Hey, guys! GOTA is here with our newest installment in the series. After a long hiatus, here is "Melissa's Freestyle" between OOC Izuku and OOC Melissa. In this story, Melissa, after finally a year and 13 chapters of waiting, makes her appearance to get Izuku into her possession. What will happen? Read and see!
This will serve as a prequel to "My Hero Shouto (...And No One Else's)" and a follow up to "The Mysterious Reiko."
Shouto was met with a dilemma. The thought of spending a quiet afternoon in the comfort of his own dorm was interrupted by the prowess of the foreign American blonde.
Melissa sat at his desk. She helped herself to a bottle of strawberry tea from his mini-fridge. Her mood appeared pleasant as her crossed legs were rocking back-and-forth while flipping and turning to the pages of Aki Sora.
Shouto remained quiet. His mind began flooding like a swimming pool. A pool filled with shame and regret, especially if that pool were to overflow and leak into unwanted areas.
Melissa hummed an unknown tune while continuing to read the manga about the love of siblings. She was nodding approvingly as she could understand the love and construct of Sora and Aki's dynamic. However, it was a manga, a fantasy designed by the mangaka to portray the taboo of forbidden relationships.
"Look, Todoroki. I can understand your plight of exploring your sexuality." Melissa spoke calmly. Her eyes never left the book. She pursed her lip as she turned the page. "In fact, it is quite natural to find your sibling attractive as she is the first interaction with women you will experience."
The white-redheaded teen refused to speak. How could she? How did she know? Sitting on his bed were black-and-white and colored images of himself masturbating on his sister, Fuyumi's bed. What should have been a phase a couple of years back turned into a somewhat obsession. Images detailing every intricate moment - inhaling her used, soiled panties, humping her pillow and bedsheets, and soiling her panties with his homemade paste.
There were even images of his sister relieving himself on Fuyumi's quilts as she lay beneath them.
He tried his best to muster the discovery. "I was curious. It was curiosity I tell you."
The blonde twirled her hair as she continued flipping the page. "Aki and Sora were curious. Very curious. Freud did always say it best, don't you know."
"I'm serious," blurted Shouto. "A phase! A phase! I didn't have much interaction with girls because Dad kept me so much so we could practice fighting. I was going through puberty and...and...and…"
"The look on your face showed pleasure, To-do-ro-ki!" Melissa set her eyes onto the startled teen. "They say pictures are worth a thousand words." She appeared tickled from Shouto's point of view. "Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Hands deep inside your boxers. You looked so spent from those images. I wonder how many potential children you have lost in the fabrics and seams?"
"I am sorry." That was all Shouto could say. His hand covered his mouth.
"Don't feel too bad!" She chuckled. "My first love was my Daddy. All children's first love is going to be with someone close to them." Her eyes furrowed. "However, phases don't always turn into actions. It's natural to an extent until..." She whistled loudly as she glared at one of Shouto's photos. "Boy, if your precious onee-chan knew what you did…." She produced fake moans. "Want to taste the sweet nectar of her pink pudding? Oozing and dripping from her honeypot, soaking onto your skin?"
He was panting. So much so that one could see his worry bumps. He wasn't sure how Melissa obtained those pictures. It was shortly before attending UA and meeting Momo, his new crush. Since UA, he decided to kick the habit of crushing on his sister. No longer did he lone for her. No longer did he sneak into her bedroom to relieve his lecherous thoughts. No longer did he stand over her as she slept.
Instinctively, Shouto collapsed onto the floor. On his hands and knees, he crawled to the woman who had become his judge. "Melissa, I don't know how or what you did to obtain those photos. But, I am begging you to please not to release them."
Melissa remained unmoved. Honestly, what he does in his spare time is his business. This was only a hook, line, and sinker approach. A woman with a sadistic nature finds boys like Shouto delicious. They have to be weak, timid, meek, a boy that was codependent and leaning on a proper authority figure.
Boys like Shouto were too easy. If he could easily fold, then what about Deku?
"It is kind of a tough disposition, if not proposition," said Melissa callously. "You know in America, incest is against the law. If I were back in California, I could have reported you to the police." She licked her lips. "And boy, you don't want your pretty self trapped in the department of corrections out there. You would make a pretty dutch wife. And once you're released, you would be on the database for life, Pervert-kun!" She paused momentarily. Another smile appeared as she stuck out her tongue. "You know, a bit of makeup and a wig, you can make Astolfo run for his money."
