The atmosphere at U.A. had been tense for several weeks after the USJ Incident. Security was tightened, the teachers were more vigilant, and the students of Class 1-A were still processing their trauma and near-death experiences. In the midst of it all, Tom Jacker remained an anomaly. He attended classes half-heartedly, often looking bored, and became the subject of both curious and worried glances from his classmates. Aizawa watched him like a hawk, his every move analyzed, though they could find nothing other than a teenager with immeasurable power and an extraordinary attitude of indifference.
Then, Principal Nezu made an announcement: The U.A. Sports Festival would proceed as scheduled. This was U.A.'s way of showing the world that they were not intimidated by the villain attack and that the spirit of heroism still burned brightly.
For most students, this was a golden opportunity. The Sports Festival was a giant stage to showcase their abilities to Pro Heroes looking for potential interns, as well as to all of Japan. They trained hard, pushing their Quirks to their limits.
Tom? He spent his time "experimenting." One day, he made all the furniture in the Class 1-A common room float in a complex ballet formation using Telekinesis. On another day, he teleported to the kitchen and returned with a stack of various ice cream flavors for himself, right in the middle of Aizawa's lesson. When asked why he wasn't training, he simply replied, "What for? I'm already amazing."
The day of the Sports Festival arrived. The giant U.A. stadium was filled with tens of thousands of cheering spectators, media from all over the world, and countless Pro Heroes. Class 1-A, as the class that survived a major villain attack, received special attention as they entered the arena. Tom walked among them, looking like someone who had wandered into the wrong event, more like a tourist than a participant.
Present Mic served as the booming-voiced MC, introducing each class. When Class 1-A was called, all eyes were on them, and many whispered about the "mysterious student" who had defeated the Nomu.
On the judges' and commentators' stage sat several Pro Heroes, including Midnight, the R-Rated Hero. She looked as stunning as ever, but her sharp eyes occasionally glanced towards Tom Jacker.
Before the festival began, Nezu and Aizawa had spoken with her privately.
"Midnight," Nezu had said in his typical serious tone. "Tom Jacker is an entity we do not yet fully understand. His power is immense, but his motivation... is unclear. We want you to use your expertise."
"My expertise?" Midnight had asked with a meaningful smile.
"Interaction," Aizawa explained curtly. "Approach him. Find out what he wants. What his weaknesses are, if any. This festival is an opportunity to observe him in a more controlled environment."
Midnight accepted the assignment with the enthusiasm of a professional. Tom Jacker was the most interesting and potentially most dangerous puzzle she had ever encountered. She looked towards Tom, who was yawning amidst the tense crowd of Class 1-A students. This was going to be a very special "private lesson."
The first event of the festival was announced: an Obstacle Race. The students prepared at the starting line.
"Alright, you hero hopefuls!" Present Mic yelled. "Are you ready?!"
Tom just sighed. "Let's get this over with."
Midnight watched Tom from above, a calculated smile on her face. Her game with U.A.'s strangest student was about to begin.
The first event of the Sports Festival, the Obstacle Race, unfolded exactly as those who were beginning to know Tom Jacker expected: with efficient chaos. While other students struggled past giant robots, treacherous chasms, and minefields, Tom simply sighed, then teleported from one safe point to the next. He even stopped in the middle of "The Fall" (the man-made chasm) to watch the other students painstakingly cross, before finally teleporting to the finish line with a bored expression. He didn't try to be first, only to complete the course with minimal effort, which somehow landed him in the top ranks alongside Todoroki and Bakugo, much to Bakugo's annoyance.
After the first round was over and the students were resting before the second, Midnight approached Tom, who was sitting alone in the participants' stands, looking completely uninterested in the surrounding commotion.
"Jacker-kun," Midnight purred in her soft, seductive voice, her whip swinging casually, its tip occasionally touching her own thigh in a provocative gesture. "Quite an... efficient performance in the first round."
Tom turned to her, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes tracing Midnight's curves with an assessing gaze that made the hair on her arms stand up. "I just don't like to sweat if I don't have to, Sensei."
"Of course," Midnight said, sitting beside him, her posture deliberately arranged to expose more of her cleavage. The sweet scent of her perfume mixed with pheromones began to spread, trying to ensnare the student next to her. "But as a hero-in-training, you must learn to unleash your full potential. Perhaps you need a little... extra motivation?"
She moved her face closer, her bright red lips nearly brushing his ear, her eyes, usually hidden by her mask, now looking at Tom with a meaningful intensity, promising hidden pleasures. This was part of the "evaluation" Nezu had requested. She would use all her tricks to elicit a reaction, to understand what lay behind this mysterious student's indifferent facade.
Tom just chuckled lowly, his voice husky and full of mockery. "Motivation? I have plenty of motivation, Midnight-sensei. The question is, do you have anything interesting enough to offer in return?"
The game began. Midnight started using her R-Rated Hero persona to its fullest. She spoke in a low tone, full of innuendo and veiled promises of pleasure and obedience. She tried to use her Somnambulist Quirk subtly, releasing her sleep-inducing fragrance in small doses, hoping to make Tom more receptive, more open to her influence.
However, Tom was completely unaffected. In fact, he seemed increasingly amused, as if watching an entertaining show. "Your perfume is unique, Sensei," he said, pretending to sniff the air at her neck, his lips almost touching her smooth skin. "Makes me a little... sleepy? No, it's more like it makes me wonder if there are more interesting side effects after you've fallen asleep in my arms."
Midnight was slightly taken aback. Her Quirk should have worked, at least causing a minimal effect of drowsiness. But Tom seemed completely unaffected, even mocking her. She decided to raise the stakes, using her physical charms more directly.
