The Successor Ch. 38 (My Hero Academia) (Patreon)

A/N: In which an NTR bastard gets his comeuppance~

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He doesn’t quite intend for Ryuko to pass out from one last explosive orgasm upon him creampieing her, but Izuku isn’t about to look a gift-horse in the mouth. Normally he would prefer to engage in some aftercare, but with Ryuko literally insensate and time being of the essence, he swiftly pulls out of her and looks to Rumi.

“Look after her. There are some things I have to take care of.”

His chocolate bunny of a teacher blinks at that and then whines piteously, clearly having expected to get her turn next. But then, if she wanted that, she shouldn’t have let Ryuko borrow her phone as she did. Now, things were on a time crunch. But of course, Rumi is too aroused to realize why he’s suddenly leaving.

“But-!”

And Izuku is more than willing to take advantage of that fact, holding up his hand and shaking his head sharply.

“No. You’ll do what I say… and later we’ll have a talk about your actions here today.”

Sure, Izuku wasn’t actually all that mad that Rumi had brought Ryuko into things. After all, it had worked out for the best. But he also wasn’t above using guilt to get what he wanted. In this case, Rumi’s ears droop down and she averts her gaze, even as she nods submissively and moves to take care of Ryuko. With that dealt with, Izuku quickly leaves the classroom.

His enhanced senses let him know that Momo is slowly making her way back out of the vent as well, but he can’t worry about her right now. He has other things to be doing. As soon as he’s out of Rumi’s earshot, Izuku pulls his phone out and begins making calls.

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“What the fuck?! Seriously, how can she just ignore me like this?! Stupid little bitch, she’s going to pay for this. Damn it all, that rabbit cunt Mirko must have talked her into this. They don’t fucking know. They have no idea what sort of shitstorm they’ve unleashed…”

An hour later, Izuku watches from the shadows as the bastard who NTR’d Ryuko and wanted to do the same to Rumi continues to work himself up into a frenzy. Admittedly, Izuku had been at the man’s residence within fifteen minutes of leaving U.A. behind. He wasn’t taking any chances with this. Luckily, the bastard wasn’t a very cold and calculated thinker. In fact, Izuku got the impression that the smarmy bastard wasn’t much of a thinker at all.

No… this was the kind of guy who had gotten by solely on the use of his Quirk. This close to him, Izuku could literally see the Quirk’s particles wafting off of the guy. It was like a disease, albeit an undetectable one by most approximations.

Regardless, an hour in, the bastard’s panic was finally receding enough for him to start thinking about next steps. Which was precisely what Izuku had been waiting for all this time. As the man finally turns towards his computer, the confusion in his eyes washes away, giving ground to pure, unadulterated anger and fury.

“Those dumb cunts… I’ll fucking show them. I’ll show them both what they’ve made me do, and when that bitch Ryukyu comes crawling back to me, she’ll BEG me for the opportunity to bring her little bunny rabbit friend to me all tied up and ready for my pleasure.”

Now filled with a certain amount of purpose, the bastard moves over to his computer, sits down in front of it, and powers the electronic device on. An unholy, evil grin spreads across the smug asshole’s face as he puts in his password and begins navigating through his files.

… Of course, that’s about when Izuku steps in. A light touch on the back of the neck is all the bastard gets before Izuku knocks him out and also steals his Quirk. Immediately, he’s struck by just how… slimy the Quirk feels. It makes his skin crawl, and without even thinking about it, he pushes it down into the depths of his soul, burying it under a mountain of other Quirks.

Staring at the sleeping form of the now Quirkless bastard before him, Izuku silently promises himself that he will never use the man’s Quirk. But of course, that alone isn’t good enough. If he wants to end this, he only has one of two choices. Kill the bastard outright… or start cleaning things up.

Killing the bastard was the easy option. Not just for Izuku, but also for the unconscious man. Even if he didn’t know it, even if he had no idea what sort of enemy he’d made in Izuku Midoriya, the hidden successor to All for One… death was too good for him. And Izuku was about to make him wish he WAS dead.

Pushing the bastard and his computer chair away from the desk, Izuku stands in front of it. With the desktop unlocked, he has access to all of the man’s files. After a moment’s thought, he reaches over and grabs the guy’s phone as well, placing it next to the keyboard. Then… he gets to work.

