Shounen, Harem and Hentai/Porn

My life is like a strange mix of Shounen, a harem anime with all that entails and a lot of hentai or porn. And it's not like the genres are competing or anything, they all seem to blend together and strengthen each other. The harem facilitates the porn, which allows me to not worry so much about keeping up with the shounen escalation, which then makes the harem grow even further and the porn grows along with it. It's a weird, sexy cycle that feeds into itself and grows, sometimes exponentially it seems. I wouldn't be surprised if some of my future villains are more sexually based than action based at this rate.

While it was already true from Izuku's perspective, his answer worked a more subtle change in the universe. Fate's tapestry was pulled apart, and redone with much lewder intentions in mind. Quirks were subtly changed, though no one would ever know it as what was usual. Some quirks were even reworked entirely or made of whole cloth, to account for the new, sexual destination of the World that would spread from Izuku's mere existence. Invisible plans that were impossible to undo were set up in the blink of an eye to further the cycle that Izuku had given to his life, and minds were played with to suit the new genre's of the world that would center on Izuku.

Not even the people close to him were spared from the tumultuous changes in history's weave. His mother, once so beautiful before that day years ago when they thought Izuku's dream of being a hero was shattered, the decade of stress and guilt having taken their toll on her body heavily. But with this change, the toll was taken back, and though she was still guilty and stressed, she was once more looking like she had when she was thirty one, that fateful year Izuku was harshly told that he was quirkless.

And what harem would be complete without a childhood friend, tomboy or otherwise? A few blocks away, in the Bakugo household, Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive self proclaimed protagonist who had become so egotistical in his admittedly not-completely-delusional images of grandeur that he had given up all bonds of friendship was changed in a much more dramatic way. He was no longer a he, but now a she instead. Her history, though mostly similar, would change in ways to accommodate her change in gender, not that anyone would know in the first place. Still boisterous, still egotistical, still so self-assured and uncaring of what others thought of her.

But there were new avenues of weakness, some that could not have existed within the male she had been. A small romantic flame burned in her heart now, for example, if only because her mother was a fan of reading her tales of fairy tale romance when she was still small. It was something she kept hidden, locked beneath the fires of her rage and determination to be the best, to not let anything hold her back. She would need someone who could keep up with her, perhaps even overtake her, to spur her on to greater heights, to reach past the flames of offense and begin to stoke the flames of love.

Elsewhere, in the dead of night, a girl with blond hair in twin buns, piercing yellow eyes like that of a cat (Complete with the slit pupils of one at that) and a rather striking beauty overall, wiped her blade clean of blood, her latest victim still warm but unmoving on the ground. Her mind, originally twisted with the most **** version of "Imitation is the greatest form of flattery", was twisted again with the subtle changes to her quirk. She was still a serial killer, there was no doubt. Blood was still tasty in ways most couldn't comprehend to her, but it was no longer her only target. Tears, Saliva and sexual fluids were also catalysts for her quirk to take route. Still blood crazy, but also crazy about sex as well. A serial **** as well as a serial killer, not mutually exclusive but not always a packaged deal either.

"Oh well, it was fun while it lasted." She grinned, looking down at her victim with a forlorn sigh and a blush that lit up her face. "I still love you, Abe-kun, but it seems you won't be able to love me anymore in return." She crouched down, giving the cheek of the fresh corpse a gentle kiss, smearing blood on her lips in the process. "So this is good bye, I suppose. But I'll never forget you, even when I find a new love, okay?" She smiled at the silent body, as if expecting an answer before she stood, swaying her naked hips that were just hidden under her slightly large seifuku as she walked away into the night, leaving an unfortunate dead man to be found by an equally unfortunate garbage man the next afternoon. The man's fiance would be hysterical when she learned of his ****, as she'd seen him just that morning, and he'd been unusually frisky and romantic before leaving for his job.

It seems the Succubus had struck again. And that wasn't the last of the changes either.

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Izuku put down his water bottle, relishing the coolness of it as he stretched. Once again, not for any real reason other than habit. He just couldn't sit still for long, something that irked him sometimes, but was easily dealt with when not in classes. "Alright, enough of a break. What's that next question?"