Chapter 2: Pink Peaches and Purple Grapes
"And in other news, the former hero-in-training now only known as Grapist is still at large. Though a search party was formed ever since his deplorable acts leading to his immediate expulsion from U.A., it seems-"
The screen turned to black.
Staring at the empty screen, was Minoru Mineta. He sat comfortably in his chair, a sly smile on his face.
The room he sat in felt heavy with the weight of time. Faint light had filtered through cracked and dusty windowpanes, casting a muted glow over the empty space. A thick layer of dust had blanketed the floor, undisturbed for years. The air had carried a faint scent of must and neglect.
There had been no furniture left behind only bare walls and the faint outlines where pictures or shelves might have once hung. The hardwood floor had creaked softly underfoot, the varnish dulled by time and covered in a fine film of dust that swirled with the slightest movement.
In one corner, a dry, brittle cobweb had stretched between the ceiling beams, shimmering faintly in the dim light. The silence had been thick, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through a loose windowpane, giving the room an eerie sense of abandonment.
After Mineta found a television and chair in another one of the abandoned homes, it had proved to be the perfect hideout to hide from the heroes. As expected, his hero career was over and buried after raping Momo. The entire country had been outraged, speaking disgrace and wondering how someone like him had ever gotten into U.A. When it was confirmed that his time there had been filled with perverted antics without any warnings of expulsion or other forms of punishment, the country was in even further uproar. Eraser Head was held accountable for his leniency and was fired from his job.
Villains had seized the opportunity to wreak havoc in the chaos, and heroes all over the country had been forced to put their search of him on hold to try and put out the fire that was spreading all over Japan.
He chuckled. It was perfectly understandable that the heroes had stopped chasing him temporarily. There were other, more urgent crimes they needed to stop. He wondered though. Would his former classmates truly be able to stop chasing him when ordered, or would their camaraderie mean he would soon get his chance to get hold of another girl he'd been lusting for?
Would she take the bait?
As if on que, his ears registered the faintest hint of floorboards cracking a few rooms away. He grinned. It was time for his fun to start.
Mina Ashido moved silently through the abandoned home, her normally vibrant and carefree demeanor replaced by a cold, focused determination. Her breaths were controlled, shallow, as she slipped through the doorway, her pink skin barely visible in the dim light filtering through the grimy windows. Every step was measured, the soft creak of the floorboards barely noticeable as her lithe form weaved around debris and shadows.
Her body was tense, fueled by a deep, simmering anger. How dare that imp! After giving him her trust despite everything he pulled, his betrayal had cut deep, something that had transformed her usual cheerfulness into pure resolve. The air in the room was thick with dust, but she pushed through it, ignoring the discomfort in her lungs. Her usually playful golden eyes were sharp, scanning every corner for signs of movement.
Mina would never forget that state Momo was in after Mineta's wicked crimes. The many tears the poor girl had shed ever since. She'd never forget Mister Aizawa's apology to the class before he was forced to leave their school forever.
It had all started with a cryptic, anonymous tip that had surged her and her classmates on. She refused to accept the order to wait out the panic Mineta's actions had brought; the resurgence of villain activity that had come along with his actions. Many of her classmates felt the same. They were searching for him nonstop. They wouldn't stop until they found him.
The quiet of the abandoned home felt oppressive, but Mina didn't let it distract her. She could hear the wind rattling through loose windowpanes, but beneath that, she listened intently for any subtle sound. As she slipped further into the house, her muscles coiled with tension. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, and every fiber of her being was ready for a fight. She could feel her acid bubbling just beneath the surface, a physical manifestation of the rage she was holding back, ready to unleash the moment she found her target.
She'd make that disgusting imp pay.
Mina took another cautious step into the dark room when, suddenly, she felt something sticky underfoot. Her eyes widened in alarm as she looked down, only to see Minoru Mineta's signature purple spheres, their adhesive quirk clinging to her boots and pinning her in place.
"No," she muttered, but before she could react, more of the sticky balls rained down from the ceiling, snaring her arms and legs, trapping her where she stood. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to break free. She grunted in pain when she suddenly felt a sharp impact from behind. Something had slammed into her with surprising force, knocking her off balance.
