From here on things get messy. Kids, stay away from the screen~
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The years passed smoothly in the lives of Tetsumaru and Mei. Fortunately for the duo, they managed to convince their adoptive parents to transfer them to a school farther away, where they were sure the main character, Midoriya Izuku, would not be.
They barely interacted in kindergarten, but they made sure to treat the passive brat with politeness and respect. After all, he was the protagonist of this world, and having him on their good side was logical.
School life was uneventful for both of them. Boring hours, kids just as annoying as those in kindergarten, typical subjects and classes, and others that were not so typical but just as exasperating.
But most importantly, they had a huge scare at the age of six.
The pair were returning from school when a car spun out of control, veered off the road, and ran over a man. Luckily, the civilian survived and only suffered a few fractures, but neither Mei nor Tetsumaru did anything to help the man, despite having the physical abilities and, in the case of the black-haired boy, the Satetsu.
They didn't consider it their problem, and it wasn't worth breaking the law by using their gifts in public.
At least, that was until that same night when they both had a particular nightmare.
They saw themselves completely naked, Mei now transformed into a boy, although her appearance was similar to that of the Mizukage, and surrounded by dozens of male figures whose faces they could not identify.
What followed was an overly vivid dream about being groped and their small behinds at risk of being opened by gigantic, bulging, throbbing penises.
The duo woke up with cold sweat running down their backs, looking at each other in confusion, as they slept in the same room.
The message had been clear. That was not a mere nightmare, it was a warning from the weirdo they know as God, due to their actions, or inactions, of the day.
After all, they were sent to do good and live a life worthy of entering paradise. They couldn't just wash their hands of it and act only when it suited them.
Either they became selfless heroes, or they would be raped for eternity in hell.
After that incident, they had taken their training more seriously, redoubling their efforts and reaching levels of strength and mastery more quickly.
In the process, they discovered that the Deity had not thrown them out with nothing to defend themselves. While he had not allowed them to use the full extent of their techniques, he did offer a couple of things:
First, their manipulation of iron sand, lava, and water was quite abnormal. At least, more than a shinobi in Naruto should be able to do just by mobilizing chakra and wishing for something to happen.
And second, their bodies and minds acquired muscle memory for some things. They instinctively knew how to use the seals and move their chakra in a certain way for some basic Jutsus. Nothing incredible that gave them an absolute advantage, but it definitely moved them up a few steps.
It also made it much easier for them to learn how to fight. They didn't need to take classes; just by researching basic stances and training a little, they were able to develop on their own. They knew how to position their weight to maximize their strikes, how to kick well, how to block, knock down, dodge, and subdue.
But the biggest change didn't come in their abilities. Something much worse was happening that robbed both shinobi of their sleep: adolescence.
Now a twelve-year-old Terumi Mei looked at herself in the mirror in her room. Her eyes scanned every inch of her naked body. Mixed feelings crossed her heart.
Excited? Of course! But there was also worry, fear, disgust, denial. Mei didn't want to be a woman.
She was a man. Her other half was a man. Just the idea of getting her period every month gave her chills, and the memory of how her classmates looked at her repulsed her, as did the men on the street.
She hated being turned into a girl. She hated the lewd looks she got because of her pretty face and fit body.
But what she hated most were her teenage hormones.
A tingling sensation came from between her legs, Mei's breathing quickening with each passing second as her hand moved down her belly, gently caressing her skin. Her fingers moved lower, brushing against a surface where there was hardly any hair.
Then she slid down until she touched a spot that made her shudder and squeeze her legs together. A sensation unlike anything else ran through her, making her moan silently.
With her other hand, she firmly held her growing breasts, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipples, which she had discovered in previous experiments to be quite sensitive.
- I'm a man, I'm a man. This is just masturbation, nothing more, nothing less- she said to herself, but her body betrayed her, her hand rubbing faster between her legs and her clitoris sending waves of pleasure that made her fall to the floor on her back and clench her teeth, stifling a moan as she reached climax.
