Chapter 3: A Deal After Midnight
Midnight walked down the quiet hotel corridor, her footsteps muted by thick carpet and a building that had been cleared far more thoroughly than any ordinary civilian lodging ever would be. The lights were dimmed, not for atmosphere, but for caution. Every door she passed felt like another reminder of how far things had drifted from what U.A. was meant to be.
Room 1208.
She stopped a few steps short of it.
Minoru Mineta. First-year student. Former hero hopeful. Now officially classified as a villain. A villain who women feared for whenever they walked alone in dark, unlighted streets. A vile lecher with no regard to the consent of others. Not even his former classmates had been safe from his vices, she noted somberly, remembering the poor state he'd left Yaoyorozu and Ashido in.
Grapist. A villain of the worst kind.
The thought still felt unreal.
She folded her arms, staring at the number on the door as questions pressed in, heavy and uninvited. Where had they gone wrong? Had they missed something obvious, brushed aside warning signs because they were busy molding symbols of peace and power? Or had they tried – and failed – to guide him, assuming time and structure would fix what really needed understanding?
U.A. prided itself on seeing potential. On shaping raw talent into something that could protect others. But potential could twist just as easily as it could grow.
They'd seen his perverted antics. Had brushed it off as a flaw that would sort itself out with age. When she started out as a hero, Midnight had built herself a reputation for... alleviating the stress of young men who showed signs of misconduct as a result of being unseen, unwanted.
"Do I have to spell it out to you? There's plenty of kids out there who got stricken by puberty and go on to become villains and criminals because they weren't able to let it all out. And that's where I come in. I'll squeeze them all dry!" It were the words she spoke to Aizawa when she spoke of her heroic intentions when it was announced she'd become a U.A. teacher.
It wasn't a bluff either. It had been a successful way to prevent crimes before they could happen. Her method was simple, yet effective. A quick tug at the groin, a few deft strokes, and she'd milk them dry, both literally and figuratively. The relief on their faces, the tension leaving their bodies as she brought them to completion with her skilled hand, was almost palpable.
U.A. had ordered her to stop before she had even started teaching.
If she hadn't listed, perhaps she could have...
Midnight exhaled slowly and knocked.
The academy liked to believe it caught problems early – that potential, once recognized, could be guided safely into the light. But standing here, Midnight couldn't shake the thought that maybe they hadn't been blind at all. Maybe they had seen him and still failed to understand what he needed. Maybe structure and discipline hadn't been enough. Maybe they'd mistaken supervision for guidance.
A voice came through the door, higher than she remembered but steady.
"…You can come in."
Midnight reached for the handle and opened the door herself.
Minoru Mineta sat on the king-sized bed, hands hanging loosely at his sides. He looked… vacant. Not hostile. Not smug. Just oddly detached, his eyes unfocused in a way that immediately set her on edge.
She paused, taking him in.
He was still short, still unimposing – hardly the image people expected when they heard the word villain. His build hadn't changed much since U.A., and his Quirk, for all its clever applications, was never meant to level cities or shatter symbols. On its own, it could never change the world.
And yet, he was dangerous.
Not because of power – but because of what he represented.
A former U.A. student. A hero-in-training who had fallen. Proof, to a public growing more skeptical by the day, that the academy, that heroes, could fail. That heroes could break before they ever rose. His existence alone fed doubt, and doubt spread faster than any Quirk.
It was no wonder the League of Villains had recruited him so eagerly.
Midnight stepped inside, closing the door behind her without locking it.
"You're alone," she said, scanning the room anyway.
"As promised," Mineta replied. His tone was flat, almost casual, as if they were meeting for remedial training instead of this. "I'm glad you came alone as well."
She turned back to him. "Why me?"
For a split second, Mineta's expression went blank – then something snapped.
His shoulders jerked tight, hands curling into fists so hard his knuckles blanched. The unfocused haze in his eyes burned away, replaced by a sharp, furious clarity that made Midnight instinctively still. "Because I think you're the hero who could've saved me."
That stung more than she expected.
"You know why I'm here," Midnight said. "I'm not here to fight you. I'm here because turning yourself in is still an option."
Mineta gave a quiet, humorless laugh. "No, you're not. You're here because you don't want me to release those videos."
"There's still a choice," she corrected, ignoring his words and trying to implore to his heroic side. "Whatever you think you've become, it doesn't erase why you enrolled at U.A. in the first place."
For a moment, his expression faltered – confusion flickering across his face before hardening into something sharper. Then he laughed, short and derisive. "You really think I had some noble dream?" he said, tilting his head, eyes narrowing with faint amusement. "Saving people. Inspiring hope. That kind of speech?"
He snickered, shaking his head. "I joined because I thought being a pro hero would make girls notice me. That's it. No destiny. No higher calling. Just a uniform and attention." He looked at her like she was naïve for ever believing otherwise. "You all kept pretending we were symbols in the making. I was just playing along."
Midnight studied him again, seeing not a mastermind or a monster, but a boy who had slipped through the cracks of an institution that believed cracks didn't exist.
"We should have looked closer," she admitted. "That's on us. But what you're doing now – hurting people, tearing trust apart – this isn't justice."
Mineta looked away, toward the curtained window and the city beyond. "Whatever. No one ever cared about me before. Why should I start caring for others now?"
"Then why call me here?" she asked quietly.
Midnight's blue eyes narrowed as Mineta's gaze raked over her body, his eyes glinting with a disturbing intensity. She could practically feel his eyes stripping her black and white hero outfit off, violating her with just a look. The lecherous grin spreading across his face left no doubt about the vile intentions brewing in his mind. "Because I know you'll do anything to stop those videos from spreading."
Midnight felt her body tense instantly, every muscle tightening as instinct overrode sympathy. Her spine straightened, her breathing stilled, and one hand drifted just a fraction closer to where her weapon would be if this were a battlefield instead of a hotel room.
The League had watched Mineta for longer than he expected. Back when he was welcomed into their ranks, Compress gave him one of his spheres. It contained a video; a recording of Mina's violation. He was to use it to blackmail others – to manipulate and sow even more public distrust in heroes. Nemuri Kayami – the woman underneath the R-Rated Hero: Midnight – cared far too much about her students not to heed the warning that he'd post the video online if she didn't meet him tonight.
