Muscle My Hero Academia Novels & Stories

His body loosens under my hands, every tight muscle softening like silk. "Did you learn this in sex class?" he mumbles, voice thick with drowsy relaxation. I smile faintly at his back. "No." He doesn't ask the obvious follow-up. But I can feel the curiosity in him like a pulse. Still, he stays still—calm, finally. Controlled. The version of him I know, the one that commands a room without raising his voice. I like this Aiden. "I saw other subs get massages when they were too broken from punishment to move," I say softly, my fingers still moving gently across his skin. "In the sick ward, when I was there again for another injury."

It was obvious Jena didn’t know what a pectoral muscle was or that it wasn’t a major muscle; her expression betrayed her fear, which she desperately tried to mask. Adrian, of course, knew exactly what the pectoral muscles were. Judging by how he held his gun pressed casually to his lips, he was enjoying the show. He leaned back in his chair, still in just his underwear, his tattoos illuminated by the soft, cool light of the study. Adrian looked completely amused as he observed the exchange, his lips twitching slightly, his gaze locked on me. It was clear he hadn’t expected me to be this bold. That made two of us.

The cafeteria, which was once in order with tables and chairs neatly arranged, was now in disorder; some were even broken, foods were scattered around, and I saw some students had food in their hair. But that didn't stop them from filming all that was happening. "Both of you should stop," I said, trying to get in between them, but I was shoved aside and slammed hard into one of the tables. "Kelani!" Riley exclaimed, my fall catching her off-guard, and that made Lia have the opportunity to grasp a fist full of Riley's hair, tugging. "You can't take me down, bitch. I've been learning how to fight even before you ever had the thought to. I am a pure witch, and I am the queen of Mystic Academy!"

He had let twelve different men—twelve massive, desperate workers infected with the chaotic 'Red Rust'—batter themselves against his invisible Non-Newtonian Kinetic Shield until their madness broke and their mana cores emptied. His magic had absorbed the kinetic force, but his physical muscles had still borne the sheer, staggering weight of holding the line. His triceps screamed. His ribs ached with a deep, throbbing pressure. His knuckles, even wrapped in heavy tape, were bruised purple beneath the callouses. Marcus walked into the sleek, kinetic sonic-shower. He turned the temperature down to freezing. He stood under the biting spray, resting his heavy forehead against the cool glass. He c

Spiralling Spear! *Boom* Muscles was struck squarely in the abdomen. Due to his large size, Jack couldn’t get any higher than that; however, even though he was struck and though he was sent flying into the walls once again, he was without a scratch! He merely rolled out of the hole and grinned like a lunatic while saying, “This is going to be a long fight for you!”

snapped Diana fiercely. Roberto suddenly went limp and powerless, as the liquid felt its way into his body. "Aauuuuuunnnggggg...." Jack roared like a wolf. His body was hairy like that of an animal, but his body was still in human form. "Hah?" Diana sighed, when she saw her brother's appearance, having been hit by the liquid earlier.

Chapter 36: A Crack in the Gate The self-defense gym smelled of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the walls. General Julian Bathory stood at the center of the open floor like a statue carved from war. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver hair cropped military-short, scars crisscrossing his face and forearms like a map of battles most students only read about. He’d fought beside Celeste Valentina Morau in the final Swarm rift—close enough to be called her friend, far enough to survive when so many didn’t. Today he was guest instructor, and the entire room felt smaller under his presence.

neck releasing a particle beam causing him to get decapitated. [Shinjuku] Damn you "Arkcadis".. how unfortunate for "Tenju". "Shinjuku" whoosh towards "Arkcadis" getting ready to thrust his hand right through his chest but he went through him causing "Arkcadis" to phase and then "Arkcadis" whoosh to the center of the room and released a devastating roar then six of his wings emerged from his back tearing his upper cloth off him. while the fighting was happening "Yusuke" went to grabbed the wounded scientist and "LTC Ironside" free the other scientist.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

She may appear rude but Akira knows more than that, Mira is serious when she speaks like that. On the other hand, he is not worried whatsoever. Akira has given a long thought. Likewise, his healing ability would cover up to 50% of his lack of strength. That should be sufficient enough to buy some time and takes up most of his opponent's energy. "I will.." He covers up with a white lie. Seeing her satisfied with his answer, he smiles again but quickly covers up with his bangs. His 'Yui' was springing out there.