【Endeavour】Declaration of deodorization in mist sauna (Patreon)

Endeavor Sighting at XX City

While doing my daily surfing, I came across information about the famous number one hero on the "Gekisai.com Hero Sightings Board.

The bigger the hero becomes, the more doubtful the authenticity of the sightings on the Internet bulletin board becomes.

This is even more true for Endeavor, who has a lot of hardcore anti-heroes as well, but this time the situation was a little different.

Super Public Bath "Hi-iro Hot Spring", XX City

"Two hours before closing, I ran into Endeavor on his way home from work!　The towels were so big they looked like they were made for children."

"The width of the sauna is too big, and it's too annoying to have the sauna all to yourself."

"Only a hero with so many kids would have a penis the size of a normal one.

There were several posts over the days. Each was in a different style, but they all spoke of his presence in a strangely vivid way.

XX city is not far from the location of Endeavor's office. It might be worth a visit.

After obsessively compiling several of the posts, I was able to infer a bit about his behavior pattern.

Apparently, Endeavor shows up at the bathhouse the day after a rainy day, when the humidity and temperature are above a certain level. If this is true, it's the best 'condition'.

I waited for a rainy day. I checked the forecast every morning, and I kept an eye on Endeavor's news.

Finally, the day came.

"Muu......Nuu........."

When I opened the door of the sauna, there was the hero.

He had the same frame as an impersonal human being, but he was a huge, strong warrior who had worked out every inch of his body. He was as wide as two people, and he let out a low roar, his brow furrowed, and his body, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, slumped into the sauna.

I wondered what the heat of a sauna would mean to a flame hero, but the effect was obvious in his expression and the sweat that was gushing all over his body.

Endeavor was squeezing the sweat out of his body with an expression as if he were being judged for his sins.

What is it about the way he occasionally lifts his well-trained arms, exposing his hair-covered and very smelly armpits?

Excuse me, excuse me.

"...... Mm."

When the humidity is this high, it's nice to sweat it out in the sauna.

"M--m, well, ...... I guess so."

I sat down beside him as I spoke to him, and he replied dutifully with a distant look in his eyes. It seems that his story about how he tries to provide fan service as a hero, though clumsily, is true.

But it stinks.

"Nu--!"

I uttered just one word, something I had inferred from an online posting, and the reaction was surprisingly clear and tangible.

Endeavor, who had previously responded raw, bounced his voice, tightened his exposed sides, and lifted his hips just a little bit off of me.

No, he said, the ...... trees smell like that when it keeps raining. I said.

'"Ah--, yeah, that's right,....... When the humidity is high, you can't help but - well, the odor tends to stay in the air. That's right ......."

Endeavor turned his sweaty bearded face toward us and spoke to us with a snort and a heck of a lot of talk.

"I hope you don't mind, you smell so bad."

The voice from the back of the sauna made Endeavor's shoulders tense again.

"Aren't you ashamed to have your whole body sticky with sweat?"

"There's no such thing as adult etiquette, is there?"

It's not hard to see how a big guy with a big body would smell that bad.

Endeavor listens, wide-eyed and without cringing, to the complaints that suddenly erupt from all corners of the sauna.

"No, no way--is this about me?"

Then he muttered in fear.

Yes, that's right.

I nodded without a pause.

No, it was bad. I was surprised that the sauna was filled with the smell of men's armpits, rather than the smell of wood or aromatics or anything else. I wondered how they could smell so bad.

"Noooo ......, not that much, that much--I'm ......."

Endeavor looked hurt and lifted himself up by his sides and shivered.

"I wonder if I stink. ......"

It worked.

I was jumping up and down inside with a sense of accomplishment.

It took all these requirements, but that number one hero was into my 'personality'!

Yes, there is no one to blame Endeavor in this sauna. It is a foggy illusion created in this secret room.

Impossible to use in a large place. Requires information on the subject. In addition, a large amount of fog must be inhaled, and until now, it has never been used properly. But today was different.

A place where Endeavor's complex can be stimulated and fog can be inhaled at the same time.

The conditions were perfect for this sauna.

"I ...... wonder if my ...... armpits stink. ......"

A gruff voice echoed through the sauna, as if he were talking in his sleep.

Whether it was a denial-in-waiting or a self-deprecating confirmation, Endeavor asked again about his body odor.

"Yeah, well hi."

"It's thick and smelly on top of that."

"It's different from a fresh, sweaty smell, but it's like it's been burned or fermented or something."

"It smells like meat that's been left in a hot place."

"I wonder what your son will think."

"Children and women won't like it."

One after another, phantom after phantom spoke to Endeavor, laughing.

"M--muh ...... nuh-uh ........."

Each time Endeavor would wiggle his ridiculously large body in the sauna and lift his sides with a burble.

Apparently, he was very concerned about it.

