My Harem System In My Hero Academia

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[Mission Complete: Little Sister!]

[Reward Unlocked: Quirk Technique - Vaporizing Freezing—A freezing ability that lets you freeze your body parts and transfer the cold to others by touch.]

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That's how Yami woke up on Sunday early morning, his cock and balls screaming in agony like they'd been put through a meat grinder. 

He'd lost count of how many times he'd emptied himself into Angela and Momo over the past three days—it had to be at least 70 loads, maybe more between Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. 

His cock was raw, and his nuts felt like shrivelled-up raisins, drained of everything they had to give.

The bed looked like it had rained. Angela lay on one side, her fat tits pressed against the mattress as a steady stream of thick cum oozed out of her gaping pussy, dripping onto the soaked sheets beneath her. 

She had the audacity to look peaceful, smiling in her sleep, totally cum-drunk.

On the other side was Momo, sprawled out. Her body was covered entirely in bloated condoms, each one filled to the brim with Yami's seed.

Some had burst open during the night, leaving streaks of cum smeared across her massive tits, thick thighs, and even her stupidly perfect face.

Groaning, Yami dragged himself upright, his sore body protesting every movement. 

He glanced down at his cock, which hung limp between his legs, still sticky and reeking of sex. "I swear, I'm gonna need an ice pack after this," he muttered, stepping over the pile of used condoms littering the floor.

His legs felt wobbly, but he forced himself to stretch, shaking off the stiffness. He opened the system menu to check on his active missions and lust level.

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[Mission: Ride or Die!]

Objective: Get Ochako Uraraka to ride your cock.

Time Limit: 3 Days.

Reward: Quirk Upgrade—Elemental Battle Modes.

Failure: Minus one to a random stat.

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[Lust: 100%]

Yami sighed. "I forgot I had this one active," he muttered, rubbing his temples. He glanced at the countdown timer, realizing he had less time than he thought.

"Guess I've got my work cut out for me," Yami said to himself, a slight smirk forming. He looked back at Angela and Momo, still knocked down and knocked up. 

As Yami walked downstairs to make breakfast, his phone buzzed repeatedly in his pocket. 

Once he got to the kitchen, he placed the eggs on the counter, pulled out his phone, and noticed he had over 100 notifications.

Curious, he opened his messages and found a new Class 1-A group chat that Jiro had made last night while he'd been… busy with Angela and Momo. 

Its name was "Class 1-A Fam (Except Mineta)", and everyone in the class seemed to be in it, except Mineta, as the name suggested.

The group chat was like any typical chat for 17-year-olds—random conversations, memes, and everyone arguing over the dumbest things. 

Most messages were unimportant, but one thread caught Yami's attention.

Uraraka had been asking about him.

[Uraraka: Has anyone heard from Iwatani? Is he okay after the USJ thing?]

Jiro had replied:

[Jiro: He's fine. Probably studying with Yaoyorozu. You know.]

What surprised Yami most wasn't Uraraka's concern but how most of the class seemed to genuinely believe he and Momo spent their free time studying.

[Ojiro: Yeah, those two are always working hard.]

[Iida: That kind of dedication is what makes them exemplary students. We could all learn from them.]

[Kirishima: Nerds or not, they're badass nerds.]

Yami smirked as he read through the messages, finding it funny how clueless everyone was.

"Huh, nerds, huh?" he muttered, scrolling further.

Buried beneath all the notifications was a private DM from Uraraka that he hadn't noticed earlier. He opened it, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he read.

[Uraraka: Hey, Iwatani, I just wanted to say thank you for saving Jiro and me at the USJ. I… I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't been there. Those villains were… scary. I can't stop thinking about what they almost did to me. You didn't just save us—you saved me from something I would never forget. I owe you so much. Thank you.]

Yami smiled to himself, deciding that he didn't need to rush anything with Uraraka. She was a sweet girl, and there was no harm in taking things slow, even if the system's stat penalty kicked in. 

For once, he felt like being patient.

He picked up his phone, scrolling to her contact info. With a quick tap, he hit "call." After two rings, her nervous voice came through the line.

"H-Hello?" Uraraka sounded unsure as if she wasn't expecting him to call.

"Hey, it's Yami," he said casually, leaning against the counter. "You busy today?"

"N-No, not really!" she replied quickly, the nervous energy in her voice making him smirk. "Why? What's up?"

"Wanna go out? Just the two of us."

There was a long pause on the other end, and Yami could almost hear her mind racing. 

