Fucktality - Mirko - My Hero Academia - Hentai/NSFW Sex by Nutality
“Beneath the Pride”
Rumi Usagiyama — Mirko — had always been a proud woman. A hero who never bowed to pressure, never cared about status, and certainly never cared about what people thought of her. She let her fists speak, and they spoke loud.
But life had its way of humbling even the strongest.
After a brutal fight with a Nomu went wrong, her knee was shattered, putting her on medical leave for months. The Hero Commission was "reviewing her contract." Translation? No paycheck. No benefits.
And the bills? They were louder than any villain she'd faced.
So here she was, in a dark apartment, staring at the glowing screen of her laptop. A new streaming profile. A fake name: HotBunny_69. A chatroom full of pervs ready to throw money at her just for existing.
She hated it.
Stretching in tight gym clothes, Mirko could barely hide her disgust. The chat was wild, donations were pouring in, and the more she ignored their filthy comments, the more they paid.
Then one message stood out.
[¥100,000 - From: EaredKingVIP]
"Turn around and pull those shorts halfway down. I’ll double it if you hate it while doing it."
She clenched her jaw. The nerve.
But ¥100,000… that was real money. Real help. Real food.
She hesitated — then stood up, glared at the camera, and spoke coldly:
“You're disgusting.”
And then she did it. Slow. Controlled. Her firm hands hooked the waistband and pulled her shorts down just enough to show the upper curves of her ass — the tight muscle, the tension. Just enough to make every viewer lose their minds.
That night, her account filled up. She told herself it was just this once.
A week later.
Mirko had just finished physical therapy when she stepped into the alley near her apartment complex. Hoodie on. Low cap. Trying to stay unnoticed.
“Bunny...” a low voice said behind her.
She turned, instantly alert. A tall guy in dark clothes, holding a thick envelope.
“You're Mirko,” he said, grinning. “But I know you better as HotBunny_69.”
Her stomach dropped.
“I’m EaredKingVIP,” he added, and opened the envelope. Thick stacks of yen inside. “Thought I’d pay in person.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, stepping back.
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he slowly pulled a few bills from the envelope and stepped closer. Mirko tensed — ready to knock him out — but froze when he gently slid a stack of bills into the waistband of her shorts.
Another in her sports bra.
Then another, tucked under the strap of her top, fingers brushing her skin with deliberate slowness.
She grabbed his wrist — not tightly. Not hard enough to stop him. Her breath was heavier than it should’ve been.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she growled. “You’re not in control.”
He leaned in, close to her ear. “Then stop me.”
She didn’t.
Instead, she let him finish.
And when he whispered, “I’ll give you ¥1,000,000 if you let me worship you like the goddess you are,” she didn’t say no.
She just pushed him against the wall and said, “Then start crawling.”