The foreign weight drove her to her knees. Her breath hitched as her knees hit the dusty floor, pain shooting up her legs, and her arms flailed for balance, only to be caught in the adhesive trap. The sticky balls now clung to her arms and legs, making it nearly impossible to move. She gritted her teeth, frustration bubbling up as she tried to push her assailant off, her anger blazing at the humiliating situation.
Mineta's sinister laughter filled her ears, his face close to hers as he whispered, "You're not so tough now, are you, Mina? You fell right into my trap."
Her anger flared even hotter, and she gritted her teeth, tugging hard against the restraints. She wouldn't let him win, not after everything he had done. But despite her efforts, the more she struggled, the more she felt her energy sapping away.
Mineta, the former hero turned villain, got off of her and stepped in front of her struggling frame with a smug grin on his face. "Gotcha, Mina," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "You didn't really think I wasn't expecting you?"
"Dammit," she muttered under her breath, her pulse racing with fear now mixing with her fury.
Mina's heart raced as she found herself helplessly stuck to the floor; her body contorted into a humiliating position. Her knees and arms were stuck to the floor, forcing her down on all fours. Her head had barely avoided a similar fate. She struggled against the sticky substance binding her limbs, but it was no use - Mineta's quirk had rendered her immobile.
Mineta's arms were casually crossed behind his back, his posture relaxed, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a game to him. His eyes gleamed with amusement, a smug grin plastered across his face as he soaked in the sight of Mina trapped and powerless before him. He circled around her, as if to ensure her body was trapped.
Finally, he released a chuckle. "I think I did even better this time compared to that time with Momo."
At the mention of her classmate, Mina felt her blood boil. She bit her lip, her frustration brewing. "Don't you dare mention her name!"
Mineta's footsteps echoed ominously as he slowly circled around Mina's prone form. She could feel his gaze raking over her, that disgusting leer he always had at the academy, lingering on the curves of her ass presented obscenely in the air. A shiver ran down her spine as he drew closer, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow. Suddenly, she felt his hand come to rest possessively on her left ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh appreciatively. Mina tensed, a whimper escaping her lips as she realized just how vulnerable and helpless she truly was.
"Hmmmm," Mineta hummed appreciatively. "It feels even better than I imagined. Not even Momo has an ass like yours you know. I always wanted to grope it."
Mineta's words sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over Mina. She gritted her teeth, her cheeks burning with shame as he openly compared her to their classmate. His hand continued to knead and grope her ass, exploring every inch of the firm flesh as if it belonged to him. Panic surged through her veins as she felt the small boy's hands begin to roam over her. His grubby fingers squeezed and groped her curves, lingering on her plump buttocks before sliding further up.
"H- hey! Get your hands off of me!"
He trailed his fingers up her sides, tracing the outline of her ribcage through the thin fabric of her hero suit. Her head dipped in disgust, her eyes squeezing shut as if to deny her reality.
Finally, his puny hands cupped her pendulous breasts. Mina whimpered in protest, but the sound was muffled by the floor. Mineta chuckled darkly. "Momo wins this match of course. I don't think you'll find that surprising though." His hands came to rest on the cups of her costume, just above her heaving chest. "Don't your worry though." With a wicked grin, he hooked his fingers under the material and yanked it down roughly, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air. "I've always wanted to see yours too!"
"N- no!" Panic surged through Mina's veins as her outfit was brutally yanked down, leaving her breasts completely exposed. She thrashed wildly, her body convulsing as she fought desperately to break free from Mineta's quirk. "L- let me go!" The sticky spheres held fast, keeping her arms and legs pinned in place no matter how hard she struggled. Tears of frustration and fear streamed down her face as she realized the futility of her efforts, and just how dangerous a situation she now found herself in. Her naked breasts bounced and jiggled with each frantic movement, putting on a lewd display for Mineta's enjoyment. The cool air caressed her sensitive nipples, causing them to stiffen and stand at attention despite her distress.