She chuckled, if not cackle at the ghastly thought. "Poor, poor Todoroki! Just used and spent like your knuckle children and your sister's delicates."
Melissa was right. He was prime grade-A meat. He wouldn't even last an entire day in Los Angeles County. He watched American Me with his father and brothers. Gripping his fist and remaining on his knees, he had no other choice but to submit to Melissa's demands. "What do you want from me?"
Melissa crossed her legs. For a moment, Shouto caught a glimpse of a red-and-black striped panties through her leggings. She was momentarily silent. Her eyes were observing the room. Seeing his unnerving feeling was titillating, tantalizing - whatever word to describe being turned on. However, IcyHot was the least of her concern. She lightly scoffed before placing the manga down on his desk. She stood up and walked toward the window, seeing the view of the UA campus. "Your roommate."
He lifted his eyes to the blonde American. "Izuku Midoriya?"
"Did I ask for Yamikumo Akatani?"
"No, you didn't."
"Thank you! You see, Pervert-kun, I happened to come across him upon my arrival in Japan," she said acutely. "Lord forbid if my blue eyes deceive me, but such an enchanting beauty coming from such a little hero." She gripped her chest. "When I see a guy like him, I want to cuddle him up like he is a cute bunny rabbit." She held her cheeks. "Kiss him and hug him and smother him with lots and lots and lots of love." She licked her lips. "Quite delicious!"
She touched the window. "There is something about him that arouses my curiosity. Similar to those curious fantasies of Fuyumi. Your personal Aki" She turned around to the nervous Shouto. "Isn't that right, my little Sora?"
"Yes," answered Shouto.
She faced her back to the window. "What I want from you is simple." She narrowed her eyes. "And for your sake, your info should be viable and valuable unless I want to crush your dreams or did what Nami tried to do to Sora to emasculate your manhood." She walked over to his desk. She grabbed a green notebook next to his laptop along with a pen. "Routines after school, his phone number, emergency contacts. Where does his parents live? His desires, hopes, dreams, fears."
Before Shouto could reply, Melissa came with a rebuttal. "Don't lie to me. I don't like being lied to. Your mentality depends on codependence." She clicked her tongue. "I even had a photo of a crying Shouto on his first night alone from his parents and one Izuku comforting you."
Shouto hit his fist on the ground. "I got scared! It was my first time away from home."
"Crying due to Daddy? Or crying because you were away from your precious Aki, Sora?"
Boys like Shouto were too easy.
She didn't respond. She tossed the notebook and the pen in front of Shouto. "I suggest that you get to writing, Todoroki. Or else!"
Immediately, the white-redheaded teen began writing as much as he could in the notebook. Melissa was fortunate to wear a pad as she was growing aroused from the pleasure of domineering a man. A strong tingling sensation began radiating from her vagina. Her nipples grew hard to the point it began to protrude from her bra. It was hard enough to cut glass. She couldn't help but to find IcyHot cute.
Can a yandere have two pets?
A few minutes later….
"Finished!" Shouto slid the notebook to Melissa. The blonde picked it up to examine it. Fortunately, it was written in English as it gave out details of Izuku's daily schedule. The predictableness of a nubile teen, she thought.
"Is this accurate," asked Melissa.
"Consistently so," answered Shouto nervously.
She closed the notebook. There wasn't anything else that needed to be done. "Ok, Todoroki, I say a reprieve is in order." She took the photos and handed it to him. "I keep digital files if you lie. I hope you aren't lying, Todoroki."
"Being a liar means I am an unfaithful, cheating, backstabbing Korra," retorted Shouto. "I swear on my mother's time in the looney bin, everything you need about Deku is in there."
"Okay! I can trust you. For now," she said. She helped Shouto up from the floor. As she was preparing to go, she turned to the teen. She pressed her hand against the door. She took hold of his cheek with her other hand. A strong, wicked smile appeared on the blonde's face. "This meeting never took place. When we step outside, pretend that you have given me a good time." She giggled. "I know for sure that I did."
"Yes, ma'am," he answered softly.
"Be cool, calm, and collective. If anyone sees, be grateful. I boosted your points for the fact they think you have scored with a white girl." She lowered her hand from his cheek to his shirt collar. "If I happened to come back and the information you gave me was false." Shouto felt her hot breath penetrating his ear. "You will have to pay. And honestly, it will be hugely damning on your end." She gripped his ass. "And on this end as well."
