Ibara was on her knees, her hands joined together before her. She was praying before leaving for school. It was a daily habit of hers. She did it every morning and evening. What was she praying for? Her family's good health and her classmates'. She prayed for herself to have success in school. She even prayed for her teachers. She believed that all of her acquaintances deserved safety.
"And I shall bring them safety and health," A regal and soft voice suddenly spoke… in her mind? Ibara widened her eyes, rising from her knees only to fall on her butt.
"W-Who's there?!" She exclaimed, looking around her room. But she was alone. Her parents were downstairs, and the voice had been too quiet to be a shout from them. So… Who talked?
"Who else do you think, my child?" The same voice answered, prompting the vine girl to scan her room. She still didn't understand, until… "No need to look for me. I am everywhere. Weren't you just praying to me, my child?"
Again, Ibara's eyes got as big as saucers, her legs trembling. Whoever that voice in her head was, were they implying…?
"God…? No! Blasphemy!" She instantly rejected the idea as soon as it entered her mind. Her vine hair suddenly lashed out, impaling random objects in her room as if she were trying to hit an invisible enemy. "How dare you pass yourself off as the Heavenly Father, you…!"
Ibara froze. She… She felt love. A love so overwhelming that she wanted to cry. She felt complete. Fulfilled. The girl fell to her knees, clutching her chest as tears dropped down her cheeks. She had never felt so loved before, nor had she felt so much love for anyone or anything. Could it… Could this truly be… God?
While she remained unaware, Leech altered her brain's chemistry from where she (using the same pronouns as the host) was lodged. Since Leech was so deeply connected to Ibara's brain, she could communicate with her telepathically among other things. While Leech was more proficient with inflicting full brain death, she was still good enough to make modifications to the host's body. In this case, while she talked to Ibara, she forced her brain to release heavy doses of dopamine, as well as oxytocin. Then, to be safe, she also dropped her serotonin levels. It was almost like Shiozaki was falling in love and feeling someone's love.
"Your faith is strong, my child. Open your heart and you will know I tell the truth. If you need more assurance, then I will be happy to tell you about the time when you were four and broke your father's laptop. You had just begun to use your quirk then, didn't you?" Leech chuckled like a parent would upon remembering an old tale from the past.
Ibara's lips quivered. No one but her parents knew about that story.
Suddenly, she got out of her stupor and returned to her knees, placing her head on the floor as respectfully as she could.
"K-Kami-sama! It… It really is you! What… What have I done to deserve this gift?" Shiozaki questioned, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt such happiness that she would even be content with dying here and now. It was like her life's purpose had been fulfilled.
"You have been faithful. More than anyone in Japan," Leech replied. Of course, the parasite was feeding her bullshit, but while having such a hold over her brain, Ibara would have a hard time discerning lies. "But you also have a great destiny to fulfill. There is no better than you to accomplish it,"
"Anything for you, my Lord!" Ibara responded, still bowing.
"No hesitation, I see,"
"For you, never, Kami-sama! All I've ever wanted was to spread your word, my Lord. And to help the innocents in your name! To be a heroine who would save countless lives!" She declared proudly.
"Yes, yes, I'm very proud of you. You did good, my child," Leech replied, not interested in the least. Mostly because she already went through the girl's mind. In fact, what she was about to do next was something she discussed with Haō-sama. The one who came up with a plan based on what Leech told him about the girl's faith. "I have not only chosen you for this task for your faith, but also because of your closeness to it,"
"My closeness…? What is my mission, my Lord?" Ibara asked curiously.
"It is time for this world to change. For it to be cleansed of sin,"
"A flood?!" The girl exclaimed.
"Not at all," Leech retorted. How the hell would she even do that? "The messiah has returned, and he will guide the world to a new era. And you must help him as a faithful servant. To preach his message,"
"T-The messiah?! You mean…" Ibara's entire body trembled.
"Oh, no, not Jesus. But practically the same thing. He is my son as well," Leech almost stammered.
"And you want me to be his servant?" She asked in disbelief, her tears flowing down her cheeks again. "Thank you… Thank you for this honor, my Lord! I am undeserving of your trust, Kami-sama!" One of her vines retrieved a nearby cross so that she could kiss it.
