CHAPTER 2
The rest of the night after Kyoka's departure from his room was a stressful one for Mineta. The darkness of the void beckoned to him as he paced back and forth across the floor, his mind racing with thousands of conflicting thoughts. Part of him was excited about the prospect of potentially getting laid, but… the way she was going about it also made him fear for his own safety. The type of fear that meant he could barely pull off a sympathy or boredom style wank, as opposed to his usually nighttime ritual that ensured a blacklight should never be brought into his room. The bruise that had almost started to form on his balls certainly wasn't doing him any favors either.
Plopping back onto his tidy, blue bed sheets, he gazed up at the ceiling searching desperately for a way to collect himself, but the foreboding nature of his impending doom didn't exactly sit lightly. "Get some rest…" he muttered to himself. "How the absolute hell does she expect me to get any sleep like this?" With a groan, he rolled over and buried his face into a pillow, partially wondering if he could choke himself to death with it and get it all over with. For the briefest of moments, it almost seemed preferable to die than deal with whatever embarrassing crap Jirou might make him do in the two days before the school week ended. "Come on now Mineta, do this for your own good," he sighed. "Bare with it and maybe it won't be so bad. Right?" It wasn't much of a pep talk, but truthfully there wasn't much he could really do. He made his bed, now he had to lie in it. The consequences of two school years of debauchery were finally catching up with him and he really didn't know how to proceed with it.
The quiet buzzing of his phone pulled him from his stupor. Straining his bruised and battered arm towards the phone on the nightstand, he slowly brought it to his face to see what the notifications were. The first was from Jirou. Steeling his nerves, he opened it, assuming the worst.
Jirou: If it makes you feel any better, you left a game running and I saved your progress before closing it out. That's about as nice as I'm gonna be here. "Harem Collector," huh?
Mineta rolled his eyes. "Great, thanks. That was exactly what I needed. I feel soooo much better now." He started typing back.
Mineta: Look, I thought it was just an H-game but it's actually a pretty good Indie RPG. Cool dungeons, a demon cult, helping a marginalized group of people with racial segregation, deep lore… Plus the battles and puzzles are a decent challenge… Just check the website or the Discord server, the people who play and work on it are all super chill
Jirou: Mhm I'll take your word for it. Maybe I'll let you explain it if you behave. Anyway, I'm going back to deleting stuff from a folder called "Gratuitous Thighs" so I'm gonna get back to that. Ta
Mineta: ...got it. Night
God dammit, not the thigh folder. Is it really such a crime to want an impressively muscular woman to squeeze your face with her legs? She really was getting deep into it though, some of those folders were pretty well hidden. He had to hope she at least wasn't removing anything he spent money on- pictures can be recovered, long gameplay hours and scores definitely can't. With a sigh, he turned his attention to the other notification in his messages- Kaminari sent something in a group chat ironically labeled "Da Boyz."
Mineta frowned as he absentmindedly flipped it open and all Kaminari had sent seemed to be a sketchy looking link.
Mineta: wut
Denki: YALL
Denki: YOU WILL LITERALLY NEVER BELIEVE THIS
Sero: You opted into a pyramid scheme and are so amazed by the first level that you want us to be involved? I'm not falling for that again.
Denki: NO DUDES. IM SERIOUS
Mineta: I'm not opening a url that's just numbers and no words. What is it?
Denki: MOTHER FUCKING
Denki: MOUNTAIN
Denki: LADY'S
Denki: NUDES
Sero: bullshit
Mineta: bullshit x2
Denki: It's legit, yall. I trust Mina's sources.
Sero: Well… she HAS never steered us wrong.
Sero: But I swear to god, if this blows up my phone or gives it some kind of virus, I will personally hang you by the dick from the school flagpole.
Mineta: I'd do it just over a Rickroll. I take my Mountain Lady seriously
Denki: Understood, but have faith, good sirs.
