I am a hitman.
I was picked up from an orphanage by an organization and trained relentlessly from then on. I officially began accepting assassination missions after turning fifteen. I'm now twenty-seven years old, and I don't have any particular regrets about my life.
When I'm not on a mission, I usually watch anime films or similar things.
But those who walk the night road are bound to encounter ghosts. This mission ran into a major snag—the number of bodyguards far exceeded the initial estimate. I was hit with five or six bullets, and the injuries are beyond saving.
As I gradually lose consciousness, I don't feel much regret. I've long known this would be my end; it was only a matter of time. The only thing I regret is that the anime I've been watching recently, My Hero Academia, hasn't finished yet. I quite liked that show.
With this absurd thought, I left this world.
…
"The child and mother are both safe! The delivery went very smoothly!" a woman's voice says.
"This baby isn't even crying—what a good baby!" another woman's voice adds.
A group of people chattered noisily around me, and one man was both crying and laughing, which annoyed me. Wait, what's going on? Shouldn't I already be dead?
"Welcome to our family, my precious son," a weak woman said with a gentle smile as she held me.
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Time flew by, and before I knew it, I was six years old.
It was clear that I had been reincarnated into the world of My Hero Academia, the anime I hadn't finished watching. In this world, my name is Gin Tamai. Perhaps because I was a reincarnated soul, I possessed two unbelievably powerful Quirks.
The first was the Copy Quirk. By touching someone for more than five seconds, I could perfectly replicate their Quirk. The second was Hypnosis. This wasn't a fleeting mind control like Hitoshi Shinso's; anyone who met my gaze would have all their common sense and principles altered by me.
I awakened these two Quirks at the age of one and spent the next five years mastering them completely. The first Quirk I copied was my Dad's.
Mom is a full-time homemaker. Her Quirk allows her to grow a cat tail, giving her a delicate appearance that belies her irresistibly cute nature. Her slender figure, especially her wasp-like waist, hardly suggests she's a mother. Combined with her childlike face, she's often approached by strangers when she's out. (you guys got any image recommendations for her? I'm dissatisfied with whatever I'm finding online.)
Dad is just an ordinary office worker, but his Quirk is remarkable: it dramatically enhances his stamina! With few other notable qualities, Dad relied solely on this Quirk to win Mom's heart. Before I turned one, they assumed I didn't understand anything. They would sometimes perform their... activities right in front of me all day, driving Mom wild with pleasure and treating me to quite a show.
Thanks to careful diet and exercise, I'm now about as tall as a seven- or eight-year-old child. It's almost time to put my plan into action...
One day, after Dad went to work, I locked eyes with Mom and used Hypnosis. She was sitting on the sofa watching TV when she suddenly fell into a trance, her eyes vacant. I began gradually altering her worldview.
"As a mother, if my son's cock is erect, I should quickly help him release his sexual tension; otherwise, it could affect his development."
"As a mother... if my son's cock is erect... I should quickly help him release his sexual tension... otherwise... it could affect his development..." Mom repeated slowly.
"When helping my son release his sexual tension, I must use every hole in my body, and I must make him come inside me."
"When helping my son release his sexual tension... I must use every hole in my body... and I must make him... come inside me..."
"Helping my son release his sexual tension isn't considered sex, so I don't need to worry about internal ejaculation, no matter how much."
"Helping my son release his sexual tension... isn't considered sex... so... I don't need to worry about internal ejaculation... no matter how much..."
"This matter of helping my son release his sexual tension is our secret; we must never discuss it with anyone."
"Helping my son manage his sexual desires... that's our little secret..."
I established several new "common sense" rules: "At home, you must always keep your tail out," "You can't wear underwear at home," "Discussing sexual matters at home is perfectly normal," and so on. Then, I released the hypnosis.
"Mom, something feels weird down here. Can you take a look?"
"What's wrong, Gin?"
"Right here. Look, it suddenly got bigger." My cock was already rock-hard, tenting my pants. It still couldn't compare to Dad's impressive size, but I was confident I'd surpass him someday.
"Oh my! Gin, you're at that age now! This is called an erection. Quickly take off your pants. Mom will take care of it."
"What are you going to do, Mom?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Help you release your semen. That's the only way your sexual desire will subside and not interfere with your growth!"
"Wow! Gin, your cock is amazing! You're only six, but you're already almost as big as your dad!" Mom marveled at my cock, gently stroking it a few times before taking it into her mouth.
"Hiss!!!" Mom's mouth was incredible! Warm, wet, and her skilled tongue continuously licked my glans and urethral opening. Was this the technique honed by Dad? She looked so innocent and childlike—truly don't judge a book by its cover!
Mom didn't just suck my cock; her right hand also gently massaged my balls, making me tremble with pleasure. Before long, I reached climax.
"Ugh... something's coming out! It's coming out!!!" I gripped the back of Mom's head tightly as I released my first-ever load of semen into her mouth. There was so much that she had to swallow five or six mouthfuls to finish it all. Even after I finished, she carefully sucked out the residual semen from my urethra, savored it thoroughly, and swallowed.
"Mom, what was that...?"
"This is ejaculation. Only by releasing your semen will your sexual desire subside. In the future, if you get erect again, you must immediately call Mom to help you handle it, or it could affect your development! But your ejaculation volume is truly impressive, and the flavor is incredibly potent. This must be inherited from your father... Oh my god, even the recovery time is inherited?!"
As Mom delivered her solemn explanation, my cock hardened again.
"There's no help for it. This time, I'll use my pussy to... Huh? Why am I still wearing underwear at home? How strange, my tail isn't even out... Am I half-asleep?"
Mom looked perplexed as she removed her skirt and underwear. Then, a fluffy, adorable tail sprouted from her tailbone.
"Gin, come, lie on the sofa. Mom will use her pussy to help you ejaculate."