MHA Bleached prompts

Q&A 3

Kaoruko Awata, aka Bubble Girl, they say you remember the scents of the bulls who fuck you and use them in your bubbles to convert your fellow female heroes into getting fucked by white men. Is that true?

"I mean, how could I not?" The blue-skinned woman chuckled as she inhaled deeply, relishing the smells coming from the bubble floating beside her. "Oh my God, it is such a wonderful smell." She could feel herself getting wet just by sniffing it. "Mmmh~"

The masculine, vulgar, pungent odor invaded her nostrils, stimulating her brain and igniting her libido. It was intoxicating, addictive, and hypnotic. Every time she breathed in, the scent washed over her like a wave of pure ecstasy, engulfing her whole being and making her mind foggy with lust.

And there was plenty of that to go around. Each bubble contained the same aroma. A blend of sweat, semen, and testosterone. A concoction designed to drive women crazy. To make them crave white cock. "What do you think, Emi?"

"God, Kaoroko, this smell is so strong~" It was mostly a lucky happenstance that both of their agencies had scheduled a joint patrol, and Kaoroko couldn't pass up this golden opportunity to introduce Emi to white men—as she walked by the bubble. "It's almost like... oh fuck, it is so fucking intoxicating." The green-haired heroine squirmed uncomfortably as she fought back against the overwhelming desire to touch herself. "It's making me so wet..."

Ms. Joke wasn't her first victim, though; there were many others before her. She had already converted Izumi when she did her work studies at Sir Nighteye's agency, as well as Ryukyu and her girls after Overhaul was defeated. "Just sniff it~ It will feel amazing~"

Emi did exactly as instructed and brought her nose closer to the sphere floating in front of her, breathing deeply as she inhaled the musky fumes emanating from it. Her whole body quivered in pleasure as the powerful scent wafted through her nostrils, invading her system and stimulating her senses.

Her pussy grew even wetter. She could feel her juices seeping through her panties and dripping down her legs. Her knees shook slightly as she struggled to stand upright, fighting back against the urge to collapse right then and there. "Fucking hell, what is this stuff!?" The comedian asked, taking another deep whiff of the bubble's contents. "It's driving me crazy!"

"Do you want to know where it came from?" Kaoroko asked casually, smiling smugly at her fellow heroine. "I can show you~"

"Haa... Yes... Yes, I do..."

Asked by Earth_Dragoon :

Moe Kamiji, aka Burnin, how many times have you had a white guy fuck you on your boss's desk? And what about the rumors of you having Fuyumi Todoroki join you in the act?

"I—I don't... Fuck! Ah! Haa! I—I don't know! Ooooh~" The flame-haired heroine moaned loudly, her voice echoing throughout the office. Her nails dug into the wooden surface of her boss' desk as she clung to it for dear life. Her breasts pressed against the cold surface, squished between her torso and the hardwood, while her ass was raised high in the air, the tip of a thick, white cock brushing against her cervix with each thrust.

She had lost count of how many times she had been fucked in this very same position, in this very same place. Ever since Endeavor hired an American hero agency to assist him in his hero work, Moe found herself getting filled with white cock every day, whether it was during work hours or not.

It was heaven.

"Oh dear! That's it—destroy my pussy at my father's workplace! It feels so good!"

Fuyumi was just as eager as her. She had been the one who suggested that they should fuck in her father's office. She wanted to piss him off even more. So here she was, Full Nelson, locked by a muscular American man, showing the beautiful connection between the marble-colored monster and her delicate white flower to Moe.