Frowning, Mineta sat up and stared at the link. His thumb hovered over it as he contemplated the possible nature of the contents therein. He glanced at the door uneasily, half expecting Jirou to walk in and beat him up for even considering entertaining the concept of looking at photos that were probably hacked off of a person's private Cloud storage.
But alas, big mommy milkers always win out in the end, so down the rabbit hole we go. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hastily clicked the link and waited with bated breath. When he felt for sure like the site was open, he gingerly peeked his eye open to ensure there was nothing to fear. And by the grace of the gods, no sooner had he opened that one eye, Mineta's soul left his body. There she was in all her splendor, posing in the mirror and ready to ruin men's lives.
The suddenness and intensity of Mineta's erection, especially after stressing all night, was practically unreal. The first picture alone was enough to work a whole night out of, let alone a gallery of illicit goods. He bit his lip and slowly reached into his boxers as he gazed at the bombshell blonde. Her messy bedroom kinda hurt to look at, but he had to bare it for the sake of his queen. She stood in an amazingly sexy little number, a purple lace bra hung delicately on her ample bosom, the straps removed from her shoulders, ready to fall to the floor. She was wearing matching panties and stockings to boot. Her tongue was poking out and a seductive twinkle in the eye she wasn't winking with, most likely to tell Kamui Woods that all this was for his eyes only. Oh how wrong she was now. Mineta couldn't help but feel a LITTLE bad, but it's pretty tricky to be sympathetic when you're at full mast.
The next one found her laying in bed with her camera in Selfie mode. She had her hero mask on and was holding her white t-shirt in her teeth, exposing her sacred treasures to the world. Her rocking tits looked incredible, and her nipples were just too cute and perky to resist. Mineta could feel himself starting to drool as he gingerly started stroking his member slowly back and forth, savouring this tender moment alone with these bountiful breasts of a literal goddess. The next was another mirror shot, this time she was bending slightly and showing off her perfect ass, and was bent in such a way that it teased the very edge of her pussy. "Oh god," Mineta squeaked out. What he wouldn't give to be back in her employ, to be near her and bathe in her radiance again.
Mineta wasn't ready for the next one. He could see Sero and Kaminari messaging each other freaking out, saying they need to give Mina a gift basket or something for gifting them this holy grail, but the fourth picture was too important to let himself get distracted. She must've had a tripod or something set up for it, she had to. Clad in leather, with a dildo buried in her tight ass, one hand on her breast, and the other fondling her clit there was no other explanation. Mineta was moving his arm at terminal velocity at this point, to know his idol was into some super kinky stuff was just absolutely sending him.
The gallery continued. Close ups, cute lingerie and bikini selfies, licking a dildo, masturbation, stunning candids… Mineta couldn't believe his change of fortune and the force of his orgasm could've toppled Rome. What he would give for ten minutes alone with Mountain Lady- to feel the warmth of her soft skin, to taste from the Fountain of Youth between her muscular legs, to paint her face with his passion like a living Jackson Pollock painting. It was all too much for the little midget and he practically fell off the bed as he got to the end.
It took all of Mineta's strength and willpower to grab a towel and take care of the mess he made. It was nothing new of course, he'd sleep in his shame for once for all he cared. He got to see Mt. Lady naked, and could thus die at peace. With a contented sigh, he chatted with the bros a bit longer, only half paying attention as they laughed and joked about the debauchery of it all. For Mineta, the shame and fear he was anticipating from Jirou was starting to sink in. What if she found out? What if she used it as a nail in the coffin? What if she took down Kaminari and Sero too?
Thinking quickly, he wrote the full link out in his math notebook. After double checking to make sure it worked if typed in, he deleted the thread and got to work clearing all of his porn and photos from his phone, thankful that Jirou had forgotten to take it. There would be no evidence she could utilize against him- barring the use of a blacklight, of course. He glanced around the room and chuckled to himself, if anyone brought a blacklight into his room, the fucking place would GLOW.