Mineta paid her body's strenuous efforts to escape no heed. His small hands found and eagerly explored Mina's now-exposed bosom, reveling in the soft, yielding flesh that overflowed his grasp. Hanging like this, her tits felt firm yet supple, the weight of them shifting enticingly as he squeezed and kneaded. "Oh Mina~!" Her smooth skin was warm to the touch, and he could feel her nipples hardening to stiff peaks beneath his palms as he continued his brazen fondling. "You feel so good." Mina's breasts were incredibly heavy in his small hands, The softness of her flesh was astounding, like warm, silky pillows that molded perfectly to his grasping fingers. Each handful was more than he could comfortably hold, her tits threatening to spill out of his grip with every movement. As he massaged and manipulated her sensitive globes, he delighted in how they jiggled and bounced with each firm squeeze.
"L- let go!" A wave of nausea washed over Mina as Mineta's greedy hands continued to maul her breasts. The sensation of his small, clammy palms groping and squeezing her sensitive flesh made her stomach churn with revulsion. Bile rose in her throat as he pinched and twisted her nipples, sending sharp jolts of unwanted pleasure mixed with disgust coursing through her body. Mina cried out in pain as he pulled at them, stretching her breasts downward until he met resistance. She tried to squirm away from his touch, but her restraints held fast, leaving her helpless to endure his lewd exploration. Tears of frustration and humiliation pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt her traitorous body responding to his ministrations, her skin flushing and her breath coming in short gasps.
She allowed herself a glimmer of hope when he finally released her breasts and distanced himself from her. He came back to position himself in front of her. He reached for her cheek and wiped a tear away from her pink face. "You have such beautiful skin," he mentioned. "And I always wondered about your nipples. Should've known they'd be a darker shade of pink. It was either that or purple."
But all hope was soon shattered. Mina's breath caught in her throat as she watched the doe-eyed imp begin to fumble with his pants, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in the otherwise silent room. Fear gripped her heart as she realized what was about to happen. His pants came down in a thud, releasing his prick from its confinement. Mina was too terrified to look away, his penis jutting out from his body at a slight upward angle. At four inches in length, it looked large on someone as small as him. The shaft was thicker than expected on someone like him, and the head was a deep reddish-purple, glistening with precum. Despite its unimpressive size, there was something undeniably menacing about the way it bobbed eagerly, as if straining towards Mina's helpless form.
Minoru Mineta was small and thin, a childlike appearance that no one would find threatening. The contrast between Mineta innocuous, unthreatening appearance and the vile intentions behind those beady eyes sent a fresh wave of dread washing over her. Her eyes came away from his manhood, unable to watch it for another second.
With a rough jerk, Mineta grabbed one of her horns, yanking her head up forcefully. She cried out in pain as he wrenched her neck at an uncomfortable angle, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he commanded. What she saw in those eyes chilled her to the core - a twisted, manic lust. It was filled with a primal hunger to dominate and degrade. His lips curled into a sneer. "I've fantasized about having you at my mercy for so long."
Mina's breath caught in her throat as Mineta began to stroke himself, his small hand wrapping around his cock. He pumped it vigorously, his movements jerky and desperate, as if he couldn't wait another second to defile her. "Ever since I first saw you, I've wanted you. I imagined grabbing you by the horns so many times; came while thinking about your thick thighs and big ass, imagined touching your great tits and cumming all over your pretty pink face."
She tried to turn away, unable to handle how uncouth he was, but his grip on her horn tightened painfully, keeping her head locked in place. "N- no!" she screamed, as if awakening from a daze. She tried to shake her head in panic, but he held her in place. "L – let go. Get that thing out of my fa-!"
Before she could utter another word of protest, he shoved his throbbing cock past her lips, silencing her screams with his flesh. He groaned loudly as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him; the sensation even better than he had imagined in his wildest fantasies. He held her head still by the horns as he began to roughly fuck her face, his hips pistoning forward as he chased his own pleasure.
Mina's mind raced in a panicked haze as Mineta's cock relentlessly plunged in and out of her abused throat. This was nothing like she had ever experienced before - the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled, the burning ache in her jaw, the desperate need for air that was constantly denied. She'd never even seen a cock before this. Why was it so hard to breathe? Her bound hands flailed weakly, trying futilely to rise and push against his legs, to find some way to lessen the depth of his thrusts. But it was no use. She was utterly helpless, forced to endure his brutal assault.
