My Cuck Academia: Cuck System in My Hero Academia

Kima groaned as he rolled over, the morning light piercing through the blinds like an unwelcome guest. 

Beside him, Momo lay sprawled out, her hair a tangled mess and the faintest sheen of sweat still glistening on her skin. 

Her tits, heavy and perfect, rose and fell with each slow breath. He couldn't help but stare. Last night, for the first time, she had actually cum while they had sex.

That fact alone made him feel like less of a loser for about five seconds. Sure, he'd gotten her off, but it was thanks to his system pushing him to "unlock her potential" by crossing lines that normal people would never even consider. 

Not that he was complaining. Hell, her moans were still echoing in his head.

As he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the familiar chime of his system interrupted his thoughts.

[Status Update.]

The holographic window popped up in front of him, obnoxiously bright and full of numbers that made him cringe.

==Cuck System==

Name: Kima Yami

Age: 18

Quirk(s): Teleportation.

Harem: Momo Yaoyorozu.

Strength: F

Agility: F+

Stamina: F+

Luck: A-

====

He sighed, already bracing himself for the inevitable.

[New Daily Mission: Expose Momo's bare tits to three men before midnight.

Reward: Unlock Quirk—Faceless.

Failure Penalty: Penis size reduced by 2 centimeters.]

Kima stared at the penalty and nearly choked. "Two centimeters?! You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered, his voice low enough not to wake Momo. 

It wasn't like he had much to lose down there as it was.

[Faceless: When activated, the user and anyone under its effect will become unrecognizable. Perfect for anonymity in public or private situations.]

He exhaled sharply. That was useful—really useful. No more worrying about people catching on or blowing his cover. He needed this quirk, no matter how insane the task was.

He turned to Momo, still sleeping peacefully, her chest barely covered by the sheets. 

The sight of her bare shoulders and the curve of her cleavage made his pulse quicken. If she'd trusted him before, surely she'd go along with this.

"Momo," he whispered, reaching out to nudge her awake.

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Mmm, Kima?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hey," he said softly, trying to sound casual. "I... I've got another idea. You remember how last time we, uh, pushed some boundaries?"

Her brow furrowed slightly as she sat up, the blanket slipping down to reveal her bare skin. "Boundaries?" she echoed, blinking at him.

"Yeah," he said, scratching the back of his head. "You know, how we... experimented with being a little bold? For the sake of strength?"

She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you saying you've got another challenge for us?"

"Something like that," he admitted. "This one's... different. It's about vulnerability again, but more public."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see the gears turning in her head. "Public? How public?"

"Well," he hesitated, running a hand through his messy hair. "Like, what if we went out and... showed a little skin? Nothing crazy. Just... maybe flash some guys. Like, you know, homeless dudes or something. They won't care. Hell, they'd probably love it."

Momo's cheeks flushed a deep red, and for a moment, Kima thought she might slap him. But then she surprised him by laughing—a soft, almost shy sound.

"You want me to flash strangers?" she asked, her tone teasing.

"Only if you're comfortable," he said quickly, holding his hands up defensively. "Think of it as... charity. You'd be making their day."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smirk tugging at her lips. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Maybe," he said, grinning despite himself. "But it's harmless. And you'd look amazing."

Momo let out a long sigh, her fingers brushing through her hair. "Alright. If it's that important to you, I'll do it. But only because I trust you."

Kima's heart raced as he nodded. 

"Thanks, Momo. You're the best."

She laughed again, throwing the blanket off as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Let's just get this over with before I change my mind."

The day had been perfect—laughing, holding hands, and just feeling like a real couple for once. 

Kima couldn't help but feel a small sliver of normalcy, even though he knew what was waiting for them later. Momo smiled, oblivious to the ticking clock in his head and the system breathing down his neck.

When night fell, the vibe shifted. The park was sketchy as hell, barely lit, with shadows swallowing most of the benches and trees. 

A few homeless guys lingered around; some passed out, others sipping from bottles wrapped in brown paper. It smelled like piss and regret. The perfect setting for what Kima needed.

Momo clung to his arm, her usual confidence faltering. "This is... a lot," she muttered, her voice shaky. "Are you sure about this, Kima?"

He nodded, trying to keep his own nerves in check. "Yeah, it'll be quick. No one's gonna remember. You trust me, right?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "I do."

"Good," he said, pulling her toward the first guy. He was slumped on a bench, muttering something unintelligible to himself, a half-empty bottle in his lap.

"Hey," Kima called out, nudging the guy's foot. "Wanna see something?"

The man looked up, confused, his eyes glazed over. Before he could say a word, Momo reached for her sweater with trembling hands. She hesitated, biting her lip, but Kima gave her a reassuring nod.

She pulled it down, and her tits spilled out, bouncing free in the cool night air. Perfect, round, and so big they practically defied gravity.

The guy's jaw dropped, and his bottle slipped from his hand, hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Holy... fuck," he croaked, his voice slurring.

"Alright, that's enough," Kima said, tugging Momo away before the guy could do anything else.

Her face was burning red, her hands trembling as she fixed her sweater. "This is so embarrassing," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"You're doing great," Kima said, even though his heart was racing just as much. "Only four more."

The second guy was leaning against a tree, scratching his ass. He looked even more out of it than the first. Momo pulled her sweater down again; this time, the guy's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. 

He let out a wheezy laugh, coughing mid-way through. "Best fuckin' night ever," he rasped.

By the third, something shifted. Momo wasn't shaking as much. Her movements were smoother and less hesitant. 

The fourth guy didn't even get a chance to react before she flashed him, her tits glistening under the faint light of a street lamp. His face lit up like Christmas morning, and he muttered a breathless "Thank you, ma'am," like she'd just saved his life.

The fifth was the kicker. A grizzled man with a wild beard and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He wasn't even paying attention until Momo yanked her sweater down again. 

This time, there was no hesitation. Her tits bounced free, and she held them there for a moment longer, almost like she was showing off.

"Damn, girl," the man said, flicking his cigarette to the ground. "Bless you."

As they walked away from the fifth guy, Kima noticed Momo still hadn't pulled her sweater all the way back up. 

Her flushed cheeks and the faint smirk tugging at her lips told him everything he needed to know—she'd started enjoying it.

"See? Told you it'd be fine," Kima teased, nudging her with his elbow.

She rolled her eyes but didn't deny it. "You're lucky I love you," she muttered, finally fixing her sweater. "But don't expect me to make this a habit."

"Of course not," Kima said with a grin, though his mind was already spinning with possibilities.

The system's familiar chime cut through his thoughts.

[Mission Complete. Reward Unlocked: Faceless Quirk.]

[Bonus Reward Achieved: Teleportation Range Increased to 15 Meters.]

Kima blinked in surprise as a second notification popped up.

[Note: Going beyond mission requirements earns bonus rewards, cuck]

A wicked grin spread across his face. Fifteen meters was a game-changer. 

This system was throwing him a lifeline, and he was determined to grab it with both hands.

"What are you smiling about?" Momo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just... appreciating how amazing you are," Kima replied, slipping his arm around her waist as they left the park.

Momo shook her head, but her faint blush betrayed her. "You're unbelievable."

Unbelievable or not, Kima knew one thing for sure: with Momo loosening up and the system practically begging him to keep going, his shitty, powerless life was finally starting to look up.