Just for good measure, he bluffed that he had a video of the time he raped Momo as well. Pffff if only! It took all he had to keep the memory of her jugs jostling and swaying embedded in his mind. If only Toga took his requests to transform into his former classmates and undress herself in front of him more seriously.
The videos were the reason Midnight hadn't attacked yet. The villain swore he had backups. If she attacked him and brought him to justice, the League would post both videos online. Midnight couldn't win by any normal tactics. She just hoped she could appeal to the good that she wished lay hidden underneath the vile boy in front of her. "Mineta, don't do this," she warned, her voice steady despite the dread pooling in her stomach. "I'm here to help you, not-"
"Shut up," he snarled, cutting her off. His hand moved to the zipper of his pants, tugging it down with a harsh, deliberate slowness. "You're here because you don't want your precious students' reputations ruined. Well, here's how you can stop it." He freed himself with a smirk, his cock throbbing in the open.
Midnight's gorge rose but she forced herself to maintain eye contact, determined not to show weakness. She wasn't called the R-Rated hero for nothing. She'd seen men undress themselves in front of her before, had even pleasured heteromorphs who were about to get crushed underneath the weight of prejudice to stop them from lashing out against those who discriminated against them. The imp's lithe body, small and unimpressive, a four-inch cock that only seemed big due to the tiny body it belonged to, shouldn't have intimidated her as much as it did. It throbbed with vile intent, as if it taunted her situation.
"Mineta," she began, her voice low and calm despite the revulsion rising in her throat, "this isn't the answer. Hurting others, manipulating them... it's not going to fill the void you feel inside." She took a step back, putting some distance between them, her mind racing. She needed to appeal to whatever shred of decency he might still have left. "I know you've been hurt, that people have overlooked you and your feelings. But this path you're on... it's only going to lead to more pain, for you and others."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but notice his small hand slowly stroking his cock. "Stop this, Mineta," she tried again, her voice hardening. "Put it away and let's talk."
Mineta just laughed, a harsh, grating sound, as he continued his slow strokes. "Talk? You want to talk, Midnight? I'm tired of talking. I want action. I want to be seen, to be appreciated." His eyes glinted with a manic light. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get it."
"Now..." He licked his lips as his heart began to race. It thudded faster, louder, as if trying to keep pace with the thoughts surging ahead. Breath followed suit, turning quick and shallow, each inhale pulled in with urgency, each exhale released too soon. He shifted his weight, unable to stay still. Energy hummed through his limbs, a restless current that made his fingers twitch and his spine straighten. "Show me those delicious tits I've been fantasizing about for so long, Midnight!"
The words tore out of him as he jumped, the sound sharp and full, breaking free all at once. Both feet left the bed and both fists shot upward, knuckles clenched tight, arms punching the air.
He went from a deranged pervert to a child throwing a tantrum.
Midnight clenched her fists, trying to maintain her composure despite the revulsion churning in her stomach. This perverted imp, threatening her students' reputation, now lewdly demanding she expose herself... it took every ounce of her self-control not to punch his lights out right then and there. She crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom. "I'm here to help you, you foolish boy." Despite her stern words, Midnight couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease. His eyes were locked onto her chest, unblinking and intense, like a starving man eyeing a feast.
Something in him rearranged. It was not a snap, not a shatter. Something in his face tightened. Not all at once – piece by piece. The corners of his eyes hardened first, then his jaw set. He straightened to his full height. "I don't think you understood me," he said. His voice was louder now, not shouting, but occupying more space than necessary. It pressed against the walls. "I wasn't asking for anything complicated."
His face flushed. A vein surfaced at his temple, pulsing with visible enthusiasm. He pointed – not at her exactly, but in her direction, as if the accusation were larger than one person. "You all still think I won't do it for real. I'll do it, Midnight. I'll post the videos everywhere, let every pervert like me jerk off to Momo and Mina's delicious bodies, their reputations forever ruined!"
He leaned closer, placing his hand flat on the table between them. The sound it made was sharp, final. "It's a simple request," he said, slower now, each word set down deliberately. "Undress and show me your tits!"
Midnight gritted her teeth, her mind racing. This imp had her cornered, his twisted blackmail leaving her with no choice. She could try to fight her way out, but he'd likely upload the videos in an instant. Her students' lives and careers would be ruined. She had to protect them, even if it meant debasing herself.
"Fine," she spat bitterly, already reaching for the neck collar of her tight, black leotard. "You want a show, you little creep? I'll give you one."
With a resigned sigh, she started at the neck, where the leotard's high collar fastened with a clasp similar to a choker. With a small flick of her fingers, she unhooked it, letting the collar loosen. Her fingers reached up to the corset‑style leotard. The piece fit snugly over her bodysuit, the row of vertical red gemstone accents drawing the eye from what served as the leotard's neckline down toward her midriff. With a practiced motion born of habit, she lifted each side of the leotard's openings, loosening its grip. The black leather‑like material resisted slightly, then came free in a smooth slide as she peeled it over her bodysuit.
Only the white, very thin, skin-tight bodysuit remained to shield her mounds. Already, it left little to the imagination. Mineta's pupils widened without permission, drinking in every detail of the shape of her ample breasts. "N- Not bad, Teach~!"
The sheer thinness of the white bodysuit left little to the imagination, clinging to every curve of Midnight's ample bosom like a second skin. The garment strained against the weight and fullness of her heavy breasts, their generous shape clearly outlined. Each breath she took caused the fabric to stretch and ripple, hinting at the supple flesh beneath. The bodysuit plunged deeply between her breasts, revealing an expansive valley of cleavage that drew the eye in.
They seemed to be begging for release, aching to be freed from their tight confines. The whole effect was that of a delicious tease, a tantalizing glimpse of forbidden fruit, as Midnight's bountiful assets strained against their skimpy cover. The outline of her areolae could be seen, adding to the spectacle of her barely concealed breasts, heaving with each anxious breath. Mineta licked his lips, his small cock throbbing visibly as he drank in the sight of Midnight's half-naked body. "Mmmm, yes... just like that," he encouraged, his voice high-pitched with excitement. "Don't stop now!"
