's voice steady and clipped. We're all assigned the person next to us as a partner, we'll be working through some project. I'm of course assigned Kasumi. So, everyone slides their desks right next to their partners. Then we begin to work through the project but I could do it in my sleep.
Besides I've got more important things to do. I begin using my charm on the pomeranian sitting next to me. Stoking her light arousal higher. And as we work I begin to fuck with her by leaning in close. Making up bullshit questions as an excuse. Kasumi's posture shifts every time I lean in. Her arousal bringing a flush to her face as her breathing picks up slightly. I keep it up. A brush of my sleeve against her arm as I reach for my pencil. My knee tapping hers when I cross my legs under the desk. Each time, there's the briefest hitch in her breathing before she snaps her gaze forward again, jaw set tight.
By the third "accidental" nudge, there's a flush high on her cheekbones, a faint heat rolling off her skin that has nothing to do with her explosions. And everything to do with my own efforts. She catches me glancing at it, and her glare sharpens like a blade… but that only makes me smile.
Her hand twitches once, like she's debating blasting the space between us just to make a point. But she doesn't. Instead, she grips her pencil hard enough that I hear it creak faintly. I feel her emabressment and anger losing to arousal.
The clock above the board ticks on. Every time she tries to ignore me, I find another little excuse… a notebook shift, a lean toward her desk, the brush of fingers when I hand back a shared worksheet.
Before long, Kasumi is practically vibrating with pent-up energy. Her glare now locked on me like I'm the only thing in the room.
She leans in just enough for her whisper to reach my ear, low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, Midoriya."
Her palm crackles under the desk… close enough that I feel the heat lick my thigh. But still… she doesn't move away. I don't think she even realizes how turned on she is.
The rest of the morning drags in a slow, delicious way. Every page we turn, every problem the teacher assigns, is another excuse to nudge her with my charm, then physically, just enough to watch her jaw tighten. By the time the lunch bell rings, Kasumi's pencil might be the only thing holding her together… And it looks like it's one wrong move from snapping.
The moment the bell's echo fades, she slams her notebook shut with enough force to make half the class flinch.
"I'm done with this," she mutters, half to herself, half aloud, shoving her chair back so hard it scrapes across the tile.
I don't hide my smirk as she stalks toward the door. Shoes striking in sharp, angry beats. The scent of glycerin trailing behind her like a fuse still burning.
No one tries to talk to her. Most just glance at me in wonder at the change in the status quo. Standing to follow I decide to flex on these idiots. I turn my head into the Jurassic park version of a velociraptor, smiling with rows of teeth. Everyone gasps at the proof that I'm no longer quirkless. Falling into a stunned silence as my head returns to normal and I strut out of the room.
I slip out into the hallway, the noise of the lunch rush fills the air… Locker doors clanging open, voices bouncing off the walls… But I keep my focus on her.
She moves fast, shoulders squared, cutting through the crowd like she's daring anyone to block her path. I match her pace without closing the distance, she notices me following. But scoffs continuing forward.
We pass the vending machines, then the cafeteria. She doesn't even glance toward them, heading instead for the back stairwell. The crowd thins here, the echoes of our footstep's sharper against the concrete.
She comes to a stop her hand gripping the railing at the landing, knuckles white. She knows I'm right behind her, but she doesn't look back. Not yet.
I suppress a gleeful grin down to just a smug one. Waiting enjoying this game. Feeling her emotions roil. As she fights against her own hidden ones that have been pushed forward by my charm.
Then she turns, her shoes squeaking faintly on the concrete as she spins around. The stairwell's dim light cuts across her face, throwing sharp shadows under her eyes, and her hair swishes with the movement.
"You…" she starts, voice already rough with heat, "Are unbelievable, Izumi!" Her hands come up, fingers twitching like she's one spark away from blowing a hole in the wall.
"All morning… All morning… You've been in my space, bumping into me, acting like… like you're…" She cuts herself off with a sharp breath, cheeks flaring redder.
I just stand there, watching her with a grin. She hates that.
Kasumi jabs a finger at me, the faint scent of burnt air curling with the gesture. "I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but it's not… it's not gonna work on me. You got that? I'm not… I'm not like those idiots who trip over themselves for a smile."
