Meanwhile, back at the Midoriya Household...

Inko wanted nothing more than to sleep. Since the villain took over her body last night, she'd been **** to stay alert as the Villain did so many things to her body!

Her lady bits were sore after endless hours of masturbating with anything the slime villainess could make Inko get her hands own. She's used her fingers, the small assortment of toys she had gathered since Izuku had been five years old and the first real pangs of womanly loneliness set in, the four corners of the kitchen table and so many other things! The apartment smelled of sex, though that wasn't unusual if Izuku and one of the women stayed there for the night, it was usually aired out by morning! Her thighs were absolutely drenched in her fluids, and she didn't think the stain on the arm of the couch would ever come out... And she'd have to buy a whole new set of kitchen utensils...

The only saving grace from that angle had been that her captor and hijacker hadn't been the slightest bit interested in hurting her.

"I feel what you feel, stupid bitch." The slime had told her when Inko watched the slime grab a knife and felt an understandable spike in fear. That she proceeded to cut up some chicken from the fridge and toss it in a pan to fry was certainly not what Inko had been expecting. "And unless I need to make a point, I'm not interested in feeling a stab wound or anything like that again." While the chicken slowly cooked, the slime puppeted her body to dig through the cupboards, haphazardly tossing things over her shoulder and onto the floor. "Do you got any fucking **** in this place? Or have you, despite your whorish nature, somehow not taken up drinking?" Inko's face was **** to once again take on a cruel smile, her voice twisting into a growling mockery. "Afraid you'd make a drunk confession to your little Bastard?"

Inko, obviously, said nothing. Couldn't say anything. She couldn't even grit her teeth, and she was so dehydrated she couldn't even start crying. Her phone lay on the kitchen table once more, but it hadn't been there long ago. It was now filled to the brim with pictures and videos of Inko's naked body doing all sorts of lurid things, all ready to be sent out to everyone on her contact list.

Even now, she still felt the press of a sharpie on her skin, writing all sorts of horrible, demeaning messages. Jealous Slut. 1nc3st Whore. Pig Mother. Things of that nature and more, including an arrow pointing to her abused pussy.

The villainess granted her a small mercy, finally chugging down a glass of water as she tossed some noodles into a pot to cook. "Alright, puppet. I'm going to give you back the ability to speak since it's pretty fucking boring right now, and I don't feel like watching TV. But trust me when I say I know what the vocal cords feel like when someone's about to yell and I will break a finger if you try to call for help, understand? I'm pretty fast at reasserting control once I've dug in, and I'm real snug along your nervous system already."

Inko felt the controller of her body shift around inside her, the numbness in her mouth being replaced with sensation again, the taste of her own juices all the more prominent than when she was **** to watch with numbed nerves. She grit her teeth, almost drawing blood.

"Why?"

As soon as she asked her question, her mouth was no longer in her own power once more. "Fucks sake, I hate that question." The villain ground out, sitting in the chair again and idly rubbing at Inko's pussy once more. "I hear it every time I do this to someone, it's always the first question they ask! Why why why."

Inko shivered as fingers plunged back into her cunt. Taste was numbed, but pleasure wasn't. Her mental fortitude was really being played to the last frayed nerve, and who knows what might happen if this continued on much longer as she was never allowed to come down from the pleasure, nearing almost painful levels of pleasure at that!

"There's any number of reasons." The villain told her, almost ignoring the spasming twitches of pleasure that made Inko's legs go numb as they shook once more as she came swiftly at the barest stimulation. "It's a job. I thought it would be fun. I wanted to feel something. I wanted to remember how food tastes. All those are valid reasons." Her spine tingled as her clit was once more pressed and pulled. "But for you and your little Bastard, it's because I absolutely hate him! Him and that little blonde cunt he walked home with last night, they got my dad caught by that stupid giant prick All Might almost a year ago!"

Inko's free hand grabbed at her tits roughly as her mouth was pulled into a snarl. "And don't even dare try to think it's his fault, you stupid whore!" Inko's nails dug into her own breasts, eye's trying to water in pain but unable. "It's the only way we can survive, since no one wants to hire a pair of slime people. What the fuck can we do about that? You human looking fucks got lucky in the genetic roulette since even most medium mutations are excused." She growled out, an old, bitter anger swelling in Inko's voice.

Without saying anything more, Inko's body was stood up, going back over to the stove and stirring the chicken and noodles, tossing some pre-cut vegetables into simmer with the chicken in its own juices.