It slid away almost effortlessly. She lifted the straps from her shoulders. Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she hooked them into the elastic, the flimsy material stretching taut against her touch. She could feel the heat of her skin, the quickened pulse of her heartbeat echoing in her ears. Slowly, almost torturously so, she began to peel the clinging garment downwards. The fabric protested, clinging desperately to every curve and contour of her body, as if reluctant to surrender its prize. Midnight gritted her teeth and persevered, inch by maddening inch, revealing more and more creamy skin.
Her breath hitched as the bodysuit slid lower, the cool air of the room kissing the newly exposed skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. She could feel Mineta's hungry gaze devouring every inch of flesh as it was unveiled, his breathing growing louder, more ragged with each passing second.
That's it! Just a bit more!
The garment caught for a moment on the swell of her breasts, stretching taut across their heavy globes before finally succumbing to her relentless tugging. Midnight gasped as they spilled free – Mineta yelled jubilantly – freed from her pull, they jumped up and settled back into place with a boing. A sigh of relief that she failed to hide escaped her lips as her heavy assets finally felt unrestrained.
"Fuck yes," Mineta muttered, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, his pupils blown wide with lust as he stared at her newly exposed breasts. Ample and full mounds of creamy, supple flesh, they sat high and proud on her chest. Rosy nipples, already puckered and stiffening under his intense gaze, crowned each generous globe. Midnight's breasts seemed to glow, a beacon of feminine fertility.
She felt a rush of heat fill her cheeks at the blatant display of intimacy, even as a thrill of dark exhilaration raced down her spine. Despite her notorious R-rated exploits as a pro hero, this lewd display filled her with a timidity she couldn't suppress. The cool air conditioning the room prickled against her newly bared skin, making her nipples strain into stiff, sensitive peaks.
The pulse and throb of his heated cock from her unveiling caught her gaze. He was enjoying the show all right. It seemed to exude desperate, crawling need. This too was not unfamiliar to her. All the boys she'd helped out at the start of her hero-career had throbbed the same way.
The memory of her past heroic deeds, as misguided as they may have been, brought a wistful expression to her face. She could still recall the countless times she'd alleviated the stress of young men on the verge of turning to villainy. She couldn't help but recall the countless times she'd used her body to guide young men away from villainy in her early hero days. Each time, a touch, a glance, a whisper... it had been enough to soothe their urges and steer them back onto the right path.
Perhaps, Midnight mused, Mineta needed that same release. He was a fallen hero, after all. Could she tempt him back from the brink with the very temptation that had led him astray before? She took a deep, shuddering breath, her ample bosom heaving. Mineta's eyes zeroed in on the hypnotic rise and fall, his breathing growing ragged.
School policy had forbidden it, but wasn't it school policy that had gotten them in this situation to begin with?
Midnight took a step closer, her voice a husky purr.
"Is this what you wanted to see, Mineta? Me, at your mercy, offering what you've been craving?"
Mineta wasn't the same boy he'd been when he still attended U.A. He'd seen the wonders of a woman's body, had seen their bouncy shapes shake and ripple, smooth and pliant flesh in full motion. But Momo and Mina had been unwilling, the sounds of their pleading and begging – while shamefully arousing to his perverted lust – so very much unlike the way Midnight just purred at him. Her hand drifted up to trace the swell of her breast, fingers skimming over the soft skin. Mineta blushed, his cock twitching. Suddenly, he was very cognizant of his own nakedness.
Midnight could practically feel his eyes burning into her flesh as she slowly circled him. She placed herself behind him on the bed, her weight sinking into the mattress. She paused at his back, leaning close to murmur in his ear. "I can be everything you've ever fantasized about, Mineta. A reward for giving up your villainous ways. Doesn't that sound better than being a dirty criminal?"
"Wh- What?" Suddenly, Mineta's cheeks felt flushed, a sense of unpreparedness coming over him. With such a brazen, well-filled woman doting on him, he quickly seemed to lose the bravado he so eagerly showed in front of Momo and Mina.
She leaned in close, her ample bosom pressing against the back of Mineta's head. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the tension coiled in his muscles. Slowly, deliberately, she reached around his side, her hand trailing down his abdomen, feeling the ridges of his muscles twitch beneath her touch.
She paused, letting anticipation build, before cupping his throbbing erection. Mineta writhed from her sudden grab, yelping like the little boy she knew he still could be. It jerked in her hand, hot and hard as steel encased in velvet. Midnight bit back a moan, marveling at the heat of him. It was thicker than she expected.
"That's it, Mineta," she breathed, rubbing him slowly, torturously. "Such a worked up little boy, aren't you?"
Her other hand slid up to cup his chin, turning his head so he had to meet her heated gaze. He eyed her with a dazed, heated gaze, mouth parted, his breathing quickening. His uneven breath tickled her sensitive nipple. She leaned in, her lips a hairsbreadth from his. "I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. But you have to promise to give up this villainous nonsense. My students, and that includes you, deserve better."
Mineta swallowed heavily, an audible gulp as he noted the closeness of her lips.
She punctuated her words with a squeeze to his aching cock, her thumb swirling around the head, feeling pre-cum leaking from the tip. She knew she was playing with fire, trying to seduce her blackmailer. But Midnight was never one to back down from a challenge. Her hand continued its torturous exploration of his throbbing length, stroking him with a maddeningly slow rhythm. She could feel every twitch, every pulse, a testament to his all-consuming arousal. The heat of him seared her palm, a brand of forbidden desire. Midnight's own body thrummed with a dark need, a dampness expanding behind her utility belt.
"What do you say, Mineta?" Midnight whispered, her voice a seductive lure. "Do we have a deal? Your pleasure, in exchange for my students' innocence?
She could see the lust clouding his eyes, his mouth slack with want. Drool threatened to spill from the corner of his lips. The power dynamic shifted precariously as she took the lead, using her sexuality as a weapon to disarm him. "Mmm, look at you, so desperate for my touch," Midnight purred, stroking him faster in response to his needy nod. Her hand glided up and down his shaft, slick with his pre-cum. "Such a naughty boy, getting so excited by a heroine's body."
She pressed herself against his back, her ample breasts cushioning his shoulder blades. Her hips undulated slowly, rubbing her barely concealed sex against his ass. The thin fabric of her costume was damp, clinging to her folds.
"You want to be bad, don't you? Want to indulge in the naughty things you see on the internet?" Her voice was a sinful whisper, hot against his ear. "Tell me what you want to do with me, Mineta. I can make all your dirty fantasies come true."