"Oh wow!" Mineta cheered, experiencing a woman's mouth for the first time. It was different compared to when he put it in Momo's pussy. There wasn't any squeezing of muscles, but the warmth enveloping his sensitive cock felt nice, and he loved the way her throat clenched each time he reached deep. Mineta's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he savored the new sensations of Mina's warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock. "It feels so good!"
The sounds of her gagging and choking only spurred him on further, driving him into a frenzy. Tears streamed down Mina's face as she struggled to breathe around the invading member, but Mineta showed no mercy. Mineta's eyes flashed with cruel amusement as he watched Mina struggle uselessly against his hold. Her pathetic attempts to escape only served to fuel his twisted desires. He reveled in her distress, savoring every muffled whimper and strangled gasp. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that continued to fall unchecked. Mineta's balls slapped against her chin with each brutal thrust, the lewd sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, the pressure in his groin intensifying with every passing second.
His hips began bucking involuntarily as he chased the intense pleasure. Mineta let out a guttural roar as his climax finally crashed over him. He shoved his cock as deep as possible into Mina's throat, feeling the tight muscles constrict around him as he began to pump his seed directly into her stomach. "Take it, Mina! Take all of my cum!" Pulse after pulse of hot, sticky cum flooded her mouth, overflowing and leaking out around his shaft to dribble down her chin. He held himself there, buried to the hilt as he expulsed his lust.
Mina's eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt Mineta's cock throb and pulse deep in her throat. The sensation of his hot cum flooding her mouth was overwhelming, filling every crevice and threatening to choke her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but endure as he held himself buried to the hilt, forcing her to accept every last drop of his release. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged and sputtered, her body convulsing with the desperate need for air. But still he held fast, prolonging her suffering until finally, mercifully, he pulled back.
Mina doubled over, coughing violently as she gasped for precious air. Ropes of saliva mixed with his cum dripped from her lips onto the floor as she struggled to regain her composure. Her lungs burned and her throat ached, raw from the brutal facefucking she had just endured. She blinked away the tears blurring her vision, trying to focus on catching her breath. Above her, Mineta loomed, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips as he watched her suffer in the aftermath of his lust. "Y- you... How dare..."
He circled around her until she couldn't see him anymore. Panic set in as she lost sight of him. "What are you doing now?"
Mineta found what he was looking for and scraped it along the floor. It was a stepstool. As embarrassing as it was, Mineta would be hard-pressed to execute the rest of his plan without it. He placed it just behind the trapped girl, and pressed his weight upon it. The stool wobbled slightly under his weight, but it held steady as Mineta reached for Mina's wide hips.
Her breath hitched sharply when she felt his hands grasping at the waistband of her pants, roughly tugging them down over her ample hips. "No!" Mina thrashed wildly, desperate to stop him, but her struggles only seemed to fuel Mineta's determination. He grunted with effort as he fought to slide her tight pants down over her generous ass and thick, meaty thighs. Mina kicked and squirmed, trying to make it as difficult as possible for him, but Mineta persisted, slowly exposing more and more of her.
Despite Mina's best efforts to resist, Mineta managed to wrestle her pants down past her knees, revealing her pink thighs inch by inch. Mina's face burned with humiliation and anger as she felt the cool air kiss her newly exposed skin. As if the sudden chill renewed her efforts, Mina felt newfound refusal surging through her. "No! Let go! Let go!" Her whole body shook uncontrollably. It was as if Mina Ashido had turned into a buckling bull!
"H- hey! Slow down!" Against her persistent protest, Mineta's balance finally faltered. The stepstool beneath him wobbled uncontrollably before tipping over. With a startled yelp, Mineta fell backward, the stool clattering down beside him. In a desperate grab, he clutched at Mina's revealed panties and yanked it down with him, leaving her lower half bare and vulnerable.
Mina froze, her breath coming in short gasps as she lay there, utterly defeated.
Mineta took a moment to admire his handiwork, his eyes widening as they roamed over Mina's curvaceous form. A low whistle escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of her ample, heart-shaped ass, as round and supple as he'd dreamed it to be. His eyes trailed just a tiny bit lower.
He caught a glimpse of her most intimate place, now fully exposed to his hungry stare. Mina's pussy lips were slightly swollen and glistening, a testament to the unwanted arousal that had begun to stir within her when he played with her tits. The delicate folds had engorged ever so slightly, betraying her body's traitorous response despite her mind's protests. Mineta licked his lips, his cock throbbing painfully at the sight of her ripe, ready sex.
