Sayuri's lips turned moist.
How long has it been...? I—I can't...
She bit her lip, closing her eyes. "Why are you doing this?"
"Aoyama, your mind is a mess and I can't read it... I'm getting scared." She opened her eyes, staring straight at me. "Tell me what's making you act this way. Tell me this isn't real and that I—I'm having a drunken hallucination."
"What do you want me to say...? Maybe it's the suit? That you're right—a family shouldn't be touching each other like this..." I asked as the symbiote receded back into my skin.
"This has nothing to do with it." I lifted her chin. "I've always wanted you, Mother. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was immoral. I knew I couldn't be with you forever."
"Soon, I'll enter UA, a prestigious Hero Academy."
"I'll have to live up to becoming a model student, both in and out of school, with every action monitored—not just by faculty, but by classmates," I said, lowering my tone.
"They'll dig into my past, one secret or another," I paused, "trying to uncover potential villain candidates—and if I slip, if my infatuation for my own mother is exposed, that'll be my social death."
"Even if I didn't do anything villainous and became a pro hero, that stigma would stain my future career."
I spoke, half stripped from the waist up.
"That's why I wanted to get rid of my infatuation."
"To expel it all, even if it meant we couldn't repair our relationship afterward. I wanted to be honest with myself for one night before locking these feelings away."
"But that's okay," I said, parting her hair. "I never deluded myself into thinking this would lead to anything permanent." I tucked her purple strands aside. "I only expected to be with you once."
"That'll be enough."
I whispered, brushing the back of my knuckles against her cheek.
"...Now it's time for me to ask you something... for the last time. I want to know if you'll stop deluding yourself too..."
I brought myself close to her lips.
"With the thought that you don't deserve someone who loves you unconditionally—even if only for a night..."
She stared at it, then looked away.
"I can't... I can't take any more of your love."
She lowered her gaze.
How did it come to this?
She asked, sitting back on her legs. "...You need to save what little's left for the special girl who'll come into your life."
Sayuri moved her hands to the clasp of her bra.
She looked up at me as she unhooked it from behind.
"Not give it all to a drunk harlot who was too late to see this side of you—and let it consume you without me realizing."
She slipped the straps off her shoulders.
"I ignored all the chances you gave me to stop you."
Her breasts spilled free, unrestricted. I stared at her soft, flushed skin.
She let them hang in the open, her bra discarded to the side. "I should have stopped you the moment you got into bed behind me."
"I shouldn't have let you come onto me... I led you on," she admitted. "I had longed to feel like a woman again."
"That's why when you held me, I melted."
"I wanted to feel your fingertips against me. I wanted it—not just your touch—I wanted you inside me. I wanted to forget I was your mother."
"But when you finally broke through my walls, it felt like you shattered the illusion I was clinging to—it stopped being a drunken dream and became something too real."
Her hand replaced mine at the base.
"Because of that, I got scared of what it would mean..." she stuck out her tongue, licking the precum from the tip. Her other hand brushed her hair behind her ear.
"In truth, those implications didn't matter. Not when all I had to ask..."
Her tongue slid underneath.
Her eyes met mine. "Is whether it's okay for you."
Sayuri's lips brushed the side.
"Aoyama..." she called softly.
She caressed me.
"Do you want to have sex with me~?"
Her voice turned velvety—her gaze lowered, not from shame, but as she leaned back onto the bed.
Her legs lifted as she removed her underwear, leaving herself bare.
"From the moment I could understand your beauty," I responded, feeling the absence of her touch.
She chuckled, spreading her thighs.
"Here," she cooed, "I'm giving you permission to use this villainous body of mine to your heart's content."
I lowered myself onto her, kissing her before anything else. I was surprised by how quickly she returned it, her tongue swirling with the faint taste of sake.
—Mmm—
She opened her mouth wider, sloppily matching my passion—her fingers guiding me to her entrance—finding a way to take me in on both ends.
I felt the way she let me sink into her soft walls.
It was like experiencing her for the first time.
I broke the kiss, a thin strand connecting our lips. I smirked, licking mine. "If you're feeling a little villainous, it's my duty to correct you and set you back on the right path~"
She rolled her eyes, playing along.