Midnight's tongue flicked out to trace the shell of his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe. Her fingers continued their relentless stroking, coaxing him to the brink "I can be your ultimate sin," she breathed, a seductive promise. "Your naughty heroine, at your mercy. You can do anything you want to me." Her hand tightened around him, pumping harder. "Now, will you be a good boy?"
He shuddered, a strangled groan escaping his lips as her fingers worked magic on his aching cock. "Y- Yesss... Midnight..." he slurred, drunk on lust and the feeling of her hand around him. "I'll be a good boy... I promise..." His hips jerked forward, thrusting into her closed fist, desperate for more friction. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, coating her fingers with his essence. His small hands began to roam, eagerly exploring the generous curves of her body.
"Mmm, good boy," Midnight cooed approvingly, feeling Mineta shudder and groan under her ministrations. She rewarded his cooperation by rubbing him to completion, determined to milk every last drop of his release. Typical of boys like him, he'd been loud and threatening... right until the moment she challenged him with her sexuality. Suddenly, he became all awkward and lost, like a little puppy.
Her hand pumped his throbbing shaft faster, squeezing rhythmically from base to tip. She could feel him pulsing in her grip, his cock hot and hard as steel. Midnight leaned in close, her ample breasts spilling over his head as she purred encouragement. "That's it, Mineta. Let go for me. I want to feel you throb as you paint my hand with your hot, sticky essence. Give me everything you've got."
She stroked him with purpose now, her palm swirling around his sensitive tip on every upstroke. With her free hand, Midnight reached down to cup his tight, heavy balls, rolling them gently in her fingers. "Such a productive young man," she cooed approvingly, feeling their weight and fullness. "Gotta keep these little guys happy too, don't we? Make sure they're nice and empty, so you can focus on being a hero again!" Midnight worked him with skillful, experienced touches, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she watched his face contort in pleasure.
Mineta let out a high, keening moan, his hips bucking erratically into her stroking fist. "Ahhn, Midnight! I'm... I'm going to... unghh!"
"Mmm, yes! Now, Mineta! Now!" she urged breathlessly. With a guttural cry, he obeyed her command, his cock erupting and pulsing as it erupted over her fingers.
Thick, creamy ropes of cum spurted from his twitching tip, coating Midnight's hand and wrist with his hot release. She continued to pump him through it, milking out every drop until he slumped back against her, spent and gasping as he rested his head against her pillowy breasts.
"Good boy," Midnight praised again, holding his softening cock and sticky hand up for him to see. "You did so well, Mineta. I'm proud of you."
With a smirk, she brought her cum-splattered fingers to her mouth and made a show of licking them clean. "Mmm, delicious. You taste like a good boy should," she purred sultrily.
Mineta leaned heavily against Midnight's bountiful bosom, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath after his explosive climax. Sweat glistened on his brow. He looked up at Midnight with hazy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide with the aftershocks of pleasure. His plump, pouting lips were parted slightly as he panted for air, a light sheen of perspiration on his round, cherubic face. Even now, in the throes of his release, Mineta had an almost innocent, youthful appearance. Nothing like the crazed villain he portrayed himself as before. But the way his eyes raked over Midnight's heaving curves spoke to the perverted lust boiling just beneath that childlike facade.
Mineta looked up at her, his glazed eyes struggling to focus. A slow, devious grin spread across his cherubic face. "Midnight... you're so soft and warm. It's like a dream..." Emboldened, Mineta turned, threw his arms around her waist and buried his face between her pillowy mounds, motorboating them with a gleeful giggle. The supple flesh yielded around his cheeks, nearly smothering him. "Such wonderful funbags~!"
Big fat tits that he could drown himself in! Just like Momo's! He pressed himself urgently into the valley of her ample cleavage. Her breasts flattened against the weight, jiggled and swayed with the energetic motion of his head. The ripe, heavy globes quivered like jelly, maintaining their shape only to bounce back and forth.
"Oh yeah!" His nostrils were flaring as his hands came up to cradle the heavy weight. "So heavy," her muttered with glee, barely audible against the squash of her tits. His small hands kneaded the pliant flesh, his fingers sinking deep into her malleable mounds as he pawed at them eagerly.
"M- Mineta..." She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as unwanted sparks of arousal coursed through her while being used as nothing more than a pair of warm, soft tits for this perverted boy to molest. And yet, some dark, hidden part of her was shamefully excited by his unbridled lust and the raw, carnal sensation of his hands and face buried in her ample cleavage. It had been so long since she partook in such sensual sins.
Midnight tensed as she felt the slick, muscular muscle of Mineta's tongue begin to drag over the sensitive swell of her breasts. A shiver ran through her, goosebumps prickling on her skin as he started to lace the heavy globes with long, slow licks, coating them in a glistening sheen of saliva. It seemed he wasn't satisfied until her jugs were mantled in his saliva.
Eagerly, he flattened her tits against each other, squeezing her ample mounds from the sides, forcing them to meet in the middle. The soft flesh yielded easily to his eager manipulation, and she gasped as he succeeded in connecting her stiff, aching nipples.
Mineta giggled drunkenly, his eyes glazed over with lust as he watched her nipples, now a deep rosy hue, peek out from the valley of her cleavage like two pert little nubs begging for attention. "They're like a single big nipple now!" he exclaimed gleefully, before leaning in take them both in his mouth.
"Mmnnh... you like that, you little pervert?" Midnight panted, her voice husky with arousal. "Getting off on groping your teacher's tits like some horny teenager?"
Mineta just grinned up at her, his eyes glazed with lust as he continued his lewd assault on her chest. "Y- Yeah... I love these big, soft, perfect tits! They're even better than I imagined!" he groaned, lapping at her nipples with his tongue.
Midnight shuddered, a breathy whimper escaping her lips at the lewd, wet sensation. She could feel his slick saliva starting to coat her chest, and the cool air on the trail left by his tongue made her nipples stiffen even further. The damp patch at the center of her thighs darkened, and the thin material began to cling transparently to her curves. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a wanton moan as she felt Mineta's rock-hard piston press insistently against her stomach. The boy's lustful groping and lewd licks had him throbbing with teenage hormones and desire. She could feel the heat radiating off his straining cock.
