Intermission 5: Dinner and a proposal

Tags: No sex, big breasts, big ass, milf, coercion, cuckolding

I knocked on the door, waiting for someone, anyone, to open it, really. I wasn't in the mood to continue waiting if I am being fully honest; I just wanted to get this over with. But that woman, Mitsuki Bakugo, was one hell of a milf, although if I had to be honest, if I had to choose between her and Inko, I would 100% marry a woman like Inko; it's a shame I had to take advantage of her and most likely will have to take advantage of this one as well. The difference is that Inko was a lovely woman that needed a push in the right direction; this is just out of spite and hatred.

Eventually Mitsuki opened the door. "Jack! Please come in!" She looked well-dressed, maybe a bit overdressed, like she was going to a fancy date and dinner later; nothing too bad, but still, she really wanted to make a good impression. I could tell she was slightly desperate, if anything.

As I entered the place, I noticed a few good and well-looking dishes served on the table, a total of 3 plates: hers, her husband's, and mine. It seems like Katsuki is not joining us; it makes sense since I saw him around the academy before I left to come here. "Please sit down; let's eat." Her husband came in and took my... I didn't have a coat, so I handed him my backpack instead. They were treating me like royalty; no wonder why. I noticed also an album, full of family pictures, that was gold for me; I was going to take so many pictures as 'evidence' that we had such a great time together.

"So what is your favorite meal by any chance?"

"Hm? I like spicy food; I wouldn't say it's my favorite but very close to something that makes me feel great."

"Well, I—didn't make anything too spicy, but the chicken is wonderful, made with pepper and lemon; everyone goes crazy for it. Please eat to your heart's content." This appearance of being good hosts, of being happy of having me here, was such an annoying thing to deal with because now I was forced to put up as much effort on my appearance as they were... However, there was an easy way to deal with all of this easily; I activated my quirk, starting to fill the room with it. That way, they wouldn't be able to resist my influence, and once that was done, I would be able to move on to the next step, having my fun and way with Bakugo's mother.

We spent what felt like hours talking to each other. Mitsuki showed me photos of Bakugo as a kid and showed me his influence. She talked about how hard she was on him because her parents were on her, which ended up in that aggressive blonde fuzzball with an explosive quirk. She talked about her quirk and her husband's. She talked about how she dealt with this all the time; she was glazing over her son's childhood and taking all wrongdoings that he ever did, her husband going along with it, just agreeing, like a puppet or an obedient puppy. You don't need to read minds to know who has the pants in this relationship.

And I went along with it, took photos of him as a baby, saved them in a gallery, something to show the others later, and asked to see his room, which was very hero-themed. She commented how being a hero was his dream since he was just a little baby. I was surprised, and even during this conversation something came to light, something I knew, lightly at first, but was explained better.

Her relationship with Izuku, those years he made Izuku miserable because he had no quirk, always messing with him, insulting him, threatening him; he used his explosions on him more than once as a way of intimidation and to hurt him, and even more, there was just a simple word for this. Bullying.

That's what they called it at least.

This was violence and abuse in my eyes, but they didn't go into more detail, saving up some information for themselves, almost like if they had dealt with this, they would know exactly what to say. Even after showing me his past, they went and explained it with him always being overly jealous and envious of Izuku's way of behaving and life as a quirkless boy.

He definitely had a high ego thanks to his quirk, if he were to have a quirk like Mineta's or maybe that fat guy from Class B. The nerd that has double-hit or something, some weak pathetic shit, he would've probably blown his brains out by now.

I looked at the time; 3 hours passed. I didn't even notice. They weren't only good talkers; they were entertaining... Food was a plus. I excused myself to the bathroom to clean myself up. I was certain by now that my quirk had taken over the apartment alongside being well implanted in both of their minds, although Sirli said it was better to start brainwashing to not overwork myself, so I had to finish that all in a single day. It was time to drop the curtain; this fake-attitude happy student of mine was pissing me off.

I came out of the bathroom, looked at them both, who were smiling at me, and decided it was time to have a friendly little chat.

"This was really nice, Miss Bakugo, but it's getting late, so it's better I talk about what I have decided about your son."

"Sure, I don't mind hearing all of it."

"I will still go and complain to the hero system about what he did and get him that suspension."

"B-but why?"

"Look, I understand it. I get his past; I truly do. I just don't believe he is justified to treat others that way. Bullying stops when you make it stop, not when you just look aside and say, 'HEYYYY, Fuhgeddaboudit.' I do not operate on that basis."

"Did you not understand why he is so aggressive?"

