My Harem System In My Hero Academia

Yami, Momo, and Angela sat around the dining table, completely naked, eating their late breakfast. 

Momo and Angela were drenched in sweat, their skin still flushed from the night before, while Yami, somehow, looked completely clean—his body practically sparkling like he'd just stepped out of a shower.

None of them had slept. Not even for a second. But thanks to Yami's [Stamina Sharing], exhaustion wasn't an issue.

Momo picked up her glass of fresh breastmilk—Angela's, of course—and took a slow gulp. The creamy liquid slid down her throat, making her hum softly in satisfaction.

Angela watched with a raised eyebrow before smirking. "You know, Daughter-in-law, when I don't have Yami's cock stuffing my face, watching you drink my milk still makes me blush," she said, cutting into her scrambled eggs with a small smile.

Momo almost choked mid-swallow, her cheeks turning bright red.

Angela giggled, enjoying her reaction. "But it's nice seeing you enjoy it so much," she added casually. "I hope you take care of Yami as well as I do. I'm really looking forward to your wedding day."

Momo froze. Her brain completely shut down at the mention of the word "wedding."

Angela and Yami both noticed. Angela smirked, calmly taking another bite of her eggs, while Yami shook his head. 

"You broke her," he said, watching Momo sit there, completely unresponsive, her face a deep shade of red.

Angela sighed, but there was amusement in her voice. "She'll recover."

Yami leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms before finishing off the last of his scrambled eggs and bacon. 

"Anyway, Mom," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I need to pick a hero name. Any ideas?"

Angela set her fork down and thought for a moment. "Well, back in my hero days, I just changed my name a little," she said. "Angela became Angelical. Not much of a difference, but my quirk made it work."

Yami tapped his fingers against the table. "Yeah, but my quirk isn't something simple. Pillar Man doesn't exactly roll off the tongue as a hero name."

Angela nodded. "True. You need something strong. Something that fits how you fight and who you are."

Yami thought about it. His quirk wasn't just about turning himself into stone—it was about adaptation and mastery of his body. 

He could turn his skin into hardened stone, freeze things on contact, and even share his stamina with others.

It needed to be something intimidating. Something people would remember.

"What about Titan?" Angela suggested. "You're unbreakable, strong, and bigger than most."

Yami rolled the name around in his head. "Titan, huh?" He smirked. "Sounds good enough."

Angela smirked back. "It suits you."

Momo, finally coming out of her wedding-induced panic, cleared her throat. "W-Wait," she stammered, still flustered. "Shouldn't you go with something a little less… I don't know, villainous?"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "Villainous?"

Momo sighed, trying to regain some composure. "Titan sounds kind of... aggressive. Maybe something more heroic?"

Angela laughed softly. "Oh, sweetheart, you do realize who you're talking to, right?"

Momo crossed her arms, pouting slightly, but couldn't argue.

Yami stretched again, cracking his neck. "Eh, I'll think about it," he said lazily. "For now, I just want to enjoy my day off."

Angela smirked. "You mean you want to spend all day fucking."

Yami grinned. "Well, yeah."

Momo groaned, covering her face, but the small, excited twitch of her thighs said she wasn't exactly against the idea.

Momo stood up, stretching her sore legs, her fat tits bouncing slightly as she moved. With a thought, she created a tight cow-print bikini around her body, the fabric barely covering anything. 

Her thick nipples poked through the thin material, still hard from all the abuse Yami had given them last night.

She sighed, rolling her shoulders before grabbing the empty plates. "I'll go wash the dishes," she muttered, glancing at the mess on the table. "Angela, get fucked for me in the living room, please."

Angela smirked, leaning back in her chair. "You're such a good housewife already," she teased, licking a stray drop of milk from her lip.

Momo flushed but didn't argue. Instead, she turned around, her fat ass jiggling with every step as she carried the plates toward the sink.

Yami barely paid attention. His golden eyes were locked onto Angela, who was already crawling onto his lap, her body still completely naked. 

Her massive, milky tits pressed against his chest, warm and heavy, her hard nipples dragging against his skin.

"Mm, finally, some alone time," Angela purred, her emerald-green eyes full of mischief. 

She leaned in, her soft lips pressing against Yami's in a slow, messy kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, swirling with his as her hands ran down his abs, tracing every hard muscle.

Yami growled against her lips, his hands immediately grabbing her fat tits, squeezing them roughly. Thick streams of warm milk squirted out, dripping down her bare stomach. 

Angela moaned into his mouth, rubbing herself against him, her soaked pussy grinding on his thick, muscular thigh.

Yami pulled away just enough to smirk at her. "Already leaking, Mom?" he taunted, flicking her sensitive nipple with his thumb.

Angela shuddered, gripping his shoulders tighter. "Always for you," she breathed, grinding harder, her swollen clit rubbing against his skin.

Yami wasn't in the mood to waste time. He stood up suddenly, grabbing Angela by her thick ass and lifting her like she weighed nothing. 

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her dripping pussy pressing against his rock-hard cock, the tip rubbing against her entrance.

Angela gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Y-Yami, right here?" she moaned, her voice trembling with excitement.

Yami just grinned, lining himself up before slamming into her in one brutal thrust.

