A Tournament? In MHA? I'm Shocked!

Written in collaboration with Cross C. This is a commission for Lawless. Pictures are by Lawless

Sometimes it’s difficult to be so powerful.

No, I’m serious! I have so much control over everything and everyone around me, I can’t even work out where to start! It’s like when someone asks you what’s your favourite song, and your mind has so many options it short circuits and gets stuck on the McDonalds ad jingle or some shit.

While some reality bending perverts may have used their power to tear down everything and everyone around them, I felt some sort of solace in keeping my routine up.

I could have probably walked into any bank and asked for all the money I would ever need. Hell, I didn’t even need the damn bank! I can just ask for money to pour out my pockets! Or skip money all together and just ask for what I need! I could be prime minister! King! A GOD!

But that all sounds too much for me.

Only messing with the little things, like people’s genders, or how horny they were.

As altruistic as I definitely sound, the difficulty in being so powerful is knowing where to start.

Right now I was just sitting in class, playing with my ink powers.

Wait, did I ever explain those? I can’t remember. Before I got the ring of infinite power, my quirk ‘Ink’ was incredibly shit. You’d think something surrounding so cool as tattoos would be hype no matter what, but no. All it could do was give myself or others a tattoo. They never did anything, just were tattoos, and it would take me like a good hour to even give someone else a proper one that lasted.

Now? I could do so much more. I buffed them up to work exactly as I think they can work every time. Like now, where I am just casting my eyes left and right across the room, watching as a tattoo of a thought bubble pass between all the skin I can see. No one is noticing it, from the green haired kid to my two goons, each of them are getting their own turn with the thought bubble tattoo.

Oh, and the bubble has a drawing of my dick inside it.

Real reactions are still the funnest way to mess around in class. Each of the girls getting a thrill as the bubble passes over them, filling their mind with thoughts of sucking me off. Drool leaking from their lips as soon as the bubble lingers. The men weren’t much different. Some clearly hiding their now tightly packed crotches. I don’t think I made them gay, just aroused at the thought of my fully extended mammoth. Bakugo’s reaction is still the funniest, the way he starts angrily scratching at the table with his pencil to avoid thinking about my cock is great. Oh the infinitely explosive inferiority complex~

Of course, this is what these Class 1-A heroes deserve. Support class guys like I used to be were completely at their mercy. Always toiling away to create gadgets and gizmos to help the ‘real’ heroes.

And what do they even teach in this stupid class? How to do a big punch? Lame.

Bet they’re gonna announce a new fucking tournament any day now.

“Class, before I forget, we have a new interschool tournament coming up,” said Aizawa. Called it. “The top twenty students will qualify for bla bla bla bla…” Yeah, I tuned out.

Bakugo was snarling menacingly in my direction. I think the dude really wants the chance to prove how much cooler he is than me by sending multiple explosions my way. Wow, what a hero he is. Pity for him that he’ll never get a chance~

I nudged the bird guy beside me, “Pretty crazy they made a tournament for the women of the school to all compete for who gets to have sex with me, huh?”

“It is indeed,” nodded the beaked boy.

“To reiterate, the top twenty female students in the tournament will receive a ‘Shiro Sex License’, each permitting them to one free round of intercourse with Hado Shiro,” said Aizawa, frowning over to me. “All our classes for the next week will be surrounding this topic.”

The class was buzzing with excitement. A lot of looks over towards me as the prize, and I couldn’t help but grin and wink back.

“Aizawa-san, why is it that Shiro-kun is the prize?” asked nerdy glasses man. How rude he is, thinking I can’t be a prize. I’ll be sure to change his quirk to something silly later.

“Two reasons. One: that idiot Midnight wants it as a PR stunt. She thinks that having sex with Shiro shows the public that the next generation of heroes are mentally and physically resilient, while wrapping it in a ‘relatable and visually stimulating’ package.” Ah, Midnight. I shall continue to enjoy your sweet treats and daughter if you keep bigging me up like this. “And the second is a safety concern. Shiro is the only one who meets the size requirements for the Hero Commission’s netorare safety course.”