A few minutes of browser, camera roll, and app clearing later and Mineta was sure he was at least safe as far as his phone went. His laptop was already a lost cause, so it was better than nothing. Sighing, he curled under his blanket and gazed upon the ceiling. The high from his lecherous activities from mere moments ago was rapidly being replaced by thoughts of Jirou and the ominously sexual vibe she'd put out earlier. It was a side to her Mineta wasn't familiar with and frankly didn't know how to handle. For one thing, having a girl his age talk to or suggest touching him sexually was a foreign feeling despite being long desired. But the way he envisioned it was always flirty and sexy, not something to fill him with dread. He frowned, unsure if it only bothered him because he was in trouble or if he just wasn't as interested in FemDom as he thought he was, or maybe something else…
"Ok Mineta, let's try to look at this in a positive light," he murmured to himself. "Jirou's cool but can be kinda timid sometimes. It won't be anything too bad." He tried to think about any times that he might have perved on her, but now that he really considered it, he definitely thought about Jirou for anything sex related way less than any of the other girls in their year, his eyes were just naturally drawn to Yaomomo or Ochaco since they were more filled out. Being a boobs man, the bigger the better after all.
Closing his eyes, he tried to regulate his breaths in an attempt to sleep. There was too much in his mind between Nezu working them to death, Jirou's threats, and Mt. Lady's nudes so it was better to just fall asleep and hope things would make more sense as they came.
Mineta could feel his nose gushing with blood as he stared at the figure before him. The illustrious Mountain Lady stared into his eyes from atop her office desk as she slowly unzipped her hero costume and pulled it down, revealing a white sports bra underneath. "Gosh it sure is hot in here," she cooed, puffing her lip out slightly. "Min-kun why don't you bring me that glass of water so I can cool off, huh?" Mineta looked down to see that he was holding a glass filled with icy cold liquid. Stepping forward, he handed his temporary boss the cup, which she accepted with both hands. "Mmmm thank you my lovely intern," she said with a seductive smile.
Leaning back, she slowly poured the ice cold water across her chest, letting it spill between her ample breasts and down her muscular stomach. Mineta could feel his little Mineta stir as the fabric of the sports bra began to absorb the water, slowly giving him a clouded view of the lovely little buds it concealed. "Oh dear, I guess this is all wet now too, huh?" Mountain Lady pouted. "Min-kun, my muscles are just so stiff from ALL this work I've been doing. Would you help me take these off?" She climbed off the office desk and sat down on her knees.
Nodding eagerly, Mineta strutted over and confidently unhooked the straps before helping his mentor guide it off, his hands lingering for a moment under her breasts, relishing in the smoothness of her skin. Mountain Lady let out a deep sigh as his fingers grazed her breasts. "Ooo they're soooo sensitive. Will you please rub them for me, Min-kun?" She queried, glancing behind her with a twinkle in her eye.
"Of course, Sensei, anything for you," Mineta responded coyly. His arms still reached around, Mineta began expertly massaging the heroines rockin' tits. Her breathing became more rhythmic as he worked on kneading them with equal parts sensuality and aggression. He slowly worked his left hand up to her nipple and squeezed it lightly, causing the older woman to inhale sharply and bite her lower lip. Sensing her pleasure, Mineta slowly leaned forward and kissed her neck, nibbling slightly as he continued to roll her sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Mt. Lady slowly turned to him, her face beet red behind her purple mask. "Oh Min-kun, you've been SUCH a big help around here. Please allow me to thank you properly, she exclaimed with a nervous smile. She reached forward and began to rub his cock from on his jeans, leaning in to kiss his lips before unzipping him to reveal his monster, 30cm cock. "Ooooo it's sooooooooo big, Min-kun," the Pro Hero swooned a little at the impressive sight. She timidly planted a gentle kiss at the head before taking it into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly as she began sucking his cock. Mineta sighed contentedly as he gripped the back of her head, guiding her deeper down his member and relishing into the delightfully lustful noises of her beginning to gag as it reached into her throat.