"Mmnnh... feeling a little excited there, aren't you Mineta?" Midnight purred, her voice dripping with mock disapproval even as she subtly arched into him. "Grinding your hard-on against your teacher like that..."
Mineta just moaned in response, too far gone in his titty-worship haze to care about her words. Saliva started to run down his chin from all his slurping. His hips jerked forward instinctively, rubbing his aching erection against her soft belly, still covered by her bodysuit. Her stomach felt so warm and smooth~!
Midnight gasped softly as Mineta's teeth caught on one of her sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of pained pleasure straight to her core. Her panties were positively soaked at this point, clinging to her folds and leaving nothing to the imagination. She could feel herself throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat, desperate for stimulation.
Midnight might have been the third woman Mineta got his greedy hands on, but he was as selfish as the time he forced himself on Momo. With a mouthful of creamy tit to slurp on and an excess of pliable flesh for his hands to squeeze and jostle, he wasn't planning on relieving his partner anytime soon.
Sure, if Midnight pressed his face between those thick, meaty thighs, he'd eagerly lap up everything she offered and more, but with his mind so high on creamy, pliable tits, it'd take a strong forceful push downwards for him to reconsider. The boy was like a man possessed, groaning and slurping as he groped and suckled with wild abandon.
"Mineta," Midnight gasped out, her voice strained but firm. "That's enough of that for now." She used both hands to grasp the boy's head, gently but firmly pulling him back so that his mouth popped off her nipple with a lewd sound; it wobbled back into place, only increasing its magnetic pull. His relentless suckling left her nipples puffy, glistening with his drool.
Mineta whined at the loss of his creamy prize, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he looked up at Midnight. "But I was just getting to the good part!" he complained petulantly, trying to lean forward and return his attentions to her heaving rack.
"Oh no you don't, you greedy little brat," Midnight admonished him, squeezing her thighs around his hips to keep him in place as she used her grip to hold him back. "I think you've had quite enough of my breasts for the time being."
With a determined expression, Midnight reached for her utility belt, the action causing her to lean forward and present her heaving chest even more prominently. Mineta's eyes zeroed in on the tantalizing sight, his mouth falling open in a lewd moan. But then, the distinct sound of buckles and metal clinking together filled the room, snapping the boy out of his lustful daze.
Mineta blinked rapidly, his glazed eyes flickering between Midnight's face and then the belt she dropped on the floor. Finally, she felt him slacken, his eagerness for her breasts temporarily quenched. She stood up from the bed, removing the garter straps that had slipped free from her stockings, which she rolled down gently to avoid snagging the delicate fabric of the bodysuit underneath. Her boots followed, slid down her calves and set aside neatly.
Merely her skin-tight body suit – still tucked around her, just below her exposed breasts, protected her from the hungry eyes that seemed to bore into her. "Ready Mineta~" she cooed. With a sensual wink, she began to peel the suit downwards. The fabric stretched and strained as it resisted, having molded itself to her figure. She had to wriggle and squirm, hanging breasts swaying while her hips gyrated as she worked the clinging garment over the swell of her ass. Mineta audibly cheered at the sight. The material rolled slowly down her thick thighs, revealing more of her toned legs with each passing second.
Midnight's breathing grew heavier, not just from the effort of disrobing, but from the anticipation and a shameful hint of excitement. Her mind raced with memories of her past as she shimmied the suit over her knees and calves.
Finally, with a last wriggle and a soft grunt, she pushed the bodysuit down over her feet and kicked it away. Now clad in nothing but a pair of skimpy black panties, Midnight stood before Mineta, her body on display. "There," she said, her voice breathy. "You wanted a show, didn't you?" She turned slowly, letting him take in the view from all angles. The globes of her ass swayed slightly, the string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.
Mineta let out a low whistle, his eyes glazing over with lust as he drank in the sight of Midnight's nearly bare body. What a glorious view it was to stare up along the spread of her thighs, the plains of her stomach, and the mountains of her breasts. She exuded prime maturity. "Fuck, you're so hot!" he breathed, palming himself.
Midnight felt a thrill of satisfaction at his reaction. She had him right where she wanted.
"Like what you see?" she purred, stepping closer to the bed.
Midnight smirked as she saw Mineta lying down from her approach, naked and already hard, his eyes glued to her nearly bare body. She could practically feel his gaze roaming over her curves, undressing her further. Straddling his hips, she leaned down, her nipples brushing against his chest, her tits dangling as they hung from her slant.
"Not bad, for a little pervert like you," she teased, rocking her hips slightly. The friction of his hard cock against her covered mound sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Midnight bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure even as her body betrayed her growing arousal.
She placed her hands on his chest, fingers splayed out, as she ground down against him with more purpose now. The damp patch on her panties grew, her body preparing itself for him. Midnight's breath hitched as she felt how hard he was, how much he wanted her.
"I bet you've imagined this, haven't you? Having me, all to yourself, like this?" Midnight's voice was a purr, low and seductive as she rolled her hips, rubbing herself along his length through the thin fabric barrier. "Imagined having me like this in an empty classroom at the academy."
Mineta could only nod, his mouth dry, eyes wide with lust and disbelief at the situation. Midnight chuckled, a throaty sound. She reached up to cup his cheek, tilting his face to look her in the eyes.
"Well, here's your chance, little man. I'll give you what you want, but in return..." Midnight leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered her terms. "You'll cooperate with me. We'll find a way to get you back on the path of heroism, together."
Midnight ground down against Mineta's throbbing cock, the damp fabric of her panties the only barrier between them. She could feel every ridge and vein of his impressive erection as it nestled between her plump lips, the head peeking out to nudge at her bellybutton. A shiver ran through her body at the intimate contact.
"You're playing with fire, little man," Midnight warned, even as she continued to sensually grind on him before leaning down to capture Mineta's mouth in a heated kiss. Midnight licked into his mouth, her tongue boldly tangling with his, swallowing his groan of pleasure. She bit his bottom lip, tugging at it before soothing the sting with her tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Midnight sat back up, panting softly. Her blue eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide. She looked like a woman desperate for release. Ever since she took the lead in this little charade, her arousal had only grown, yet all stimulation she'd been rewarded with had been on her breasts. She ached for the feel of a hard cock inside her wet heat. This had been part of her services to young men before. Her hands were a given, her mouth used if they were lucky – just a few times, especially when it involved one of the heteromorphs who would otherwise never experience the glory of a developed woman, had she given them the honor of bedding her.