"Y-Y-You mean… a d-date!?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean," Yami said with a chuckle. "I'll pick you up. Just tell me where you live."

After a moment of hesitation, she gave him the address. It was a small, rundown apartment complex in a poor part of suburban Tokyo. 

Yami didn't comment on it, knowing she was probably self-conscious about her situation. Instead, he reassured her. "Got it. I'll see you soon."

Hanging up, Yami moved quickly. He made a simple breakfast for Momo and Angela, leaving a note beside the plates: "Gone on a date. I'll tell you about it when I'm back. Don't miss me too much."

He grabbed Angela's car keys from her purse and headed upstairs to change. 

He picked out his usual look—dark green pants paired with a crisp white shirt and his signature navy jacket with its golden-orange hood.

Grinning, he grabbed Angela's car keys from her purse and headed out. In the driveway was Angela's Black Porsche 718 Cayman GTS, It was one of the few gifts Akio had given Angela, and it would give him some good karma if the car wasn't used to smuggle drugs.

After starting the engine and driving out, the sleek car glided through the streets effortlessly, turning heads as it moved through the crowded city.

It didn't take long to reach Uraraka's neighbourhood. The difference between her area and his was that of night and day. 

The streets were narrow and lined with small, worn-down buildings, the paint peeling from years of neglect. Still, Yami didn't let it bother him. He pulled up in front of the address and spotted her right away.

Ochako Uraraka stood awkwardly on the side of the street, looking nervous but cute as hell. 

Her outfit was simple—a white blouse and some tight denim shorts that clung to her wide hips and fat, juicy ass. 

Seriously, her ass was so thick it jiggled a little every time she shifted her weight. 

Her legs were soft and smooth, the kind that made you want to reach out and grab, but her body wasn't all about that ass—her tits were nice too. 

They weren't massive or anything, but her medium-sized boobs fit her frame perfectly, filling out her blouse just enough to make her look sexy without even trying.

Yami pulled up in Angela's black Porsche, the sleek car looking too out of place in her rundown neighbourhood. 

He stepped out, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on that thick ass and those soft thighs for a moment before smirking. "You look good," he said, walking over.

"T-Thanks," she stammered, her cheeks already turning pink as she fiddled with the strap of her purse. She couldn't even look him in the eye. "You… you look great too."

Yami didn't waste time. He walked up to the passenger door and opened it for her. "Get in. We've got a lot to do today."

"Uh, okay!" Uraraka scrambled to climb into the car. Her ass stuck out as she bent over, and Yami couldn't help but stare for a second before heading around to the driver's side.

The first stop was a chill cafe downtown, "C.J's cafe". Yami walked in like he owned the place while Uraraka followed nervously, her big eyes darting around at all the fancy pastries behind the counter. 

"You can order anything you want. It's on the house."

This cafe was one of the businesses his father had wronged, but Yami had worked hard to bring it back to business and make it thrive. Now, each time he visited, the owner refused to accept any payment.

Of course, Yami would secretly help them the amount they owed them at the end of the month, whatever it took to make the owner happy.

When he told her to order whatever she wanted, she hesitated. "Really? Are you sure? I don't want to—"

"Just pick something, Uraraka. I got it," Yami said, pulling out his wallet.

She eventually chose a strawberry milkshake and a fat slice of chocolate cake, while Yami kept it simple with a coffee and a croissant. 

They found a little table by the window, and for the first few minutes, Uraraka didn't say much. She just sipped her milkshake, her lips wrapped around the straw, as she glanced at Yami shyly.

"You've got something in your mouth," Yami said casually, pointing.

"Huh? Oh no!" Uraraka panicked, grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth. She'd gotten whipped cream on her lips without realizing it.

Yami chuckled, shaking his head. "Relax, I'm just messing with you."

She pouted but giggled, too, her shoulders relaxing a bit. "You're mean."

Yami leaned back in his chair, watching Ochako nervously stirring her straw with her milkshake. "So," he said, breaking the silence, "what made you want to be a hero?"

Ochako glanced up at him, hesitating for a moment before answering. "Well… it's mostly for my parents," she admitted softly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her straw. 

"They've worked so hard for me my whole life, and… I just want to make things easier for them. You know? Give them a break."

Yami nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "That's pretty noble. Most people just wanna be famous or get rich for themselves."

Ochako laughed nervously, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean… being rich wouldn't hurt," she said, cheeks flushing a little. "But it's not just about that. I want them to have a better house, better food… I just want them to be happy."