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Junichiro Gao comes awake with a start, his eyes widening as he sits up in his computer chair.

“Wha-?!”

He cuts himself off, damn near biting his tongue in the process as he wrinkles his nose in confusion. What the hell happened? One moment, he’d sat down at his desk… the next he’d fallen asleep? He’d been just about to spread videos and pictures of that bitch Ryukyu all over the internet! But now… looking to the clock, Junichiro blinks. It’s been hours! What the fuck?!

… Well, no matter. He’s still sitting in front of his computer, so it doesn’t really matter if he gets this shit done now compared to a few hours ago, right? Grinning a wide and wicked grin, the unfortunately named man pulls up to his computer, his fingers moving to the keyboard… only to pause. His desktop was looking a little… barren. Where were all of his carefully curated file shortcuts?

Brow furrowing, Junichiro opens his files properly… only to let out a shout of alarm when all that comes up is a blank system.

“What?! No!”

There must be some mistake! He hastily begins clicking all sorts of places, trying to… to get them back! To figure out where they’ve gone! Maybe he’s just opened the wrong tab? But no. The more he clicks around the screen in a panic, the more he finds there are no answers save for the one staring him right in the face. All of his blackmail, carefully curated over a lifetime of turning people into his personal butt-monkeys… is gone.

Before he can do much more than stare dumbly at the computer screen upon realizing this, his phone begins to blow up with notifications. Blinking, Junichiro reaches over and picks it up, only to find that if he thought things were bad before… they’re getting worse.

Message after message is coming in from unknown numbers. Except… he definitely recognizes some of those numbers. They’re just not saved into his Contacts anymore for some reason. Feeling a sense of mounting horror, Junichiro flicks open his messages to discover that every single saved communication he had has been deleted. His phone is barren of both contacts and chat history.

Meanwhile, the new messages he’s receiving from women he’s had wrapped around his fingers for years… they’re universally negative and condemning him. They’re declaring him an abuser and saying they’ve had their eyes opened to his awful nature. They’re… breaking up with him. Each and every last one of them. Women he considered his property… his slaves. And they think they can break up with HIM?!

But its even worse than that, because he had never limited his Quirk Use to just women. He wasn’t gay, but that hadn’t stopped him from using and abusing his Quirk to turn some wealthy men into toadies and sycophants that he could rely on to make him money. His entire business was built around using those idiots with better understanding of numbers than him to make his money.

With his Quirk, they not only gave him the bigger share of the pie for little to no work, but he also got away with constantly bullying them. He’d even taken girls off of them that he felt were too hot for them, and they’d just taken it because his Quirk would allow no less.

Not anymore, apparently. Junichiro stares in disbelief at the messages rolling in from his business partners. Apparently, they’d had a recent chat and decided they were cutting him off. And they had the audacity to blackmail HIM with the illegal things he’d done, that they had documentation of, if he didn’t fuck right off and never interact with them again.

This… this couldn’t be happening. It was patently ridiculous! Some of the messages were talking about SUING him for emotional damages! What the fuck was going on?!

Finally, Junichiro mentally reaches for his Quirk. On top of infecting people with a slow-building addiction to him, it also gave him a sort of mental network of where said infected were in relation to himself. It was a map that spanned great parts of the city, a map he’d spent his entire life cultivating.

… It was gone. Not just the map, not just the numerous people he’d controlled with his Quirk… but the Quirk itself. He reached for it and felt NOTHING. His Quirk… was gone.

Not only that, but so was all his blackmail. Every message he’d sent and received, every video he’d saved to his phone and computer, every last ounce of dirt he’d collected on… more people then he could count. And now all of those people were blowing up his phone, suddenly angry with him in a way they quite literally couldn’t be while they were under the influence of his Quirk.

This… this wasn’t possible. Junichiro could hardly believe what was happening. Choking back tears, he hastily swipes away the messages STILL coming in and hastily dials One-One-Zero, calling the police. The phone rings for a moment, before someone picks up.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounds dreadfully bored, even as Junichiro gasps, his heart clenching in his chest.

“P-Please… you have to help me!”