Okay, what? That’s a weird wrinkle. “Huh?”

Aizawa sighed, looking annoyed he had to do his job of teaching at all. His hand started writing down what he was saying. “Back before All-Might, in the era of Nana Shimura, there was a villain that managed to seduce several big time female heroes to become villains because of his quirk. NTR Villain: Stud Muffin. Aka: Cain ‘The Bull’ Blackwood. With his quirk named Cuckle-Fuckery all he had to do was flash his huge penis at a woman hero and their biology made it almost impossible to resist wrapping their mouths around him.”

On the blackboard was a fairly rudimentary drawing of the guy. Eyes covered by shaggy hair, yet a stretchy super suit that covered the top of his head and made him look bald at the same time. Overweight, perverted grin, and an absolutely huge bulge if the chalk was to be believed.

There were some murmurs from the class. Apparently a few of the others knew about him, and I think I heard one of them say that Cain could be their dad since he slept with their mom. It’s crazy the kind of backstory this ring can come up with sometimes!

“If the woman had a partner she’d be more susceptible to the quirk. Especially if she felt any level of sexually unsatisfied,” Aizawa continued, “Only Nana Shimura managed to beat him, containing him in a maximum security prison only she had access to, where she spent many years sexually pleasuring him to keep him off the streets until both of their deaths. Though it is said Cain may have had a child with the same powers as him somewhere. To stop the tragedy from ever repeating, the hero association requires all the top heroines to sleep with a man at least fifteen inches in length as an inoculation to sexual based quirks. And that’s why Shiro is the prize.”

Ochaco raised her hand, “Sh-shouldn’t he have sex with all the girls then? Regardless of winning or losing?”

“He probably will, knowing him…” Aizawa grumbled towards me. “But we can’t pimp out Shiro without his consent. The hero association have other big dicked inoculators, even if they’re smaller than Shiro he only agreed to twenty sex passes.” I did? Fuuuck… “And to not have vaginal sex until the results of the tournament.” I DID?! FUUUCCKKKK!!!

“Hmph, whatever. Who gives a shit who nut for brains over there does it with?” growled Bakugo, stewing in his chair. I guess he really just wanted an excuse to beat the shit out of me with the tournament. “At least the men get time off.”

A piece of chalk hit Bakugo in the head, “Male students also have the chance to win a sex license. Don’t be lazy.”

“I AIN’T HAVING SEX WITH HIM!” the overly loud bully yelled, pointing angrily in my direction. I don’t wanna have sex with you either, sweaty bitch.

A foot slammed down onto a nearby desk as Rumi joined in the yelling, “Like you’d even get a chance! I’m gonna win all the licences and fuck Shiro twenty times in front of everyone!”

Ochaco tried to calm her desk neighbor down, “Uh, Rumi-san, you’ve already had sex with him a few times… sh-shouldn’t you let others have a chance?”

“Also, logically, you can’t win multiple places in a tournament,” said the blonde chick behind them.

“She could,” said Aizawa, making everyone’s eyebrows raise. “The sex licences are transferable. If you win in the top twenty, you’d qualify to pick an appropriate suitor for Shiro as well. Anyone that’s already had sex with Shiro would also need to prove it for the board, so even those that have already done it with him may find it preferable to do it again on the winner’s stage where the cameras will be showing Shiro’s stretching. Hypothetically, the entire top twenty winners could give it to Miss Mirko, though it is not recommended.”

