The blast echoed like a war cry.
Heroes stormed the twisted government tower—once a beacon of law and order, now a den of filth, corruption, and moans. A kingdom of sex and ruin ruled by one man alone.
They weren't ready.
At the heart of the main hall—lit by blood-red sunlight streaming through broken stained glass—he sat.
On a throne built from shattered golden statues of old heroes…
On top of a mound of twitching, broken heroines.
He didn't even look up. Just sighed, bored. Lazily tracing his fingers through sweat-slick hair and twitching thighs. His body was perfect—godlike, ripped, glistening in sex and sin.
Uraraka was slumped across his lap, legs hanging off the throne like a forgotten toy, her skin flushed and sticky. Her pussy twitched with every lazy bounce on his cock, leaking thick streams with every whimper.
"Hhhhaaah… n-nooo… I-I can't… not again…!" she gasped, drool sliding down her chin.
"Still clenching," he muttered, voice calm. "Still lying."
She twitched. A broken cry left her throat. Her back arched weakly.
"Fffuckkkk...~"
At his feet, Momo lay facedown, her belly distended like a cum-stuffed balloon. Her thighs were shaking. Milky trails painted her inner legs and ass in glistening shame.
"I-I was the top student…" she sobbed. "Wh-why… does it feel… so… good…?"
Her lips trembled, but her pussy kept leaking—dripping a mix of her failure and his victory.
Mina was just moaning now.
Her face pressed to the marble floor, eyes glazed and dumb with bliss. Her body trembled like it missed his touch, even while twitching from the aftershocks of being wrecked.
"More… p-please, I'll be good… I'll be a good toy…~"
He rose.
His cock glistened, heavy and coated in slick and spit and cum.
His steps squelched with every footfall on the heroines piled beneath him.
"You were heroes," he said, voice like the end of a dream. "Now you're nothing but holes."
The new wave of Pro Heroes froze in the doorway.
Bakugo. Todoroki. Endeavor. A few others.
They weren't just seeing defeat—they were seeing the future they lost.
"You sick fuck!" Bakugo roared, charging forward, palms already detonating. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Eros didn't flinch.
A twist of the wrist. A snap of bone.
Bakugo's body hit the wall in a cloud of dust and blood.
"You… you're not human," Todoroki muttered, eyes wide.
Eros tilted his head. "Thank you."
Behind him, unknown heroines wept softly.
A redhead speedster with bruises on her thighs.
An older heroine with glasses and blank eyes, whispering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
An angel-winged beauty twitching as cum dripped from her halo.
And then… the heroes attacked.
All of them.
It wasn't a battle—it was a massacre.
He moved like a god. Calm. Precise. Brutal.
Fists cracked ribs. Cocks crushed pride. Every motion was perfect. Every moan from the heroines only added to the weight of the scene.
But finally…
They got him.
It took everything—every ounce of power, every scream, every tear.
Ice wrapped around his chest.
Bakugo blew it to pieces from inside.
He collapsed.
Not screaming. Not afraid.
Just… smiling.
Blood dripped from his lips. His throne of heroines crumbled beneath him, the pile slipping into sobs and trembling limbs.
Momo let out a sound—somewhere between a scream and a sob.
She didn't know why.
But the second he fell, something inside her broke.
The heat was gone.
The weight was gone.
The pleasure… was gone.
He looked up, barely breathing, and whispered with his last breath:
"…See you again… eventually…"
And died.
Fade to black.