Lust, You Damn Perv

Ultimate power. I had it. I was a golden god. I could bend existence to my will with a word and the right questions. I had power over the lives of everyone around me, including Thirteen and Jiro, All Might. Every man, woman and child in this reality was at my beck and call.

I don't know what I'd done to deserve this power. I didn't really deserve it. I shuddered to think what a real Villain like All For One would do with this. This ring needed to be kept safe and in my possession for the good of all life as we knew it. What was having lots of fun sex and mild mischief compared to a bastard that wanted to tear civilization apart? No doubt he'd ask just one question and turn our entire world into some Mad Max post-apocalyptic wasteland where the super powered warlords ruled with an iron fist.

Nope.

I was basically the best type of person to get this ring. I had no desire to be a king or tyrant. Sure, a bit of fun with Thirteen and Jiro here was nice and all. Being able to do that with a single question is awesome... and being able to give myself a tattoo quirk that lets me fuck women to the single best orgasms of their lives was great too... but, the thing is, my main desire is simply to get laid with hot girls.

Sure, it's selfish and egotistical and not exactly saving the world... but it's not exactly world ruining either. I just want to have sex. Have sex as much as possible with sexy hot girls and have them scream in pleasure because of my dick, and with the powers I've given myself, I can do exactly that!

Conscience salved, my eyes fell upon Jiro and I opened my mouth, "Hey. Do you want to be my little servant?" I found my underpants and slid them on, "A sidekick? Minion?"

The girl frowned and rolled her eyes, but nonetheless she nodded, "Yes. Like your little bitch? Get to watch you smash every hottie in school while jacking myself off to it? Sounds fun."

Inwardly doing a little dance, I crossed my arms and regarded her, "You sure? I've got some pretty hefty requirements for the job. I want everyone to know you're my skank."

Jiro just sighed dramatically, "Yes, I'm TOTALLY sure. You've got the biggest dick at UA and I'm a great big slut. It works. So long as I get cored regularly, I'm fine with being your slutty little henchwoman."

"Okay but I want you to kneel at my feet whenever I sit down and call me master. Is that okay?"

The pretty girl with her prominent blue bangs frowned at me, "Sure, fine. I don't mind being a nasty pathetic sub. Let's just get started already, Master." Jiro even went so far as to kneel next to the chair I just sat myself in, "Is this good, Master?"

I grinned, "Yeah that's good. From now on I get to do anything to you at any time. Got it?"
"Yes master," Jiro purred, looking up at me with her dark eyes.

She looked like she wanted to ride me like a mechanical bull right then and there.

Instead, she just managed to look incredibly put upon as she demanded, "Now shut up and get ready for All Might's class."

Class involved All Might exchanging his garish yellow suit for his Silver-Age hero costume, red with bright white lines, a circle emblazoned upon the chest. The bright blue cape and a golden belt and golden forearm bracers shaped like flames made All Might look every inch the hero legend I remembered growing up watching as a kid.

He also was a complete ham in how he did everything. All Might would shout everything and act every bit like the Pro-Hero I remember from my childhood. It was impressive really, and a little inspiring, but it did feel a little corny in reality.

It was hard to take him seriously as a teacher, yet when the Symbol Of Peace asked a question, his booming voice demanding everyone answer it immediately, you were inclined to respond with the correct one.

Jiro's latest notebook was open and in her hand as she knelt beside my chair, looking every bit the good little sidekick as her pencil scratched rapidly. The girl clearly loved her perv material and I could see All Might's flaccid member taking up almost the entirety of the page.

"Get yourselves suited up! And then meet me at Training Ground Beta!"

"YES SIR!!!" chorused the majority of the class, even myself responding before I quickly went and got my own costume from the high-tech numbered storage lockers that abruptly extended from the wall.

Ergh. I remembered the Hero Costume Request paperwork AND I remembered NOT being offered the stack of papers from when I was just Support Class Student.

What the-!

How had I gotten a g-string banana-hammock with a cape? What kind of outfit was this supposed to be?! I looked ridiculous!

I mean, it made a sort of sense. I'd want to show off this redic dick and perhaps all my power-giving tattoos too. But still! This costume looked utterly absurd!

Jiro was clearly stifling laughter in my side view.

"Not. One. Word," I snarled, and she was suitably silenced as she brazenly stripped and pulled on her own costume that seemed to be mostly a black bikini with knee high boots and elbow-length fingerless gloves.

I wondered what her previous costume had been before I twisted reality. I bet it had been something far more rocker chick and far less slutty.

Twenty minutes later...

All Might met us all in front of a massive complex of buildings. I recognized it as a mock cityscape of the kind that heroes were often photographed at after rescues or fighting villains.

"Now class!" The Symbol of Peace boomed, grinning and raising his arms to the sky as he addressed us all, "Time for our first lesson! Battle Training!"

There was a murmur of excitement from the assembled students.