Welp, here we go again.

It was a cold, rainy night, that day was. We recently defeated Shigaraki in our final year here in UA. That called for a celebration for our class in a bar reserved by the resident rich dame, Yaoyorozu. That woman got the dough and is one hell of a looker. She got a lot of options to bribe or seduce any politician, but she still chose to be a hero. Nothing impresses me more than a woman using her skills to bring the lowest of scums of the Earth to justice.

There I was at the party, everybody was with their usual friend groups. Kirishima and Bakugou having their trademark banter. Jirou was up on stage, her voice was smoother than the surface of a recently polished Nissan. She was giving me glances similar to how a tiger looks at its prey. I paid it no mind, but it eventually cost me dearly later that night. I was busy having a drink of lemonade at the bar, minding my own business, my mind going places about Dabi, and Toga's escape from our clutches. Shigaraki may be gone but they could always revive the League any time they want. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt someone squeezing my butt tighter than a mall during an American Black Friday Sale.

I took a look at the bozo who did it only to see that it was Ashido. I was mesmerized by her eyes, which were unlike any other I've ever seen. Her luscious pink hair flowed to the breeze of the building's air conditioning as she bit her lips while making eye contact with me. She wore a bright red dress, too short to cover her own legs. The dame in front of me had legs for hours and I couldn't help but sneak a glance. "Ashido." I greeted her in a formal manner, hoping to de-escalate the situation before it gets out of hand.

"Oh don't worry about my hand, Midori. I like where it landed on." Her tone was as dangerous as a jaguar's growl right before it pounces a poor deer for the kill. Suffice to say, I decided to humor her. Big mistake. When she reached out her hand to me, I was too distracted to realize that I was falling for a trap. That one mistake would soon change my life for the worst.

So, there I was, with Ashido, in my dorm room. We didn't waste any time making out when I closed my door behind us. We landed softly on my bed, quickly taking off our tops. Her bra was pink leopard prints, similar to how much she felt like a predator right now. The look in her eyes stayed the same the entire time, that same predatory glance that had me hooked a long time ago. She caressed my bare chest softly, as is she's done this before. She truly is a one of a kind dame. I squeezed her breast and she let out a moan that I'm sure only dogs and cats would hear. It's all music to my ears, but, I'm no music critic. I'm a hero.

The sound of our foreplay was heard through the building, but luckily, everyone was at the bar. It'd take them hours to get home in a rain hitting heavier than a fat man falling on a tiny bird on a sidewalk after slipping on his own dropped ice cream. It only took me ten minutes with the help of my Full Cowling. We continued feeling each other up, taking our time to 'get to know' each other more. She whispered dirty things to my ears as I felt her breath touch my skin. I've always been a dense joe, but with those whispers, I knew she wanted me like how Germany wanted Poland back in the 1930s. Did I like it? No, her intentions felt more like some mobster throwing a sex doll armed with a bomb at some poor sap who knew too much. I knew it. She knew it. The only difference being, I couldn't bring myself to stop this dame.

She gave me a million-yen smirk and brought her panties close to my face. I was too distracted by my own desires to know the truth behind those lookers. With the contradictory reluctance and excitement, I pulled it down. Springing to my face, straighter than a homophobe in a Pride Month Rally, was her pink, monster cock. Way bigger than mine- WAIT WHAT FUCK?!

I quickly pushed her out of my face before that cock got even near my mouth. She gave me a snide grin as she walked closer to me, each sway of her hips signifying the underlying dangers behind her cock. I dodged out of the way before she could trap me in a bear hug, presumably would have been tighter than the grip of a desperate Burmese Python. Behind me, the door opened, and there they were, all the girls in my class with their monster cocks. I wondered how they got here, with the heavy rain pouring down, and then it hit me. Yaoyorozu was rich. She would have hired someone to get them here quickly. They had me trapped here. I felt more surrounded and hopeless than a male hyena about to be hit on by six female hyenas. To make matters worse, all of theirs are bigger than any of the boys in our class.

Having no choice left, I made way for my cabinet. They tried pulling me off, but thanks to my full cowling, I managed to keep going. Inside the cabinet were two shotguns. One's for any intruders, and the other? For me. I quickly pulled it out, aimed it at my chest, and pulled the trigger. I awoke seconds later, breathing my last breath. My sight was more blurry than the censored bodies of the hostages captured and killed by terrorists. The girls surrounded me, looking guilty with their eyes showing horror on what I did to myself. I could barely make out their voices, apologizing to me, but I could care less about that. I knew about my Harem Curse for 500 resets now. No matter how much I try to avoid it, it always comes back to haunt me like a cancer on remission. Before I could even get a word out, I died and felt the universe reloop itself, preparing me again for my curse.

"Dude, why the fuck did you narrate all that to me in some kind of Noir Monologue?" Mineta asked his friend, Izuku, who just finished narrating the most recent version of his Harem Curse. Admittedly, the curse sounded more like a blessing to Mineta, but after a few stories, the midget finally agreed that it was a curse. Luckily for them, he knew what to do. "Look, bro, I already figured out a way to get you out of this but we need help."

"Help? From who?"

"Hatsume," Mineta said. Flashbacks from the previous chapter flooded Izuku's mind as he reluctantly looked at his best friend, Mineta. The grape boy nodded in understanding, but he had a plan. He pulled out a book from his bag, something he found from a library. "What I got here is the Haremnomicon. A book of spells involving harems. There's one spell here that can help make a girl temporarily stop falling in love with you."

"How much time would that be?"

"About two weeks, which is more than enough. We need Hatsume for her inventions, Izuku."

After making their way to the Support Workshop, they encountered may just about to leave. They had other plans. They ran and tackled her before pulling her inside the empty workshop. "DO IT!" Izuku yelled at Mineta as the midget begone chanting spells and his eyes glowed purple.

HAREMUS BEGONUS THOTIUS!

Mei screamed in pain as pink light surrounded her for ten seconds before subsiding. Her breath was hitched from the pain, but she finally felt herself free from something vague. Something subtle. Another touch from Izuku was all it took for the memories of her previous selves. "Water." She asked.

Izuku pulled out a bottle of water from his bag and gave it to Mei, who drank it desperately. Tears fell out of her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Izuku."

"I know." Was his only reply. He only had one person to blame for all this and it was whoever cursed him. "What do you need?"

"Lots of things. Things that could kill gods. Mei, don't worry. You, me, and Mineta are putting an end to this nightmare."

IZUKU, MINETA, AND MEI WILL RETURN IN: IZUKU GETS A FUCKING HAREM BUT... ENDGAME!