Ohh, that makes sense. Sounds like the reality ring got it all figured out. Pretty fun to have a bunch of guys picking their fave girls for me to fuck. Do they pick their friends? Family? Maybe I’ll ask them to give it to a sexy teacher, or a pro hero that needs a good stretching for ‘ntr protection’ lolll~

“Whatever.” Bakugo repeated, once more spitting his rage out through gritted teeth, “Just gonna throw this damn thing. I ain’t giving nut for brains the satisfaction…”

“Come on, Lil Sweaty, don’t be like that~” I teased, making his head snap quite violently behind him to glare at me. “Isn’t your mom pressuring you to win so that you can get me to fuck her?”

Ohh, that got him mad. “I DON’T GIVE TWO FUCKING ASS SHITS WHAT THAT OLD BITCH HAG WANTS! I AIN’T GONNA-!”

“How cruel!” I rebuked, gasping out in fake dismay while fighting the smirk clawing at the edges of my mouth. “I can’t believe you’d be so heartless, Bakugo! Surely you want me to fuck your mom, she’s got such a fear of being netorared since your dad has as small a dick as you do so she’s extra susceptable, right? And you’d do anything your mommy asks of you, right?”

Murmurs around the room began to echo out as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. People commenting how cruel Bakugo was for saying he’d throw the tournament and not letting his mom fuck me.

The way he was gripping my desk made me think he was about to snap it in two, but I wasn’t exactly worried. He needed me to fuck his mom, after all.

“You better wish we don’t face each other in the tournament,” he snarled with pure seething rage, quietly enough that only really I could hear it. “I blast you down to the only part of you worth a damn that they’ll be calling you the dildo hero. Got it?”

“Didn’t your mommy tell you no more threatening other students?” I coyly smirked.

Bakugo released my desk with a huff and returned to his seat. He hid it well, but I could see a flash of worry pass over his face at the idea he’d disobeyed mommy just now. Oh how juicy that little nugget shall be~ hehe, despite it all I do hope he does well in the tournament so I can fuck his mom.

Does raise the question though… if I win, who will I give the pass to?

“With that interruption over,” sighed Aizawa, “I will now go over the lesson plans for the next week, and an overview of the event itself. Today is Tuesday and the ‘Neto-Protection’ Day shall take place this coming Monday. It will consist of a race, a team event, and a tournament.”

“So it’s like the Sports Day?” asked Deku.

“Yes. The first year Sports Day was a way for everyone to show off their quirks for potential internships. As this is the first year student’s most important event, we used to have less important sports days for the second and third years. However the principal combined this with the Neto-protection Day to include all three years, meaning any student could qualify to have sex with the biggest penis in school.”

I leaned back, placing my hands behind my head, “And that’s me~”

“WE KNOW!” Bakugo barked.

“All three years… that’s a lot of power fighting to have sex with Shiro…” said Momo, placing a hand to her chin.

“It’s gonna be way harder to secure a top spot compared to the last tournament!” the pink girl whined, dragging her hands down her face. Aww, look at them so desperate and needy to fuck me~

I leaned forward with a grin, “It’s way more difficult than that! Aren’t all the sexy female teachers allowed to compete as well?”

“We are.”

Oh.

Whoops.

That voice became a lot more feminine in literally a blink of my eye.

Bye bye Aizawa, the dour male teacher that hated his life. Hello Aizawa, the sexy female kunoichi with big bazongas… and clearly still hated her life. Even as a girl she still has those big eye bags lol.

She’d lost about five inches, putting her around Momo in height. Her messy black hair was basically the same, maybe a little thicker and softer around her face with those familiar half-dead eyes. Everything below the neck had gotten one hell of an upgrade though. His old capture suit had hung a little loose and baggy from his lanky frame, now it fitted her like a second skin. The black material stretched over that pair of huge rounded tits that sat low and relaxed across her chest, soft-looking and faintly drooped, like even they couldn’t be bothered to hold themselves up.

The suit clung to her tight waist before following the wider curve of her hips, where the utility belt hung sideways and low. Basically, the ring had taken the world’s most exhausted homeless ninja, given her a pornstar’s body, and somehow left her looking even more annoyed about being at work.

