Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 24

The I-Expo. The pre-eminent convention showing off the latest and greatest innovations in technology developed on I-Island. An extra-national territory, a man-made island built specifically for the purpose of creating a place where scientific achievement isn’t hampered by government bureaucracy. It is this island where the greatest advances in support equipment are made. A haven for some of the most brilliant inventors in the world.

Not really something in Saiki’s interest. But, he had an invitation with a plus one for winning the UA sports festival. And Momo is going since her family are on the board, bringing Kyoka and Ochako with her. Plus... Well why not, right? Some support equipment wouldn’t be a terrible idea even if he prefers the feeling of managing on his own. Something to supplement his abilities. Maybe by going he’d find something that would catch his interest. Really, he was only going for the sake of his future hero career. Definitely not because his girlfriend and their maybe/maybe not other girlfriend were going and he could maybe convince them to share a hotel room. And definitely not so he could take Katsumi as his plus one and rub it in her face.

And he definitely isn’t taking a little extra glee in from Momo’s decision to be an amazing girlfriend and bump him up to first class with her, leaving Katsumi to sulk in coach. Of course he wouldn’t do that. He’s a hero. That kind of smug satisfaction is beneath him. He’s perfectly happy sitting in his comfortable chair with a glass of orange juice (with ice), offering a smile to his wealthy, beautiful, buxom, genius girlfriend as she relaxes into the neck massage her pillow is giving her. Yes. Being smug was for lesser people.

“Wow!” Ochako breathed as she looked out the window from her window seat across the aisle from them. “Is that it? It’s beautiful!”

Kyoka looks over her shoulder and hums in agreement. “You wouldn’t think scientist types would care that much for how a place looks. Guess the people running it have good taste.”

“You shouldn’t stereotype,” Saiki comments without much recrimination in his tone. Partially from being so relaxed, partially for not caring that much if she stereotypes people. “Most people want to work in someplace comfortable and the ones that don’t care, don’t care. Besides, with the expo being hosted there they want it to look good for the guests, right?” He takes an exaggerated sip of his cool drink. “Gotta work hard to impress us guests.”

Kyoka would seem unimpressed if it weren’t for her smirk. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I’m the champ,” he counters, grinning smugly at her. “I think I’m enjoying this exactly the right amount.”

She rolls her eyes, but also relaxes into her very comfortable chair as well as the plane comes in for a landing.

It’s a quick trip through the airport as the group meet up again before heading straight for their hotel to check in. The second they all have keys in hand, Ochako quietly swaps hers with Saiki before they head up to their rooms.

Was this another bit of petty revenge on Saiki’s part, putting the bitchy and aggressive girl with Ochako of the never-ending sunny disposition? ... No, actually. There’s just no chance in hell that he’s going to give up the chance to share a private room with Momo and Kyoka. He fully intends to make some magic happen on this trip.

The hotel room is a little outside of his plans, however. Namely, not a single room. Instead it’s one room with a double bed and an attached room with a single bed. Presumably, the Yaoyorozu invitations expected a couple and an extra, either Momo and her parents or her parents and an attendant of some kind.

“Huh,” Kyoka grunts, “Not exactly ideal but I guess it works out.” She shoos Saiki toward the connecting door. “Go on, Saiki. We’re gonna get ready for bed.”

It’s his turn to level a flat look at her. “Yeah, no. I think I’m exactly where I need to be.”

“Saiki,” the not-so-punk punkette retorts, “Two girls, one guy. It’s obvious you should get the single room.”

“Well,” Momo interjects, unpacking her things since there’s no doubt where she’ll be staying, a lacy red bra hanging from her finger, “Saiki and I are together so a,” she blushes, puts a hand to her cheek and looks away, “A double bed would be...”

“Exactly!” Saiki grins. “We have a double bed here. Plenty of space for all three of us!”

“What?!” Kyoka’s eyes widen.

As do Momo’s. “Oh my!” Though her interested smile suggests she feels rather differently about the suggestion than Kyoka does.

The more petite girl looks first at the triumphant Saiki, then at the clearly interested Momo. Her face turns an atomic red. “F... FIne! I’ll take the single room!” Before anyone can try to convince her otherwise she grabs her bag and drags it through, closing and locking the door behind her. Both Saiki and Momo can hear the thump of her back hitting the door and her intense breathing.

