It was a slow afternoon. The sun shone lazily in the sky as Ochako walked on the sidewalk in her hero costume. She'd pulled patrol duty, which normally meant seeing some action. But today, nobody even as much as jaywalked. Ochako was secretly hoping she'd encounter some of her friends. Anything to get her out of this drag. Tsuyu or Mina, or maybe…
Deku
Suddenly, Ochako felt two strong hands grip her shoulders tightly. Gunhead's face appeared right next to hers.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Ah!"
Ochako jumped. Gunhead laughed, loosening his grip. Ashamed of her reaction, Ochako quickly gathered herself.
"Uh, just sort of…spacing out," she said guiltily. "It's a slow day."
"You can't fool me, Uraraka-san," Gunhead said. He lowered his voice. "It's a boy, isn't it?"
Ochako started violently.
"H-how could you tell?!" she asked in shock.
"Mmm," Gunhead said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and nodding. "Boys or girls, it doesn't matter, when you're in love, you're an open book. Are you two together?"
Ochako lowered her head.
"No."
"And why is that?" Gunhead asked gently.
"I…I'm not sure," Ochako said as the two started walking again. "We're close friends, but that's all he sees me as. And whenever I try to make my feelings clear to him, he thinks I'm joking."
"Boys can be thickheaded like that," Gunhead nodded knowingly. "But maybe you're approaching things wrongly, Uraraka-san."
Ochako looked up at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't ask yourself what you want from him," Gunhead said sagely. "Ask yourself what he's looking for in you."
Ochako stopped. Of course! It was so obvious. What did Deku value most? Strength. Power. To be able to become a true hero, strong enough to beat any villain out there. And Ochako had constantly been trying to distract him. If she wanted Deku to finally appreciate her as a potential partner, she had to get stronger. Way stronger. Strong enough to stand by his side. She looked up at Gunhead again.
"Thank yo…h-hey!"
Gunhead was already halfway down the street. Ochako shook her head and quickly ran after him.
Ochako slammed the door of the locker and grabbed her towel. It was time to get sweaty.
The first thing Ochako had done after her talk with Gunhead was call up Eijiro Kirishima and ask him for help with her training. Kirishima was among the strongest boys she'd met at school, literally and figuratively. There were few that could match his raw physical strength, which made him the ideal coach for her. Ochako had speed and agility, what she lacked was strength.
Ochako's first choice had been Katsugi Bakugo. He was without a doubt the most powerful of her classmates, a well-rounded fighting machine, but he was also…well, Bakugo. There was no way he was going to help her.
But Kirishima had been more than happy to assist her. He'd told her to meet him at this private training facility at noon. Ochako felt butterflies in her stomach. This would be the first step in her quest to finally get Deku to show interest in her as more than just a friend.
When Ochako entered the training room, Kirishima was there waiting for her, his spiky red hair standing out like a sore thumb. He smiled cheerfully at her.
"Hey there, Urara…ra…ra…"
His words died in his throat. Ochako was wearing her usual casual training outfit; the black tank top with the simple white shorts. Eijiro stared at her with his mouth open, a blank look in his eyes.
Ochako had really started coming in to her own over the past year. Whether it was a delayed puberty or something else, she didn't know, but her body was filling up in all the right places; her tits had grown several cup sizes, the tank top straining against their pressure. Her shorts struggled to contain her ass, her asscheeks spilling out the sides. Her hips were more pronounced as well, making her body almost resemble one of those ancient statues of fertility goddesses.
"Is something wrong?" Ochako asked as she walked up to the dumb-struck Kirishima. Her asscheeks jiggled gently with each step.
Kirishima quickly shook his head.
"N-no." He swallowed away an obstruction in his throat and his smile returned. "Glad you could make it!"
Ochako smiled happily.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Kirishima-kun."
Kirishima waved his hand dismissively.
"Please, Eijiro. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Oh, right!" Ochako said. "Then, you can call me Ochako."
"Alright…Ochako," Kirishima said.
Ochako noticed his eyes continuously wandered down to her chest. Ochako felt an odd feeling in her stomach. Wearing this outfit had been more a force of habit than a conscious decision. She always wore this when she worked out. But looking down, she realized she was in desperate need of new workout clothes. It hugged her chest so tightly that the outlines of her tits were clearly visible, and her nipples could be seen poking against the fabric.
"S-so, where do we start?" Ochako asked nervously, trying to draw his attention away.
Kirishima blinked, as if waking up from a dream.
"Ah, yes. Let's start with some basic stretching moves."
Ochako nodded.
"Right!"
The pair commenced with their warm-up routine. Ochako quickly learned that not only was Kirishima strong, he was also very flexible. His body seemed to have no issues stretching and bending into any position he required of it.
