Hey, guys. Big Diesel and [girlfriendoftheauthor] here with another story for Izuku's Mothers. This chapter is related to Izuku's Sisters chapter, "The Queen's Game." This is the origin on how Izuku Midoriya becomes an escort. This series will present a combination of flashbacks and present events. The 'x' represents flashback and "x" represents present. Unless noted, we will let you know the story's plot and time.

As a warning, this particular chapter is a romance-drama. Relax, there won't be any rape for this is still a vanilla-lemon series. However, the content does include femdom, oral sex, and accidental voyeurism. If this isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading this.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present "The Queen's Game (Origins)."

The English muffin was to Inko's liking. Light and flaky with strawberry jam and butter. A cup of Dimbula tea and a lemon tea. Inko told herself that she wanted to get a diet. She thought that having light meals would help get back to her former image. Across from the table sat Nemuri Kayama, her son Izuku's teacher. She, too, ordered the English muffin. Her was with Grape jelly and it was darker around the edges. Inko was a bit jealous of Nemuri's beauty. Her natural ability of attractiveness. The looks she gathered from those when she entered the cafe. Nemuri should appear in movies, magazines ads, but instead, she was a Pro Hero. Inko scraped the butter on her muffin as an excuse to vent her frustration on that sheer beauty. Despite the difference in age by less than ten years, Nemuri could have easily been mistaken for a college student.

'More tea for the mother and daughter?' Inko bit her lip. She was maintaining her composure. Hiding her frustration through a smile, she told the waitress 'yes, please.' The waitress filled both of their cups. She humbly bowed before disappearing into the busy crowd.

Nemuri blew into the cup. She took slow sips. It was as if she was analyzing for flavor. To Inko, it was just hot water and leaves that was passing off as tea. Why was Inko feeling jealous? Why was she comparing herself to the teacher? She knew that it was Nemuri herself that called for this meeting. On the phone, she sounded a bit worrisome. She knew that she wanted it somewhere outside of the home. Unconventional, but understandable, the mother thought. Citing it to the new age pedagogy of teaching.

Nemuri finished the cup. She took a bite of her muffin before setting it down. She lightly dabbed both sides of her face with a napkin. Inko frowned once more. She knew that Nemuri took an etiquette class.

'Midoriya-san, I wanted to thank you for coming on this short notice,' she said politely. "It's a pleasure that you have allowed your son to be in my care.' She bowed to the mother. 'Thank you for giving me your time.'

'The pleasure is all mine,' she replied gently. Although she wanted to toss the lukewarm tea to her face. To avoid any further insecurity, she focused on the matter at hand. 'A concerned teacher of Izuku is a close ally for me."

"I am glad to see it that way, Midoriya-san," she told Inko. 'First and foremost, it is a pleasure to have Midoriya-kun as a student. He is a hard worker, a go-getter, and is well-received by his peers.'

'Well, thank you,' replied Inko. Something that could have been a ten-minute phone call instead of taking a train, two bus routes, and wearing my best sundress for this meet. She smiled. 'I am humbly grateful of your sincere feelings for him.'

She took a sip of her lemon water. 'Yes, Midoriya-san. Midoriya-kun is a prime example of what I want a Pro Hero to be like.' She looked down at the table. 'However, I am a bit concern of his certain behavior in the class.'

'I don't quite understand,' said Inko as she showed a hint of concern. 'Earlier, you'd mentioned that he was well-received with his peers.'

'Yes, yes,' interjected Kayama-sensei. 'Well-received, but it doesn't mean that it is always positive.'

Inko didn't notice any aberrant behavior whenever he was at home. Yet again, a child can act a certain way between his friends and his family. Giving Kayama-sensei the benefit of the doubt, she was willing to listen. 'Explain, Kayama-san.'

Nemuri coughed, a habit she did before explaining herself. 'Izuku has displayed moments of distraction in class. Either he falls asleep or is daydreaming. If he is alert, he is distracted as neighboring students tend to get him off-focused.'

'Do you think if that is occurring, then you should move them.'

'I could, but protocol with the headmaster. A strong rule I am afraid.' She redirected herself back to the subject at hand. 'Recently, his scores are dwindling and I am not sure if he has sent you his last couple of test.' She reached into her briefcase, handing her the copies of Izuku's test. 'They aren't his best scores. He is going at below-average. It's a bit worrying to me.'

'I can't say, Kayama-san. He tells me that he is doing well.'

'I agree. However, in my class, he is not. Or at least, not yet.'

'That does sound like a problem.' Inko wasn't surprised. She could remember her early days of high school when she didn't want to tell her parents about a certain class. Izuku was sixteen. At some point, she was going to see his report card. Atypical for conventional Japanese parents, but Inko knew her son's potential. It was an open-and-shut case.