"Melissa!"
She put her finger to his lip, inciting silence. "Please! If I have to come back, I will become God. Thy will be done when I strike with furious anger so my name is the Lord." She blew into his ear. "Capiche?"
Shouto nodded in compliance. Then, a thought about the photo with him and Izuku hit him. "The photo?"
"What?"
"Does it include the photo of me crying in the file folder as well?"
Melissa shrugged her shoulders and produced a smile. "Beats me."
His face began to flattened. His lips were quivering as he became dumbfounded. "But...but...but…"
"Relax. I am saving your butt...butt...butt from being fucked...fucked...fucked!" She took her hand and stroked his cheek again. "Because I can make you feel things deeper and harsher than what Endeavor or Toya can do. Or can make a simmer, slow burn like your Mommy Dearest! Binding you and restraining you, depriving you of your deepest inhibitions like your precious Fuyumi!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Melissa was enthused. Her love for Deku was strong, prominent, an undying love. However, adding Shouto into the fray didn't sound bad either. She pondered the what-if of inviting both Shouto and Izuku into her mad banquet of darkness.
However, Izuku was the main entree to partake and feast.
"Wow, you're too easy." She gripped her hand to the door. "Look sharp! And action!"
She and Shouto stepped out of the dorm room. "Thanks," replied Melissa as she was turning red.
"Don't mention it, Melissa. I had a good time," said Shouto as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Anytime you need to let one loose, give me a call."
Unbeknownst to Shouto, Melissa could smell the scent of a scorned woman. She hid her smile. Yaoyorozu was around the corner. The saying was true about a yandere familiar with other yanderes. Just for fun, she decided to play with Momo's heart.
She kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, To-do-ro-ki." She blew into his ear. And good luck! You're gonna need it!
The next day….
It was a quarter after nine in the evening as Melissa was sitting in her Honda Accord in a parking garage. Heights Alliance was in the distance. Her car became Central Command as tonight's operation was commencing. It was no doubt in her mind the moment she encountered Izuku Midoriya, she wanted to do unspeakable things to corrupt his pure mind.
It didn't mean that she didn't like Izuku, but it was a turn on to see a pure boy like him to become seasoned in the passions of forbidden fruit - the ways of the sinner's lust.
Melissa like to describe herself as a closeted pervert. Guys like Bakugo, Monoma, or Kirishima would suspect a glass-wearing, blonde, meek-appearing foreigner to be easy and to be taken advantage of. She was a daughter of a scientist. An important element of a scientist is to systematically gather and use research and evidence, making a hypothesis and testing it, to gain and share understanding and knowledge.
Since the beginning of time, she can always count on the fact that men will forever think with their dicks. She was a tease in the classroom. Wearing white stockings, leaving a button or two loose on her uniform, a peek at her panties whenever she crossed her legs. Boys enjoyed their foreigner eye candy. It was met with disgust, taunts, and bullying from her female counterparts. Nevertheless, she, too, wasn't afraid to sway a nubile, innocent girl who was naive in their sexuality to come on her side.
The riper of their flesh would become a sweet, sweet juice afterwhile.
One phone call, a text, an email, just a whistle can cause any boy to come onto her lap like a puppy dog begging for bones. Melissa didn't have to not even taint her lilybud as the boys splattered their paint. She watched the boys fight each other for her affection. They were the boys of South Park and she was their Bebe - going native until they tore each other apart.
That alone turned her on.
However, Izuku was a challenge. Teasing and petting him wasn't enough. Flirty faces, octopus lips, a slap to the butt didn't faze him. In honesty, he thought it was just her caliber of being a stranger to a new land. Initially, that aggravated her to the point that she had to pursue Izuku Midoriya.
Love letters in lockers and in his desk, desserts, tickets for concerts and movies. Despite it all, Izuku politely turned them down.
This was getting to the teen. No one has ever turned her down. She was the cute nerd, the sex goddess, the seductive Velma Dinkley of UA, and the emerald-haired cinnamon roll turned her down.
The rejection eventually turned into an obsession.
And she wasn't going to stop until he became her possession.
Admittedly, she was an ameteur yandere. Plus, she was a bit lazy to go through the process of obtaining him, thus using Shouto. Why get her hands dirty when there were friends like Shouto would do it. She wished that Bakugo would have been easily compliant. Unfortunately, he was taking a leave of absence due to a bruised ego. Like there was another way to describe his bruised and completely broken dick.