"... Sure. Remember, you are the only one who can do this. And the messiah alone should be worshipped, so don't go sharing with anyone that you're a prophet who spoke to God, my child,"
"I won't, my Lord! You have my word! Smite me down if I ever go back on it!" Shiozaki declared faithfully. "But… who is the messiah? And I don't quite understand the full extent of my duties, Kami-sama…"
"He will tell you the full extent of what you must do in due time once you meet, my child. Just know that you must spread his ideology. As for who it is. You will know, deep inside your heart, once you lay your eyes on him. Thankfully, he goes to the same school you do," Leech explained. That way, this would just be another proof that God was actually sending her on a mission once the parasite would alter Ibara's brain chemistry upon meeting Haō.
"I-I understand. I will pay my utmost attention, Kami-sama!" The vine girl replied.
"I know that you will, my child,"
Leech could say that this first step went well, but she couldn't let her guard down. She needed to completely monitor Ibara's actions, thoughts, and feelings. While Leech could influence her brain chemistry and speak in the girl's mind, she couldn't outright control her thoughts. She didn't think she would ever have enough knowledge of the brain to accomplish something so intricate. If she weren't solely focused on using a male host, she would have been tempted to simply erase Shiozaki's complete sense of self, but even then, she'd risk Haō's ire.
She would take her time and thread carefully. Besides, her master was in no hurry.
***
U.A.: Several minutes later…
Hatsume hummed to herself while working on her project. The sports festival was approaching, and she needed gadgets to show off her creative genius and engineering skills. She was currently working on a jetpack, which would assuredly be useful in the festival.
She was in the support course's workshop, as usual. Of course, she wasn't alone since several other students were here, using the free time they had before the start of first period to work on their inventions. Melissa Shield stood nearby, having barely touched her own equipment.
The blonde was silent, her gaze down with light reflecting off her glasses. She clearly wasn't in a good mood. There was clearly a reason for it, and Mei actually knew what was wrong with her.
The listening device Hatsume had helped build (which had been quite quick to do) sat in front of the American blonde. The device was small and circular, likely easy to spot once hidden. However, Melissa didn't seem as enthusiastic to use it anymore. Mei hadn't helped that enthusiasm at all.
Shortly after they entered the room, Melissa had pulled her aside…
"Sorry, I have to bother you again, Hatsume-san, but I'll also need your help to use this," Melissa showed the listening device. "Takahashi knows I could hide something to record her whenever I confront her. She'll search me, so I need a way to keep it impossible to spot," She explained, being careful to avoid mentioning how exactly Takahashi and her little gang searched her.
"Okay…" Hatsume tilted her head, confused. "I don't get it; I just helped you make a baby. What else do you need?" She questioned.
"Huh? I just told you! I need evidence that Takahashi has it out for me, but she's prepared for everything. She knows I could record her somehow…"
"I get that, but I don't know what I get out of this. I have my own babies to make. The sports festival is coming soon, so I can't afford to worry about bully girl," Mei replied, unconvinced.
"To help me," The blonde answered as if it were obvious.
"But… Why?" Mei repeated, still unable to understand Melissa's logic.
"Because we're friends…" Melissa said, suddenly deflated as realization began to set.
"Hm. I don't remember saying that. I don't mind being business partners! But friends? I don't have time for that," Hatsume retorted unapologetically. "My future business and science as a whole are much more important!" She smiled.
"What…? But…" Melissa attempted to protest.
"If you want my advice, then you should just ignore that bully girl and focus on what actually matters! Make great babies, and you'll be just fine!" The pinkette gave the blonde a thumbs-up.
"I can't just ignore her!" Melissa argued in disbelief. How would she even do that? Yuna was relentless!
"Then maybe do something drastic?" Mei suggested, though she didn't specify what she was talking about. "I don't know. Anyway, I've wasted enough time on those, sorry! I have to go back to my own babies, especially if I need to fill out Power Loader-sensei's forms," She said, turning away before Melissa could argue further.
The blonde didn't even try to stop her. She stood there, frozen. She understood what a stupid girl she had been.
Back to the present, Hatsume continued to tinker with her jetpack. Come on, could you blame her for her words? It wasn't like she said anything wrong. It didn't matter if you were bullied or if you were in a pickle; no matter what it was, it didn't matter. You needed to march forward if you wanted to succeed. She was saying that in terms of scientific progress, but it worked for heroics, too.
Melissa wanted success in both but didn't want to put in the effort. If Hastume had been in this position, she wouldn't have been trying to catch Yuna in the act and snitch to the principal. This could solve her issue, but it would be slow and unreliable.
What would be quicker, however, would be to make a gadget to spy on her tormentors and use whatever she found as blackmail or to ruin their reputation. Then, she could focus on her work without any further disturbance.