Izuku was distracted. Simple as that. No need for breakfast. A phone call, a good talking with Izuku, and done. As she formulating the conclusion, Kayama-sensei continued to talk. 'My biggest suggestion I can recommend and my headmaster has agreed with me on this.' She took a breath as if she was going to make a huge announcement that was going to stop everything in the cafe. 'I think Izuku should have private tutoring lessons.'

A sound of the record player was scratched at the same time as Inko raised her eyebrows. Kayama-sensei, you have a lot to learn about children and teaching. Thank goodness that it is my off day. 'So, you think that private tutoring is wise for Izuku?'

'Don't worry about the cost, Midoriya-san,' she told her with assurance. 'UA High School will cover all of the cost. It's included in the tuition. All I need is your written permission to tutor your son.' She grabbed a sheet of paper which displayed the permission slip. 'Plus, the family stamp of approval.'

'Certainly, Kayama-san. Whatever you have to do to keep my child's grades up,' she told Nemuri as she scanned the paper before signing it and stamping it. She passed it back to Nemuri. 'Ok, then. My boy is all yours.' She placed the pen back into her purse. 'I expect great results from him.'

'Like I said, Midoriya-san, he will. You won't regret it.' Kayama-sensei bowed before Inko. 'Now, since we are finished with that business. Do you care to talk about other things?'

The school bell chimed as school was dismissed for the day. The courtyard became active once again as students exited the building to do their various activities. From afar, there were a group of cheerleaders practicing their routine for the upcoming soccer game. There were a group of students from the kendo club, dressed in their traditional attire, walking toward the gymnasium. There were other students leaving the courtyard either heading home by train or bus. Some are being picked up by their parents or their chauffeurs in their luxurious vehicles. In front of the school's entrance, there were a group of students planning for something to do. Regardless of what plans the students have, it was in contrast to what the Izuku Midoriya planned.

He sat underneath the cherry blossom tree as the students were carrying on with their activities. On any given day, he would just go home. However, he decided that he wanted to stay after. He wanted to soak in the afternoon sun and be at peace with his dear autumn.

Somewhere in there, Izuku had other plans.

This particular autumn day had Izuku's spirits soaring beyond the colorful trees above. The brilliant shafts of sunlight caress the carpet of reds and golds before him laid out like a carpet for a royal. Each breath of fresh air filled him with a sense of life that almost made him want to shout out loud, just to hear his voice echo amidst the trees; which is a fair contrast to his personality. This cherry blossom tree was very dear to him along with his fountain. To him, the cherry blossom tree was the grandeur, the main highlight of his school. The many times he had spent under the tree that the rough-barked beauties were like his loyal acquaintances. If he could, he would hug if there weren't so many of his classmates about.

With his back against the tree, he relaxed under the sounds of the wind, the birds, and the words of wisdom of his poetry book. It was too bad that his bubble would pop when a certain childhood friend came to interrupt his session.

"Yo! Deku!" Izuku's eyes met Katsuki as he held his bookbag on his back. "I would have figured that you would have stayed behind. Trying to act cool under this tree, you baka," he questioned him. "You wish, man!"

Izuku wasn't going to dignify it with a response. He closed his book, knowing that he wasn't going to read it any further with Katsuki around. He crossed his legs. "So, any particular reason you are still around?"

"Yeah, me, Eijiro, Tenya, Shouto, and a few others are heading to karaoke this evening with some girls from class," he said excitedly.

"Which girls?"

"You know Asui, Uraraka, Ashido, Kodai, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, the rest of the usual group from class 1-A and 1-B," answered Katsuki. "Wanna join us? Need someone to distract the ugly from this beauty."

"So funny that I forgot to laugh," responded Izuku sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, are you in?"

"I wish I could, but Nah. I got plans."

Katsuki was taken aback. "Icchan, Deku has plans?" He placed his hand on Izuku's forehead. "Is Deku feeling okay? I think the lad here was saying he had somewhere to be."

"I do." Izuku twiddled his thumbs. "I have to go to tutoring."

Katsuki gave Izuku a blank stare. Izuku knew where it was going as he saw the trembling of Katsuki's body. He knew at any second, his face would contort to grin, showing a hyena-like smile and point and laugh at the emerald teen.

"You, tutoring?"

Right on schedule.

Katsuki burst into laughter as he grabbed his chest. "The idiot Deku has tutoring. What in the hell did you do to get that?"

Izuku blew a raspberry. "Thanks to your distractions by the way. Kayama-sensei is giving me tutoring to get my grades up or else I flunk her class."

"Not my fault you have a weak constitution to peer pressure."

"I would curse at you," interjected Izuku. "But I am going to conclude you with this." He looked at his watch and saw that it was time to leave. "I got to go. I have to meet her."

Katsuki grabbed Izuku's shoulder. "Hey, just for this, I will give you props. As I deal with legs and thighs, at least you have some nice breast in front you." Katsuki pinched one of Izuku's nipples and roughly rubbed his hair. "Later, loser." He ran toward the school corridor. "I promise to be gentle toward Uraraka-chan or Yaoyorozu-san."