Momo sighs in disappointment. “Your idea sounded fun.”

“Don’t worry,” Saiki assures her as he pulls her into a hug, nipping at her bottom lip. “Kyoka wants it just as bad as you do. Just a matter of bullying her into it. Now,” he picks at the fasten on her skirt, “How about we let her know what she’s missing?”

“Oh, Saiki!” She breathes as she feels her skirt drop to her feet, her blouse hanging free over her thighs, doing a poor job of hiding her silk white panties. Her own fingers fidget for a moment before they go for his pants, unbuttoning them and then pulling away as they drop. She feels the heat of his skin against hers as he pulls her toward him, but also the uncomfortable cold as her blouse rides up. “Saiki, your...”

He follows her eyes down to his metal jock. Grins. “You want me to get rid of it? Aren’t you forward.”

“W-Well if we’re going to be sleeping together... I prefer to sleep au naturale. In the nude,” she clarifies at his uncomprehending look.

“In that case,” he flicks the buttons of her blouse open in a matter of instants before, “Whatever would make you more comfortable.” He unlatches the sturdy garment, lets it drop with a thud to allow his package to rise unrestrained, to press against Momo’s belly.

“Oh,” if the heat was pleasant before, this is almost enough to wipe thought from her head. Her arms slide out of her sleeves, her bra is unfastened and falls, his shirt is pulled over his head before she presses herself fully against him. Wanting more of him. More of that intoxicating contact heat.

Saiki revels in the feeling of her against him as his hands roam. Her softness, her incredible curves, the eagerness of her seeking more from him. He steps back, pulling her onto the bed with him. “Momo,” he whispers to her between kisses, “tell me what you want.”

“I want,” she says, her breath hot against his skin, “I want you.” She feels his cock throb against her body at the admission, feels his agreement and reciprocation. “But, I also want Kyoka. I want her to be here. With us.” She looks away, ashamed. “I’m so greedy.”

“You think I’m ever going to judge you for that?” he laughs. “Me?” He reaches out to stroke her cheek. “You want her? We’ll get her. You can lose your virginities together, how does that sound?”

“I... Yes,” she admits, “That sounds wonderful!”

“It’ll be just like I said way back when, my dark mistress,” he tells her, recalling a moment from so long ago, more or less when they first met. “I’ll bring her to you to be our plaything. Would you like that?”

“Ohhh, yes!” she hisses, rising, her back arching, feeling his cock slide between her thighs, “That sounds wonderful my lord. Oh!” she squeals as she feels his hips thrust, sliding his cock against her labia. “Oh Saiki!”

“You can tease her right to the edge,” he continues to spin the fantasy, “Watch her beg for release, flushed and desperate, soaked from sweat. And then we’ll push her over together, make her ours forever.”

“Yes! Oh Saiki!”

Through the door, Kyoka could do nothing but listen as Momo and Saiki unashamedly pleasured each other in the other room. All the while laying out their plans for what they want to do to her. Her hand and her jacks have long since began delving inside her soaked pussy. As she masturbates to her friends, she can’t help feeling like the plans they’re making sound pretty good.

“I am in so much trouble.” Though even as she says it, her hips buck as the fantasies continue to run through her mind.

-(-)-

The next day, the group of four wander the expo together. Only four because Katsumi leaves the hotel before Ochako is even ready to meet up with the others. As they wander in their hero costumes, they’re surprised to see a few familiar faces. Iida as the latest in the long line of heroes from his family has taken advantage of the invitation his family had been extended. Todoroki likewise attends in place of his father. Kaminari working a restaurant server job to get free entry to the expo. That last encounter genuinely surprised Saiki. Seeing the usually dense electricity quirk user working a service job of his own will causes him to treat the blond with a little more respect than he used to. It’s a surprising sign of diligence Saiki hadn’t expect from him in the slightest. Not that his nod of respect doesn’t confuse the hell out of Kaminari in the moment.

But seeing Kaminari was nowhere near as big a surprise as, “Izuku?”

The green-haired hero in training jerks in surprise, having been in conversation with the blonde girl next to her. “Saiki? Momo, Jiro and Ochako too?” she blinks in surprise.