Her back arched and her right nipple was twisted savagely, increasing the pleasure that ran through her.
Finally she calmed down, her breathing heavy and sweat dripping from her forehead. Her vagina throbbed, as if demanding more stimulation and for several seconds her mind stopped thinking.
Then she had a thought that she would never, in any other circumstance, have imagined having
She found herself wondering if the stimulation would be greater if she put something inside there. Images came to her head, from fruits to meat itself, all with a familiar shape. A shape that she no longer had.
She slapped both cheeks hard, shaking her head and dispelling such strange thoughts. What was wrong with her? She's a man, her mind is still that of a man, a chronic masturbator and degenerate online in a past life.
At that moment, she felt her body heating up again. New palpitations ran through the walls of her vagina and an urge to reach climax again seized control of her. But that stimulus did not belong to her.
Mei had just broken a rule she herself had established with her other half a few months ago.
When unexpected erections of Tetsumaru began, they discovered that this ability to feel what the other feels in terms of something intense was also transmitted to sexual desire and pleasure.
The first time Tetsumaru masturbated and ejaculated, Mei found herself in the shower, enduring an unexpected urge to rub her vagina hard. At the same time as the black-haired one expelled his first drops of semen, Mei came in the tub.
Since then, she decreed that i wef theyre going to masturbate, the other had to leave the house and move away at a distance where the sensation is minimal or imperceptible. They had to experiment to find it, concluding that moving away at least 500 meters was enough.
And now Mei broke her own rule, masturbating with her other half in the other room. That wasn't accidental.
Mei knew that her other half had been throwing furtive glances at her body. When they were too close, when they trained and she sweated with nothing more than short shorts an sleevd aeless shirt, when they took baths together, which is why she decided to bathe alone from then on.
But despite all of that, Mei didn't feel revulsion for the gaze and desire of her other half. Not like with the other men.
In her mind, she was him himself and she understood that seeing a girl as pretty as herself so close couldn't avoid feeling desire.
But another part of her had come to a strange conclusion. One that little by little had been accepting in her heart.
-It should be okay if he touches me, right? After all, I'm myself. It's not homosexuality if I do it with myself, right? It's just masturbation at the end of the day- she had murmured once and since then, her curiosity, her teenage hormones, the mutual desire growing that both halves felt for each other's body and perhaps the connection they shared, motivated her to break this rule.
With a click, she heard the door to her room open and her heart beat faster, a feeling of insecurity and expectation filling her equally.
She stood up, with blushed cheeks and turned around to face her other half.
There he was. His black hair in spikes descending down his back. He had chosen to imitate Madara's hairstyle because he didn't like the style of the Kazekage he embodied.
He had come without a shirt, with nothing more than short athletic shorts allowing her to run his gaze over his toned body pale skin and a bulge in his crotch emanating desire and demanding satisfaction.
She could feel it, her own excitement for the line they were crossing added to the tingling that came through her connection with Tetsumaru.
-You've been teasing me all these nights- Tetsumaru said through their bond. It wasn't a question, but a statement of facts.
Mei didn't say anything, her hands clasped and twisting together one with the other, her gaze lowered to her own feet. She didn't dare express what her body was demanding of her. She didn't want to.
She was a man. How could she go around saying "I want to be touched"?
Tetsumaru understood. How could he not understand? After all, they were one and the same.
They didn't need to communicate to understand each other. And he lived up to their expectations.
Mei felt her other half ier pernvading hsonal space. She felt his breath brushing against her forehead, as he was a little taller than her. A firm hand rested on the small of her back, surrounding her waist and with a soft but authoritative tug, their bodies came into contact.
That simple act stimulated Mei's female body. She didn't resist, but there was still a touch of nerves in her posture. Was this right?
-I'll take responsibility- Tetsumaru said as he lifted Mei's thigh at the same time tearing off his shorts, exposing his erect penis.
Mei wrapped her arms around Tetsumaru's neck burying her face in his neck letting him take control.