Capítulo 10: Ch 10: Beauty Master
The next morning, I took my mother, who was sleeping next to me, to the terrace and gave my sister in my mother's belly a semen bath five times in the open, fresh air while watching the sunrise before I left home and went to school.
Upon arriving at school, I saw "my son," Izuku, slumped over his desk, obviously sore and worn out from his training and exercises. Even when Bakugo tried taunting him, he barely reacted.
After the first class, I repeated what I'd done with Izuku yesterday; jumping at the chance to talk with Bakugo, I hypnotized him and made him invite me over to his house after school to "play."
Now all that was left was to wait, but time has a strange way of stretching and contracting. When you're occupied, it quickly passes by, but when you're impatiently waiting, it drags on like a turtle.
I was eager to meet Bakugo's mother later, but I felt every second of that day drag by in the school, to the point where my old habits as an assassin began to resurface. My gaze instinctively darted towards the male teacher's weak points—heart, neck, forehead, lungs—thinking of the most silent and efficient way to kill him.
Lost in these thoughts, I released such an intense flow of murderous intent that the poor man was sweating buckets. His shirt was soaked from the back, and he was constantly wiping his forehead, looking left and right, but unable to find the source of his unease throughout the lesson.
Thankfully, because of feeling unwell, he ended the class early.
"Weakling."
I muttered under my breath, then dragged Bakugo to his house, only to find Bakugo's parents were not there.
Luckily, before I could grow irritated, they returned from their grocery shopping trip.
In fact, Bakugo was their family surname, and "Bakugo," as in the gay friend of Izuku, his full name was Katsuki Bakugo, and his father, Masaru Bakugo, was a middle-aged man of average height and build who had short brown hair, a short mustache, and wore rectangular glasses.
On the other hand, Bakugo's mother, Mitsuki, was a woman with spiky ash-blonde hair and red eyes with a youthful appearance, and she was wearing a white blouse underneath a lavender cardigan with a short black skirt.
If Izuku's mother was slim and delicate, Bakugo's mother was her opposite: voluptuous and fierce. Her milk jugs—at least an F-cup—were the first thing that caught my eye, and I couldn't help but wonder just how much I could grow her tits with my breast enhancement quirk.
As for her round butt... I could tell at first glance that it would be damn good to play with them.
Nonetheless, despite her sexy curves, Bakugo's mother wasn't overweight at all. Instead, she radiated the erotic charm of a mature woman—one only age can bring. In addition, her quirk, [Glycerin], kept her skin flawless and smooth, so even in her early thirties, she looked like she was still in her twenties.
"Stinky old woman, my friend's here to play!"
Of course, this unappreciative brat, Bakugo, shouted harshly the moment she stepped in.
'Hmph! If you can't appreciate beauty and don't want such a beautiful woman as your mother, you won't mind if I take her, right? Hehe.'
A perverted smile creeped into my evil thoughts. Outwardly, though, I was all politeness and charm and bowed with the most pleasant smile I could muster.
"Hello, Uncle, Auntie. I'm Yuji Kudo, a friend of Bakugo's. And thank you, Bakugo, for inviting me over today."
"Oh, my! What a polite child!" Bakugo's mother burst out with praise for me and nodded in approval. Then she turned to Bakugo and slapped the back of his head. "Katsuki, you little brat, how did you make such a friend... No! If you have a friend like him, why haven't you learned anything from him?"
Seeing how she could scold so often and get angry yet have no wrinkles on her face, I had to say her quirk worked wonders.
'Alright, more quirk to copy.'
As I was thinking to myself, Masaru chuckled. "Haha, it's not common for people to be called friends by Katsuki, so please get along well with our Katsuki."
Poor man… He had no idea that he'd soon be cheated on by me, though he needn't worry—I would not only be a good friend to his son but also get along well with his wife, taking "good care" of her.
Naturally, I kept these thoughts to myself, and only the most gentle words slip past my lips.
"Of course, leave it to me, uncle... Oh! Something got in my eye," I said suddenly and started wincing dramatically. "Could you take a quick look, please?"
My little performance caught everyone's attention, and, as expected, Masaru leaned in first, checking closely.
"Let me see."
But in that instant, when everyone was looking into my eyes, I activated my quirk, [Absolute Hypnosis], sending all of them into a trance, and with their minds open, I began to carefully rewrite their common sense.
"Everyone, I'm a beauty master, and you all have complete trust in me when I mention beauty-related topics and treatments."
"—Yuji is a master of beauty... Whatever Yuji says... about beauty... we will... believe..." Their words came out after mine in a daze.
"Anything done in my cosmetology lesson is strictly professional beauty care—and must not be considered inappropriate."
"—The actions in the beauty class... are all beauty techniques... not inappropriate..."
"The semen ejaculated from my cock is actually a very precious maintenance serum. Whether it's applied or ingested, it works wonders for the skin."
"—Yuji's…semen…is precious… maintenance serum… Apply it… or consume it… for beauty…"
"Every time I come over, it's because Auntie Mistuki has already made an appointment for a beauty session. If it slips your mind, it's only because you forgot."
"—Yuji… Whenever he's here… it's because... made an appointment... We don't remember... because we forgot..."
After installing in all these new "beauty guidelines," along with some others, such as the importance of secrecy, I stopped the hypnosis and released them from the trance.
"All right, Auntie, let's start today's beauty class," I said smoothly.
Bakugo's mother blinked, and as she regained her senses, her expression softened even further.
"Huh? Oh! I must've scheduled it and then forgotten."
She gave an embarrassed smile.
"Geez, old woman, are you getting senile now?"
"Shut up!"
Bam!
Once again, Bakugo earned himself a smack on the head from Mitsuki and stomped off to his room, muttering under his breath. "Old hag."
Shortly after he left, I turned to her.
"Auntie, let's start with a massage. Please sit down with your back facing me."
Obediently, Bakugo's mother sat down with a bit of anticipation, her back facing me.
Without hesitation, I reached forward. My hands eased over her shoulders before slipping down, grabbing her breasts gently as her husband looked on with an appreciative smile.
'What a cuck.'
Sneering in my heart, I ignored him and focused on kneading and squeezing Mitsuki's tits.
'Whoa, unbelievable! The weight, the softness, and this gentle, milky scent...'
It felt like my hands were sinking into two perfect pillows—soft, warm, and so comfortable. After playing for a while, I decided to take things a bit further.
"Well, for the best results, would you mind taking off your clothes and bra next?"
"Of course, Yuji-kun."
She took off her clothes and bra without hesitation.
"Damn!"
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