The words come out like she's trying to convince herself more than me. Her foot taps against the ground, restless.
"You think saving me yesterday gives you some kind of… of…" She huffs, frustration knotting her shoulders.
"You didn't need to. I had it handled. I always have it handled. And then you show up with a quirk and that…" Her gaze flicks over my face, lingering just a beat too long before snapping back to my eyes. "… that evil smirk, talking about trying to kill yourself. I'm not buying it. The Izumi that I know wouldn't do that."
I can't stop my eyes widening slightly at the genuine sadness and fear that erupts under her anger. She doesn't notice that her hands have curled into fists at her sides instead of sparking.
"Newsflash, Idiot you can't do that! You can't kill yourself! You have people that would miss You, I'd miss you." she says, voice dropping lower, whispering her last words.
I almost don't believe this woman. Even sensing her emotions. After everything she's done to me. But the way she won't quite meet my eyes… The way she's fidgeting. Fuck, I'm still gonna break this bitch but… Shit man part of me loves her, idolizes her. She's Kaachan. My smile falls off my face and my shoulders slump as I let out a sigh.
Then I step forward, she flinches but before she can back away or run or explode me. My hand comes up, fingers curling gently but firmly under her chin. Her skin is warm, soft and flawless as a side effect of her quirk. I feel a faint tremor in her jaw as I tilt her head just enough to meet my gaze.
Her eyes go wide, the red in them flaring like a warning light, and I can hear the faint crackle start in her palm. "Nerd…" She warns, voice low, dangerous, her breath puffing out.
But I don't let go.
Instead, I lean in, closing the space between us in one steady motion, and press my lips to hers. It's quick at first… testing the waters… As our lips slide together, her breath catches. I feel her anger and fear fade, her arousal rising.
The crackle in her palms sputters once, then dies entirely. She doesn't pull away, I can feel the tension bleeding out of her shoulders, like I've short-circuited her entire being.
When I finally pull back, just enough to see her face, her cheeks are flushed brighter than I've ever seen, eyes flicking between my lips and my eyes like she's trying to find her footing. I feel her angry stubbornness warring with her arousal. This goddamn Tsundere.
"You…" She starts, but it's weaker now, the edge gone from her voice.
Pulling back, I keep my hand under her chin just long enough to make sure she's looking right at me. Her eyes are still sharp, but there's a flicker… she's Uncertain, off balance.
"Kaachan, no Kasumi" I say quietly, my voice steady, "You've spent years pushing me around, acting like I could never catch up to you." My lips curl faintly, but it's not a smirk… it's something more certain. "But the truth is… I've always loved you. Admired you. Idolized you. You've been my goal since the very start. The one I've been running toward."
I feel her emotions run wild at my words. Shock, disbelief, happiness, hope, anger, stubbornness. Waring within her.
"And now," I continue, leaning just slightly closer, "I've got my own quirk. A powerful one. And I'm not stopping, not until I'm better than you… Until I'm better than All Might."
Her breath hitches, I feel her eagerness at my challenge, anger at my boldness, Arousal at this new side of me.
"So," I finish, my grin returning just enough to be provocative, "I think I'll turn you into a good little sidekick."
For a second, the stairwell is silent. I feel her shock at my provocation, her anger rising as her palms begin to crackle again. Her glare comes back, but there's something else under it now, there's a spark of something new. Not surrender, not yet… but the first hint that she's considering it.
"What the hell do think you're saying?!" she snarls, her voice rough, half-choked with disbelief and fury. "You really think you're gonna be better than All Might? You think I'll be your sidekick?!"
I smirk again, can't help it. I feel it bubbling up from deep inside me, that burning confidence that wasn't always there in my last life… That Izumi wouldn't dream of. I have it now. The strength, the fire, the will to change this world and any I end up in after this.
"Yeah," I Reply, staying close. "I'm gonna be better than him. And you? You'll be lucky to keep up. So you might as well grab on to my coat tails"
Her palms spark more at my words, but she doesn't raise them. Her red eyes flash with anger… And something tangled, hot, and desperate. Her emotions hitting me like a wave, Rage. Pride. Confusion. And of course arousal.