Ultimately, technological advances were what mattered the most in this world. That and money. Not because she wanted wealth, but because she was also a businesswoman. She was aware that for her to make more babies and change the world with them, she would need money and resources.
Mei had hoped that Melissa would understand that since she was from I-Island. Unfortunately, the blonde was… underwhelming. She didn't seem to care all that much about inventions and progress. Instead, she was focused on being a hero and crying about an issue as insignificant as bullying.
No, Mei couldn't help someone like that beyond what she already did. There was simply nothing to gain for her. If anything, it could paint a target on her back, and then she would need to get even more involved. No thanks.
"What I should actually focus on is this baby right here!" The pinkette exclaimed cheerfully. She absolutely needed to show off at the festival! She couldn't afford dwelling on other people now!
Hey, now that she thought about it, all that fighting between Melissa and Takahashi and her group could lead to them ruining each other's work! That would be less competition in the sports festival!
Still, she shouldn't slack off just because she'd have fewer obstacles.
***
Izuku yawned as he sat at his desk. Classes would start soon, and as usual, he was bored out of his mind. Unfortunately, while he was in class, he was unable to further his goals. Yet, it was something he needed to do regardless. It was part of being a model student.
Nevertheless, things were going well for him. He was close to a good portion of the class, and he found out that Midnight was a slut. But that had been evident. Honestly, who would it even surprise?
"Izuku-kun," A voice brought him out of his thoughts. It was Tsuyu. She stood there awkwardly, trying to appear impassive as she looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. Eventually, she got closer to him to whisper. "I don't appreciate what you did yesterday," She said.
"Is that so? Why?" Izuku asked nonchalantly, whispering as well. It wouldn't do well for him if a classmate heard. After all, it'd risk exposing him. "I thought I made a compelling argument,"
"I understand what you were saying… and what you meant. But I'm just not comfortable with that. And… I'm not that type of girl. Please, don't do that again. I… hope we can get past this and stay friends," She replied, attempting to sound as stern as possible.
Obviously, Haō wouldn't be stopped so easily. The fact that she wasn't reporting him and wanted to stay friends on top of that was just more evidence that she was already in his trap. If he lightened his grip, she would escape.
"You still see it as something shameful? I already told you that it's completely normal. It's our natural instincts at play. Fighting back against them only makes it worse," He argued.
"I… I would rather do that than do something I would regret," The frog girl blushed.
"It's no good… I can see it all over your face, Tsuyu-chan. Your instincts flare up anytime you see me," The tall boy remarked, making the girl freeze. "You know what? What if I prove to you that there is nothing shameful about it?" He suddenly suggested.
"...How?" She blinked. Izuku leaned down toward her.
"Hide in the girls' restroom during lunch break. Make sure you won't be seen, and wait. The only evidence you'll need is what you'll hear," He instructed softly.
"Are you saying you'll…" Tsuyu didn't dare finish her sentence. She couldn't believe that the boy was actually implying that he would do something naughty with a girl right inside U.A. And in the girls' bathroom of all places.
"Just do it, and after that, if you still think it's shameful, then I won't bring it up anymore. We'll go back to being normal friends," Izuku retorted. With his acute sense of smell, he could already smell the faint odor of her wet pussy. As expected, the girl was uncontrollable ever since she witnessed his fight against Nomu. After all, how could a mere frog resist a dragon's allure and power?
"..." Tsuyu didn't respond. With her cheeks flushed and red, she returned to her seat. Izuku didn't need any confirmation. He was certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that she would be there. She couldn't fight her nature when faced with him.
If only she had been in his close circle from the start, then she would have probably already been on her knees for him. Thankfully, he had someone to show her the ropes.
***
As the bell rang to indicate lunch break started, Izuku pulled Ochaco aside without offering much explanation. It was only when they were in the stairway leading to the roof that the tall boy stopped. With his heightened senses, he could tell no one was coming for now.
"Uhm… Are you going to tell me why we're hiding now?" The brunette inquired, scanning their surroundings.
"Well, I wanted to talk about our arrangement, so I figured it's best if it stays private," He answered.
"Oh. Is something wrong?" Ochaco asked, biting her lower lip nervously. Was she afraid that she'd lose her easy source of income? Izuku hoped that she was.
"Not at all. Rather, I want to suggest an additional service," He waved his hand.
"Additional service?" She repeated in confusion.
