My Harem Academy

Sunlight peeked persistently through the gaps in the curtains, slicing through the dim room like a blade. Even with his eyes tightly shut, the brilliance pressing against his eyelids was enough to be annoying. After a few moments, the intrusion became too much, rousing Mitarai from his slumber.

"Ugh… already morning?"

Squinting against the brightness, Mitarai groaned, his face twisting in mild irritation. He'd nearly forgotten the events leading up to this moment, but the sunlight confirmed it, daybreak had arrived.

Pushing off the blanket that barely covered his well-sculpted physique, Mitarai's bare body came into view, glistening with traces of the intense training he'd undergone over the last couple of days.

But his attention soon shifted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of another figure—a body quite unlike his own. Soft, curvaceous, and unmistakably feminine, it belonged to none other than the pro hero, Mirko.

The evidence of their late-night "activities" clung stubbornly to their skin, dried and marking trails across abs, breasts, and thighs like battle scars from an entirely different kind of sparring match.

"…Rumi, wake up."

Though his primal urges began to stir again, Mitarai gritted his teeth, commanding the beast within to settle. Instead, he gently shook Mirko, determined to rouse her from sleep.

Day One of Workplace Experience~~

When Mitarai selected Mirko—one of Japan's most relentless heroes—as the pro hero to supervise for his workplace experience, he hadn't expected such unorthodox arrangements.

Since Mirko didn't maintain a formal hero office, she had taken him in… at her home.

From the outset, he'd anticipated a chaotic living space, given her constant travels and high-energy lifestyle. But what greeted him had far surpassed his expectations.

Scattered among the untidy belongings were not only articles of clothing—some panties—but also certain… adult toys left boldly out in the open.

Even Takashi Mitarai, who had grown used to handling awkward situations, was momentarily stunned.

However, the sight was enough to make even a pro-hero such as Rumi Usagiyama blush deeply. With a startled yell, she'd used her incredible leg strength to swiftly push him out of the way and gather the more… incriminating objects.

Once she had cleared out the clutter, at least the visible parts, Mitarai was finally able to settle into his assigned room.

Mirko's place was surprisingly spacious, with a guest futon laid out as if new. However, the additional clutter shoved into the room left much to be desired.

Mitarai sighed, mumbling under his breath, "Starting off like this… yeah, this week's gonna be a blast."

Curiosity soon got the better of him, and he found himself peeking into a stack of boxes left haphazardly near the futon. One of them, suspiciously unsealed, drew his attention.

He opened it carefully.

What he found made him freeze.

"Oh… this is—what the fuck—adult toys? Seriously?"

There was a large amount and variety of adult products for women, most of which were (presumably) hardcore.

Among the collection, Mitarai picked up a silicone vibrator modeled after a man's dick. Its weight, texture, and firmness all mimicked the real thing, though its size was far beyond anything he'd call "standard."

He glanced at it, measuring it in his hand. "This thing's thicker than a damn water bottle… How the hell—"

Digging deeper, Takashi unearthed nipple clamps, well-used dildos, and even more extreme items like anal beads and gag balls.

The sheer variety of tools in the box spoke volumes about Mirko's… sexual fetishes.

Just as Mitarai whispered to himself, "Damn, she's into some wild shit…" a sharp chop landed squarely on his head.

"Ow! What the fuck!?"

Behind him stood Mirko, arms crossed, ears twitching with irritation. Her flushed face betrayed both embarrassment and annoyance.

"Touch my fucking stuff again!! Brat and I'll kick your ass harder than any villain ever will."

The atmosphere in the room had turned thick, almost suffocating, as Mitarai rubbed the back of his head where Mirko's sharp chop had landed.

"Ow… that seriously hurt," he muttered, shooting a playful glare her way.

"You idiot! What the hell were you thinking!?" Mirko's voice cracked into a shrill pitch, her face bright red and veins bulging on her temples, somehow managing the impossible blend of furious crimson and embarrassed blue.

"Alright, alright, calm down. Deep breaths—inhale, exhale. Inhale… inhale… inhale—"

"SUUUUU—!" she obeyed in an exaggerated fashion, only to choke mid-breath. "Cough! Cough! Are you trying to kill me, dumbass!?"

"Didn't think you'd take it that literally," Mitarai smirked, unfazed.

Though the light comedy-like conversation helped diffuse some tension, Mirko's glare still bore down on him like a predator sizing up prey.

Her embarrassment was warranted—after all, the guy she was supposed to supervise had stumbled upon her "secret stash" of adult and lewd toys.

It was akin to a teenager's diary being read aloud in class, only a thousand times worse. And yet, Mitarai felt compelled to defend himself.

"Look, I'm just saying… I'm not the one who told me to use this room!! You assigned it to me, and the box was right there. Hell, if you'd just let me go home or booked a hotel, none of this would've happened." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit! Die already!" she snapped, her voice cracking again.

"And for the record," Takashi added with mock seriousness, "I'm actually impressed. Didn't know anyone could amass such a… comprehensive collection of erotic gear."

Mirko turned an even deeper shade of red, steam practically shooting out of her ears. "You—YOU'RE DEAD!"

"Relax. It's not like I'm judging you. Makes sense, considering your quirk and all…" Mitarai trailed off, but his words hit their mark.

"Wha—what the hell's that supposed to mean!?" Mirko stammered, her tone faltering as she clutched her ears in mortification.

"It's basic biology, isn't it? Rabbits have year-round mating cycles. You've got a hero rabbit quirk, so… well, the math adds up," he said matter-of-factly as if discussing the weather.

Rumi froze, her jaw dropping.

"Don't get me wrong. I get it! Quirk-based quirks and side effects are totally normal. I'm not here to tease you or anything, I also have a sex-based quirk" Mitarai continued, raising his hands in surrender.

"We can just forget this ever happened—"

He didn't get to finish his sentence.

In a blur of motion, Mirko lunged, pushing him down onto the futon with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs.

Before he could react, she'd straddled him, her powerful thicc thighs pinning him in place.

"H-Hey, what's the big idea!?" Mitarai struggled, but her strength was overwhelming.

The heat radiating from her body made his skin prickle, and the intensity in her golden eyes froze him in place.

"I've got a great idea," Mirko said, her lips curling into a mischievous grin.

"And you're gonna help me with it."

"W-Wait a second! Are you serious right now!?" Mitarai's voice cracked as he tried to process the situation.

"You found out my secret stash, and you've got the equipment to do something about it," she teased, grinding her hips slightly.

"Isn't it only fair for me to… repay you? You know, to keep your mouth shut."

"Repay—what the hell are you—mmph?!"

Mitarai's protests were silenced as Mirko pressed her lips to his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth without hesitation. It was fierce, wild, and completely domineering.

Mitarai's eyes widened in shock as the lewd squelching sounds of their kiss filled his ears, amplified when she clasped her hands over them.

The sensation was overwhelming. Every wet, salacious noise echoed in his mind, drowning out rational thought. His body, despite his protests, began to respond.

By the time she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connected their mouths. Both were panting, their breaths heavy and uneven.

"Y-You know this is… grounds for dismissal, right?" Mitarai managed to choke out, his face flushed.

"Call it part of the hush money," Mirko replied, a devilish smirk on her lips.

There was no stopping her now, and frankly, Mitarai didn't want to stop her either.

As the tension between them reached its breaking point, the line separating hero from apprentice blurred entirely.

The beast had taken over, and neither had any intention of holding back.

In the midst of this naughty chaos, Mitarai silently cursed his luck—both good and bad.

Having a harem was exhausting enough. Adding a pro hero such as Mirko to the mix?

Absolutely fucking insane.

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