Slamming back another glass of water, the slime let out a belch that was unlike Inko's normal mannerisms. She sat back down heavily on a chair, but for once didn't start playing with Inko's body again. She leaned onto the table, a fist holding up her face as she glared at the hard wooden furniture. "Do you know what's it's like, basically being **** to be a criminal since you were born? Having the only person you can rely on locked up?" She snorted. "Feh, of course you don't. Other than your whore nature, you're probably doing just fine for yourself. Cozy home, friends who won't turn on you the second it helps them, stable life all around, am I right? And yet," She tapped the sleeping phone. "I can make all that go away in an instant, can't I? Just a few button presses and all you worked for up to this point in life goes down the drain. Just like my Dad and me, you'll be cast aside by society like the trash you are."

Something about how she worded that last sentence tickled at Inko's mind. Just like her and her father? Inko went over the sentence a few times. Does she think she's been trash since she was born?

Now let it be said that, right now, Inko absolutely hated the person who had taken over her body. Absolute hatred, more than she'd ever felt in her life in fact! That was just natural to anyone, wasn't it? She would care for nothing more if this girl was caught and tossed in the darkest pit they could find forever.

However, even with this bubbling hatred stewing in her stomach, she still felt some small measure of pity for her captor. Her life obviously must not have been easy, and Inko knew that quirk discrimination was still rampant in society. If one read between the lines, a fair portion of criminals only became that way because they couldn't hold a job because of their quirks or were ostracized to the point of near total societal isolation. Every employer wanted a good image, useful quirks and not to rock the boat. The more out there mutations often got stuck with poor jobs that didn't pay much, and those were the lucky ones. Even people with less useful or PR friendly quirks got the short end of the stick as well in society. It was no surprise that most felt that society had abandoned them, or cast them aside as trash and thus felt **** to be a criminal.

However, that still didn't dull the anger Inko felt, and before she realized that the slime villainess had given her back control of her voice she was speaking. "Well maybe if you tried instead of just contin-" Inko's jaw clenched shut hard, biting her tongue and drawing a small amount of blood.

"Shut. The Fuck. Up. You whore." The villain hissed out in Inko's voice, rolling her tongue around and swallowing the blood. "Now look what you've done. Gone and bit our Tongue, you stupid bitch. No one to blame but yourself for that one. You think I never tried to quit this game? You think I never tried to go straight?" She asked, voice raising in anger as she stomped over to check the food, turning it off when she noticed it was done enough for her liking. "A quirk like mine is one that they'll never allow into society, simply because I can do what I'm doing right now. I've tried to get legit jobs, tried to make normie friends, hell I even tried to talk to the police back when I was just ten years old! None of it made a fuck of difference, and I almost got arrested by the cops because I didn't look fucking human! Even my own mother wanted nothing to do with me, because I was born as a puddle of black slime. Unknown to her, however, I remember the words she said when she first saw me since I was unfortunately aware since a month before my own birth. She called me a fucking abomination, wondering how the fuck she could have ever given birth to an inhuman creature!" She almost yelled, stomping to the bathroom and looking in the mirror.

The eyes of Inko Midoriya, normally bright green and soft with a well of love almost as bottomless as her son's, were hard and filled with hate and rage and so much pain. Her body twitched as the slime in her body writhed in pure rage. "Dad left his meat suit in such a rage when he heard that, saving me from the damn doctors that put me in a fucking jar. Dear old mother didn't survive the divorce proceedings, though I don't know if the fact dad drowned her is what did her in, or if seeing her husband ooze slime from every orifice gave her a heart attack when she realized that Dad had been her husband for almost a year instead of her actual husband. And after that, it was just me and dad."

Inko's body leaned towards the mirror, her nose touching it so she could focus only on her own eyes. "He taught me everything I know. How the world works, how to survive, how to read and write, how to do math, everything. He even taught me how to body-jack people, like I am now. He was even my first in everything, though we had to borrow a few bodies to actually do anything." A bit of madness began to creep into the eyes as Inko's mouth was once again twisted into a demented grin. "And that's how I know you're trash, you green haired whore of a mother. You're just like us! Your love is just as vile as Dads is, even if you're better at hiding it! But don't worry, I'll make sure your son knows just how you feel, how everyone you know is aware of just how sick and demented you are!"

The slime puppeted Inko's body back out of the bathroom, heading further into the small apartment. "Maybe I should figure out why your limp-dick husband doesn't show up in any family pictures after your little fucking bastard grew out of diapers? That's sure to drive a wedge between you and your stupid shitty son, am I right?" Unlike earlier, the fine control over Inko's body the villainess had refined over the course of the night was gone. The twitching movements were back, and Inko had short, sporadic moments of sensation in her hands and feet. "Did he figure out your disgusting nature and leave you? I thought I saw some letters when I was looking for your stash of fuck toys. I think I'm going to read them now, and spill everything in them out to the world. Though, should that be before or after I make you fuck your bastard?"

Inko was afraid, deeply afraid. But, now she saw a potential way to at least partially free herself. Maybe, with a bit of luck...