Ochako, meanwhile, found that all those months of neglecting her workout routines had come at a cost. With her body a fair bit thicker and curvier, stretching suddenly became an ordeal.
"Stretch out your arms and bend your torso forward, and then back up," Kirishima instructed.
Ochako obeyed, her arms pointing at the ceiling and then at the ground, again and again. Kirishima was staring at her intently. At first, Ochako thought it was to see if she was doing it correctly. But then she noticed the way her heavy breasts bounced wildly on her chest whenever she pulled up, and when she bent down, you could see straight down her top, her twin jugs jiggling softly against each other.
Ochako stood up straight.
"I-I think I got it now," she said hurriedly.
The two continued their workout. Ochako was slowly getting into, but it was a grind. It didn't help that Kirishima kept throwing glances at her. What's more, something else was bugging her. Kirishima had a very noticeable bulge in his crotch. It was almost absurdly big, and Ochako swore she could see the fabric of his pants strain in that area, as if something was trying to break free behind it.
"Ahem," Kirishima said.
Ochako looked up. He was grinning at her, showing off his shark-like teeth. She'd been staring at his crotch! Ochako hurriedly looked away, embarrassed. Kirishima chuckled, and continued as if nothing had happened.
Ochako, however, was founding it harder to ignore everything. She was starting to look at Kirishima with different eyes. She'd always considered him one of the more attractive boys at school. While some girls were put off by his pointy teeth, Ochako felt it gave him a kind of feral attraction. He wore a red tank top and plain grey sweatpants. Ochako was suddenly aware of how muscular Kirishima was. Not overtly so, like All Might, but lean. Her eyes glanced at his ripped chest, his powerful arms, and further down…
Ochako wanted to slap herself. What was she thinking? Wasn't she here for Deku?
"Alright Ochako," Kirishima said as they finished their most recent stretch. "Last one before we really get into it; try to touch your toes."
Ochako looked down at her toes. He might as well have asked her to touch the earth's core.
Remember why you're doing this! Ochako told herself. This is all for Deku!
Ochako swallowed, and slowly bent forward, keeping her legs straight. She only reached halfway.
"Hnghh…" Ochako groaned.
"Doing good, Ochako," she heard Kirishima say. "Here, let me help you."
Ochako heard him move behind her. She heard his breath stop momentarily. Ochako knew what he was seeing. Her fat ass, pointing straight at him, her tiny shorts struggling to contain her quivering asscheeks. Part of Ochako wanted to stop and stand back straight again, but she also didn't want to give up on this exercise. If she couldn't even do this, what hope did she have of earning Deku's respect?
She felt Kirishima's hand on her back, exerting a little bit of pressure.
"Just like that," he said, his voice slow and soothing.
Ochako was gaining inches, but it was painfully slow. Suddenly, she felt something push up against her ass. A shiver went through Ochako.
"Focus, Ochako!" the voice behind her said.
"R-right," Ochako managed to squeeze out.
Kirishima pushed down on her back a bit harder. At the same time, the pressure against her ass intensified. Ochako suspected what Kirishima was doing back there, but she also hesitated. Whatever was pushing against her ass was incredibly thick. Could it really be Kirishima's…
One of his hands slid underneath her shorts, and started rubbing the skin of her ass. Ochako felt a shock of electricity go through her.
"K-Kirishima-kun…" Ochako whimpered.
"Eijiro, remember," Kirishima said.
Ochako had trouble swallowing.
"Eijiro, you shouldn't…"
"Why not?" Kirishima said, continuing to rub her ass. "Doesn't it feel good?"
His hand traveled down the crack of her ass, and Ochako shivered. She knew she had to stop this, but it felt so good. All those years of saving herself for Deku had made her extremely horny. Yes, she touched herself almost every night, but dildos only got you so far.
Kirishima started pulling her shorts down. Ochako held her breath as his hands moved downwards. Her ass was so thick that her shorts got stuck. Kirishima put more force into it, pulling harder and harder, until suddenly Ochako's ass flopped out of them.
"Holy shit," she heard Kirishima mumble.
Underneath her shorts, Ochako didn't wear any panties, all of them having grown too small for her. Her fat asscheeks quivered in front of him like two big piles of jelly. Kirishima grabbed one of them in his hand, and Ochako's ass shook like an earthquake went through it. It didn't take long for his other hand to leave Ochako's back and grab her other asscheek.
"Fuck, this is unreal," Kirishima muttered.
His hands almost sunk into Ochako's bountiful ass, her twin cheeks rippling and rolling over his hands, reaching almost to his wrists. He groped and squeezed that sea of flesh, and Ochako started letting out weak whimpers.
"C-can I get up?" she asked weakly.
"Almost," Kirishima said.