"No, no, I get that you are not understanding; however, how that's not an excuse, tenacity, aggression, envy, ambition, jealousy, self-deprecation, all of that, I get it, but he is not a kid, Miss Bakugo. He helped as a key part to win a war; he should be acting better."

"If it wasn't for him!—"

"I do not care; that's the thing. Look, your son did great; congrats. He won the quirk lottery, sure; he got his awakening, perfect. But I truly do not care. I won't praise Endeavour for helping all those people in the past while he also participated in sexual and domestic abuse, just like I won't praise Bakugo for helping win a war against some loser psycho who was dying anyways while he also actively participated in harassment and instigation against others. You said he has been doing this for YEARS, to some poor guy? Without a quirk? And now he finds out a guy with a quirk, but this quirk is not powerful; this quirk leaves him as weak as a quirkless guy. This is not just some random picking; he just does these things; he doesn't change; it's just boring to wait for change when its not coming, its time to let him know this is serious."

"He has done great things too; he is just—"

"And I believe you and he will do even BETTER if we go through with this. Why are you so upset about this"

"... He—is just... I told him I would support him no matter what, and it's hard to sometimes—" She looked afraid of saying something wrong. "It's hard dealing with him, but he is not bad."

"You are not listening again. I know he is not bad; I believe he could be the BEST hero if he sets his mind to it. But he would be better if I—"

"YOU CAN'T! T-that would make him so sad and— He needs this, okay?"

"You care about his happiness, I get it, but I care about the hero work more, not about him. I am sorry."

"..." She went quiet, understanding, her face changing as she stood up. "Wait here." Looking for something inside her room, her husband looking... Ashamed, embarrassed? Maybe? He was looking down, like a scolded puppy, not even looking at me. What a pathetic fucking loser. I decided to dig in his head and find some information, something I could take for myself, and then realized that this submission was far beyond some couple dynamic; it was a power dynamic, something he is used to, something he enjoys. This got interesting.

Mitsuki came back, holding a shoebox... For some reason? Maybe more memories? She opened it up and let me have a lot of money inside the box. "That's 200 thousand yen." This made me smile; this was a bribe! This was so fucking illegal. "Please take them as repairs for anything he did."

"That's nice, but this is worthless." She stood up angry but mostly surprised.

"B-but students need money and—"

"I know, but I am rich. I have my own company. I am probably richer than the two of you. I am currently building an international agency, unlike your kid, who spent his life hitting a quirkless booy just because he was an insecure prick. I did something with my life and became wealthy." Although, of course, half of my money was made through scummy business; the other half is thanks to nepotism, but they don't know that. "Your money is worth nothing. There is nothing you can offer to me... Right?" I looked at his husband, who certainly had an idea in his head. "Also a bit wrong since it's a bribe and... You know... Bribery is wrong—"

"Jack, give us a minute," his husband said, taking initiative for once, but I knew this meant he was desperate. He took Mitsuki away and went to talk with her. I simply sat there, drinking their cheap wine and enjoying myself as they struggled to convince me, but this submission I saw on his husband was something... Refreshing, let's say he would make my job much, much easier.

I saw the two discussing and arguing with each other, Mitsuki looking more troubled, rubbing her temple. She looked certainly annoyed but sighed; she seemed to now have a more calm, level-headed discussion as if she had realized something, talking something more casual. I wonder what was going on, but I was getting the idea.

She came back, bashful, with a blush on her face. "I do not want to be bribed, but I am willing to hear any other arguments. I am not someone that—"

"Just—shut up," Mitsuki said, taking a long, deep breath. She fixed herself, fixing her attire, leaning forth and letting me see her cleavage. "I heard that at military schools you are not allowed to get girlfriends, right?"

"Military schools and academies generally do not ban having girlfriends, but they restrict or prohibit romantic relationships between cadets, especially during the first year, to maintain discipline and—"

"So that's a yes, correct? You must be so stressed and tired."

"... What's this?" I said, faking ignorance.

"You look pent-up, so how about it? I help you, and you forget about this?"

"HUH?! Sex? But what about your husband?" I was now faking being shocked, looking at him; maybe I was outplaying it a little; I should calm down.

"He is fine; he is used to—He doesn't care, okay? Katsuki is what matters, so let's do this. One night, you don't do anything; you can even take the money."

"I do not need money, but... I am very pent up... But I am a little bit of a virgin too." She smirked as she got confident, dumb broad.

"Ooooh, so you are a virgin. Even better, I pop your cherry, and you leave my son alone."

"I mean, he started it so—"

"You leave him alone; just ignore for a moment his stupid ass. I know he did that; he has done it before, so do we have a deal already or what?"