Rumi once more stood on her desk, “It doesn’t matter who you throw at me! I’ll win all the top twenty spaces!”

“Fuck no you won’t!” Bakugo yelled, matching her energy beat for beat. This place is so much louder than the support class. “Ain’t no one gonna give your slutty ass their license!”

Sato tilted his head, “We have to go against the teachers too? Are they wanting to fuck Shiro too?”

“I know my mom does…” grumbled Minaru.

“This is impossible, ribbit,” stated Tsuyu.

“It isn’t impossible,” said New Aizawa, “It’s tradition for any teachers that win and give their license to their top student. Just because we can, doesn’t mean we will.”

“Oh?” I asked, “I thought that you said the winner of the tournament gets five bonus licenses to hand out? Surely then a teacher like you who wants to fuck me could win and still give out some winnings to her students too?”

I have to admire the dedication to placid emotionlessness that Aizawa stuck to. Even as a sexy girl that wants to fuck me, she still glared at me for interupting her class with only the minimalist of blushes. “Yes, Shiro. Hypothetically, that is true.”

“Haha! That’s at least five for me when I win!” Rumi stood on her chair again, even after Ochaco had just managed to get her to sit down.

“So many rivals, this is getting interesting!” grinned the redheaded girl at the back of the class with the jagged teeth. I’ll say. All this tournament shit… do the teachers just not know how to train a student into being a hero without smashing them into each other? Well, at least I’ll be doing plenty of smashing this time~

Deku rubbed his chin, quietly analysing the facts like he was wanton to do, “It really is. Even if this event is not as widely spread on television, if any first year manages to come out on top against the second years, third years, and not to mention the teachers… it’ll cause major ripples on social media. Big hero groups are certain to see that as someone to follow.”

“Yeah! And anyone that gets fucked by big dick Shiro on television has proved their NTR proof already!” agreed the invisible girl.

“All that free Shiro porn…” mumbled Jiro, already rubbing herself.

“Who would you give your pass to if you win, Deku?” asked Momo.

“Oh! Uh, well… y-you know…” he stammered, blushing up a storm while rubbing the back of his head. “A-anyone b-becoming NTR proof is q-quite important… w-who knows?”

“Like Deku is gonna be anything but bottom twenty!” Bakugo hissed.

“Hey! That means we might see some really hot students getting down and dirty on the big stage!” the electric guy said, pumping his fist excitedly. “Oh man, there’s so many hot third years…”

“That’s enough, class.” said Aizawa, sternly trying to get her students back in order. “I haven’t finished explaining the schedule. As this is similar to the school festival, we will be doing similar prep work for it. Tomorrow we’ll be doing quirk assessments on the field. Thursday shall be battle prep with Class 1-B. Friday we’ll be going through gear upgrades. And on Saturday you’ll be doing civilian rescue prep with All-Might.”

Some of the other students seemed to tense up at that. Right, I forgot they all got attacked by villains last time, gossip spreads fast in this school.

“No way in hell any villains would attack UA with All-Might around, right?” I asked, which seemed to alleviate a lot of tension around the room.

“Yeah! We’ll be safe with her!”

“It was a fluke they attacked last time!”

“Shiro’s right! We shouldn’t let the past stop us from enjoying this event!”

They’re acting like that was some altruistic act, but I just don’t wanna get shanked by some psycho villain. My reality control is strong, but I can still get jumped by that hand freak that vaporises things with his touch. No thanks.

Also, ‘she’? Shit, did I make ALL the teachers into sexy girls? I guess I should of twigged with Aizawa… oh well, Gal-Might better have some stonking great tits. Considering the chest on the old one it almost seems like a given.

Welp, either way, a lot to get done in the next week. Need to meet all the new teachers, figure out which twenty students I want to win, and if I should assert my dominance by becoming the winner or force someone like Cuckugo to choose five women for me to bang~ Ah, the possibilities are endless~