For the first time, Mina found she couldn't speak, paralyzed by fear. The coolness of the room had become icy. Her voice had vanished. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded furiously. Her legs felt like lead, and she found she couldn't find the will to struggle when she heard Mineta put his stepstool back in place. He couldn't resist the urge any longer and buried his face between those perfect globes, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with lust. His tongue darted out, lapping at her puckered hole greedily. Mina let out a surprised yelp, squirming beneath his grasp, but Mineta held firm, determined to taste every inch of her.
Mina gasped as she felt the warm, wet sensation of his tongue circling her sensitive rim, probing and exploring with reckless abandon. Her body convulsed involuntarily as Mineta's tongue continued its relentless assault on her most intimate area. This... this was disgusting. "Stop this!" Despite her revulsion and desperation to escape, her traitorous muscles clenched and released, responding to the foreign stimulation.
Mineta's grip on her ass tightened, his fingers leaving angry red marks on her pink skin as he held her open, granting him unfettered access to her vulnerable hole. His tongue worked tirelessly, probing and prodding, coating her rim with his saliva. His focus remained solely on Mina's delectable ass, his tongue working tirelessly to explore every crevice. He swirled the tip around her tight little rosebud, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and buck her hips. The more she squirmed, the harder he gripped her cheeks, keeping her firmly in place as he feasted on her most private area.
Mina's breath came in short, sharp pants, her body trembling with a mix of shock and a horrible pang of pleasure. Mineta could feel her muscles relaxing, allowing him deeper access as he probed and prodded with his eager tongue. The taste of her, the way she responded to his touch - it was intoxicating. He redoubled his efforts, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks of his tongue. Mina's whimpers turned to restrained moans, her body quivering with each new sensation. Mineta could feel her growing wetter, her arousal coating his chin as he worked. He pulled back slightly, admiring the sight of her glistening asshole, now a tad more relaxed and ready for more.
Mineta's breaths came in short, uneven bursts. More – he wanted more! His heart was beating franticly, his nostrils flaring. His cock was pulsing, throbbing in dire need for some release. Yes, it was time. Time for another fantasy to finally come alive. He positioned himself behind Mina, his four-inch cock throbbing with anticipation. He grasped her hips, pulling her back towards him. With a firm grip on her supple cheeks, he spread them wide, creating a valley for his throbbing cock. Mineta nestled the underside of his cock between Mina's plump buttocks, groaning at the feeling of her soft flesh enveloping his rigid length.
"Hnnn?!" Mina's body shuddered involuntarily as she felt the hot, hard length of him slide between her buttocks, the sensitive skin of his shaft rubbing against her slick crevice. Panic filled her body. Was that his... his thing rubbing against her ass?! "D- don't!"
He began to thrust slowly, sliding his member up and down along her crack. The friction was exquisite, made even better by the sight of Mina helplessly bound before him. He thrust his hips up and down, using her ass cheeks to stroke himself.
Mina squirmed in her bindings, whimpering softly as Mineta's cock sawed between her ass cheeks. Each movement caused his cockhead to brush against her glistening, saliva-coated rim, sending shivers down Mina's spine despite her internal protests. She could feel the heat of his erection branding her skin, the slick precum leaking from his tip smearing across her sensitive flesh.
As Mineta's cock slid through the valley of her ass, Mina felt the underside of his shaft press firmly against her tight, puckered hole. The sensation was overwhelming - the heat of his skin, the silky smoothness of his cockhead, the insistent pressure on her most intimate place. Each thrust brought a fresh wave of sensation, her sphincter quivering at the foreign contact. Mina gasped, her body tensing as Mineta's glans caught on her rim, nearly breaching her before sliding away again.
Mineta's breathing grew ragged as he upped his pace. It didn't feel much different from the time he fucked Momo's tits – the only real difference was the firmness of Mina's ass compared to Momo's soft momos. With each thrust, her flesh enveloped him, molding around his length. He could feel the heat radiating from her abused hole, still wet from his earlier attentions.