A rainy day. High humidity. Why would Endeavor go to the trouble of using a public sauna facility when there are plenty of shower rooms and saunas in the office?

He must have started to worry about his own body odor now. To get rid of the sweat and the smell, he came here in secret.

It seemed that his guess was spot on.

"Hahaha. ......"

"Oh, it stinks so bad."

"I don't know what you're thinking, going to all that trouble to sprinkle that kind of smell in such a closed room."

"Don't tell me it's Endeavor's fanservice to have the guys sniff you?"

"Wow, so our number one hero was a total pervert."

"Mmm!　Oh, I'm not that kind of a-- no ......, no, no, no, I'm not ......!"

Endeavor was simply flummoxed when the people he was supposed to be protecting pointed out his stench and perversity, and he was unable to properly refute them.

The hero's complex is exposed, laughed at, and tasted in front of a group of people.

The number one hero was surprisingly easily entangled in a pornographic development that is all too common in back-room videos.

He was probably not accustomed to such obscenity, even though he had a child. All I had to do was give him a few words and send him a phantom of a look, and his surprisingly huge cock rose up between his legs.

At the end of the workday, the righteously steaming sides, neck, soles, and genitals ...... of the man's body assert their presence.

The most important thing to remember is that the man's body is not a hero, it's just that he's not a hero. ......

The most important thing to remember is that you don't have to be a hero to be able to tolerate the presence of a man. 

"I was like, "No, ah ......, I'm sorry, I didn't know that ...... at all until now... ...!"

No, it's not right. It's not normal for your family members to point out all these smells, is it?

"Oh, I, I've never had ............ family ...... pointed out to me, I, I Ever ...... noooo ......"

I could feel his body heat up red hot.

The shame, contrition, and excitement that welled up from the depths of his body overflowed Endeavor's body in the form of sweat and semen.

The humiliation that was pounded into his foggy head in the hot sauna forced his brain to become aroused.

The sad, great pillar of agony swirls around him and heats his hips. The points of view that he would normally not want to be told are now just complaints that will lead him to ejaculation.

"Oh, the stinky smell."

"You're a bad hero."

"No, you're a terrible old man, you've been living with this smell for decades."

"Oh, sorry ...... sorry, I'm--I'm"

Endeavor, his crotch erect, repeated his apologies to an unsuspecting audience.

Then, what did he think? He put his nose close to his side and began to suck with surprising vigor.

"I' m sorry, I'm sucking. I take full responsibility for everything--everything."

To my surprise, he began desperately trying to inhale all the odors coming from his armpits and feet himself.

How healthy or foolish. This seemed to be Endeavor's solution to his empty-headedness caused by the illusion.

However, by so intensely sucking, my individuality began to work more strongly in Endeavor, like an outburst.

"No--nooooooooo!"

Endeavor turned his face to the door and his eyes widened in astonishment.

The door opened.

Smell, smell, Endeavor stunk. The smell of aging. Manly smell. Armpit stinks. Cock stinks. Ass stinks. Feet stink. His suit stinks.

Men rush into the sauna, one after the other, accosting Endeavor. They point, laugh, turn their heads, pick their noses, and drive the number one hero away one after the other.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, please, do something, do something--!"

Endeavor couldn't take it anymore and tangled with me next to him as if to ask for help.

Caught firmly by his huge manly body, I gave him a word of ...... tome advice.

If you bathe in more and more stinky stuff, your body odor will disappear.

At that moment, the vision Endeavor was seeing changed.

All the men erected at once, and a large number of rods of flesh surrounded Endeavor.

More than body odor. The area overflowing from the man's crotch, overflowing with a thick body fluid known as the squid smell, was facing Endeavor.

"Oh, ........."

Endeavor contorted his masculine, austere face and accepted it.

A large amount of semen splattered against his side, aimed at his breastplate, and down his legs.

"Noooooo ......, it stinks ...... ahhhhh ...... too much, it smells ...... ...ugh."

Endeavor was limp and leaning back against the wall, muttering over and over with an empty expression on his face.

How much time had passed since then?

Almost ten spurts of semen had already erupted from his long, thick, stiffly erect cock.

In his mind, he had been sprayed with semen by many men, but in reality, it was all his own bodily fluids.

It was hilarious. He had intended to cover up the smell, but he had made the hero smell even worse himself.

However, Endeavor's face showed little pain or sadness.

Is he relieved that his body odor no longer smells?

Or is he relieved that his crime has been judged?

His eyes did not reveal the details of his heart.

But far below his face.

His ridiculously large meat stick was erect all the time, expressing pleasure and joy.

Good for you, Endeavor. This side of you smells nothing but semen now.

"Oh ...... well, ah, thank you ...... thank you ......"

Endeavor sniffed his cum-covered armpits and repeatedly thanked him for not going anywhere.