"Indeed. Something that would need to be even more discreet than our current arrangement. Something more… sexual in nature," Izuku revealed.
For a second, Ochaco didn't react. Her expression displayed incomprehension, as if the boy spoke another language. Then she blinked, perhaps trying to discern if she heard him right. It was when her cheeks reddened like tomatoes and her eyes widened that Izuku knew she just realized what he was saying.
"WHAT?!" She screeched. Thankfully, they were alone. "A-Are you insane, Midoriya?!" Ochaco clenched her fists, shock turning into anger. "How can you even suggest something like that?! Y-You're disgusting!" She tried to slap him. Because of their size discrepancy, she only smacked his belly. "Just because you were paying me for some stuff doesn't suddenly make me a prostitute! You… You can keep your money! You're a pig! Even worse than Mineta!" She insulted him, though he barely reacted. She walked around him, about to leave, when he grabbed her wrist. "Let go!"
"Do you really think I see you as a prostitute? Have I, since the entrance exam, ever seemed like someone who'd see you as nothing but a whore?" He asked her calmly.
Ochaco paused. Her anger was slightly diminished, but it was still present. She rummaged through her head, recalling every memory she had of the boy. When he saved her, the times they texted each other, his relationship with their friend group, and their positive opinion of him. And when he heroically fought against those real villains during the USJ attack. He acted like the ideal hero. The girl's lack of response pushed Haō to continue.
"I am not asking you to do something like this out of nowhere," He argued. "How much do you know about mutant quirks?"
"Not much. I know their bodies are permanently affected by their quirk, and they're born with it most of the time…" Ochaco shyly replied.
"Did you know that animal-based mutants can have strong instincts? Sometimes too strong?" He questioned. The brunette slowly shook her head. "I am a dragon, and not a small one, as you've seen. While it gives me great power, it also fills me with bloodlust. My draconic blood constantly attempts to drive me to fight. It's what excites me the most, but not acting on these urges requires focus, and it can be very heavy on the mind. It would be like if you fought against your survival instincts to stab yourself in the heart," He explained.
"I… I'm sorry. I didn't know," Ochaco responded honestly. "But what does it have to do with…"
"Well, a good substitute for these urges is… carnal pleasure, as I've come to find out,"
"Okay. Now I understand, but still. Why me? I-I don't want to do that, and even less so if I get money from it. I do feel bad for you, and… and I wish I could help, but no. Sorry, Midoriya…" Ochaco looked away.
"This isn't some evil act… Ochaco," Haō said, making the girl perk up as he used her first name. "If people fucking was evil, then you'd see a lot more people in prison,"
"It's not…!"
"Or is it because you're afraid of how people will see you?" He interrupted her. "You don't need to care about them. People will judge you for anything you do, and they would probably have preconceptions about you because of your financial situation already anyway. Would you let them make you feel shame for wanting to help your parents? For their lack of money?" He questioned. Ochaco tried to speak, but he was swift to cut her off before she could. "You will be a strong and popular pro hero eventually, and you should be allowed to do as you wish in your private life. You will be better than they are no matter what nonsense they spout. You'll be doing a good deed by helping someone with something personal and getting a bonus out of it because I believe good deeds should be rewarded. I truly believe you are the most exceptional pro heroine our class will produce, and as my friend, you are the only one I feel at ease asking for help,"
"Midoriya…" The brunette whispered once his monologue was over. She didn't know how to answer. He sounded sincere. He did trust only here, didn't he? She felt like her flip phone buzzed as if to remind her that she still didn't have a cell phone.
"Please, Ochaco. Help me," Haō pleaded softly.
The girl couldn't meet his gaze. Why did he have to say all of this stuff? And why did her anger vanish completely? Did she feel bad for him? Maybe… He was a friend. Besides… Who would even know if she agreed to this? No one. And they would both be winning in this scenario. They both had something to gain.
"Hypothetically… If I agreed… How much…?" Ochaco eventually responded timidly, looking away with a blush.
Haō slid a hand in his pocket before pulling out his mammoth-sized wallet. Ochaco guessed it made sense considering his absurd size. Then, he took out a bundle of banknotes out of it. The girl widened her eyes when she noticed that they were all 10,000 yen notes!
"There are 100 bills like these in this bundle. Is this enough?" He asked, shaking the bundle in front of her. The brunette was speechless, eyes visibly sparkling at the sight.
She wouldn't just… sell herself like this, right? Even if it was to help a friend, and her family… No, she was better than this.