Mina's face burned with humiliation. Each pass of his length sent shivers down her spine, her body responding traitorously despite her predicament. Her pussy throbbed in time with the movements of his cock, growing slicker by the second. Her rump pushed up against his thrusts, wanting to experience more of the foreign pleasure of the hard rod grinding against her asshole. No! No, no, no! Mina bit her lip, trying to hold back the shameful moans threatening to escape her throat. But as Mineta's pace increased, his panting breaths loud in the room, she was horrified to let out a needy whine.
It was too late now. Mineta had found Mina's body betraying her just as Momo's had. He pulled up and away from Mina's buttocks. "I can't wait any longer. I need to put it in your ass, Mina!"
Mina's eyes widened in shock and fear at Mineta's declaration. At this, she found herself back in control of her actions. "N-no, please don't!" she cried out, struggling against her bonds. Desperately, she tried to twist her body in such a way she'd be able to look him in the eye. "I- I've never...!" As he lined up his member with her glistening, prepped hole. Mina tensed, knowing what was coming.
"Ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha!" Slowly, he began to press forward, the head of his cock pushing against her tight ring of muscle. Mina's ass. He was about to go balls deep inside Mina's ass!
Mina let out a low whimper, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Her fingers whitened into fists and her toes coiled as hard as they could. He felt much bigger than he looked before!
Mineta gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust in all at once, instead taking his time to ease into her inch by inch. His cock gradually disappeared into Mina's snug ass, the sight of her stretched hole swallowing him up nearly sending him over the edge.
Once fully seated, he paused. Looking down at where they were joined sent a fresh surge of lust through his veins. Seeing his glistening shaft disappearing into her tiny pink hole was obscene... and unbelievably hot. Experimentally, he pulled back until just the tip remained inside, then snapped his hips forward again.
Mina cried out, her inner muscles fluttering wildly. Her dangled tits wobbled slightly from the impact.
Emboldened, Mineta repeated the motion, pulling back and slamming home again and again. With each powerful thrust, Mina's generous ass rippled and shook, the sight mesmerizing. He couldn't tear his eyes away as he pounded into her, watching her flesh quiver and jiggle. It was lewd and primal, driving him into a frenzy. "Oh Mina!" Mineta's fingers dug into the softness of her hips as he fucked her harder, faster, chasing his release. "I can't believe how good this feels, Mina! I can't believe how great it is to fuck your ass!"
She wanted to hell him to shut up. Wanted to demand him to remove his cock from her narrow depths. But she couldn't. The initial burn of his entry had given way to a deep, aching fullness that bordered on pain. Mina's breathing was ragged, her knuckles white from trying to fight the tension that enveloped her. Her body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. The hard, slapping sound of hips and cock ramming against supple ass filled the room.
Mineta picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each forward motion. The friction was intense. He grunted with effort as he worked his cock deeper into Mina's tight ass. The snug heat enveloping his length was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Her velvety walls pulsed around him, threatening to milk him dry far too soon. His testicles were yearning to release deep inside of her. "Oh God. So good!"
As Mineta's thrusts grew more forceful, Mina couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down her face. Each movement sent shockwaves through her body, the foreign sensation of being filled in such a taboo way overwhelming her senses. Her sobs mixed with gasping moans, creating a symphony of pleasure and discomfort.
She buried her face in her trapped arms, muffling her cries as Mineta relentlessly drove into her. Tears blurred her vision, her makeup running in dark streaks down her cheeks. And yet, beneath the discomfort, there was a spark of something else - a twisted sort of pleasure that made her pulse race and her pussy throb. Each brutal thrust sent electricity zinging through her nerves, lighting up parts of her she hadn't known existed. Why? Why did it start to feel so good each time his balls slapped against her labia?
Oh how desperately Mineta wished he was big enough to grab her by the horns, forcing her head up to endure his thrusts, her greats tits jiggling in line with his thrusts! He could feel her body responding, her initial resistance melting away as he pounded mercilessly between her cheeks. Each thrust brought a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through him, the sight of her pink ass bouncing against his groin driving him wild. It was enough to drive him over the edge. "Mina"! He tightened his hold on her wide hips. The rhythm of his thrusts had started to falter, his muscles in spasm. This was it. "I'm cumming!"
