NOTAKING
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Chapter 37(MHA)
🕑 Added 2025-08-05 04:26:41 +0000 UTCWhen Travis possessed Izuku eleven years ago, Inko was the first to notice the change.
Like any other mother, she worried. At first, she thought he was being bullied — but after talking to his teachers, she learned it wasn’t the case at all. They told her he simply chose to sit alone during breaks and recess, keeping to himself.
That didn’t make sense. Izuku had always been shy, yes… but he loved having friends. Now it was like someone else had taken residence in his skin — yet he still remembered every detail of their past together.
She even considered it might be his quirk, something that altered his personality… but the doctors ruled that out too. In the end, she decided to ignore the unease. He was still her son, after all.
Over the years, the changes didn’t stop — they deepened. Izuku grew more confident, more capable, more… magnetic. By the time he asked her to invest in a small company he had been eyeing, she was surprised — and even more shocked when it paid off beyond their wildest dreams.
And as the years passed, he transformed physically. He grew tall, broad-shouldered, with a presence that made people turn their heads in the street. His Kryptonian genes — though she had no way of knowing it — carved him into something that looked almost unreal. Whenever they went out together, women would stare openly.
At first, she couldn’t understand why. But one day, she really looked at him. The strong jawline. The piercing eyes. The way he carried himself with casual dominance. And in that moment, she realized the truth.
He was devilishly, dangerously handsome.
And that was when the thoughts began. Small at first — a fleeting acknowledgment of his looks — but over time, they grew darker, heavier, until she began to feel something she knew she shouldn’t.
She lusted for her son.
It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But it was like he was a gravitational force and she was nothing more than a helpless piece of metal, drawn in whether she wanted to be or not.
More than once, she considered finding someone else to relieve the tension — some stranger, some hookup — but every time she imagined it, all she could see was Izuku’s smile. And then she wondered how he’d look at her if he ever found out.
So she stayed alone.
Instead, she bought toys. Mitsuki — who had only been a casual acquaintance at first but had grown into a close friend — had even helped her choose them. That became her way of coping, managing the heat that built up inside her while keeping the truth buried where no one could see it.
But lately, it wasn’t enough.
And tonight, with Izuku’s head resting on her lap as they watched a movie, the weight of everything pressed in on her. She idly brushed her fingers through his hair, her mind wandering.
' Even Mitsuki likes him… ' she thought bitterly. ' And she has a husband. But maybe that’s the point — she wants someone who can take control of her.'
Izuku shifted, turning his head to look up at her, a flicker of boredom in his eyes.
“Yeah… I think I might go hit the hay,” he said, lifting his head.
“I agree. I should probably bathe first, though,” she replied.
“Wanna bathe together?” he teased.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly swatted his arm, trying to hide the flush on her cheeks.
“Now don’t joke like that,” she scolded, forcing a small laugh.
She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, baby boy.”
As she stood and walked toward the hall, she could feel his eyes on her, and a dangerous thrill shot down her spine.
Izuku’s gaze followed the sway of her plump ass until she disappeared around the corner.
' Fucken hell… God, I need to get laid,' he thought, shaking his head as he turned off the TV and headed to his room.
Inko, meanwhile, lingered in the bathroom doorway, her pulse quickening. She knew where this night was headed.
' I guess its me and all 12 toys tonight. I should lay a towel i am tired of doing laundry ' she thought.
While soaking in the bath, Izuku’s muscles finally started to relax. The warm water loosened the tightness in his shoulders — until his phone buzzed against the counter.
He reached for it lazily, but the moment he saw the name Mt. Lady, he sighed.
“Of course…” he muttered.
He quickly finished up, toweling himself off before slipping into his gear. The air outside was cool against his skin as he launched himself skyward, scanning the streets below.
The location she’d sent him… was strange. An alleyway?
What is she doing here? he thought, descending slowly. From above, he spotted her crouched in the dim glow of a streetlamp, one knee on the ground. In front of her, a man sat bound — rope tight across his chest and arms, head hanging in defeat.
Oh wow… she actually got him. Guess she’s more dependable than I thought, he admitted to himself before dropping silently to the ground.
His boots touched the cracked pavement without a sound. Mt. Lady’s head snapped up, and relief spread across her face. Without hesitation, she crossed the space between them and wrapped her arms around him.
“Hey,” she said, still holding on a moment longer than necessary.
He hugged her back, his voice casual. “Yeah, hey. What’s up?”
She pulled back slightly, gesturing to the man. “Well… I caught him. But he isn’t talking.”
Izuku’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone dropping into something darker. “There are many ways to make a person talk… but the easiest way is fear.”
His voice had changed — deeper, colder — and the tied-up man stiffened. Before the man could blink, Izuku’s hand gripped his collar and in an instant, FWOOOM — they were gone, the alley exploding with a gust of air as they shot upward.
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High above the city, among the clouds, Izuku dangled the man by his collar. The wind howled, and the city lights below were distant specks.
“Now…” Izuku’s eyes glinted red in the moonlight. “Are you gonna talk, or what?”
The man’s teeth chattered. “A-Alright! I’ll talk! Just get me down from here!”
“Good choice.”
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They landed moments later, the man’s legs shaky from fear. Mt. Lady stood with her arms crossed, clearly impressed — and maybe a little unnerved.
“I don’t really know who she is,” the man began quickly. “It’s a woman… she wears a mask. Me and the other guys… we meet at a bar to get the stuff.”
Girl… Guess it is Queen Bee, Izuku thought. It was never really killed. Number 6 kept the parasite last time I remember. Guess it got free and possessed somebody else.
Izuku crouched, holding up the chip they’d recovered. “Explain to me how this works.”
The man swallowed. “There’s… different types. One injects a hormone that drives you into a frenzy. Another forces your quirk to evolve — still in testing. And the last one… it boosts your strength. But like the evolution one, it’s still in development.”
Izuku’s eyes flicked to the chip. “And this one?”
“It’s the first one. The frenzy.”
They must’ve done their research… Izuku thought grimly. It’s been years since the Trigger incident — of course they’d improve it.
He straightened. “Where’s the bar?”
The man hesitated — then rattled off an address.
“Good,” Izuku said simply. He handed the man off, and moments later, the authorities took him away in cuffs.
Mt. Lady stepped beside Izuku, her tone determined. “We should go there.”
Izuku’s smirk returned, sharp and dangerous. “Yeah. Let’s hurry.”
TO BE CONTINUED