***
Tsuyu sighed, resting her chin on her palm as she stared at the stall's door. She was in one of the bathroom stalls, sitting on the toilet as instructed by Izuku. And just like he instructed, she kept her presence hidden.
Why did she even come? Izuku wouldn't actually get in here, would he? And with a girl, too? She couldn't believe it. Despite that, she still did as he told.
Maybe she should just leave.
Just then, she heard the restroom door open. Tsuyu froze. This was probably just a girl needing the restroom…
"Anyone in here?" The said girl called out. Tsuyu widened her eyes, realizing that this was Ochaco from her voice. Before the frog girl would say anything, she heard the brunette's steps approaching the door. She instinctively raised her feet to place them on the seat as Ochaco's shadow stood before the stall. It moved to the next one. Was she checking if anyone was inside? Why? "Damn it…" Ochaco audibly sighed before walking back to the entrance door. "It's alright, Midoriya. The way is clear," She admitted.
"Of course, everyone's having lunch,"
Midoriya? Tsuyu gulped. He was going in. Wait… The girl he mentioned when he implied he'd do these… naughty things… It was Uraraka?! No. That wasn't possible. She wouldn't do that…
As Tsuyu remained silent to avoid alerting Ochaco of her presence, Izuku stepped in confidently. He instantly knew that Tsuyu was here, in one of the stalls.
U.A.'s restrooms each had one stall specifically made for huge and/or tall heteromorphs, just like the classroom doors. It would be bad if a girl came in and saw him because his head was peaking out of a normal stall. So he moved to the special one, accompanied by Ochaco. The walls and door were much higher than the other stalls.
He went in, and Uraraka locked the door behind them as the boy sat on the seat.
"Ha…" Ochaco exhaled, her heart pounding in her chest. It was too late to turn back. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to. Why was her heart beating so hard? Stress? Shame? Love? Probably the second one. How could she not be ashamed?
She… She wasn't greedy, was she?
"We shouldn't waste time, Uraraka. Why don't you get on your knees?" Izuku instructed, pointing at the floor as if he were ordering a dog. The brunette was too stressed to pick up on that, however. So she did as she was told, kneeling between his legs.
"J-Just my hands and mouth, okay?" She stammered. He already barely convinced her to use her mouth, so anything more was impossible for now. Nevertheless, Izuku was alright with the arrangement.
"No problem. Now… Get to work," The horned boy ordered, unzipping his pants and lightly lowering them to pull out his manhood. It sprang free, growing hard in seconds right before Ochaco's eyes as its shadow covered half of her face. His 11 inch cock turned the girl's cheeks a deep crimson.
"Huh? Wha…" She uttered in disbelief. "Are… Are they supposed to be that big?" She stuttered, her voice shaking.
"On average, no. But there's bigger," Izuku shrugged nonchalantly.
"Oh. There is? I see…" Ochaco replied with a nervous smile, her entire form trembling. What was she supposed to do with that thing?! It looked like a freaking monster!
In the stall right beside them, Tsuyu listened to their conversation. Obviously, she couldn't peek since she didn't want Ochaco to catch her, but their words still made her imagination run wild. She couldn't help imagining Izuku's cock. Its shape. Its size. Uraraka's expression. Really, how big was the boy's dick for Ochaco to say that? Tsuyu could practically feel her shaking, and she didn't have a visual on the brunette! Wait… Did Izuku's dick look different? Was it draconic?
Tsuyu gulped, still imagining the scene. Her body suddenly heated up. So, Ochaco really was that type of girl…
"Okay. I guess… I'll start," Ochaco muttered, still nervous. The faster she would do this, the faster it would end. But, fuck, even she had to admit that his thing looked… enticing.
She wrapped her hands around it. Thick, girthy, and veiny. Not just long. She couldn't wrap her hand around it. It was warm. She hadn't even realized her jaw lightly dropped to open her mouth as she began stroking it.
Ochaco had no idea if she was doing good or how she was supposed to proceed, simply imitating some glimpses of what she had seen online. And acting by instincts. She tried to do it gently at first but quickly reconsidered when she realized that such a beast would need a rougher touch.
She squeezed his cock harder, her thin fingers barely sinking into his meat as she quickened the pace. The girl's gaze remained focused on the tip as if she expected semen to drip out of it at any moment.
"It's almost cute watching you try to wrap your hands around it, but come on, I'm sure you can do better than that. You don't have the smallest hands in class," Izuku smirked, looking down at the brunette. Of course, while he was talking, he smelled Tsuyu in the other stall. The frog was already wet like a bitch in heat.