And yet, she hesitated. Because even as aroused as she was, even with her body screaming for his touch, Midnight knew she had to be careful. She had to make sure she was in control of this situation, that Mineta was the one falling under her spell, not the other way around.
"So, what's it going to be, Mineta?" Midnight purred, her voice low and seductive. "Are you going to be a good boy and cooperate? Delete the videos, and I'll let you experience this sweet little pussy~!"
"O- Of course!" Mineta's hands shook with barely contained eagerness as he fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it in his haste. He tapped frantically at the screen, his eyes flicking between Midnight and his device. The sound of deleting files filled the room, each one a testament to his desperation and arousal.
"There! I deleted them, just like you asked!" Mineta announced, panting heavily. He looked up at Midnight with wide, eager eyes, his gaze pleading for approval. His cock throbbing almost painfully against the damp patch on his pants. "N- Now let me plough you!" he rambled on, each word out of his mouth making him less and less charismatic.
Midnight smiled, slow and predatory, as she slid off his lap. She stood up, swaying her hips enticingly as she took a step back. "I'm glad you could see reason, Mineta. I think this arrangement will benefit us both."
With the video gone, Midnight should've stopped this. She should use her quirk, subdue him, and bring him in. U.A.'s biggest failure would be corrected. But was that true justice? Midnight loved uncouth, hopeless boys like him. It was no wonder he'd resorted to using his quirk for such foul things. This was the kind of boy who craved sex but lacked everything it needed to get some other than by his own vile means.
She really should have taken care of him before his fall to villainy.
I'm sorry Mineta. As if to apologize for her negligence, she reached down, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. With a swift, smooth motion, she peeled it down, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. Mineta's eyes widened as her mound was exposed, the bare, glistening folds just inches from his face. He could smell her arousal, musky and alluring. A well-managed tuft of pubs adored her cleft, adding to her maturity.
Midnight shimmied out of her panties, letting it pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it, kicking it aside to stand before him completely naked. Her body was a work of art, all curves and soft planes, with full, heavy breasts tipped with hardened nipples. Momo's body was well-developed, the envy of women all over with curves blessed by the gods themselves. And yet, Midnight dwarfed her in terms of radiating with adulthood. Midnight was a woman in her prime, and she knew it!
Midnight slowly straddled Mineta's lap once more, her plush, womanly curves dwarfing his small, almost impish frame. She could feel the heat radiating off his tiny body, the desperate throbbing of his cock against her inner thigh. It was a stark contrast, the mature heroine and the pint-sized villain. Eagerly, he placed one small hand on her waist.
As she settled her weight onto him, Mineta let out a grunt, the bed creaking ominously beneath due to the sudden additional load. Midnight smirked at his discomfort, enjoying the power dynamic. She could easily overpower this tiny man if she desired.
"Mmm, don't you make for a cute little seat?" Midnight purred, rocking her hips slightly. The motion caused her heavy breasts to jiggle enticingly before his wide eyes. "I bet you've never had a real woman on your lap before, have you, Mineta? All you managed was keeping your classmates below you with your quirk."
Midnight reached down between them, grasping his throbbing erection. What it lacked in length, it made up in girth in her mature hand. She began to stroke him slowly, reveling in the desperate bucking of his hips, seeking more of her touch.
"There now, don't squirm so," she cooed, tightening her grip. "Let Midnight take care of all your needs, little Grapist. I'll give you pleasures you've never even dreamed of." Her other hand drifted up to cup one of her heavy breasts, hefting its weight before giving the soft flesh a teasing squeeze. The action made Mineta whimper with desire, his eyes locked onto her chest.
"M- Midnight," he begged, desperate. Inside! He wanted to be inside so bad! "Please...!"
"All I ask in return," Midnight continued, her voice a husky purr, "is that you give up this foolish villainy. It's unbecoming of a young man like yourself. Midnight believes in giving second chances, you see. Let me guide you back to the path of righteousness..." Her stroking hand sped up as she spoke, pumping his throbbing cock with skillful motions. "But first, let's take care of this throbbing little problem, shall we? Midnight has such talents for... stress relief."
She angled him in line with his cleft, petals already engorged by arousal. His tips nuzzled against her cleft, throbbing, aching to go inside.
Midnight leaned in closer, her ample bosom brushing against Mineta's chest as she gazed into his eyes with a sultry, knowing look. "Shh, just relax and let Midnight handle everything," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. "You've been so wound up, haven't you, my little Grapist? Carrying all that stress and tension... it's not healthy for a growing boy like yourself."
Midnight's hips began to slowly lower, the tip of Mineta's throbbing cock kissing her slick folds. She shuddered at the first point of contact, a breathy moan escaping her lips. "Yesss, that's it," she purred, "just like that." Her hand continued to stroke him, guiding his thick girth to rub along her slit, coating him in her arousal.
She could feel Mineta trembling beneath her, his small hands gripping her wide hips tightly. He was like a live wire, all pent-up energy and desperation. It both thrilled and concerned her. She had to be careful not to let this go too far, to maintain control even as she indulged his deepest fantasies. She could feel Mineta trembling beneath her touch, his small body overwhelmed by the new sensations. She smiled to herself, reveling in the power she held over him in this intimate moment.
"Midnight knows just what you need," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "She's going to take gooood care of you, Mineta. Gonna make alllll those naughty thoughts go away..." She could feel her wetness dripping down his shaft now.
He nodded frantically, too far gone to speak. Finally! Finally, he would be inside of her!
Midnight smiled, then sank down an inch, taking him into her hot, tight embrace. "Ahhn!" they groaned in unison at the sensation.
Mineta shuddered as her warmth enveloped him. He could barely process the overwhelming sensations coursing through his small body as Midnight slowly engulfed him in her molten heat. His eyes crossed, unfocused, tongue rolling out slightly as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. "Mmmngh... haaahh..." Incoherent sounds bubbled up from his throat, unable to string together a proper sentence.
Midnight took a deep breath, bracing herself as she slowly sank down onto Mineta's thick cock. She could feel every inch of his substantial girth stretching her tight walls, filling her up in a way that made her gasp.