"Perhaps we could discuss your 'potential' further in a more private place?" Midnight whispered, her hand "accidentally" touching Tom's thigh, her fingers playing over the fabric of his uniform. "I have some very effective 'teaching methods' for a special student like you. Methods that involve physical contact and a deep understanding."
Tom grinned widely, showing a row of white teeth. He knew exactly what Midnight was trying to do, and he was enjoying the game. And he decided to play along, but by his own rules, where he was the one in control. "Lead the way, Sensei. I'm always interested in private lessons, especially from such a... dedicated teacher."
Midnight led him to a private lounge for the teachers, far from the crowds and prying eyes.
As soon as the door closed with a soft click, Midnight acted. She pushed Tom against the wall, trying to assert her dominance. "So, Tom-kun," she hissed, pressing her curvaceous body against him. "Let's see just how 'special' you are. I'm going to teach you the true meaning of 'discipline'."
Tom let her. He was enjoying her efforts. He let Midnight kiss him, let her hero hands grope his body, and let her dirty whispers fill his ears. He played his part as the intimidated student perfectly, a performance for his own amusement.
Feeling she had the upper hand, Midnight pushed him onto a table, sending books scattering. She wrapped her legs around Tom's waist. "Still think you're in control, you naughty boy?"
That was his cue.
With inhuman speed, Tom turned the tables. In an instant, it was Midnight underneath him, pinned to the messy table. The whip that had been at her hip was now in his hand. With swift, efficient movements, Tom bound Midnight's wrists to the heavy table legs, stretching her body into a vulnerable position.
"Wrong, Sensei," Tom whispered, his voice low and full of absolute victory. "The lesson has just begun. And I'm the teacher now."
Midnight's eyes widened in shock, then glinted with a mixture of fear and unexpected arousal. This was beyond her control. She tugged at her restraints, but the whip held her fast.
"Ahhh... so you finally show your real teeth," she hissed, trying to maintain the last vestiges of her courage.
"I'd rather your mouth be busy with other things," Tom growled. He ripped her blouse open with a single rough pull, revealing a black lace bra. Then, he slapped her inner thigh, hard. The pale skin immediately flushed red, leaving the imprint of his hand.
Midnight screamed, a strange mix of pain and pleasure.
Tom grinned. "Scream. No one will hear you." He ripped her bra and panties off roughly, leaving shreds of fabric on the floor. "LOOK AT YOURSELF!" he yelled, mimicking Midnight's earlier taunting tone. "Look at how this slut of a teacher gets wet from just a little punishment!"
He thrust two fingers into her soaking wet sex without warning. Midnight arched like a bow, screaming in pain as the rough fingers pierced her.
"DAMN IT! Harder, you little bastard!" she shrieked, instinctively trying to fight the pain by demanding more.
Tom laughed mockingly. He added a third finger, stretching her roughly. "So pathetic," he hissed, twisting his fingers inside her, tormenting her. "Just a few fingers and you're ready to give up? The other students would be ashamed to have such a perverted teacher."
Her slick juices flowed freely down her thighs, dripping onto the floor. She lifted her hips desperately, her eyes glassy from a forced climax. Tom pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving Midnight groaning in frustration.
Before Midnight could protest, Tom had flipped her over. Her face was forced against the cold surface of the table, her ass raised high in a humiliating, inviting position. Tom slapped her ass again, harder this time, the sound echoing in the silent room.
"You were right, Sensei," Tom whispered in her ear, while his free hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "I haven't even started. Now, you will receive your real 'lesson'."
Midnight's next words were cut off by a long groan as Tom penetrated her from behind with a single, rough, and deep thrust. The room echoed with the sound of colliding skin.
"NOT ENOUGH! DESTROY ME DEEPER, YOU BASTARD!" Midnight screamed, her voice hoarse.
Tom grabbed her neck with one hand, choking her possessively, restricting her breath while accelerating his savage thrusts. Midnight choked, her body trembling violently as her brain was deprived of oxygen, the sensation amplifying the painful pleasure.
"Enjoy this, Sensei," Tom hissed, cruelly slowing his movements, torturing her with each controlled pull and push. "This is a lesson on how to be a helpless whore in front of your student."
Midnight could only groan and cry, her curses mixing with desperate sobs. Her hips tried to push back, searching for a release that never came. Finally, with a savage growl, Tom slammed into her with a final volley of thrusts. Midnight's body arched violently, convulsing in a devastating, uncontrollable orgasm as he released himself deep inside her.
She collapsed on the table, bound and broken.
Tom stood up, not even breathing hard. He looked at Midnight, who was lying limp, her body still trembling. He untied her wrists, then calmly straightened his uniform. The familiar sensation of the System flowed into him.
[System Panel]
- 'Target Defeated' condition has been met through psychological domination and total physical conquest.
- System Notification: 'Somnambulist' ability has been copied. Slots filled: 6/6.
- Description: The ability to exude a fragrance from the body that can put people into a deep sleep.
Tom smiled, satisfied. A new, useful toy.
He walked to the door, then stopped and looked back, watching Midnight as she still struggled to rise, her body covered in bruises and marks of ownership.
"Thank you for the 'lesson,' Midnight-sensei," Tom said with a cold, mocking tone. "It was very... enlightening. I hope you learned something valuable today: Never play a game you can't win."
He walked out, leaving the R-Rated Hero alone in the chaos they had created, shattered not just physically, but psychologically, forever marked by a student who turned out to be an uncontrollable monster.