"You might think I saved you just to rub it in," I say quietly. "But I did it because it was right. That's what heroes do. And maybe… " I tilt my head, shifting my features just slightly, letting my green eyes glow a little brighter, jaw a bit sharper, more confident… not quite human, not quite monstrous, just... a reminder of my "quirk". "… maybe you needed to be humbled."
Kasumi growls low in her throat, then she grabs me. Her lips crashing into mine like an explosion. It's not soft. It's not gentle. It's bruising, fiery, and real. My back hits the wall, hard. But I don't care… because her mouth is on mine and her emotions are spilling out like wildfire. Lust. Fury. Challenge. Need.
I kiss her back just as fiercely, grabbing her by the waist, flipping our positions in one smooth movement. Super strength makes it easy. She gasps as she hits the wall this time, and I pull back to give her a hungry grin.
"What the hell do you thin…" Her voice cuts off and her eyes widen in shock. As she feels my hand snake underneath her skirt into her panties, my fingers finding her soaked pussy. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her body tense, a mix of shock and arousal. Without hesitation, I use my other hand to pop open her shirt and push up her bra, cupping her breast. My thumb teasing her nipple. I squeeze, relishing the softness beneath my palm. She gives a sharp intake of breath. And I feel her arousal completely dominate her mind. Not even needing me to stoke it further.
"Izu, you…" I cut her off as I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues dance, a fierce battle of dominance, as my fingers begin to produce a lewd squelching from just how wet she is. I savor her emotions, a tumultuous storm of confusion, anger, and overpowering lust. I feel her submit to being dominated, her lust forcing her to finally accept how much she wants this.
Kasumi's body arches against mine, her arms wrapping around me. I deepen the kiss, my fingers moving faster, thumb finding her clit. Driving her closer to the edge. Her moans muffled by my lips, a sweet melody of surrender. I can feel her resistance keep crumbling, her body betraying her facade.
As her climax builds, I break the kiss, my breath hot against her ear. "You like this, don't you, Kasumi? Being dominated, being taken. All those years bullying me. They were just you acting out. Wanting someone to finally fuck you into submission. To fuck you like the submissive slut you are deep down inside."
My words send shivers down her spine. And I feel her begin to submit even further. I bring up my charm pressing the submission as deep as I can.
Her eyes, glazed with lust, meet mine, as I pull back to look at her. Fingers still working. I see the raw want in them, but she quickly masks it with anger.
"Shut up, Izumi. You don't know… "
Her words are cut off by a sharp cry as her orgasm catches her by surprise. I keep my fingers moving, milking every last drop of pleasure from her. I feel a much stronger version of her quirk settle inside me. And I push the wave of power into both of us.
Then as she pants, dazed by the power and the bliss. I drop to my knees, my hands sliding up her thighs, lifting her skirt. Her panties are already soaked. I waste no time, pulling them down, exposing her completely. Kasumi's breath quickens, her hands tangling in my hair as I lean in, my tongue tracing a path up her inner thighs. Lapping up the Juices that are trailing down them.
"You taste so good, Kaachan. So sweet and eager." I groan out as I get closer to her pussy. I feel her emotions spike at my words, a heady mix of lust and embarrassment. And the submission settles further over her. I relish it for a second but then get back to work. Reaching her pussy at last. I begin to suck on her clit. my fingers driving into her pussy a moment later, driving her wild.
"Ah… Izumi… don't… stop…I can't…" Kasumi's words are broken, her body trembling as I devour her. I suck, lick, and nibble, my fingers thrusting in and out, relentless in their pursuit of her pleasure. Her hands grip my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as she pulls me closer, I'm determined to break her.
Pulling back my fingers keep working as I speak.
"That's it, Kachan. Let go, you're mine, and I'm going to make you scream." My words are a filthy promise, a declaration of dominance. Diving back in I once more lavish her clit with my tongue. And that sends her over the edge. Her body shaking, her juices flowing into my mouth as I greedily drink, as she climaxes again. Her cries echoing off the walls. The power flowing through us both.
The lunch bell rings, a jarring interruption, but I couldn't care less. I stand and pull her into a forceful kiss. Kasumi whimpers, her body still trembling, as she tastes herself on my lips. As we break apart she pants for breath, her chest heaving. Her quirk even weakly sputtering from how overwhelmed she is. Sparks flickering from her palms. Weak now, barely there. Her usual fire doesn't burn me this time… it fuels me.