"Oh, Mineta," she breathed, "you're ... thick." She looked down at him with hooded eyes, biting her lip as she adjusted to his size. Despite his shorter length, his thickness made him feel big inside her.
Mineta could only whimper in response, his eyes rolling back in bliss as Midnight's hot, slick walls enveloped him. Her velvety softness gripped him like a vice, squeezing and pulsing around his sensitive flesh. Mineta's fingers dug into the plush flesh of Midnight's hips, claws extending slightly as he clung to her like a lifeline, terrified she might disappear.
"Don't worry," Midnight grunted, starting to rock her hips slowly, "Midnight knows just how to take care of a fat boy like you." She began to ride him with deliberate, sensual motions, taking him a bit deeper with each descent. She rose and fell on his thick cock with a slow, steady rhythm. Her heavy breasts bounced with each roll of her hips, drawing his gaze like a magnet.
Mineta's small hands gripped her wide hips ever tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he tried to pull her down harder, desperate for more of that incredible pleasure. Midnight just smiled enigmatically and slapped his hands away. "Ah ah ah, I'm in charge here," she scolded playfully. "Just relax and let Midnight make you feel good." She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his small chest, and increased the pace of her movements.
Mineta's small form seemed almost swallowed up by Midnight's voluptuous figure as she loomed over him, engulfing him with her womanly curves. Her ample bosom swayed and bounced with each roll of her hips. The pale, pliant flesh jiggled hypnotically, mesmerizing the boy with every movement.
In contrast, Mineta appeared almost childlike underneath the mature Midnight, his scrawny limbs making him seem small and delicate. His short and skinny legs, barely long enough to appear below Midnight's developed body on either side of her wide hips, kicked reflexively as the stimulation intensified. The stark contrast in their sizes was evident – where Midnight was all ripe, womanly curves, Mineta was gangly and underdeveloped, appearing more boy than man despite his villainous ambition.
His hands, small and slightly damp, gripped her plush thighs as if trying to anchor himself to something solid amidst the overwhelming new sensations. Yet despite his youthful frame, Mineta's eyes burned with an intense, almost feverish lust that betrayed his mature desires. As Midnight continued to bob herself on his thick cock, her plush rear engulfing his groin, Mineta's small feet curled and toes flexed helplessly against the sheets, overwhelmed by the slick, velvet heat enveloping him.
Why? Eagerly, Mineta felt each and every contraction of Midnight's tight warmth. Why wasn't he enjoying the way her supple, pliable flesh jiggled in front of his face as much as he should? His dick was loudly slurped into her soaking snatch with a wet squelch. Her silken walls rippled along his shaft, gripping him tightly as if he were a too-tight fit for her taut channel. A sheen of sweat had glistened on her heaving body as she determinedly worked to accommodate him, her breasts bouncing with each downward thrust.
This was supposed to be all he ever wanted – a night with the R-Rated Hero: Midnight!
So why?
In his youth, Mineta's eyes had darted across the glowing screen of his tablet, hungrily devouring the sordid details of Midnight's exploits. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, a gesture of both nervousness and anticipation as he read about the famous heroine's unorthodox methods.
The rumors spoke of Midnight's unique approach to hero work – going above and beyond the call of duty to alleviate stress for troubled young men. Mineta's heart raced as he envisioned the curvaceous heroine selflessly using her body to bring relief to poor, sex-starved boys like him.
She actually fucked a loser lizard like me!
She blew me until I couldn't get hard anymore!
She let met touch her tits while she jacked me off!
I can't believe she allowed me to knot her! I feel like I can finally live!
Each new thread gave him so much hope. He could almost see it in his mind's eye: Midnight, with her ample bosom barely contained in her skintight costume, kneeling before him. Coaxing out his shy, hesitant cock with skilled fingers and a coquettish smile. Her full, glossy lips wrapped around his sensitive flesh, giving him his first taste of warm, wet paradise.
Why? Why had she saved all of them, but had left him to rot until he resorted to villainy?
Mineta's mind raced with bitter thoughts as his hips snapped forward, driving into Midnight's tight heat with increasing force. Each powerful thrust rocked the heroine's voluptuous body, flesh rippling from his growing rage.
"Oooh?!" Midnight yelped, surprised when the small boy wrapped his arms around her hips and barely managed to roll them over in one swift movement, pinning the surprised heroine beneath him. He wasted no time in redoubling his efforts, his hips pounding into her with a punishing rhythm that filled the room with the obscene sounds of their coupling.
"Midnight!" he grunted, his voice tight with strain and emotion. "Why? Why didn't you ever let me do this before? I... I needed it so bad...!"
Midnight gasped beneath him. He pinned her down with everything he had, a force in his hips that told her how much he resented her in that moment. His hips snapped forward with a newfound fury, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Each powerful drive of his cock hit her deepest parts, sending jolts of pained pleasure through her curves. The boy's balls slapped lewdly against her ass, a staccato rhythm of pent-up frustration and resentment. It was almost too much, but Midnight gritted her teeth and took it.
Beneath her, the bed creaked and groaned as it bore the brunt of their energetic coupling. Her bouncy body shook and rippled with each mighty thrust. She had so much jiggle from any movement against her, the jiggle of her flesh hypnotic in its rhythm. Her creamy ass wobbled each time his groin met her rear. Her blessed tits undulated like waves of soft, pliant flesh.
Even in the throes of passion, she could not ignore his words.
"I... I'm sorry, Mineta," she breathed, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. "I didn't realize... didn't know how much you..."
Midnight wrapped her thick, creamy thighs around the boy's slight frame, locking her ankles behind his back. The action caused her to lift her hips, meeting his desperate thrusts halfway. "I'm here now, Mineta," she gasped out, her voice ragged. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. You have my word. After you turn yourself in, I promise I'll come by every week so you can pound your lust into me!"
Midnight's breath caught as Mineta's hips pistoned into hers with renewed vigor, his small body trembling with barely restrained emotion above her. She could feel every inch of his frustration, his resentment, his pent-up need pouring out with each powerful thrust.
"This is what you needed, isn't it?" she panted, her ample breasts heaving with each labored breath. "To be able to take what you want, to unload all that frustration inside me. Come on, let is all out inside of me!"