"Whatever, you putz," he mumbled under his breath. He heard the sound of the final school bell for the evening. The wind was picking up. The autumn breeze tousled Izuku's hair and pinked his cheeks. The warmth that had been in the wind just last week had either evaporated into the sky or leached into the earth. It gave life to the long grass at the side of the road, still yellowing from the high October sun. The strands swayed out of time with the gusts brought on by the traffic.

The taxi pulled into the driveway of her home. Inko paid the driver as well as tipping him before closing the door. Although she was a bit tired, she managed her composure as she headed for the door. Her plan was to take a shower and head to bed. She was fortunate that it was the weekend, giving her a couple of days with her emerald child before heading to work on Monday. It was a planned meeting and she had to attend. She kept reminding herself that her work was for the family.

She just took her husband, Hisashi, to the airport. However, before he departed, the couple spent the evening having drinks and spent a few hours at a love hotel to rekindle their lovemaking.

She opened the door. Silence filled the room. The clock on the wall displayed a few minutes after one in the morning. She took off her shoes as she headed to the living room. Her eyes spotted Kayama-sensei's shoes. She wasn't surprised. Since she has been tutoring her son, she has been a regular at the household. She was appreciative of the help for Izuku.

She went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She opened the fridge, pulling out a water bottle. She was about to sip until she heard something move. Her eyes tilted to the hallway. She put the water bottle back into the refrigerator before making her track to the hallway.

She assumed that it had to be Nemuri as she wasn't the lightest of sleepers. It wasn't often, but Kayama-sensei slept over in the guest room. When she stayed too long or had a few drinks with her, she spent the night.

Nemuri's room was the first room in the hallway. She went to Nemuri's door and briefly opened it.

"Nemuri-san, everything okay?" She didn't hear anything. Worried, she turned on the lights.

She wasn't there.

Inko heard another bump coming from the wall. She knew that Izuku's bedroom was beside Nemuri's. She knew that Izuku should be in bed. She hoped he wasn't doing anything wrong.

She closed Nemuri's door. She began heading for her son's room. The moment she put her hands on Izuku's door, she heard a voice.

"Izuku-kun, do you love when I play with you like this?"

"Kayama-sensei, we shouldn't be doing this."

"Oh, sweetness. Remember telling you to call me, Nemuri instead?"

"It doesn't feel right, Kayama-sensei."

"That's because you are being a boy. I am going to make you a man, baby."

"Kayama-sensei, my penis...my penis."

"You love how I make your grip. Just relax and let me stroke it. You like it when I play with your balls? You can tell me the truth."

"Mom will be here at any moment."

"Don't worry, baby. Your mother is doing what we are doing. So, relax and get wet for me. I want your hot cum coating my face. They don't call me the Pro Hero 18+ for nothing."

Inko's stomach dropped. A wave of emotions came through her mind. Sweat began pouring down her face. She shook as she slowly opened the door. She made a small crack and dropped to her knees when seeing the sight in front of her.

"Now you are all nice and perky, let me get another taste of this fine delicacy," she said excitedly.

Kayama-sensei was in Izukus bed. Inko was witnessing Nemuri having her way with Izuku.

Inko watched Izuku winced as his dick entered Nemuri's mouth. She thrust up and down, making bobbing noises. She nibbled on his phallus while licking his peehole. The sounds of slurping filled the room as Nemuri gnawed from his balls to the shaft of his dick.

"Kayama-sensei," he cried. "I am getting close. I am about to come."

"It's okay, dear," she said in between strokes. "Let the good waves come out. It will feel good."

She returned to his dick as she bobbed faster and faster. "Look at me, Icchan," she said. "Look at me as you come in my mouth."

"Icchan," Inko thought.

"Oh, my God, Kayama-sensei. Oh, my God. Yes, yes, I am cumming." He protested. He was in anguish. Amidst the confusion, he shivered as he felt the warm sensation emptying from his testicles and into his mother's mouth. She put her finger around his dick, welcoming the come into her mouth. She stroked at each spurt until the pleasure ceased.

Izuku ebbed in the afterglow. His legs were twitching. His pelvis was feeling sore. His dick twitched until it was calmed down. Kayama-sensei went next to him. She was swishing around his semen. He saw as she continued until she swallowed.

Tears were escaping Inko's eyes. She covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Why was she watching his teacher doing things to her very son?

"Your come is so thick and rich," she cried. "I didn't think a teenager could have such rich semen." She then grinned as she rubbed the folds of her pussy. "I am, however, quite happy that I can be the first to take the virginity of Izuku."

"No, no," thought Inko. She was frozen, fearful to move. She felt heavy. She was like encaged in a glass, watching the outside world unfolding as she had front row seats to Nemuri taking advantage of her son.

To be continued….