The next day, Olivia didn't wake until noon. When she did, her consciousness was still sluggish, as if her body itself was protesting the abuse it had gone through the night before.
"Hisss!"
Sitting up, she winced in pain that came from the tender swelling on her pussy and nipples, and her waist, which was a little sore.
Pulling back the covers and finding herself naked, the cold air brushing her skin felt like a splash of cold water, sobering her a bit and making her recall the memories of last night all at once.
In a fit of lust, she had crossed every line with her son and was fucked silly until the morning sun was about to rise from beyond the horizon.
"Ah, what have I done?!"
It was too embarrassing to think about it.
Sitting on the bed, she covered her forehead with her hand as her thoughts became a jumbled mess.
But then, as she thought of her son, she whipped her head around, and a wave of relief swept over her when she saw he was still sleeping peacefully.
Gazing at his handsome face, an urge to brush the hair from his forehead made her hand lift, but she stopped midway, afraid of waking him.
That was when she saw it, the noticeable tent rising on the blanket around his crotch.
Realizing what it was, her face flushed, and she subconsciously swallowed her saliva, feeling a little tempted.
However, she quickly shook her head and got up from the bed, knowing that the longer she stayed there, the more likely she was to lose control again.
She hurriedly put on her last night's clothes and breathed a sigh of relief as she slowly opened the door to leave.
Before leaving the room, though, she took one last look at her son, and the image from last night, his strength, and the unforgettable pleasure he gave her flashed in her mind.
Her blush deepened, and her heart hammered against her ribs.
'What am I going to do? How am I going to face him? Will he ever look at me the same way again? Why couldn't I just control myself?'
She wallowed in her self-pity for a long moment before finally letting out a long, resigned sigh.
'No matter what, I have to face it. I'm his mother. I can't just run away from this... this incestuous thing.'
With that encouragement, Olivia steeled herself, opened the door, and walked out.
She wasn't gone for even half an hour before Herman also woke up, yawning, stretching his limbs, and groggily opening his eyes.
In truth, he'd been half-awake when he felt his mother moving, but his subconscious, sensing no threat, had simply let him drift back into a light sleep.
But now, as full clarity returned to his eyes, his vision flickered, and a flood of translucent blue panels appeared at the corner of his vision, one after another.
[Congratulations! You are no longer a virgin.]
[You have fucked your own mother into a mindless, unconscious mess.]
[Reward: 5,000 System Points]
[Special Condition Detected: First Sexual Encounter in This World]
[Bonus Reward Granted: 1,000 System Points]
[Milestone Achieved: Loss of Virginity in My Hero Academia]
[Milestone Reward: Random Quirk Lottery Ticket (Guaranteed Win of a High-Tier Quirk)]
[Detected To Have Sex With Someone Targeted Using Hypnosis]
[System Function Unlocked: Hypnosis Link]
[Note: Please check the Status Window and Storage Space.]
Seeing the rewards, Herman's drowsiness vanished instantly. He sat upright in bed and scanned the notifications again, one by one, slowly, before finally reading them all and curling his fist in excitement.
"Awesome!"
Six thousand system points!
Considering that ordinary women, even those with Quirks, could only give single-digit System Points at max, this was absurdly generous.
"Looks like once I'm done fucking and conquering all the important female characters of the plot, I have to start my own daughter production farm!"
Daughters would lead to granddaughters, and granddaughters to great-granddaughters.
If a son happened to be born, well, his daughters would still be for him to fuck!
As long as the system kept giving points, he'd fuck them all, ensuring that only the bloodline was passed dow from generation to generation.
'Truly keeping the bloodline pure! Sigh! The sacrifices I make for my family! It's only right that my daughters, and my son's daughters, repay me with their bodies, hehe.'
He chuckled evilly to himself, the blueprint for a depraved… No, not depraved, but a beautiful future took shape in his mind.
For a moment, he wanted to fuck his mother until he was certain she'd been impregnated. But when he saw the space beside him, the impulse faded.
'Well, no rush. She isn't going anywhere.'
Herman took a deep breath to calm down, but then a faint, mouth-watering fragrance drifted in from outside the room. Eggs. Butter. Light seasoning.
"Omelette…"
A small smile appeared at the corner of Herman's lips.
'A MILF is a MILF after all. Always so thoughtful and caring.'
With his mind finally at ease, he swung his legs out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
There, he stood under the hot spray for a long time, letting the water wash away the last remnants of fatigue and the lingering scent of sex.
When he finally stepped out, he felt completely clear-headed and refreshed.
Once dressed, Herman returned to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled up the system interface.
[System Points: 6,000]
Not world-breaking, but more than enough to significantly boost his stats and level up his Hypnosis skill.
