"So,"
Izuku glanced over towards Itsuka who was laying on the couch like she was melted onto it with her arms and legs in various positions that really shouldn't be comfortable.
A teal eye met him.
"Are we fucking stupid?"
Izuku let out a long sigh and reclined on the couch next to Itsuka. She made a very convincing argument to the fact that both of them were probably just completely and utterly stupid. Like, they were both supposed to be smart. Sure, Momo was smarter, and Nejire would just somehow have this puzzle figured out in two seconds, but at least Shoko would struggle with it. Though, that wasn't much of a consolation prize.
"I'd say we're not even having sex, but I think you're right. We might be just really stupid." Izuku groaned and ran his hand through his hair. None of this was making sense. They were supposed to get a single word from one of the guests, and they were given clues on what that guest was wearing, which should be a big hint. But so far, they had barely managed to get a handful of clues.
Maybe they were just socially awkward.
Itsuka sat up and slapped her cheeks. "Alright. Let's go over what we know."
"They have a diamond ring on their third finger." Izuku muttered glancing at his hand. Which one was his third finger? Did the thumb count in this case?
"Right, so that rules out the singing snake and anyone with a hoof." Itsuka muttered, pacing around the couch of the safe room they found. "And I guess gloves."
Izuku sat up and groaned, he wished it was that easy. "I don't think so, I saw someone taking their glove off."
"Fuck."
"Exactly, I also got that they like to eat meat."
"So a carnivore."
"I saw a gazelle eat a steak."
"When we get back can I punch Menu?"
[Sys-Admin: Hey! I didn't design this place! I don't even know what the answer is!
Itsuka Kendo: Your quirk confuses me.
Izuku Midoriya: Welcome to my life, hope you enjoy your stay because you're stuck with me.
Sys-Admin: and me!]
"What about you?" Izuku asked, rolling his shoulders and making certain that his suit was all in order before they went back out there. The guests were rather picky when it came to attire and wouldn't even talk to him if he undid his tie more than an inch.
"Well, they have facial hair." Itsuka forced a great big smile and gestured towards some of the guests. "Which is pretty much everyone."
"So basically we have nothing?"
"Yep."
"This sucks."
"Yep."
Izuku scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh. "Let's see how the others are doing."
Itsuka nodded and began to straighten her dress.
[Izuku Midoriya: How's it going?
Shoko Todoroki: I had to sing a song and wear a dress.
Shoko Todoroki: It was fun.
Momo Yayorozu: We've gotten two words so far.
Nejire Hado: I got three! I can also turn into a mech! It doesn't do anything but it's fun!
Nejire Hado: Beep boop!
Momo Yayorozu: We're going to meet up with Nejire for the 3 person challenge soon.
Nejire Hado: That sounds like fun!
Izuku Midoriya: Alright, so we have six out of Eight done.
Momo Yaoyorozu: That. He. His. Shall. Which. Be.
Izuku Midoriya: It feels like we're missing some verbs there. But we might be able to put it together.
Momo Yaoyorozu: I see, well give me a bit and I'll see if I can figure it out.
Nejire Hado: That which he blanks shall be his blank!
Shoko Todoroki: Oh. I see. That was fast.
Shoko Todoroki: Oh, Momo's depressed now.
Momo Yaoyorozu: Shoko!
Shoko Todoroki: What?
Momo Yaoyorozu: Guh, never mind. But yeah, we're missing some verbs.
Nejire Hado: Hmmm. This is a tricky puzzle. But If we get one more word we should be able to use context or something to figure it out.
Izuku Midoriya: Alright, you three head into that last challenge, me and Itsuka will stay here, and try to figure out this puzzle.
Nejire Hado: Good luck!]
Izuku let out a groan and sighed, shoulders slumping as he looked out towards the party. They could do this. Sure, it was one of those frustrating puzzles that involve being social with random people, but that was no reason to hate it. Actually wait. That was exactly why he hated it. He preferred just spending nights in with his girlfriends, playing some games with Itsuka, watching movies, having sex. All the fun things that they were totally going to do once they finished this dungeon.
"Worst part is we're not even getting any EXP for this." Itsuka grabbed at her head and stomped her feet. "Are we sure we can't just start punching them?"
"Uhh, let's not risk it. Just yet."
"Alright, but if we end up going pulp fiction on their ass that's on you."
He didn't understand that reference.
XXXX
Honestly, it kind of felt like she was walking two dogs. Two very very intelligent dogs that were somehow about to function without her supervision, and yet, when she was there, they were absolute animals. Momo looked around, observing the large comfortable room that the latest challenge had brought them to. It mixed nature and modernism so cleanly Momo fell in love with it instantly.
The main focus was a large tree with dangling candles for light, its roots and trunk holding a massive bed. The ground was soft grass warmed by the summer sun and felt so good on her now bare feet. Hundreds of rose petals were tossed about on the ground, giving the room a very romantic feeling. There was even a kitchen nearby that was all modern mixed with nature, and through the ferns she could see what was to be the bath, a hot spring with a waterfall that poured off an overhang.