She began to pick up the pace, eventually taking him entirely and sliding her long, elegant tongue across it. "Sensei, I think I'm going to burst," Mineta breathed. Feeling the member throb, Mt. Lady pressed down harder with her lips and moved even faster, as if frantically trying to extract his salty surprise. Mineta's hands gripped her hair in anticipation for his climax, pushing her slightly away as he came. His eyes clamped shut, too engrossed in the orgasm to pay attention to where the semen landed on her face.
Breathing heavily as the last spurts came out, Mineta gingerly opened his eyes to inspect his handiwork. What waited for him instead made him recoil in horror. The white face he'd anticipated, Mt. Lady covered in his seed with her tongue out and waiting for him to tell her it's ok to swallow, had been replaced with…
"PRINCIPAL NEZU?" Mineta shrieked, recoiling in abject horror. He stumbled back and fell against the desk, gazing in horror at this abomination that was Mountain Lady's now furry body with Nezu's scarred face.
"YOU FOOL!" Nezu yelled, pouncing towards him. "I, YOUR BELOVED MAMMALIAN PRINCIPAL HAVE ONCE AGAIN USED MY SUPERIOR INTELLECT TO DECEIVE MY STUDENTS!" The monster grabbed Mineta's shoulders and pinned him to the mahogany. "MINORU MINETA, YOU HAVE FAILED THE TEST TO CONTROL YOUR IMPULSES AFTER BEING CAUGHT FOR YOUR CRIMES WITH THE SHOWER CAM. YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL BE TO RUN THE PACER TEST NAKED UNTIL YOU DIE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mountain Nezu cried evilly.
Mineta screamed as he felt his clothes vanish and he suddenly found himself naked at USJ, surrounded by the demonic looking faces of all his classmates and teachers as they laughed and mocked him. He tried to cover himself with his hands but suddenly felt something wrap around his arms and pull them to the side. Jirou stepped forward, one of her earjacks being the culprit for tying his arms. She grinned evilly as she signalled to Nezu to press play on the radio. "Are you ready to run, little pig?"
"NOOOOO PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!" Mineta pleaded.
'HA!" Jirou let out a sinister laugh. "As if I'd ever show mercy to someone who no longer has a dick!"
"What?" Mineta asked, terrified. His eyes widened in shock as Jirou held up his severed Little Mineta, all *four inches of it, in addition to his balls. Blood gushed from the severed organ, and Mineta looked down to see his inner thighs saturated in sticky red liquid. "Give it back! Please! I need that!"
Jirou stroked her trophy. "Never! This belongs to me now! Pigs don't get to keep their sausages after all!"
A small click from Nezu with the radio, and the demonic voice of All For One seethed out of the speakers. "The FitnessGram Pacer test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter Pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start."
Mineta screamed in agony as he got into a running position, the cacophony of his peers' ridiculing tearing at his ears.
Mineta sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat drenching his skin and tshirt. "LINE UP AT THE START!" He exclaimed loudly before recognizing his surroundings. "Oh. It was a dream." Sighing, Mineta rubbed his eyes and glanced over at the alarm clock waiting patiently on the dresser across from his bed.
1:47 am.
He blinked. "It's not even fucking TWO yet?" With a groan. He plopped back down onto his pillow, hoping to get back to sleep. No sooner had he done that, he felt the cold, sticky sensation between his legs. "God dammit…" he muttered. Wet dreams were fairly common for Mineta, but today he was just not in the mood to deal with it. He tried to move to go and change, but the day's strenuous activities caused all of his muscles to recoil in agony. Dejectedly, Mineta resigned himself to grabbing the towel he'd used earlier and just shoved it down his pants. At least that way he wouldn't be cold not wearing pants, but it still meant he was still sleeping in a pool of his own semen. With a low groan and a solemn wish for death, he considered kicking his pants off for a moment, but the mocking tone of Jirou's voice haunted his thoughts.
"You made your mess. Lie in it like the pig you are!" She seemed to say with a drunken slur. He couldn't say for sure, but just this once, Mineta listened. Eventually falling back to sleep, drowning in his own depravity.