“Are these friends of yours?” the unnamed blonde girl asks with a smile.

“Uhh, yeah!” Izuku confirms with just a slight bit of hesitation as she looks at Saiki. “They’re my classmates at UA. Why are you all here?”

“My family are shareholders for some of the companies with exhibits here,” Momo answers. “So we were extended invitations I took advantage of. Kyoka and Uraraka are my guests.”

“Oh, and because Saiki won the sports festival...”

“Right,” Saiki nods in confirmation. “But man, I thought you turned down being my plus one because you were still mad at me. You should’ve said you already had an invite.” Only as the words are out of his mouth does he realise where that invite must have come from, leading him to quickly change the subject. “I brought Katsumi instead. She’s... Around. Somewhere.”

The sound and flash of a large explosion on a faux mountainside grabs the attention of the group.

“Probably over there if I had to guess,” Kyoka observes flatly.

“Hm, I think over there is the villain assault course,” the blonde tells them. “Would anyone like to check it out?”

“Sounds good to me,” Saiki shrugs. “So Izuku, you gonna introduce us?”

He can see the uncertainty of whether she should written on her face. “Sorry. This is Melissa Shield. She’s been showing me around since she lives on the island.”

“Oh yeah?” Saiki responds with interest. “Nice to meet you, Melissa. So what’s it like living at the hub of scientific advancement?”

“Is he doing it again?” Kyoka murmurs behind them.

“I don’t think so,” Momo answers equally quietly. “I think he’s just being polite.”

“It’s nice,” the blonde gives a vague answer. “I’d probably get to live here anyway since my dad works here, but it’s still an opportunity I can’t just let pass me by. There’s unlimited opportunities to learn here so if I want to follow in my dad’s footsteps I have to study hard.”

“Your dad?” Ochako pipes up. “Wait... Shield... Your dad is David Shield?!”

“Yes,” the girl smiles. “Is that surprising?”

“Not as surprising as Izuku not losing her mind asking you questions since she’s such a huge fan of All MIght and all!” the gravity girl exclaims as her arms flail wildly.

The blonde just looks confused. “Why would that matter? After all, All Might–”

“Is our teacher!” Izuku quickly cuts in, “So I don’t need to fangirl over everything All Might anymore, right?!”

“You totally do though,” Kyoka notes with a smirk.

“Come on, cut the fangirl some slack, huh?” Saiki pleads on Izuku’s behalf. “Let Melissa see it happen first hand.” He glances Izuku’s way and winks, allowing both Izuku and Melissa to see it. A hurried and quiet conversation occurs between the two girls as Izuku tries to convey the need for secrecy regarding All Might.

Finally, the group arrive at the villain assault course, only to see Katsumi standing proud in the stands.

“And another contestant fails to match Katsumi Bakugo’s time of fifteen seconds! Is anyone able to outdo this explosive UA student?!”

“Oh,” Saiki utters. “Oh.” Again, this time sounding like he has reached some kind of epiphany. “Oh, it is on now.”

“Not again,” Izuku groans. Now that she knows the context of what’s going on between her ex and her childhood friend she can’t ignore it.

“What’s up, Saiki, Deku, pink cheeks, tits, jacks and other girl!” the bomber grins at the assembled group, and especially at the boy grinning back at her. “Who wants to take a shot at beating my time?”

Saiki opens his mouth to volunteer–

“I will!” Izuku shouts with her hand raised.

“Yeah, I’ll do it! Sign me up!” she exclaims, jumping down to the starting line.

“We have another contestant... Izuku Midoriya from UA, Japan, determined to outdo her classmate!”

Determined to interrupt Saiki and Kacchan’s flirting more like but sure, Izuku thinks to herself. Beating Kacchan would be good too.

“Course is reset! Ready! Go!”

Once again displaying the speed and agility she had become capable of after her internship, Izuku blurs as she flashes from one target to the next, demolishing each one in a single hit.

“Wow! And in a stunning display of speed, Izuku Midoriya clears the course in a blistering sixteen seconds!”

“Darn, so close!” Ochako groans.

“My turn!” Saiki announces as he jumps down, unable to wait any longer.

“Ah... Okay! We... Have another challenger! Please give us a moment to reset the course!”