My hand grips her jaw, tilting her face up so she can't look away. My senses thrum like a drumbeat inside my skull, and I nearly laugh at what I feel. The fury that always radiated from her is twisted now, tangled up with hunger, heat, and a desperate bedrock of submission.
She pants up at me, eyes wide. And I don't just see the explosion girl who tormented me as a kid. I see my childhood friend, trembling, blushing, and… yielding.
My smile is slow. Predatory. "What's wrong, Kaachani?" I whisper, leaning close enough that my breath tickles her ear. "Not so tough now?"
Her hand grabs me, her nails dig into my arm, like she wants to fight it… fight me. But I've broken her. Her resistance is shattered.
Those fierce crimson eyes are soft. I swear I can practically see little hearts flickering in them as she pants for breath.
My bully. My rival. My friend
Now standing here, trembling under my touch… mine.
I chuckle low in my throat, brushing a thumb over her kiss swollen lips. "Come on we better get back class."
Kasumi shakes off some of her blissful haze. Her gruff exterior falling back into place. I give her a moment to fixe her clothes. Then with a nod I lead the way back to class. As we traverse the mostly empty halls, I can feel her pleasure as she comes to terms with this change of dynamic.
When we step back into the classroom, side by side, it feels like every pair of eyes is on us. Kasumi slams into her seat beside me with her usual bang, but they can tell something is different. Between my reveal of my "quirk" And her changed demeanor. She doesn't scowl. She doesn't shove me. She doesn't even bark an insult. She notices there looks and throws me a sideways glance… fiery eyes soft, lips twitching into a smirk. I smirk right back.
I feel her inner turmoil settling even further than it did on our walk back to class.
"Don't get cocky, hero," She finally speaks. Just loud enough for me to hear, her voice sharp, but laced with a teasing lilt. Apparently deciding to make that a new nickname.
She Finishes her statement with a cocky smirk. "I'm still better than you."
I smile, feeling a newfound playfulness in her. leaning close I reply. "Keep telling yourself that."
Her cheeks flush crimson. She crosses her arms, huffing… but she doesn't pull away. If anything, she leans the tiniest bit closer, like a magnet drawn to me against her will.
And everyone notices. Eyes darting between us. staring, wide-eyed, pencils frozen mid-scribble. One girl whispers something to another, who gasps. Even the teacher tilts his head as he steps back into the room, watching us like we're an unsolvable puzzle.
Neither of us care.
Kasumi lets out a satisfied hum, almost daring anyone to comment. But her hand brushes against mine under the desk… quick, fleeting, but deliberate.
I let out a chuckle at her antics. Confusing the rest of the class even more. The world sees an explosive, angry girl. But I feel her joy at finally giving in.
Finally, school lets out, and we step out through the front gates. The sky painted in streaks of orange and violet. Students scatter in every direction, but Kasumi sticks close to me, hands shoved in her pockets, scowl carved deep into her face. Following me at my request.
"Why the hell am I even following you, hero?" she mutters, kicking at a loose stone on the pavement. "Like I've got nothing better to do."
Her words are sharp, but her emotions tell a different story. My senses hum with her excitement, anticipation sparking under her skin like her quirk ready to ignite. She's buzzing, nervous and eager all at once.
"Because you want to," I say smugly, not even looking back at her. Searching for a secluded spot.
"Tch! You're so damn full of yourself!" she snaps, but her steps quicken to match mine. Then I find what I'm looking for grabbing her wrist. She squawks but lets herself be dragged along.
As I tug Kasumi into an alleyway, she glances around, cheeks red and teeth clenched, but doesn't resist. I feel her arousal spike as the narrow walls swallow us in shadow, cutting us off from the busy streets. It's quiet. Private. Exactly what I need. But I don't need fun, at least not right away. I might have broken her. Made her submit but she is someone I love and she deserves to know everything. To do with this universe at least. Eventually I'll tell everyone important about Erona but that's for later..
