In the dimly lit lab, holographic screens flickered as streams of data scrolled endlessly. The hum of high-tech machinery filled the air as Soren focused on his latest experiment—reviving Nana Shimura.
At the center of it all, he sat before a large terminal, his fingers dancing across the interface, seamlessly processing genetic reconstruction, neuromorphic engineering, and quantum entanglement theories.
The residual One for All energy embedded in his evolved Dominating Pheromones had already altered Nana's lingering consciousness, turning her into something far more devoted than before.
A familiar silhouette materialized beside him—Nana Shimura's phantom, visible only to him. Her once-strong, mentor-like demeanor had softened, her sharp gaze replaced by something almost worshipful.
She clasped her hands together, leaning in close.
"Soren… my master~. You're really bringing me back?"
Soren smirked but kept his eyes on the data feed.
"Of course. You'll be reborn—stronger, better, mine."
Nana shivered at his words, her lips curling into a pleased smile.
"This is unbelievable. Never respect you'll be able to do this."
A mechanical voice interrupted them, smooth and sultry.
[ "Processing neural mapping sequence… estimated time: 42 minutes." ]
The hologram of his Artificial Unified Research Assistant—A.U.R.A. materialized, appearing as a stunning yet professional-looking woman. Her violet eyes scanned the data feeds with cool efficiency.
"A.U.R.A., cross-reference Shimura's recorded Quirk factor with the genetic templates I extracted from One for All's past wielders," Soren instructed.
"If my hypothesis is correct, the mitochondrial DNA from her original cells should still be present in the Quirk factor itself."
[ "Understood, Master Soren. Analyzing molecular cohesion… probability of reconstruction: 87.6%." ]
Nana's expression glowed with admiration as she gazed at him.
"You're incredible. So powerful, so intelligent… I can't wait to serve you properly."
Soren leaned back, his crimson eyes gleaming.
"Good. Because once I bring you back, you'll be completely mine."
Nana trembled in excitement.
"I already am."
Meanwhile, A.U.R.A.'s voice echoed again.
[ "Master, shall I prepare an artificial nerve system to interface with the reconstructed brain?" ]
Soren smirked. "Yes. Make sure she's perfect in every way."
A.U.R.A.'s voice echoed through the lab.
"Master, while the reconstruction process is underway, I estimate it will take approximately three months to fully synthesize a viable organic body with compatible neural pathways."
Soren leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he processed the information. Three months wasn't an issue—he was patient, and this would only strengthen his long-term plans.
Nana gazed at him with hearts practically forming in her eyes.
"Three months… That's too long~! I want to touch you now, Master~!" she whined, leaning closer to him.
Soren smirked but didn't look away from his research.
"Patience, Nana. Once your body is complete, you'll be able to serve me properly."
She shivered in delight at his words, pressing her incorporeal hands against his chest—not that they had any physical effect, but the intent was clear.
"I don't care what I have to do! I'll make myself useful! I'll be the strongest, most devoted woman in your empire!"
Soren chuckled.
"That's the spirit." He turned to A.U.R.A.
"Begin reinforcing the neural imprinting sequence. We'll make sure her loyalty remains absolute once she's revived."
A.U.R.A. responded instantly.
"Affirmative, Master Soren. Adjusting subconscious suggestibility parameters to ensure unwavering servitude."
Nana let out a happy sigh, her cheeks flushed.
"Mmm~ I can't wait! I'll be by your side forever, Master~! Your power, your ambition—it's intoxicating! I'll crush anyone who gets in your way! Just say the word, and I'll make all those annoying heroes disappear~!"
Soren smirked, pleased with her devotion.
"Good girl."
As the lab's machines hummed, the revival process had officially begun. In just three months, Nana Shimura would finally have a body again—and this time, she would be his, in every way.
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A month had passed since Soren began his training with All Might, though today, he was alone on the beach. The former No. 1 Hero had business to attend to, leaving Soren to his own devices—not that he minded. Cleaning up the beach was nothing more than casual exercise for him.
Just as he casually tossed a rusted car engine onto the growing pile of debris, a high-pitched shriek of despair echoed behind him.
"STOP! YOU MONSTER!"
Soren blinked as a pink-haired blur sprinted toward him, arms outstretched like she was about to tackle him.
"Do you have any idea what you just did?!" the girl demanded, sliding to a stop and dramatically dropping to her knees beside the discarded engine.
Before Soren could respond, she cradled the rusted hunk of metal like a grieving mother.
"You poor, poor thing… I can't believe you were tossed aside like garbage." She sniffled, patting the engine block.
"Don't worry, Mama's here now. I'll fix you up, and you'll be stronger than ever!"
Soren watched in amusement. "You talk to scrap metal?"
The girl whipped her head up, offended.
"Excuse me?! This isn't just scrap metal—this is my future baby!"
Soren quirked an eyebrow. "Your baby?"
"Yes!" She stood up, wiping imaginary tears away before placing her hands on her hips.
"My babies are my precious inventions! And you—you were about to throw this one away like it was worthless!"
Soren chuckled.
"Didn't realize I was committing a crime."
She squinted at him, then gasped dramatically.
"Wait a sec! You're that crazy strong dude who took out the slime villain a while back! What was your name again?"
"Soren Oda."
Mei Hatsume's eyes practically sparkled as she looked him up and down—not in admiration, but analysis.
"Man, your body must have insane muscle density to move like that. Not to mention the durability factor… Ooooh, I bet I could make so many support items for you!"
Soren raised a brow, amused.