"You're a good daughter," Yami said with a smirk. "Way better than some of the idiots we go to school with."

Ochako giggled, the sound light and soft. "I don't know about that," she said, shaking her head. 

"I just… I don't want to let them down. They've done so much for me. My dad's back is messed up from work, and my mom's always tired, but they never complain."

Yami tilted his head, watching her closely. "Sounds like they're lucky to have you as a daughter."

Ochako's cheeks turned pink, and she looked down at her milkshake, stirring it again. "Thanks, Yami. That means a lot."

"Don't sweat it," he said casually, leaning forward. "You've got your priorities straight. You'll do great."

After the café, they hit up an arcade. Yami didn't expect her to be much of a gamer, but she actually got pretty into it. When he asked her what she wanted from the claw machine, she pointed at a pink bunny in the corner.

"That one! It's adorable."

Yami smirked. "Easy." He precisely moved the claw, snagging the bunny on the first try and dropping it into the slot.

He pulled it out and handed it to her. "Here. Told you I'd get it."

Uraraka's face lit up like a kid on Christmas. She hugged the bunny tightly, her big, soft ass wiggling a little as she bounced on her toes. "Thank you, Yami! You're the best!"

They played many games after that—basketball hoops, skeeball, even air hockey. 

Yami dominated most games, but Uraraka surprised him with her skill at air hockey. She even beat him once, though she celebrated so hard she hit one of her knees in a funny angle.

Their last stop was a quiet park outside the city. Yami parked the Porsche and led her down a winding path to a small pond. 

The sunset painted everything in shades of orange and pink, and the place was almost empty except for a few ducks floating lazily on the water.

"This place is beautiful," Uraraka said, clutching the bunny Yami had won for her. Her eyes sparkled as she looked around. "I didn't know spots like this existed."

"Not many people do," Yami said, sitting on a bench by the pond. "That's what makes it special."

Uraraka sat beside Yami, the wooden bench creaking slightly under her thick thighs. 

The air around them was calm, the orange glow of the sunset reflecting off the pond in front of them. For a moment, neither said anything, just letting the quiet sink in.

"So, who do you think's the most annoying in our class?" Yami asked, smirking as he leaned back.

Uraraka giggled, tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "Mineta, obviously. No contest."

"Yeah, fair enough," Yami said, chuckling. "That guy's a walking lawsuit waiting to happen."

"Seriously! He tried to peek into the girls' locker room the first week. Jiro threw a shoe at his head, and I heard Yaoyorozu kick him on... ehem... there while on the USJ."

Yami laughed, shaking his head. "Wish I'd seen that. He gotta learn someday… or not."

Uraraka smiled, her laughter coming more naturally now. "What about you? Who gets on your nerves?"

"Midoriya," Yami said without hesitation. 

Uraraka raised an eyebrow. "Really? I talk to him pretty often and he isn't that bad."

Yami sighed, "It's not that he has a bad personality, is a pervert, or anything like that; it's that he doesn't put his 100% all the time."

"He breaks his bones and trains every day, from what I've heard, but he doesn't push past those limits if I had to describe it. It's like he stands at the pool's edge, too afraid to go into the deep."

Uraraka opened her mouth to protest but quickly shut it and stared into the pond.

Yami continued, "I admire people who push the boundaries of what they can do, people who recognize that their efforts are not just their own and who are not afraid to swim into the deep for those they need."

"If you don't move deeper, he will never get to the other side; it will be as if he had never moved at all."

Uraraka tilted her head, looking at him with a soft smile. "You're funny, you know that? I didn't expect you to be so… like this..."

Yami shrugged, his golden eyes meeting hers. "Yeah? Guess I'm full of surprises."

Uraraka blushed, her smile curling up just slightly. "Yeah… you are."

"Thanks for today," she said eventually, her voice soft. "I had a lot of fun."

Yami glanced at her, smirking. "Glad you did."

There was a pause before she asked, "Why'd you ask me out? I mean, you could've gone with anyone. Why me?"

Yami didn't even hesitate. "Because I like you," he said simply. "You're sweet, hardworking, and—" he glanced at her thick thighs, a smirk forming—"you've got a lot going for you."

Her face turned bright red, and she looked down at the bunny in her lap, trying to hide her flustered smile. "I… I like you too," she said quietly, barely above a whisper.

Yami chuckled and reached over, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Good to know."

They stayed at the park until the sun dipped below the horizon, the cool evening air settling around them. Uraraka leaned into Yami a little, feeling safe and warm next to him. For once, she let herself relax, and it felt good.