But putting that aside to do at last, he opened his Storage Space and took out the Random Quirk Lottery Ticket.
It was a black coupon with a matte, almost velvety surface, and it felt strangely heavy for something that looked like paper.
"Random Quirk Lottery Ticket" was engraved on it in shiny golden letters, and a neat dotted line ran across the center, with "tear here" written in small.
Herman stared at it for several seconds, exhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and prayed.
"Alright… goddess of luck, if you're not giving me your pussy, time to give me some of your luck."
With that, he tore the ticket along the dotted line.
Rip—!
The coupon disintegrated instantly, bursting into a blinding white light that rushed forward and slammed into his chest. His vision flickered, and then a new system panel appeared in front of him.
[Congratulations!]
[You have received Quirk: Runtime Distortion.]
—— [Quirk: Runtime Distortion] ——
➤ Allows the user to compress or expand space within a fixed radius centered on himself.
➤ The user can desynchronize their own runtime, temporarily accelerating or decelerating their body relative to the world.
➤ Time acceleration and deceleration apply to the user only and do not affect external time flow.
➤ All effects heavily drain stamina and require careful usage.
➤ The power, range, and duration of this Quirk scale with the user's Spirit stat.
➤ With a Spirit stat of 28, the user can distort space within a radius of up to 5.6 meters. Time-related effects, such as time declaration, acceleration, and duration, are limited to a maximum of 5.6× and 5.6 seconds, respectively.
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[Warning: Excessive use past the limits can cause muscle strain, dizziness, spatial disorientation, unconsciousness, and even, in some cases, death.]
[Do you want to accept the Quirk?]
"…Holy shit. Accept, accept!"
Herman shouted out loud and immediately accepted. If he turned down a Quirk this broken, he'd have to be insane.
[Confirmation Received]
With that, a strange tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Along with it came an instinctual understanding, like a new sense of the very space around him.
"Space-time. Hahahaha!"
Realizing he also could affect space-time like those novel protagonists, a wild laughter escaped his throat before he could stop it, and he decided.
"Let's give it a try."
Of course, he wasn't an idiot.
He knew his room wasn't exactly a training ground, and the system's warning was also a factor that made him cautious.
So he decided to use it in a somewhat open area in the room and within a controllable range.
'No bullshit... only in a straight line horizontally!'
He stood up from the bed and steadied himself, eyes focused forward on a point about three meters in front of him, and, while activating the Quirk, took a step.
The world folded, and there was no flash, no sound, just a sense of compression, like reality had been grabbed and pinched together.
Herman took a single step forward and was about to cross about 3 meters instead of the single meter he would usually take, and he exclaimed when putting his next foot down.
"…Aweso—"
But his words cut off because at that same moment, something solid slammed into his vision, and his face smashed straight into the cupboard.
Bang!
Wood rattled, and Herman stumbled back, clutching his face as pain swept across his skull along with a wave of exhaustion, making his breathing heavier.
'Ah—fuck!'
As he leaned against the wall, breathing hard, he realized he had misunderstood.
The space he squeezed wouldn't care about targets, and everything inside that range would be affected together.
Moreover, the mass mattered.
Since the cupboard was too heavy, it was no wonder Herman's stamina had taken such a hit in just one use of the Quirk.
Understanding all of this, Herman wiped his face and, at the same time, sighed in relief.
"Luckily, I kept it horizontal in a straight line according to my height and in a controllable range."
Even with his Physique stat, a single low-level use of moving himself and a heavy cupboard had left him feeling like he'd just sprinted five hundred meters at full speed.
If he had gotten excited and used it at full capacity, say, in a five-meter spherical radius around him...
Glup!
He couldn't help but swallow and felt his throat a bit dry.
After all, the devastation would have turned his room into a junkyard, and the stamina cost would probably have knocked him unconscious on the spot.
"…Yeah. That system warning wasn't for decoration...."
He took a slow, deep breath, forcing his heartbeat to slow down. His face still hurt, and his body felt heavy from the depleted stamina. And yet, a wide, predatory grin spread across his lips.
"This Quirk is too good."
Of course, it needed extreme control, precision, and brutal training, but that didn't scare him. Not in the slightest.
In his previous life, he had pushed his body past limits most people couldn't even comprehend.
And in a world without powers, he had learned to kill with his bare hands, with a gun, with a blade, or with anything he could get his hands on.
Those skills weren't a gift, but were forged in blood, sweat, and relentless hard work.
"And now, I have to do it again. But this time, the reward will be incomparably huge!"
Herman's eyes were burning with anticipation, and he finally moved his attention to the last thing in the system notifications.
[Newly Unlocked Function: Hypnosis Link]
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