"You just met me, and you're already planning upgrades?"
Mei grinned, her mind already engineering.
"Of course! That's what I do. Support gear genius, future CEO, and the best inventor you'll ever meet!"
Her confidence was refreshing. But more importantly, he could already feel his Dominating Pheromones taking effect.
At first, Mei had only been excited about his physical attributes—but as the conversation continued, something shifted. The longer she looked at him, the more entranced she became.
Her usual hyper-focus on technology wavered, replaced by a different kind of fascination.
She leaned in slightly, her expression unreadable for a moment before she smirked.
"Y'know… you're way more interesting than I expected."
Soren met her gaze, his smirk widening.
"That so?"
Mei nodded, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"Mhm. I usually don't care about stuff outside my babies, but… I think I might make an exception for you."
Her words were casual, but her pupils were already dilating slightly, her body subtly shifting closer to him.
Soren knew she was hooked.
He extended a hand toward her.
"How about we make a deal then? You help me with some tech, and I'll help you with whatever you need."
Mei's grin turned sly as she enthusiastically grabbed his hand.
"Sounds like a win-win to me, Soren Oda!"
Then, she suddenly gasped.
"Wait, does this mean I get to make more babies for you?!"
Soren blinked. That… could be taken the wrong way. But in the future, we'll make
Mei, completely oblivious, was already bouncing with excitement.
"Ohhh, this is gonna be fun!"
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For the next two months, Soren continued his hero training under All Might, playing the role of the ideal successor while further cementing the trust of the Symbol of Peace. Of course, that was merely a means to an end. He was also spending the time to date his women.
Soren might see them as his personal harem women does not mean he'll neglect them. They were his toys to play with and why would he not use the opportunity to play?
The mall was filled with ambient noise—chattering shoppers, the hum of escalators, and the occasional blare of pop music from store speakers. Katsumi stood at the entrance, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her crimson eyes scanning the bustling crowd with a look of pure disdain.
"Tch, I hate shopping," she muttered, her voice low and gruff, though her tone softened slightly as she glanced at Soren.
"But if it's with you, I guess it's tolerable. You deserve the best, after all, and I'm the only one who can make sure you get it."
Soren, standing beside her, smirked, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His sharp, angular features were softened by the playful glint in his eyes.
"Well, pick whatever you like. My treat."
Katsumi clicked her tongue, her lips curling into a half-scowl.
"Damn right it's your treat. You think I'd let anyone else spoil you like this? Not a chance."
Despite her grumbling, she fell into step beside him as they entered the mall, her boots clicking sharply against the polished floor. Soren's presence was impossible to ignore—tall, confident, and radiating an air of arrogance that somehow managed to be both infuriating and endearing.
Katsumi kept her eyes forward, but her sharp gaze flicked sideways whenever another woman so much as glanced in Soren's direction. Her jaw tightened, and she muttered under her breath,
"Tch. Like any of these extras could even compare to me."
Their first stop was a high-end boutique. Katsumi sifted through racks of clothing with little enthusiasm, her fingers brushing over fabrics as if they might bite her. Soren, meanwhile, leaned against a nearby pillar, watching her with an amused expression.
"You know," he drawled, his voice smooth and teasing,
"If you're going to glare at every dress like it's your mortal enemy, we're going to be here all day."
Katsumi shot him a look, her crimson eyes narrowing.
"S-Shut it! These rags don't even come close to being worthy of someone like you. If I'm going to stand by your side, I need to look like a damn queen, got it?"
Soren pushed off the pillar and stepped closer, his hand brushing against hers as he pulled a sleek black dress from the rack.
"How about this one? It suits you."
Katsumi glanced at the dress, then at him, her scowl softening for a moment.
"Hmph. If you say so. But if it looks like crap, I'm blaming you."
As she disappeared into the fitting room, Soren waited outside, his smirk never fading. When she emerged, his breath caught for a moment. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, the dark fabric contrasting sharply with her pale skin and fiery eyes.
"Well?" she demanded, her arms crossed defensively, though her cheeks were tinged with pink.
Soren stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her blush deepen.
"You look stunning," he said, his voice low and sincere.
Katsumi's scowl wavered, and for a brief moment, her tough exterior cracked. A faint blush spread across her cheeks, and she looked away, muttering under her breath.
"Y-You're just saying that to mess with me, aren't you? But… if you really think so, then I guess it's not completely terrible."
Soren chuckled, leaning in closer. "Would I lie to you?"
Katsumi's blush deepened, and she shoved him lightly, though there was no real force behind it.
"Whatever. Let's just get it and go. But don't think this means I'm going easy on you. You're still buying me dessert later."
As they approached the cashier, a young woman with a bright smile began ringing up their items. Her eyes lingered on Soren a little too long, her laughter a little too sweet as she made small talk. Katsumi's jaw tightened, her fingers curling into fists.
Without warning, she stepped forward, wrapping her arms possessively around Soren's. Her crimson eyes burned with a clear warning as she glared at the cashier.
"Oi. Back off. He's mine. Got it?"
The cashier paled, her smile faltering. "O-Oh! I-I wasn't—!"
Katsumi scoffed, her grip on Soren tightening. She turned to him, tugging his collar down so she could whisper huskily in his ear.
"Tch. I don't mind you having admirers, but don't you dare let any of these extras get too close. You're too damn good for them."
Soren chuckled, his hand resting on her waist as he leaned in closer.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Katsumi smirked, satisfied, before grabbing the bag and dragging him to their next stop.