"Noooo!" Mina cried out, though if it was in response to his declaration of climax or the shameful, horrible arrival of her own, she could not say. There was a loud smack of her buttocks as he delved in deep one last time, his testicles grinding against her labia as they unloaded inside her bowels. The first spurt of white into her bowels was accompanied by a squirt further down her body. Her body betrayed her, convulsing as an unwanted orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around nothingness, her pussy gushing with shameful arousal.
As Mina's body began to trash, her muscles quivering, Mineta kept himself in place. Under no circumstances would he part with this delightful butt as the muscles of her bowels undulated even tightener around him, clenching from the pink girl's own orgasm. He pulsed deep withing her ass, flooding her bowels with his lust. His cock thumped as it unleashed a torrent of hot cum. The sensation of filling her bowels with his seed was overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire being. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm. Each spurt seemed to draw out another moan from deep within his chest, his eyes rolling back.
Mineta's climax subsided first. What was once a powerful burst of jizz was now a weak spray, his hips grinding against her ass in search of that peak of pleasure once more but lacking the energy to do so. His prick began to dwindle and the muscles in Mina's bowels had stopped spasming to signify her orgasm had ended too. Mouthing something resembling a "Wow", he pulled out of the pink-skinned girl. He snickered as a stream of jizz was immediately expulsed from her agape asshole.
"Incredible Mina," he spoke as he gathered his clothes. "You sure know how to give a man a good time. Then again, you don't have to do much with an ass like that. Don't worry too much about cumming all right? Momo couldn't refuse cumming over my dick either."
Mina just lay there. Unable to process what had happened to her. A mixture of her climax and many, many emotions clouded her mind. Finally unplugged, she felt his seed dribble down her ass and thighs. Some streams oozed down over her labia. Her mind was swimming, thoughts muddled and slow, as though a thick fog had settled over her consciousness. In the distance, faint but unmistakable, she heard something. Voices. Familiar voices.
"Mina! Where are you?"
Uraraka... And Jiro too... But her body was tired. Her eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, began to drop.
Mineta's heart raced as he leaped from the rooftop, desperately trying to put distance between himself and the chaotic scene unfolding behind him. Even if they caught him tonight, he still wouldn't regret what had transpired. First Momo, and now Mina too. His vile laugh echoed through the night. The knowledge that he had brought her to climax only heightened his joy. He jumped down a building, hoping to lose his potential pursuers in an alley.
The cityscape blurred past him, and he braced for the impact of the landing, hoping to escape the clutches of whoever was pursuing him.
Suddenly, the air around him twisted and shifted. Just as he was about to touch down, a swirling vortex of dark mist materialized beneath him. The warp gate was as unexpected as it was disorienting. Mineta's eyes widened in sheer terror as he realized he was falling straight through the mist, unable to alter his trajectory.
Before he could react, he tumbled into the unknown, the disorienting sensation of being pulled through space sending a jolt of panic through his body. The darkness of the warp enveloped him, and then, with a sudden, disorienting shift, he landed on the cold, hard floor of an unfamiliar environment.
Mineta's landing was rough, sending him sprawling onto the polished floor of what appeared to be a dimly lit bar. The low hum of conversation and clinking of glasses filled the air, a stark contrast to the chaos he had just escaped. Groggy and disoriented, he pushed himself up, only to be met with the curious and slightly amused gazes of the League of Villains.
Minoru Mineta had never been there before, and yet he immediately presumed this place to be the League's hideout. The decor was a mix of dark, industrial elements and worn-out furniture, giving it a grim yet oddly cozy feel. A cute blonde girl eyed him with a wide, mischievous grin, and a solemn man covered in burns observed Mineta's sudden and unceremonious arrival with a mix of surprise and interest.
Mineta's eyes darted around, panic still evident in his expression. His usual bravado was nowhere to be seen as he realized the gravity of his situation. He had inadvertently stumbled into the heart of the League of Villains' domain, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
Before he could fully process his predicament, a somewhat commanding voice cut through the murmur of the room. Shigaraki Tomura, the leader of the League, stepped into view, his eyes narrowed but not unkind. He regarded Mineta with an almost curious look, his fingers twitching slightly.
"Welcome to our hideout, villain. Make yourself at home. I'm sure we'll find something interesting for you to do