3 - Preparations [LDA]

[ Ryukyu Hero Office, Niigata ]

[ 28 March 2198 ]

The last few days had been the best of Ryuko's life.

Coming home from a long day of work, just to be assaulted, mauled, mated, and bred by her brother, by Ryuji, and then waking up the next morning to her pussy filled to the brim with his cum, and with his cock poking at her womb... Ryuko couldn't think of anything better. She was also more than relieved that he wasn't serious about parading her around like a cocksleeve, but as much as the idea mortified her, just thinking about it made her pussy all hot and tingly.

Not that she'd ever admit it.

Then there were the other things, like... Ryuji's Quirk.

His working theory was that it was a 'predetermined' Quirk awakening, as in he would always awaken it close to when he became of age. In just a moment, he had become far stronger, and had been granted numerous dragon-esc abilities.

He could now 'bind' people to him, like he did to her. As long as Ryuji lived, Ryuko would be immortal and undying. She could also warp to Ryuji with just a thought, and they could even communicate telepathically.

Which was... wow. Just that ability alone could make for the world's greatest support hero, and it was just a single feature of Ryuji's Quirk.

Then there was the fact that, not only was he stronger, but he no longer needed to eat, sleep, or breathe... and he wouldn't even die of old age.

He was going to live forever.

They were BOTH going to live forever.

That meant all of Ryuji's future women would be immortal too... he hadn't said anything about starting a harem yet, but Ryuko knew her brother. He might've spent the last few days tending to her, but she knew that he was going to start collecting women soon.

Not that she minded. No, now that she knew how much stronger he was than everyone else, how much better he was than everyone else... Ryuko knew it was only a matter of time before women flocked towards him. It was only right that he take them in, fuck them, breed them. Ryuko smiled– she couldn't wait to meet her future sisters.

Then there was the fact that Ryuji could control... Lust? Like the dragons of myth, he had his own elements that he reigned over, those being Fire and Lust. That meant that her little brother was now a dragon of Lust...

Ryuko blushed. 'It suits him.'

Then there were the physical changes. Along with the constant bite marks adorning her neck, breasts, and thighs, as well as the twin tramp-stamp sigils that practically sizzled as they adorned her ass and her pussy, all of it indicating that she belonged to Ryuji and only Ryuji, Ryuko had also felt her physical features becoming more... draconic.

Her claws and fangs sharpening. Her eyes becoming more serpent-like. She had even noticed a scale or two here and there when she WASN'T using her Quirk, which while alarming, she had been able to immediately rescind them. She knew that this was a byproduct of getting fucked by Ryuji and basking in his cum, but that didn't make her any less self-conscious about it.

Ryuji, however, assured her that she'd never not be stunning.

He had been doing that a lot– complementing her, reassuring her. She knew why, it was those damn sigils, pointing out every single bit of self-doubt she had, letting Ryuji know whenever she wasn't feeling sure of herself.

Not that she minded.

It was a little embarrassing, since it meant that she literally couldn't hide anything from him, but it was still a nice feature to have.

They'd never not be on the same page.

Then there was the fact that she was getting stronger just by fucking her brother.

'As expected of a Lust dragon,' Ryuko thought, blushing once more.

If Ryuko had to guess, she'd say she was nearly as strong as Rumi now.

Then there was the bind itself, that not only bound her to her brother, but it even gave him full control of her mind and body, which, well... it made for a lot of fun in the bedroom.

Ryuko would never say it aloud, but her favorite things that they've tried so far were worship-play and orgasm-denial. The first being where he cranks up her devotion, all the way up to the point that she can think of nothing besides serving her master... just thinking about how easily he could 'break' her made her pussy hot. Then there was orgasm-denial, where he would push her until the brink of climaxing, and then hold her there for hours on end, slowly losing herself in the hellish pleasure that it provided...

'I don't think I'll ever be able to stop having sex.'

She almost berated herself for not initiating sooner, but no. She knew that'd she would've never made the first move, and couldn't be more thankful for Ryuji taking that first step. If she had tried to make a move on Ryuji, and he hadn't reciprocated... if she had somehow managed to ruin their relationship, the thing that mattered to her the most, she, she–

>It looks like I'm going to have to punish you, sis.<

Ryuko stilled at her brother's voice.

>Let's say... one week without cumming.<

Her eyes widened. She knew that he was serious about punishing her whenever she thought badly of herself, but that, that– he couldn't! One week without cumming, she could maybe do that, but with it practically implied that he was going to fuck her the entire week... Ryuko would break. She would really break.

"N-No, that'll break me..." she muttered aloud, her breath quickening, her pussy drooling just at the thought of what was waiting for her.

"–Ryukyu-san? Ryukyu-san, are you alright?"

Ryuko whirled in her chair, turning to face her latest intern.