This is gonna suck. Rehashing this, but I force myself to speak. "Kasumi… I need to tell you everything. About Yesterday… I was walking home when I walked through a tunnel"
Her crimson eyes narrow, an edge of worry hidden under her sharp glare. Her arousal dimming as her anger comes forward. "Tch. Spit it out, hero."
I continue. "The sludge villain… he grabbed me first."
Her breath hitches. Just for a second. She tries to mask it with a scoff, but I feel the spike of fear from her… raw, bitter fear.
"I thought I was going to die. And then suddenly… I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I was on a rooftop… with All Might."
Her eyes widen, and despite herself, excitement bursts through her emotions. I even catch a tiny upward twitch of her lips.
"Holy shit, you actually…" She laughs as she thumps me on the shoulder. "Dumb hero actually met him before me…" She tries to sneer, but her glee makes it fall flat.
My stomach twists, because this is the part she already yelled at me for earlier. But I force myself to continue.
"Kasumi… he told me to give up. To stop dreaming about being a hero."
Her smile fades.
"And then… he left me up there. On that roof. I… I thought maybe he was right. That I'd never… never be enough. I gave up. I…" My throat closes. The words scrape out anyway. This isn't me being a bitter bitch. This me being genuine with Kaachan. I finish, saying the words. "I jumped."
The instant the words leave me, her whole body stiffens.
Her eyes go widen… then blaze. "YOU WHAT?! You weren't kidding?" Her voice cracks the alley like an explosion, echoing. Her hands fist at her sides, shaking. "Are you… are you out of your damn mind, Izumi?! You… you jumped!?"
I flinch, her sadness hitting harder than her anger. But I push on, voice low. "But my quirk… finally awakened. I caught myself. My body just… moved. I slammed into the ground in a handstand. Caught myself as easy as breathing."
She stares at me like I've just stabbed her in the heart.
Her anger is boiling over, but underneath I feel it… terrible fear, grief, hurt, like she's shattering apart inside. "You were gonna leave me…?!"
Over the last day, the muted feeling has faded fast. I'm not just Lilith in Izumi's body. Or Izumi, or the old me. I'm just me and I've spent years in pain. I can't stop my tears. "Kasumi, I thought I had nothing left."
"Idiot!" she screams, voice breaking. Her fists slam into my chest, but they don't hurt. They're trembling too much. "You don't get to just… just throw yourself away like that! Not when I"
Her voice cuts off. Her eyes are wet. Her whole body is shaking. I feel her roiling turmoil of emotions. And then something soft and delicate rising to the top.
It slips out of her, ragged and raw. "Not when I love you, damn it!"
My breath catches.
She's trembling, fists still pressed against me, her face twisted in fury and heartbreak and something unbearably fragile. She's crumbling apart in front of me. I wanted to break her into being my submissive little cum slut. Not this.
Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her. Tight. I bury her against me as she chokes out ragged breaths, her walls falling completely to pieces. "Kasumi…" My own tears blur the world. "I love you too. I said it earlier and I meant it. I swear… I swear I'll never leave you like that again. You're my strength. My reason. We're gonna show everyone what we can do."
Her hands clutch my shirt, desperate, refusing to let me go. "Y-you better not, damn it Izumi… I'm not letting you leave me alone. Ever."
After a while her grip on my shirt loosens, though she doesn't let go, and I loosen my own grip on her. My chest aches, but this time, it's not from pain… it's from relief, I have mom. And now I have Kaachan.
When her breathing steadies, I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. They're rimmed with red, still watery, but blazing with that fire that makes her Kasumi. I brush my thumb against her cheek, and she leans into it. I feel her emotions begin to settle, loving, still submissive but ringed in a protective fire now.
"I need to show you something," I whisper.
Her brows knit. "What now, hero?" Her voice cracks with leftover sadness, but there's curiosity threading through.
I take a deep breath, step back, and focus. My body ripples—bones shortening, skin crawling, hair shrinking until I'm standing there as a perfect mirror of Kasumi herself.
She jerks back like she's seen a ghost. "The hell?!"
I shift again, feathers sprouting across my arms before vanishing into sleek fur. I cycle through forms rapidly, a sparrow that flutters into her hair, a sleek black cat at her feet, then back into my own body.