A few hours earlier….
Earlier that day, she had spoken with class 1-H student Mei Hatsume. Word from the grapevine was that Hatsume was quite the inventor of making her precious babies at a price. Hatsume and Melissa met a bar at the far edge of town. According to the steampunk teen, the bar was run by class 1-B Reiko Yanagi's cousin, one of many establishments run by the entrepreneur.
When they entered the bar, both wore sunglasses, raincoats, and fedoras. Blessed with the abilities of being multilingual, both girls spoke in Spanish. The likelihood of Spanish-speaking patrons in comparison to English and Japanese were little to none.
However, just like an operative, speaking in codes was an insurance policy.
Melissa spoke first. 'Did you take my order (Do you have my gear)?'
Mei nodded in agreement. 'Sure did! A bowl of cereal with 2% milk, a cinnamon roll, and a buttered muffin (Your toys to aid you in your fun with Izuku and for yourself to be sated).'
'No frosted flakes, right (These aren't your cheap toys? You know how I feel about cheapness)?'
Mei was momentarily appalled before regaining her composure. 'Tora! Tora! Tora! Like I will give you that fake cereal (Pearl Harbor, please! You know I ain't low budget).' Now you do have what I need to have a complete and balanced breakfast (Do you have my money)?'
The blonde reached into her purse and pulled out a stick of gum. 'Gum?'
The steampunk teen didn't answer as she politely accepted the blonde's gum. She pulled out the gum from its wrapper and began chewing. The wrapper was put into her shirt to keep in her bra. Mei, then, took off her goggles and grabbed a key.
She slid it to Melissa. 'A pleasure doing business. Adios!' She nodded her head and departed from the diner.
Back to the present….
The scent from the inside of the vehicle was a bittersweet combination of vanilla cupcakes and raw shrimp. Melissa lowered the car seat as she was getting off to Izuku getting off to the hentai, Swingout Sisters from her cell phone. The loud sounds of the green-colored back massager covered the moans as her juices covered the applicator.
As a bonus, Mei applied a live video feed into the dorm room. She was glad that Shouto wasn't there. It was safe to say that he had an unexpected date with Yaoyorozu.
"Hmm! Seems like that cinnamon roll is a bit spicy around the rings," she said to herself as she continued rubbing her pussy. The friction against her bean was invigorating, tantalizing, and exciting.
"Deku! Deku! Izuku! Izuku! Drive that plane of yours into my Pearl Harbor," she cried loudly. "Load that deadly weapon and sink that submarine into my deepest trench, baby!"
She wasn't worried about any unsuspecting lurkers as the vehicle was heavily tinted and soundproof. So, she can cum her brains out to Izuku and cry as loud as she wants.
She couldn't wait until the day came when Izuku could scream her name.
She was allowing him to dangle, enjoying the last day as a free man before he was forever shackled in the slave-owner relationship. In her eyes, being her slave was a privilege and not an insult.
Whether he felt that way or not.
"God, fuck!" She cried. She kneaded her nipple like dough. Drool was creating a reservoir down to her breasts. "Make me come, Izuku! I want to make you mine! I want to corrupt your mind, drown you in my juices, and make you my toy, my pet, my body pillow, my chair, my bitch, my man, my husband."
She cried loudly as her dam breached. Her juices splattered like a busted spigot at a golf course. Juices landed onto the console, the windshield, and on herself. She laughed devilishly as she enjoyed the toy Hatsume got her.
She was certain she would be a returning customer.
She began licking her juices, begging for it to be Izuku's juices. "Oh, baby! Creating our future and dismantling your future is going to be oh so exciting. I can't…."
She paused when she saw something in the room that wasn't part of the dorm decor.
She saw that Izuku wasn't alone.
She knew who she was. This quiet, mysterious girl was the same girl that has come to their classroom on numerous occasions. The one that would eat lunch with Izuku. At first, she didn't think anything of it. She assumed that the goth chick was a depressed, suicidal lesbian.
However, Melissa was wrong.
"Reiko Yanagi," she said flatly.
She watched as the naked Reiko got on top of Izuku. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She was kissing the side of his neck and playing with his hair. She wrapped her legs around his legs.
Watching this made the blonde tighten her fist.
She turned off her cell phone and tossed it in the backseat. Brewing thoughts were filling her mind. When seeing that, the time to wait was no more.
The day of reckoning was now.
To be continued….