"This… This is my first time doing this, Midoriya! G-Give me a break!" Ochaco blushed in embarrassment. "Here!" She exclaimed, moving her hands faster and lightening her grip to allow for the change of pace.
She moved them from his base to the tip, tracing every one of his veins while she was at it. Her finger pads, the things she used for her quirk, were noticeably softer than the rest of her hands, which were already soft themselves. Her pads made the handjob different from the ones he usually got. Though Ochaco didn't know him as well as Himiko and couldn't find his more sensitive spots, her pads applied a different pressure, creating a new form of stimulation.
He didn't show it on his face, but he liked it. His cock twitched slightly at her touch eventually, which didn't go completely unnoticed by the girl either, who saw a drop of pre-cum peek out of his tip.
"Are… Are you close?" Ochaco asked. Her breath was heavy, from her arms being tired but also from the effects her own arousal had on her. She couldn't help it. She wasn't a pervert, but with a cock so big in front of her, in her hands, she could hardly act indifferent. To her shame, her panties got wetter.
"Not at all. You'll have to do more than a handjob," Izuku replied. He grabbed the back of Ochaco's head and pulled her toward his cock, pressing her face against the underside, eliciting a yelp out of her.
Everything hit her all at once. The warmth spreading across her face and the musky scent invading her nostrils. The brunette could see his dick pulse from up close.
In the other stall, Tsuyu's face's shade mirrored Ochaco's. With reddened cheeks, she had slid her fingers under her skirt and inside her panties. This was Ochaco's first handjob? And she was doing it in school? With someone she only knew for a few weeks? Tsuyu completely misjudged her.
And yet, those revelations only seemed to arouse the frog girl more. Her long fingers could reach far, as she had already experimented before, but this would be the first time she'd be fingering herself in such a state. She slipped two fingers, exploring her own insides and searching for her sensitive spots. She couldn't afford to moan, or Ochaco would hear her, so she settled for heavy breaths each time she reached a good spot.
"Start with your tongue," Izuku ordered, still keeping his hand in her hair.
"Ah… Fine…" Ochaco rasped. She didn't protest.
She didn't even bother pretending she was reluctant. The brunette let her tongue out, pressing it flat against the underside of his penis, right above his balls. She traced a straight path until she reached the tip, licking off the pre-cum dripping from it. Ochaco swirled her tongue at the tip, the sudden salty taste inhibiting some of her other senses from the surprisingly good… flavor. Why did she like it? It made her body shudder for some reason.
The friction of her tongue against his sensitive skin sent waves of faint electricity through Izuku's spine, prompting his manhood to twitch again. Ochaco's breath came in warm, uneven puffs against his cock. He could feel the warmth of her mouth.
"Good. You're a natural with your tongue," Izuku complimented with a grin as the brunette's lips crashed on various spots of his cock, planting kisses all over it. If only she had lipstick on, then she would have left marks everywhere, a good way to show that she had been all over his cock.
"Mhm…" Ochaco responded, barely processing his words while she pleasured his dick. She couldn't wait anymore. And she was certain neither could he. Going back up, the girl wrapped her lips around the shaft's tip.
Her warm breath washed over his cockhead, prompting it to twitch. It was already taking so much space in her mouth… Ochaco took him deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate the impressive girth of his cock. As she pushed it deeper in until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag, she began sucking on it. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes from the sheer size she needed to accommodate. Her tongue worked frantically inside her mouth, swirling around the underside of his shaft while her lips maintained a tight grip.
Slurp… Slurp
Ochaco's cheeks hollowed out with every determined bob of her head, and the wet, slurping sounds of her mouth filled the confined space of the stall, echoing off the tile walls. She couldn't even get his halfway in, but she did the best she could. She was so wet and horny that she was tempted to finger herself while worshipping her friend's dick.
She was clumsy at first, occasionally catching her teeth on him, but the sheer desire flooding her system pushed her to try harder. Before she realized it, she wanted to prove to him that she could handle his masculine energy.
Meanwhile, behind the thin partition of the next stall, Tsuyu was losing her battle with composure. The muffled sounds of Ochaco's oral sex were driving her to the brink of insanity. Every slurping the brunette made only seemed to motivate the frog girl to reach deeper inside her, her thumb rubbing her clit. She was thrusting into her, as if wanting to fuck herself while imagining she was a part of their act.