"M- Midnight!" Mineta's breath came in short, sharp gasps as his hips began to falter, losing their previous relentless rhythm. His small body trembled and twitched above Midnight, every muscle pulled taut with impending release. His cock, slick with their combined fluids, throbbed and pulsed erratically inside Midnight's clenching heat. The once steady thrusts became shallow, jerky motions as he chased his rapidly approaching climax. His balls drew up tight to his body, the boy's entire frame quaking with the force of his building release. His grip on Midnight's hips tightened, sure to leave bruises, as he ground against her desperate for that final push.
Midnight let out a throaty moan as she felt Mineta's small body tense and quiver above her, his desperate cries spurring on her own rapidly building climax. "Yesss, that's it Mineta!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her inner walls clenching and rippling around his throbbing cock. "Give it to me! I want to feel you cum, want to feel you unload every drop of that pent-up frustration inside me!"
Her voluptuous body undulated beneath him, the lewd slap of sweat-slicked skin on skin echoing loudly. She could feel the heat building at her core, Mineta's erratic movements stoking the flames of her own desire. "Come on Mineta, let go!" Midnight urged, her voice a needy whine. She tightened her thighs around his waist, using the leverage to grind her hips up to meet his, taking him as deep as physically possible as her own climax began. Her own release crashed over her like a tidal wave, pleasure white-hot and all-consuming. Midnight threw her head back with a ragged scream, "Let it all out!"
"C- Cumming!" With bloated cheeks and eyes squeezed shut, Mineta's cried out. As Midnight squirted over his cock, he swelled and pulsed within her, and then his hot seed was painting her insides, coating her walls. He fell headfirst into her pillowy tits as rope after rope of cum was spurted into her awaiting womb. His small body convulsed, his cock jerked and throbbed intensely inside her, the thick shaft pulsing as it unleashed a torrential flood of hot, sticky seed.
Midnight gasped and moaned whorishly as she felt the first potent spurts paint her inner walls, the sensation setting off aftershocks of her own mind-blowing climax. "Yesss, give it all to me Mineta!" she encouraged breathlessly, her hips rolling to milk every last drop from his spasming cock.
Mineta's orgasm felt like it went on forever, his youthful virility ensuring an embarrassingly large load. Midnight's pussy squelched and gushed with each throbbing jet, her thighs soon coated in their mixed fluids. By the time his balls were finally empty, Midnight was absolutely drenched, Mineta's seed seeping out around his softening cock.
With a shuddering gasp, Mineta slackened onto Midnight's heaving chest, completely spent. "Midnight..." he panted weakly, burying his face between her large, soft breasts. She could only moan softly in response, utterly satisfied and content to bask in the afterglow. The two lay entwined, catching their breath and enjoying the intimate closeness. Mineta's small body fit perfectly against Midnight's lush curves.
Muscles loosened, thoughts drifted, and exhaustion crept in gently, like a slow tide pulling them under. Breathing evened out, eyelids grew heavy, and the world narrowed to warmth and darkness.
Then – ping.
A sharp sound cut through the calm. The phone on the nearby table lit up, its sudden glow spilling across the room and breaking the spell, shadows jumping on the walls as the screen pulsed with an unread notification.
It was Midnight's phone.
She jolted upright and reached for the phone, fingers clumsy as she grabbed it. The screen felt too bright in the dark room as she unlocked it, eyes skimming the message once – then again – just to be sure she was reading it correctly.
The words sank in all at once.
Her stomach dropped, a hollow, sinking sensation pulling everything down with it. Heat flushed through her, followed by a cold wave of dread that crept up her spine.
"Heh heh heh!" Mineta's slimy, vile laughter enveloped the room.
She looked at him, white in the face, with a look of absolute horror. An anonymous number had texted her two videos. One was of Ashido – the one Mineta sworn he had deleted. The other... was of her.
Midnight stared at the phone in her trembling hands, the damning videos glaring accusingly at her. She felt the blood drain from her face as the horrifying realization sank in.
"M- Mineta, what have you done?" she stammered, a cold sweat breaking out across her skin. The little pervert was still laughing, that slimy, vile sound filling the room and making her stomach churn with dread and rage.
"Promise me you'll be a hero again, Mineta," he taunted her, mimicking her voice. "As if I'm ever going to turn myself in after all the shit I pulled! Why would I be happy with your little conjugal visits in jail if I could just be free and rape every woman who strikes my fancy!"
Mineta's slimy laughter grated against her ears like nails on a chalkboard. She should have known better than to think she could salvage him. The depravity he spouted, the sheer malice...it was clear now. She had severely underestimated how far he'd fallen.
"Damn it, Mineta," she spat, tossing the phone aside. "I... I thought there was still a chance for you. That I could..." Her voice cracked. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain composure. Her mind raced with the implications. Those videos could destroy her, and Ashido's life would be ruined too.
Mineta just cackled, lounging back on the bed with a smug, self-satisfied grin. "Face it Midnight, you had your chance. But I'm not a hero, and I don't want to be. I'm done playing nice."
His eyes roved lecherously over her nude form, grinning from the spillage of his jizz out of her well-used slit, making her skin crawl.
The air around them darkened without warning. A low, weightless pressure settled over the room, as though space itself had taken a breath and forgotten to release it. Purple mist seeped into the room from out of nowhere, rolling outward in slow, deliberate waves. It did not drift randomly – it obeyed.
The fog thickened, folding in on itself, spiraling until it tore open a hole where reality should have been. A circular void formed, its edges churning like a storm caught in slow motion. Light bent unnaturally at its rim, vanishing into the darkness within.
Though Kurogiri was nowhere to be seen, his presence was undeniable. The gate stabilized, perfectly shaped and patiently held, as if an invisible hand were gripping the fabric of the world and keeping it open – waiting for someone to step through.
"I guess that's my queue," Mineta spoke, sounding somewhat dismayed. He eyed Midnight on the bed, still shaking on the bed with a shocked expression. He almost felt bad. Almost. "You know... I really think you could've saved me."
With those final words, he stepped through the portal to return to the League's hideout, leaving Midnight alone in the room.
Midnight lay there for a long moment after the portal closed, Mineta's taunting words echoing in her mind.
The next day, the League posted both videos online.
Public trust dwindled once more.