Angela's back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. "F-Fuck! So deep!" she whimpered, her entire body shuddering as Yami filled her completely.

Yami didn't wait. He grabbed her ass tighter, bouncing her on his cock as he carried her toward the living room. 

Every step he took sent his cock slamming deeper inside her, making her moan louder, her fat tits jiggling wildly with every bounce.

By the time they reached the couch, Angela was a mess. Her face was flushed, her tits covered in her own milk, and her pussy was dripping all over Yami's cock. 

Her nails scratched at his back as she clung to him, her moans turning into desperate cries.

Yami threw her onto the couch, her legs still wrapped around him as he pinned her down. He pounded into her without mercy, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing through the room.

Angela could barely breathe, her pussy clenching hard around him. "Yami—fuck—gonna—cum—" she sobbed, her entire body tensing up.

Yami just grunted, slamming deep one last time. "Then cum, Mom!"

Angela screamed, her entire body shaking as her orgasm hit, squirting all over Yami's cock.

But Yami wasn't done yet.

Momo walked in as Yami glanced over his shoulder, smirking. "Took you long enough, Cow. Now get over here and help."

Momo immediately understood what Yami wanted. She walked over without hesitation, climbing onto the couch next to Angela, her fat tits swaying as she moved. 

Without a word, she knelt beside her, grabbing one of Angela's massive, swollen tits with both hands and wrapping her lips around the leaking nipple.

The moment Momo's tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, Angela let out a long, shuddering moan. 

Her whole body jerked, her pussy still stretched around Yami's thick cock as she gushed all over him, squirting in long, messy streams that soaked his abs and dripped onto the couch beneath them. 

Yami didn't slow down. If anything, the sight of Momo hungrily sucking on Angela's tit while she moaned like a bitch in heat just made him fuck her harder.

His left hand grabbed Angela's free tit, squeezing roughly, milking her just as greedily as Momo's mouth. Her stiff nipple leaked warm, creamy milk all over his palm, dripping down his fingers as he massaged the fat mound. 

His other hand kept her firmly in place, gripping her shoulder, holding her down so she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

Angela was a wreck. Her face was flushed, her green eyes glassy, her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. 

Despite all the years she'd spent getting fucked by Yami, despite all the times she had taken him in every way possible, he still ruined her like it was the first time.

"Oh fuck—Yami—" she sobbed, her tits bouncing wildly as his cock slammed into her over and over. 

Her stomach bulged slightly with every deep thrust, the sheer size of him stretching her beyond reason. "S-so deep—f-fuck—"

Momo moaned around Angela's tit, sucking harder, drinking the fresh, warm milk straight from the source. 

She squeezed the heavy breast, kneading the soft flesh, milking Angela like a proper cow. Milk dripped down her chin, splattering onto her own tits as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. 

Her free hand slid down between her legs, her fingers rubbing her soaked pussy as she moaned at the taste of Angela's milk.

Yami grunted, feeling Angela's walls clench tighter around him, her pussy desperately trying to milk him dry. 

His cock twitched inside her, the pressure building up in his balls as his thrusts grew rougher. He slammed into her one last time, going balls deep, his thick cockhead pressed against her womb.

With a deep growl, Yami emptied himself inside her. Hot, thick ropes of cum pumped directly into her womb, flooding her insides with fresh, potent seed. 

Angela screamed, her whole body convulsing as she came hard, her cunt squeezing around him, milking every last drop.

Yami held himself inside her for a few seconds, savouring the feeling of her spasming around his cock. 

Then, slowly, he pulled out, watching as his thick cum spilled from her gaping hole, dripping down onto the couch in sticky, white strands.

Momo, still kneeling beside Angela, licked her lips, her eyes locked onto the mess between Angela's thighs. Her fingers rubbed faster against her own pussy, the sight making her even wetter.

Yami wiped his cock against her thigh, smirking as he looked down at the mess he had made. "Tch. You're leaking already," he said.

Then, he turned to Momo. "Would a vaginal plug be bad for my daughter's health?" he asked casually, as if he wasn't still rock hard as if Angela wasn't lying there, completely wrecked, her legs still spread wide, his cum oozing out of her used hole.

Momo wiped her mouth, thinking for a second before answering. "There shouldn't be any complications," she said, her voice a little breathless. "As long as it's properly cleaned, it won't cause any harm during pregnancy."

Yami grinned. "Good," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Make her one. Gold."

Momo pouted, crossing her arms. "You're making me do this right now?"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "You got a problem with it, Cow?"

Momo huffed but obeyed, activating her quirk. A small, golden plug formed in her hands, smooth and polished, the perfect size to keep Angela plugged up and full of his cum. 

She handed it over, still pouting.

Yami took the plug and spread Angela's pussy wide with two fingers, watching his cum spill out in thick globs. 

"Tch. What a waste." Then, he pressed the plug against her messy, dripping entrance and slowly pushed it inside. Angela moaned softly as the plug sealed her up, trapping every last drop inside.

As Yami admired his work, Momo smirked secretly to herself. She had also created something else—a golden cowbell and a platinum buttplug.

She put the golden cowbell on her neck and connected it to a choker, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.

'No matter what,' she thought, squeezing the buttplug in her palm, 'I will take Yami's first time fucking a woman in the ass.'