Slurp Slurp
Ochaco would have been fine remaining in this position, sucking on half his shaft while her tongue explored its surface and she took small breaks to breathe. However, the draconic boy had other plans. He grabbed the back of her head again, then slammed her down.
The brunette widened her eyes, nose smacking against his pelvis while his cock slid down her throat, making it bulge.
"GUH!" Ochaco gagged, her tongue smooshed down between her jaw and his manhood. How did that thing fit? How was her jaw not dislocated? She couldn't even think. Izuku moved her head back and forth, skull-fucking her. The wet, obscene sounds of Ochaco gagging filled the stall as Izuku ruthlessly drove his cock into her mouth. The brunette's eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks from the involuntary reflex of having her throat stretched to its absolute limit. "Ghk!" Her muffled cries were swallowed by the thick meat of his shaft, the sound of her struggling to breathe mingling with the rhythmic, squelching noises of his cock sliding in and out of her saliva-soaked gullet.
The friction of his cock against her throat was overwhelming, the sheer size of him making every thrust feel like he was touching her very lungs. Her eye twitched as she barely held on to consciousness due to the lack of oxygen.
Next door, Tsuyu was hearing every single revolting noise. Her gaze was locked on the ceiling, losing herself to lust as she felt her climax approaching. She was close. She had never thought about an orgasm so hard before. She just knew it would be explosive because of how forbidden what they were doing was. She began to wonder if anyone came in at some point, but the three of them were all too distracted to notice. That person would be so shocked. They would definitely hear. It aroused the frog girl even more. She pulled her skirt and panties down around one of her ankles, spreading her legs for better fingering.
Each time Izuku plunged his cock back in by thrusting forward, the sound of his manhood hitting the back of her throat produced a gurgling noise. Ochaco's vision swam with dark spots, her brain screaming for oxygen as he continued the relentless skull fucking, his cock stretching her mouth wider than she thought humanly possible.
"Your mouth really was made for this…" Izuku grinned. "Here it comes…!" With another thrust, he finally climaxed.
Ochaco's eyes nearly rolled back in her head as his cock throbbed between the confines of her throat. It was so far down that she couldn't taste his cum as he shot his load directly into her stomach, forcing down every drop. Hot jets of cum shot from the tip of his cock, each burst forcing a new round of gagging from the brunette.
"Ghk ack nghh!" The thick, salty liquid flooded her gullet, filling her throat so completely she could only make wet, choking noises.
Right at the same time, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, Tsuyu threw her head back and bit her lower lip to keep her moan down.
"Kero…" She rasped as her orgasm hit her with full force as if electricity passed through her body. Her legs trembled, pussy juice spraying out from between her legs as she squirted all over the toilet seat and even the floor below. "Ah…" She let out a breath, leaning back and pulling her fingers out while her chest rose and lowered slowly. She just masturbated in school, and it felt so good… Especially while listening to Ochaco-chan.
As for the brunette, she was finally allowed to breathe when the tall boy pulled his saliva-covered manhood out with a pop. Ochaco's eyes were glassy, her breath steamy and heavy.
"Not bad, not bad at all… Heh. You'll be a pro in no time," Izuku chuckled, watching the girl catching her breath. He would have said that she also had potential as an actual prostitute just to mock her for agreeing to this for money… But this might be too soon to humiliate her. He'd need to progress their relationship still. "You helped me greatly, and you deserve this. Here," He said, giving her the promised money.
"T-Thank you…" Ochaco blushed, taking the money. Whether she was thanking him for the money or for the compliments, he didn't know. But it didn't matter. "My throat really hurts. Did you need to be so rough…?"
"Did you dislike it?"
"..." The brunette didn't answer, opting to avoid his gaze instead as she stood up and straightened her skirt. "Hey… If you ever need this again, then… I wouldn't mind helping again. Especially for this," She gestured to the stack of money in her hand.
"Heh. Sure," The boy snorted. He also didn't care if she was doing it solely for the money or for pleasure. Soon enough, there would be no difference in her mind. "Now, check if the hallway is clear," He instructed. Wouldn't be good if someone caught him in the girls' bathroom.
As Ochaco nodded and stepped out of the stall, Izuku watched with amusement as drops of her juices dripped down from between her legs. Her panties and tights must have been soaked. Luckily, probably not enough to make other people notice unless they paid attention.
Soon enough, she returned to tell him the way was clear, so they both exited at the same time and quickly walked away. Especially since they had only around twenty minutes left for lunch. Tsuyu, though? She stayed behind for a little while to recuperate. She really needed a breather.