Her jaw drops, but the heat I feel pulsing from her emotions isn't fear… it's shock, awe, and just a pinch of jealousy as she realizes I wasn't kidding about how powerful I am.
"That's… shapeshifting," I say softly. "But it's not all. I can feel things. Emotions. Like" I smirk. "Right now, you're half awed, half impressed, and a little jealous, even though you don't wanna admit it."
"Shut up!" she snaps automatically, cheeks blazing.
I chuckle, then crouch down. "And this…" I press my palm against the pavement and push. The ground cracks under my hand as if it's paper. "Super strength." I say as I stand.
Her eyes narrow, but they're glimmering in wonder as she speaks. "You weren't kidding about having a powerful quirk. Hero… Izumi this is ridiculous."
"That's not all." I feel her shock at my words as I meet her gaze. "I can copy quirks. Permanently."
Before she can react, A tiny, familiar explosion sparks from my palm, just like hers.
Kasumi's mouth opens… then slams shut. Her eyes widen, trembling between rage and disbelief. "You… you… YOU STUPID COPYCAT!"
Before her anger can detonate, I grab her shoulders and kiss her.
The instant our lips meet, her fury sputters. I feel her soften, her hands gripping my sleeves instead of shoving me away. When I pull back, her face is crimson, steam practically rising from her ears.
"Y-you can't just" she stammers, breathless, "Just shut me up with that!"
I grin smugly. "Sorry. But I had to show you this too. So far I've noticed the copy happens when I'm in physical contact with someone and one of us orgasms. I actually fucked my mom last night after I told her what happened yesterday and ended up with a copy of her quirk."
I feel and see her shock at my words. A blush lights up her face as she processes the implications. She sputters in shock, her arousal rocketing upward.
"You and aunty Inko? But your mother and d… Fuck that's so hot." She cuts herself off, seeming to get lost in her own head as she reacts with arousal instead of digust. I chuckle and kiss her on the nose. She freezes for a second then glares at me. Anger and embarrassment snapping her out of her daydream.
"Damn it Izumi… You can't keep kissing me to distract me!"
I just laugh again as her palms spark. But she just ends up in a sort of angry pout.
Getting myself under control I continue. "That's not all, when I fuck someone I get a boost. In everything, power, quirk, speed, stamina. And I can share it with the people I fuck to. If you think back to earlier you definitely felt it. Hell I swear mom looked younger this morning. But that could've been more to do with me trying to knock her up by shapeshifting a cock for myself and filling her full of fertile cum last night."
Her expression is amazing and her emotions flicker through massive embarrassment and arousal at my words. Then to realization and curiosity, then to an almost feral grin. "Wait… you mean. you can make me even stronger?"
I nod snickering at her one track mind. As she seems to ignore a part of my statement. "Stronger, tougher. Faster. It stacks too. Imagine after we've been fucking for a while Kasumi. You'll be able to blow up any villain."
For a second, her grin looks absolutely villainous. She grabs my collar, eyes sparkling with dangerous excitement. "We'd be unstoppable, Izumi… I need you to fuck me like you did Aunty inko. Just… You can't knock me up ok?"
She trails off almost shyly but her eagerness and arousal is still roaring. I grin at her.
"Oh I will, and no worries. You can get some of the fancy birth control to be sure. But I can control my fertility."
She gives a nod and like always Kaachan is never one to hesitate. She starts undressing, her hands trembling with anticipation.
I chuckle, a low, sultry sound that echoes through the alleyway. "Well, well, Kasumi, looks like you're eager to show me what a little exhibitionist slut you are." My words are teasing, a deliberate provocation to see how she'll react.
Kasumi's response is immediate and fiery. "I'm no fucking exhibitionist!" she snaps, her voice laced with a mix of anger and desire. But I can feel her submission, the way her body responds to the idea of being exposed, of being taken right here, right now.
I smirk, knowing I've hit a nerve. "Oh, really? Then why are you stripping like a naughty schoolgirl?"
She grumbles under her breath embarrassment rising, Once she's naked she takes a second but just settles on a demand. "Shut up and get naked Izumi!" crossing her arms with a pout. I admire her gorgeous naked body for a moment.
Then I comply with a chuckle. My eyes never leaving Her's as I start to strip.
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