Extravagantly long periwinkle hair down to her thighs, blue eyes, flawless skin, and a rather ample figure, Nejire was a beautiful young woman... and in Ryuko's opinion, she was going to make an exemplary hero one day.

One could argue that Nejire Chan was a little too naïve for a hero, especially for someone who was almost in her 20s, but it also added to her charm. Though there was her knack of always asking questions, and not always at the best of times... "What's wrong? You look a little red, are you okay? Are you sick? Are you tired? Do you need a break? Are you aroused–?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine," Ryuko cut her off, her face flushing an even deeper scarlet. It seemed that Nejire wasn't as innocent as she thought.

After shooing Nejire out of her office, and turning back to her paperwork, one of her least favorite parts of being a hero, Ryuko's thoughts drifted back to her brother. She tended to do that a lot recently.

And concerning all their recent developments... she was happy.

How could she not be? Even if Ryuji was forceful, demanding, and lorded over her like he owned her, like she was his bitch... Ryuko couldn't bring herself to hate it. In fact, she reveled in it, and she had an inkling of a feeling that was why he did it.

She was slightly worried, though, that people would start to notice– with her fangs and claws getting sharper, her scales getting harder, and her dragon-form slowly getting larger... she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide it forever. Not to mention that with all the benefits granted by Ryuji's sigils, she was already a much better hero.

But she'd worry about that when it comes to it.

For now, she was more than happy to continue being doted on by her brother.

And even though she would never admit it, she found herself ever-so-slightly looking forwards to her upcoming... punishment.

Ryuko shuddered just thinking about it.

There was one thing that she didn't get, though. She knew that Ryuji must have some sort of reason for wanting to go to school again... 'like collecting more women,' Ryuko thought, her face flushing red. But she didn't know why he wanted to go such a subpar one, and one that wasn't even that close to where they lived.

'What's so special about Aldera High...?'

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[ City Streets, Niigata ]

[ 28 March 2198 ]

Now, Ryuji didn't really care for school. He was smart enough to breeze by, and he was lazy to the point that he would always to the bare minimum, especially when it came to homework and classwork. Not to mention that if he wanted to be a hero, it truly didn't matter.

Sure, Yuuei University only accepted students of a certain level... but with a recommendation from his sister, as well as his current strength, they all but had to accept him. Not to mention that with the Dragon's essence, his memory wasn't photographic, but PERFECT, so it was basically impossible for him to fail.

There wasn't a single academic reason for him to go back to school. No, Aldera High... it was the same school that housed the protagonist of the series, Deku, and his little fuck-buddy Bakugo. And while the existence that was 'the protagonist' intrigued him, nor he or Bakugo were his reasons for attending Aldera.

Based on what Ryuji knew from a couple of internet searches, the Sludge Villain incident from the start of the series hadn't happened yet... and he was definitely going to interfere.

Someway or another, he was getting his hands on One For All.

A Quirk that only got stronger with time? It was almost like the Quirk was crafted with a dragon in mind. Ryuji still didn't know if he wanted it now or later, though. It'd be more than easy for Ryuji to save Bakugo in Deku's place, impressing All Might and maybe even getting the Quirk for himself... but he could also just let it happen.

Very subtly intervening in a way that all but forces All Might keep his Quirk, then wait until All Might eventually chooses amongst the students of Yuuei... and then Ryuji would have ample time to get into the hero's good graces.

Or he could figure out a way to steal it.

Ryuji's thoughts drifted towards it's brother Quirk, All For One.

'I want that one too,' Ryuji thought idly, grinning. The ability to take whatever he wanted, along with the ability to grow in strength as he aged... they sounded less like the powers of heroes and villains, and more like the traits of a dragon.

But those would have to wait a bit.

There was still another week before his transfer went through, and while they were cutting it fairly close, he knew it would. Not only was Aldera a school that'd pretty much except anybody, but having a sister in the top ten had its perks.

At the moment, though, he was just going to find a place to eat– with it being his first time leaving the house in a few days, he wanted to eat somewhere in person.

Walking down the street in flip-flops, shorts, and sunglasses, Ryuji was drawing the eyes of quite a few people. More than usual. In fact, Ryuji quickly realized that there was something off with how many women were stopping to turn his way.

It was honestly a little unsettling.

Then it hit him.

'Lust...' he thought, eyes widening. He was a dragon of Lust. Even if he wasn't actively seducing anyone, he was the literal embodiment of his chosen elements. To all the women walking by, Ryuji must look like the most tempting hookup possible. He hadn't realized it with his sister, as she had clearly been in love with him for a while, but this was a bit of a shock.

'Not that I'm complaining.'

As Ryuji turned the corner, though, someone rather short bumped into him. He didn't budge in the slightest, so the girl in question toppled backwards, as if she had walked into a wall. Looking down at the girl in question... Ryuji's eyes widened slightly.