"Oh wow!" Nejire sped past her, the loose light blue robe she had been forced into by the dungeon nearly coming undone as she jumped onto the bed. "This place is awesome!"
Shoko walked past everything and arrived at the fridge. Without any hesitation, she opened it and took a drink from a bottle inside. "I agree."
"Guys, come on, we can relax later, we need to figure out what the challenge is first." Momo looked around; she really did want to join in the fun, but duties came first. Besides, from the sounds of things, Itsuka and Izuku were struggling, and the sooner they finished with this the sooner they could go help. "But, from the sound of things this challenge might take a while."
The challenge had simply been "1000". It didn't say one thousand of what, just one thousand. Originally she thought that this might be fighting one thousand foes, but she was fairly certain that she and Shoko had already done that in their adventure, and from the sounds of things Nejire had also done just that.
So what were they doing here?
Were they supposed to collect one thousand of something? There were a lot of petals, and a lot of leaves, and probably more than a thousand blades of grass. She doubted that there was a thousand bottles in that fridge. But why the room? Why the bed? Why the fridge? Why was there a bath? Why was there a romantic atmosphere?
There had to be a reason.
"Look around for a counter or something." Momo gave a half hearted order as she looked around the room more. There were a group of vines hanging from the tree, the ends were different, like hollowed out chunks of wood with the insides being made of some really soft flowers.
Curiosity got the better of her and Momo touched one of the flowers, which she instantly regretted. The vines latched onto her wrist and ankles, pulling her up and wrapping around her waist while at the same time stripping her of her own robes, leaving her completely exposed.
"What the? Nejire! Don't just stand there! Help!" She struggled, but found that the vines were far too forgiving for her to actually try to break out of. Why did this place have to be a quirkless challenge?
Nejire blinked and then smiled. "Oh! I think I know what kind of challenge this is!"
"What? Get me down first!"
Nejire walked over, and that glazed look in her eyes whenever she was about to do naughty things was more prevalent than ever. With the same kind of effortlessness Nejire seemed to have with all things, she removed her own robe, allowing it to fall off of her body like it was nothing but water, exposing those absurdly beautiful breasts of hers. Those breasts, paired with her toned stomach and slender waist, provided a wonderful sense of sexiness that Nejire just naturally exuded.
Momo never told anyone this, but she had a weakness. A weakness that every girl in the love pile had. A shadow. That shadow cast from full breasts onto a slender stomach when the light was just right. It was her weakness. No. She shouldn't get turned on! There was time for that later! "Nejire, now's not the time."
"Yes it is." Nejire's smile was anything but sweet, and her fingers burned a hot trail across Momo's stomach as she made her way down to her pussy. It took all she had not to moan. That would only encourage Nejire. "Momo, don't those flowers look like vaginas to you?"
Well, yeah.
"And have you noticed the counters?" Nejire pointed to a zero that was floating above her head.
She hadn't.
"And then there's the fact that there's a bunch of dildos under the bed."
There were?
"The challenge is to cum 1000 times!"
Those words, Nejire's touch, and the way Shoko had come out of nowhere to suckle on Momo's on breast, was just enough to set her off. Words had the effect on her.
There was a ding.
And Nejire's face lit up. "See! Don't worry, I'll make sure this is over quickly. Now then, I think that you might enjoy being blindfolded while me and Shoko just have fun with you."
Ding.
"Ooh, this might be easier than I thought."
Momo gave a small cry while cursing Izuku's quirk once again for putting her in this situation.
XXXX
As exhausting as it sounded to orgasm one thousand times—or as Nejire had mentioned, 333 times—it sounded a lot lot lot better than putting up with this bullshit for another god damn second.
Itsuka growled and glared at the lion in the suit that was currently going on and on about the gazelle he had devoured last week. They had made barely any progress. It felt like every single clue they had was leading them to nothing. It was starting to wear on her, it was starting to wear on Izuku, and it was starting to even wear on Menu-chan, a being that seemed to take great joy in suffering in general.
[Sys-admin: Guilty~]
"Alright, shut the fuck up!" Itsuka finally shouted and glared at the lion. "What the hell is the word?"
"Word?" The lion asked, his lips curling up into a smile. "Well, my word is devour."
"Devour? Your word? Is that the challenge?" Itsuka asked, stepping forward to get really close to the lion.
"Who knows? But that's my word, and now that you know it it's time for you to be—" Before the man could open his jaws to try and bite her face off Itsuka made use of her insane natural—enhanced by Izuku—strength and picked up the several hundred pound man up with one hand by his throat.
"We're going to have a nice little chat, you and me." Itsuka gave the biggest grin she had all night as she dragged the lion into the back area, one of the few safe zones for her and Izuku to talk. "And you're going to tell me all you know about words or else."
"Or else what?" The beast-man gurgled.
"I'm not above breaking fingers," Itsuka licked her lips and tossed the lion into a steel chair. "My mother was a mob boss after all."
She wasn't, but the lion didn't need to know that. Besides this was a game! She was allowed to role play a bit!
AN: Yes.