***
"Where were you, Midori? And you too, Uraraka?" Mina asked instantly as soon as the two arrived with their lunch trays. The pink girl wasn't alone at their table since Kirishima, Iida, and Tooru, as well as Kaminari and Mineta, were seated there. They had all practically finished eating already. "Were you… doing something together?" Mina wiggled her eyebrows amusedly.
"What?! No! Please, don't make it sound weird!" Ochaco slammed her hands down, blushing up a storm.
"I agree! You shouldn't imply such things about your classmates! What if rumors spread?!" Iida came to her defense, as stuck up as ever.
"Calm down, Iida, I'm sure she was only joking…" Kirishima sweatdropped.
"Geez, can't even have fun anymore… Besides, Midori didn't mind…" Mina grimaced upon being scolded.
Izuku would have thought that the two other perverts would have made a comment by now about this, but to his surprise, they were whispering to each other. Naturally, with his enhanced hearing, he could easily pick up what they were saying.
"Dude, why don't you believe me? How many times do I need to swear to God that it happened?" Kaminari hissed under his breath to the midget.
"Because that''s bullshit. Come on, you can't make a porn connoisseur like me believe that stuff. This is just a scenario you stole from a hentai or something," Mineta shrugged, snorting smugly as if he were proud not to fall for the blond's lie. "I mean, seriously… Why would a bombshell like Midnight give you a footjob?" He shook his head.
"I-I don't know! It was all just fuzzy. Not like I could focus while I was living the dream…" Kaminari muttered in response.
These two really were easy prey. He was pretty sure that he could just invite them to the base and show them the rewards they could get and their potential futures when he accomplished his goals: riches and women. And they would fold instantly, joining his cause. The issue was that he wanted to be 100% certain that they would. Could he just observe them longer? Or maybe prepare some kind of test? Decisions, decisions.
He had harder targets, anyway. Scanning the cafeteria, his gaze located Yaoyorozu sitting with Jirou and Todoroki. At a nearby table were Shouji, Tokoyami, and Kouda. Yaoyorozu's family… He still needed to find someone to infiltrate or spy on them. Himiko could have, but she would be going to the League of Villains.
***
Ibara was gleaming, her smile radiant as she waited for the others to put their trays away. She had been smiling like this since the day started. Because… she had been graced by the voice of God. It was so unfortunate that she couldn't tell anyone about it. All should have known that He had a plan to lead the world into the new age.
"What's really up with you, Ibara?" Her classmate, Setsuna, asked with an amused grin. "You still not telling what got you so bubbly? Admit it, you got a boyfriend, didn't you?" She pointed a finger gun at her.
"Not at all. I am simply overjoyed," Shiozaki answered calmly. Nothing could offend her on this glorious day. Not even her classmate's crude remarks. Thankfully, Setsuna wasn't as foul-mouthed and slutty as she usually was, so the vine girl had an even easier time tolerating her presence.
"Why don't you leave her be? Whatever happened is her business," Itsuka intervened, scolding the green-haired girl as if she were her mother. The class representative was always so reliable. The person Ibara could count on the most.
"Unless it has something to do with class A…" Monoma stood with them, visibly seething with anger while he observed their rival class from afar. He had been like this ever since the attack on USJ occurred. He was much too envious for Ibara's tastes. And he was becoming a bother to handle, too.
"Why would it?!" Kendo retorted, fed up with his nonsense, too.
"Please, refrain from snooping in my personal life. Now, class will start soon, so…" Shiozaki turned around to leave the cafeteria before freezing as she laid her eyes on some of Class A's students. Specifically, the most noticeable of them: Midoriya Izuku.
She couldn't breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was suddenly filled with an incredible sense of love. Just like when God spoke to her. Could… Could it be? Could Midoriya be the one He spoke of?
Leech nodded to herself, having acted as quickly as she could once the girl's gaze had met Haō-sama's form. She affected her brain's chemistry again, filling her with love.
Shiozaki fell to her knees.
"I-Ibara?! What's wrong?!" Kendo questioned, the rest of her group surrounding her worriedly. However, the last thing the redhead expected to see was Ibara's exalted expression.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, and yet, she wore a smile that one would have upon fulfilling their deepest dreams.
"Nothing is wrong. Everything… Everything has just been made right. I am happy, my fellow classmates," Shiozaki answered.
She had just discovered the world's savior.