"WELL... I am weak to women if I am honest." Man, do virgins talk like that... No, they probably talk like me anyways. I am pushing it. "I will do it then, just this once."

"Good, just don't let anyone know about this." She grabbed me by the hand, pushing me inside their bedroom, her husband following behind as she entered the room and closed the door. I could sense something different about this room; there was visibly a soft chair right in the corner, but there was no purpose to it when there was a large soft bed here. Her husband just sat there as I wondered if this couple was for real. He heard about them, but seeing them firsthand is just so strange; however, the amount of pictures where she seems happy and in love means this is consensual as well... Such a fucking loser. "Are you going to take off your clothes?" As my sight focused back on Mitsuki, I noticed her taking off her clothes; she really was a milf. Her body was in better shape than Inko's, but you could tell this was a mature woman at least.

"Sure, if you insist." I took off my clothes as well, slowly at first as if I were taking my time, folding them, showing them my back, and placing them aside until I was just in underwear, just like her, with a small... Or I should say big difference; I came close as Mitsuki looked down at my hard-on, poking out of my underwear and pressing close to her body. "There we go all free."

She looked down nervously at my dick, noticing the sheer size. "H-how old are you again?"

"Twenty plus. Don't worry, it's nothing illegal. I know you Japanese folk have a very low age of consent too, so..." I shrugged. "Gross in my opinion."

"That's rr-really uhm—" Her husband said as I shot a mean look at him, as if to let him know he wasn't allowed to speak; nothing I couldn't handle with my quirk either.

"It's really what Mitsuki, what was your husband going to say? Big."

"Of course not, his is bigger."

"Pft—yeah, right. Absolutely. How about you get in bed and show me how you handle a cock this small then?"

"When did you get so cocky?"

"Around the time you became a whore and stripped down in front of your cuck husband and your bull—" She was caught off guard by those words. "What is the term? Uuuuh, Neto-Netorase, with an 's,' right? When you like seeing your partner fucked, because you are a miserable shrimp who cannot please her."

"How—WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Mitsuki exploded in anger for the first time.

"Calm down, Miss. Remember who has the upper hand; just get in bed and let this bull breed you as a man should. Not like you know anything about that; this might be the first time, right? How many men fucked you in this bed while your husband watched, I wonder. I am more interested in how many made you cum, actually.

"You—You little shit—You son of a—" I pushed her down in bed; her husband stood up but soon sat down again, looking down in shame.

"No no, those are big words for big adults, and you will be nothing but a bitch tonight." I grabbed her bra and ripped it off of her, letting those saggy breasts on sight; she even had some armpit hair now that I realized. "Can't shave even for the hubby; I guess his dick must be really fucking small for you to not care about your own looks."

"Shut up" I spat on her face.

"How's it feel to know you are about to taste your first foreigner dick, slut?" I got on top of her, pinning her down over my heavier body. "Hmmm, you are quite slippery. Did you lube yourself up before we got started?"

"Don't be annoying and let's just get this over with." She cleaned off the spit from her face, making me feel a bit upset.

"Well, I am just trying to enjoy myself as much as your husband probably is." I looked to the side, noticing he was just staring, ashamed. He gulped as he obediently went over to sit on the corner chair he knew good enough; however, this time it felt different. He felt like he should be stopping this, yet he didn't. He wasn't sure why. He just felt like he should not disobey him. And he said nothing to his insults, a limit he had in this type of situation. Perhaps accepting it, but his cock was certainly even harder now; he felt like busting. The words that should sting him did so but also excited him. The guilty man shamefully put his head down. "Now let's do something more fun."

I grabbed both of her breasts and pressed them together, smothering my cock. "It would be more fun if you helped."

"Y-you just do whatever you want to do right now. I am not going to help you fuck my breasts."

"OOOOOH you can curse? I thought Katsuki was the only one who could."

"It's not my problem you need to insult us to feel better; just remember I am doing this once and—"

"Pft! Yeah right, that's what everyone says. You will be begging for my dick after I am done now that I know that you and your husband love fucking other people... Well, just you; your husband can watch, not like he will need his dick anyways."

"You brat, just cum already; I can see you about to bust." I furrow my eyebrow, opening her saggy tits, letting her see how coated in precum they were and how my cock was still so hard and barely even eager to cum. "W-what?"

"Surprised? The bigger the dick, the more lube it needs. All of this is just normal foreplay; your husband may cum in a matter of seconds, but I don't. I go for hours. Don't worry; I promise to leave before morning hits. I have...an image to maintain, after all. HEY CUCK, GET US SOME WATER BOTTLES. We are going to take a sweet time."