"Well then, future hero," she lifted her arms, "I need your help."
She wrapped them around my neck. "I've been a very naughty mother and need thorough correction~"
I slid my hands under her thighs.
I thrust forward, then pulled back—SMACK!!—she gasped, but I didn't stop, striking again.
"Ah~"
Sayuri let out a pleased sound. "That's it, ah~," she pulled me into her chest, her breasts pressing against my face.
Her eyes rolled back.
"Keep going."
The bed rocked as she was thrown back and forth beneath me.
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
Her moans repeated rhythmically as I grew inside her with the symbiote enhancing my lower half. "Y-you're getting so big!"
Her eyes rolled as she felt the expansion.
Her stomach bulged—her body struggling to take it all.
God...
Her nerves flared with pleasure. "Faster, faster," she urged, moving her hips with mine. I groaned. "I'm cumming! Take it all!"
"Not yet... not yet." She shut her eyes, pushing back against me.
"Ahhh... ahhh..." her lids trembled. "Hold on..."
"Just a little longer~" her eyes glistened—her body clinging tightly. "I want you to hold me a bit longer."
I groaned, trying to steady myself.
"Then kiss me," I said between thrusts.
Huff. Huff.
She parted her lips, lifting herself up.
"Come to mommy~" she whispered.
I watched her mouth open, glistening. It drove me wild that I was the cause of this.
I wanted more.
She turned her head as I kissed her again.
Her body burned as I drove upward.
"Ah, right there! Ah!"
She dropped down onto me wildly.
I deepened the kiss, exploring every part of her mouth as my body changed further.
"Mmm," she moaned, arching into me.
I continued, my movements relentless.
"Amh... Amh... Ahm~" Sayuri struggled to keep up.
Her teary eyes lost focus under the overwhelming sensation.
I felt myself changing—growing larger, stronger.
Her body strained to keep up.
I forced her down—
Eghhhh!!!
Her body tensed as I pushed deeper, then lifted her again—
Down!
Up!
Down!
It felt incredible.
Her body slid along mine, each motion slicker than the last. Her chest bounced with every impact, her cries growing louder.
But I made sure she wasn't harmed.
In fact, I was the reason she could withstand it.
The tendrils beneath her skin formed a tight, silver layer—a venomized suit that clung to her body.
The symbiotic link between us deepened as I began to understand her in ways I never could before.
At first, I heard faint murmurs from the walls.
Then whispers. Thoughts.
And finally, sentences:
'Where did I leave my water bottle?'
'Why did the network cut out?'
'Did I just pass out when I got home...? Was I really that tired? I wonder what's in the fridge.'
These were the thoughts of everyone inside the apartment building.
I could hear them all as my tendrils pierced into Sayuri's mind, establishing a mental connection to her mind-reading Quirk.
But it didn't end there.
Her mind began to affect the symbiote strands within her. They twisted, shifting in color from light silver to a deep blue—
"Ahh! Aoyama... harder!!"
Sayuri moaned, her body trembling as she craved something deeper.
I stared at her, watching the birth of something new.
Blue tendrils seeped from her forehead, forming a spiral that curled beneath her bangs, trailing down the back of her skull and along her chest—where it shaped itself into the imprint of an arachnid.
This was it.
If there was anything I could take with my cartridge, I had found it.
The new symbiote moved on its own, striking down her thigh from the spider-shaped mark.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
It reached my palm and began to communicate with me—or rather, I heard its echo as it traveled below toward Sayuri's Quirk, passing through my fingers positioned along its path between her torso and legs.
It was still growing...
"Ahhh—!"
If I pulled it away now, it wouldn't fully develop.
I had to wait.
It needed to be nurtured by her Quirk. Only then could I harvest what would be born.
I grinned before pushing Sayuri sideways onto the bed, pinning her down.
"Ahhhh! Ahh! Aoyama!" she cried, clutching the pillow.
"I'm about to finish! I'm—finishing!!!"
Her body convulsed as she climaxed, her hips trembling.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
It was a beautiful sight.
"I'm cumming!!!"
I roared, releasing everything.
I filled her completely—"Too much, it's too much, I'm going to get pregnant!!!"