“Do your best, Saiki!” Katsumi ‘cheers’, her tone making it more of a warning.

“You better hope I don’t!” he shouts back.

“Okay! Course is reset! Now challenging is... Saiki Saisei from UA! Ready! Go!”

He had been watching from the stands as Izuku took the challenge herself. Saw where all of the targets were and came up with a plan. He isn’t as fast as Izuku, nor as capable of as much rapid destruction as Katsumi so he has to play this one smarter. He heads straight up the mountainside and grabs the top target. He doesn’t destroy it, instead he leaps into the air with it and then smashes it into pieces. What follows is a rain of precision destruction as he grabs the robot chunks and throws them like bullets at the other targets one by one in rapid succession. He lands with one still in his hand and throws it over his shoulder as he jumps back up to the stands.

“Alright! With ingenuity and skill Saiki Saisei matches Katsumi Bakugo’s time of fifteen seconds!”

Saiki’s smug grin falls. Katsumi frowns. Both look to the announcer. “Who was faster?” Saiki demands with disturbing intensity as he leans over the railing.

“Uhh...”

“Spit it out, lady!” Katsumi shouts.

The poor announcer rears back in fear. “Fuh-fifteen point two four for Saisei, fifteen point four seven for Bakugo?”

“DAMMIT!” Katsumi roars, dropping to her knees.

“Ahh,” Saiki sighs in satisfaction, patting the bomber girl on the shoulder. “Well, you did your best Katsumi.”

“Congratulations, Saiki!” Melissa cheers him.

“Thanks, and hey,” the blue-haired boy looks to the green-haired girl as she appears distinctly uncomfortable, “I couldn’t have done it without you, Izuku.”

“Yeah... I’m... Super happy for you...”

“And with a blistering time of only fourteen seconds, Shoto Todoroki takes the top spot!”

“NOBODY CARES, ICY-HOT!”

-(-)-

One last visit to the hotel to get changed and ready for the formal reception. The last event before the expo would open to the public. Both Saiki and Momo go through their final preparations in their underwear as they get ready. Hanging on the wardrobe are their outfits. A black suit with blue waistcoat provided by Momo’s tailor. A lovely pale green dress. And–

“You stole my dress?!”

“Stole is such an ugly word,” Momo deflects, holding Kyoka’s outfit for the reception over her arm. “After all, it’s right here, isn’t it? Ready for you to put on once you’re out of those clothes. Ohohohoho!” the shameless heiress laughs in an exaggerated manner.

Kyoka’s eye twitches as she glares not at Momo but at Saiki. “This is your fault.”

“Obviously,” he rolls his eyes. “But don’t just blame me.” He grins, looking her up and down. “She wants you to bare it all for us just as much as I do. What’s wrong, Kyoka? Afraid to be bad?”

Her fists clench as she blushes. “You can’t just, just say stuff like that and expect me to go along with whatever you want!”

“You’re right,” he agrees with her readily, moving toward her. She takes one step back, and one step only, letting him move around behind her. “I can’t and I won’t. Because Kyoka,” he lays his hands on her shoulders, “I know I don’t need to.” He leans over her, speaking softly in her ear. “Did you think I didn’t hear you last night? Listening in? Playing with yourself as you heard me fuck Momo’s luscious thighs? You want this Kyoka. You’re just scared to admit it. Don’t worry,” his fingers pulled at her jacket, sliding it over her shoulders, “I’m happy to give you what you need even if you won’t admit it.” Her jacket slides off, leaving her in her ripped tee and pants. Her nipples making tents in her shirt. “Just say yes. Just give in. That’s all it takes to get what you want.”

The punkette licks her lips, hearing Saiki’s sinister words, seeing Momo’s desire for her. For her. The same desire she had heard the night before. She swallows. “Okay.”

Momo doesn’t quite cheer even if her glee is obvious.

“Well then,” Saiki purrs, unfastening her pants, “Let’s get you undressed, so we can get you dressed.” Kyoka is unresisting as he continues to strip her down, removing her shirt to leave her bare chested. “When we come back to the hotel, you’re going to be staying in our room, do you understand?”

She nods shakily as Momo approaches her. “Y-yeah, I understand.”

“Oh Kyoka,” Momo coos, “We’re all going to have so much fun together! I can’t wait!”