“Sir? What is it sir?”

The voice on the other end starts to grow more interested, and Junichiro feels a small smidgen of hope as he forces out the words.

“M-My Quirk… I think my Quirk has been stolen!”

There’s a pause on the other end, before the Police Officer he’s talking to lets out a sigh.

“… Sure, sir. Your Quirk was… stolen.”

He sounds incredulous. Clearly, the officer doesn’t believe him. A burst of righteous indignation fills Junichiro as he snarls into the phone.

“I’m telling the truth! I had my Quirk just a few hours ago and now it’s GONE, damn it! This is serious!”

“Uh-huh… right. Alright sir, can I have your name? And do you have any idea who might have… stolen your Quirk?”

It’s incredibly obvious that the officer is now humoring him, but at least he hasn’t hung up. Letting out a shaky breath, tears streaming down his face, Junichiro slowly nods.

“My name… my name is Junichiro Gao. And I think… I think that bitch Ryukyu had something to do with this. She called me shortly before I lost my Quirk you see, and-!”

As soon as he’d said his name, there was tapping in the background, ostensibly the officer looking him up while Junichiro continued rambling on. Only to cut him off mid-sentence a moment later.

“Did you say Ryukyu? The Dragoon Hero?”

“Yes! I-!”

“Sir… misuse of police resources is a very serious offense. Slandering one of our Pro Heroes is even worse. Now, I know it must be hard having been born Quirkless… but that’s no reason to make up stories and waste my time.”

Wait, what? Junichiro chokes on his own spit.

“W-What?! I’m not-!”

“I’m hanging up now. Be grateful that I’m NOT going to report this to my superiors and have your ass hauled down here and charged.”

And with that, the call comes to an abrupt end. For a long moment, Junichiro just stares at his phone in disbelief. Him? Quirkless? He was NOT Quirkless. He wasn’t…

Eyes drifting down past his phone to his feet, Junichiro finds himself staring at his pinky toe. It’s like he’s never seen it before. Especially since he would swear to hell and back that he most definitely did NOT have an extra joint in his pinky toe the last time he looked at it. His entire world shrinks to a pinprick as he stares at the offending toe. His breathing comes out in increasingly heavy panting. He-

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Standing on the street outside of the bastard’s residence, Izuku smiles as a scream of pure horror reaches his ears, echoing through the evening air. It certainly sounds like the scream of someone whose life has just crumbled into a million pieces all around him. With his phone held up to his ear, even the person who he’s on a call with hears the scream. Tomura whistles low, before snickering.

“That our guy?”

Chuckling, Izuku sighs in satisfaction.

“Yes, it is.”

“Great, sounds like everything went according to plan. Not to worry bro, the League will keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t somehow manage to crawl out of this hell pit you’ve dug for him. Hehe, wouldn’t do for him to rebound, now would it?”

Smirking, Izuku shakes his head.

“No it would not. Thank you for your assistance, Tomura.”

“No problem, bro. Talk to you later.”

“Yeah.”

The phone call comes to an end… and Izuku turns to face his unexpected tagalong, watching as Momo Yaoyorozu steps out of the shadows, panting noisily and staring at him with a bright red face while openly touching herself.

“That was… so hot, I-zu-ku~ so, soooo hot.”

Izuku just raises an eyebrow, as she creeps closer and closer to him.

“Was it?”

He’s a little surprised that Momo had stalked him all the way here. Especially since she hadn’t followed him from the school, but had caught up with him at some point along the way instead. Still, he’d been aware of her presence for some time now.

“Uh-huh~ you’re a big, strong man, aren’t you? I love it. I love it so much. Please, Izuku Midoriya… please take me! Right here! Right now!”

That’s quite the offer. And certainly tempting after the day he had. See, there’s a reason he didn’t let the bastard wake up for several hours. Izuku had, after cleaning up the man’s phone and computer, gone around the city and cleared up every source of infection he could find. He’d freed dozens of people from the man’s Quirk, making sure that no lingering effects would keep them submissive and addicted to him even though he no longer had his previous ability.

Still, it’d made for a long afternoon and evening. And there was something to be said about celebrating a job well done. And yet… wasn’t Momo acting a little strange?