Mopey, depressed, and dressed in baggy clothes concealing her rather busty figure, the magenta-haired 3' 7" shortstack was a character that he was familiar with.

Manami Aiba, or rather, La Brava.

'Bumping into a love interest like this... isn't it kind of cliché?' Ryuji wondered, amused. Then he was struck with the thought, 'is this also due to the effects of the Lust element?'

The existence of a conceptual element implied conceptual effects, after all.

Ryuji hunched over slightly, subtly wrapping his hands around the girl's waist. "Let me help you up, miss," he said gently.

He sensed her heart rate spike.

He hadn't been lying to Ryuko– he really could sense arousal. Anything that had an association with lust, he could sense, and even control. He hadn't been so sure at first about having an entire elemental slot devoted to making him better at sex, but if it kept providing him with more uses, Ryuji wasn't going to complain.

Looking down at the redhead, though, Ryuji could tell she was a bit out of it. Manami was staring straight at him, eyes wide, and a bit of drool leaving the corner of her mouth. His looks were one thing, but his smell, his scent, his presence... it was all too much.

Lifting the girl to her feet, Ryuji had to hold back a grin.

"Are you alright?"

His alluring voice definitely wasn't helping either.

Manami was clearly crushing on him hard already, and if Ryuji thought about it, she was perfect for him. The girl whose Quirk was powered by love, falling for the dragon of Lust– it sounded like something out of a romcom. Ryuji almost wanted to take her right here in the street, or even just have Manami give into her desires and– "mrrRRMMH?!"

His eyes widened as she practically leapt forwards, pushing her lips against his.

Her tongue slathering across his face.

It was a while before Manami pulled back from their 'kiss'... but when she finally did, and her eyes and thoughts came back into focus, her actions hit her like a truck. Who cares if he was the hottest, sexiest hunk that she had ever seen– Manami had just forced herself on someone who had helped her off the ground, right on the corner of the street.

She had just assaulted him– sexually assaulted him.

She could already feel the astonished, disgusted gazes from those around her.

She could hear the judgmental whispers.

"Did she really just do that...?"

"Do they know each other or something? It doesn't look like it..."

"Isn't that just assault?"

Everyone was judging her for what she did.

Rightfully so.

"I, I'm s-sorry, I don't know what–mmrrRRRMMPHH?!"

This time it was Manami's turn to get cut off by a kiss. Except, this wasn't just a kiss. No, the hunk of a man had grabbed her by the ass and lifted her off the ground, mauling her figure with his hands as his long, draconic tongue slithered down her throat. Manami found herself giving in almost immediately, this being the hottest thing that she'd ever been apart of.

It was the best ten seconds of her life, and when he pulled back from her, a trail of spit connecting their mouths... she climaxed.

"O-Oh my..."

"How lewd..."

"I guess they did know each other...?"

Manami blushed as she heard more whispers, no longer disgusted with her, but idly commenting on the lewdness of their actions.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled, his voice the best thing she's ever heard. "I just couldn't help myself, such a cute girl kissing me out of the blue... how could I not return the favor?"

'C-Cute? He thinks I'm cute?' her face flushed, her mind whirling.

Manami was just glad that he hadn't seemed to take offense to what she did.

"Your Quirk... it has something to do with love, doesn't it?"

Manami stilled. She had been made fun of her Quirk before, time and time again... not only did it not provide any benefits for herself, but it messed with her psyche. Everyone she knew slowly but surely distanced themselves from her, calling her a weirdo, a freak, all because of the way she viewed love. The way she'd get obsessed, falling in love all too easily.

It was why she had dropped out of highschool.

It was why she lived alone, cutting of contact from everyone.

'How does he know?'

"My Quirk is similar, but instead of love," he whispered, his voice soothing, "my Quirk is based in lust. It's almost like you were made for me, isn't it?"

Her heart throbbed.

'Love and lust...' she thought, blushing. It really was like they were made for each other.

"I'm Ryuji, Ryuji Tatsuma. How about you, cutie?"

She flushed as she felt his hands still seeping into her ass, all while Ryuji did something as casually as introducing himself. "M-Manami. I'm Manami Aiba."

"Do you have anything you need to do today?"

"U-Um, not really..."

"Then you're coming home with me," he whispered, his voice nearly a growl.

Manami flushed at his words. Ryuji wasn't asking, but demanding. As he carried her, his hands subtly roaming and fondling her figure, Manami's face couldn't help but flush in anticipation of what was to come. Ryuji wanted her, and he was going to have her. Her pussy drooled in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, and as she glanced around... Manami didn't see any disgust, no, she only saw envy and jealousy.

All of the surrounding women wanted to be her, and Manami couldn't help but agree.

'Oh Ryuji, make me yours!'

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