BNHA, (MHA), Hero Prodigy gets a Femboy System. Nao Ichijo, Feminine face, Feminine shoulders, flat chest, Petite arms, Slender legs, Round ass, wearing torn up damaged dirty black shirt with blue jeans with visible penis bulge, His short blonde hair so pale it shimmered near silver and his face both sharp and delicate with Black eyes gleamed beneath furrowed brows and His slender frame petite, with just a hint of muscle—strained against the black shirt and slacks clinging to his sweat-damp skin. As Nao Ichijo staggered toward a flickering bus stop. The mutant Slimeball grabbed Nao's neck, slamming him against the alley wall with a grunt. The air rushed from his lungs as cold, slimy green tendrils slithered over his skin, tearing his clothes off in seconds. The slick, gelatinous touch was invasive, crawling under his flesh, chilling and arousing in equal measure. Nao's body twitched, betraying him with a shiver of unwanted pleasure. "Stop! What the fuck—" His protest was cut off as a thick wad of green slime forced its way into his mouth, gagging him. His eyes watered, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks as he thrashed against the bindings. The green slime crept lower, probing his exposed ass, pressing against his tight asshole. Panic surged, but his struggles only made the tendrils tighten, their slick surface gliding effortlessly. With a wet, obscene squelch, the green slime formed a thick, gigantic phallic shape and thrust inside him. Nao's muffled scream dissolved into a choked moan as the slick intrusion filled him, stretching his insides with a perverse, liquid ease. The slime was soft, almost too soft, its lubricated glide sparking waves of shameful pleasure that melted his resistance. It pumped into him, relentless but eerily gentle, each thrust a slick caress that set his nerves ablaze. ***GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK*** The lewd sounds filled the alley, Nao's body slamming into the wall with each brutal yet painless plunge. His small cock, traitorously hard, throbbed against his will, leaking precum onto the floor. His mind frayed, drowning in the overwhelming sensation—the cold, slimy touch, the humiliating fullness, the electric sparks of his own quirk flickering uselessly at his fingertips. With a final, deep thrust, the slime pulsed inside him, and Nao's body seized. His eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping as he climaxed, ropes of white cum splattering the dirt below. The slime withdrew with a wet pop, leaving him trembling, panting, and utterly broken. "Wh… hah… hu… ah…" Nao gasped, his voice a wrecked whisper, thoughts scattered like ash. The mutant loomed over him. Cinematic fantasy style, ultra detailed, dramatic lighting, ethereal fog, high contrast, realistic textures, powerful supernatural aura, dynamic pose, 4K, cinematic close-up