He got on one knee and suddenly planted his face in Ochako's ass.
"Aah!" Ochako moaned in surprise. "D-don't…"
But Kirishima barely heard her. Her asscheeks were all but covering his entire face. They slapped against him from all sides, deliciously soft and thick. Caught in his fervor, Kirishima eagerly started licking Ochako's ass.
"Nghaah!" Ochako cried out.
It was the first rimjob she'd ever received, and Ochako was in heaven. Was this what she'd been missing all those years, saving herself for Deku? Ochako pushed her rear out further, smothering Kirishima in its warm embrace. She moaned as she felt him lick the space between her asshole and vulva, the outer rim, the tiny hole itself, devouring it like a frenzied predator. Ochako's asscheeks almost fully concealed his head by now, but Kirishima never came up for air, his sole obsession eating out Ochako's ass.
"Uwaah!"
After what felt like an eternity, Kirishima pulled his head back. Without warning, he pulled Ochako up and pressed her tightly against his body. His crotch dug into her exposed asscheeks. One arm was around Ochako's throat, holding her tight. The other started squeezing her left breast through her top.
"Damn Uraraka," Kirishima said, forgetting their earlier friendliness, "when did you get so juicy?"
"Nghh…" Ochako groaned, feebly trying to push Kirishima's arm off of her throat. It was like pushing against a slab of iron.
"W-we can't do this, Kirishima-kun," Ochako said weakly. "D-Deku-kun…"
"Midoriya?" Kirishima smirked, exposing his shark teeth. "You know, I always felt like Bakugo-san was too rough on him. But now that I know he let a fine piece of ass like you walk, maybe that wimpy kid deserved all of it."
"Don't say that about Deku-kun…" Ochako said, her voice low.
"Enough about him!" Kirishima exclaimed.
He grabbed Ochako's top and ripped it apart, leaving her entirely naked. She squealed and tried to cover herself with her arms as her big, weighty tits jumped free. Kirishima yanked her arms away and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it hard.
"Damn, every part of you is just so goddamn hot!" he said in awe. "Get on your knees."
Ochako knew that if she didn't obey he would force her down, so she knelt down in front of him like an obedient pup.
"I'll make you forget about Midoriya real fast," Kirishima snarled.
He started undoing the ropes of his sweatpants. Despite herself, Ochako couldn't help but stare expectantly at the scene. When Kirishima stepped out of his underwear, he took off his top as well, standing fully naked in front of Ochako.
"Bet Midoriya doesn't have this, huh?"
Ochako didn't reply. She wasn't sure she could even recall her own name if she was asked to. All she could stare at was Kirishima's Adonis-like body. It seemed to be chiseled from marble, lean and sculpted. A six-pack ran down his stomach, and all of his body parts were perfectly balanced, none of the muscles more pronounced than the others.
But that wasn't what had short-circuited Ochako's brain. It was his cock. She still remembered feeling it pressing against her ass, so big and thick, but nothing could have prepared her for the behemoth that dangled between his legs.
"Wa…bwha…" Ochako gaped.
Calling it 'big' would have done it a gross disservice. It was massive, a long, gigantic rod so enormous Ochako was half-surprised it didn't drag Kirishima down with it through sheer gravity. Instead, he stood proudly in front of her, his hands against his sides, looking down at Ochako knowing he had entranced her.
"Hehe, yeah thought so," Kirishima said. "Its feeling a bit cold, though. How about you warm it up with those big fat tits of yours, Uraraka?"
As if under hypnosis, Ochako grabbed the bottom of her tits with her hands and inched forward on her knees. Kirishima groaned appreciatively as his cock sunk into Ochako's gigantic cleavage. As big as her tits were, they still struggled to contain that beast of a cock.
"Lesson one," Kirishima grinned at her. "Control."
Ochako looked up confused.
"What do you me-ah!"
Ochako couldn't even finish the sentence when Kirishima started thrusting his hips into her. His cock disappeared and reappeared from between the valley of her cleavage, the juicy tip reaching tantalizingly close to Ochako's lips each time. Ochako could barely keep her tits together.
"Put some effort into it!" Kirishima snapped.
"R-right!" Ochako hastily replied.
Ochako steadied herself and pursed her lips, letting a thick glob of spit fall down her cleavage. Then, she squished Kirishima's cock between her fat tits and began massaging the throbbing rod. She squeezed her tits together and rhythmically rubbed them up and down Kirishima's shaft.
"Fuck, just like that," he groaned.
Ochako's tits were getting stickier by the second. Her tits rolled and rippled all over Kirishima's cock, swallowing it in mountains of soft warm flesh. The sides of her tits were wet with spit and precum, creating the impression of a waterslide, and Kirishima's cock made moist squishy sounds as it passed through them, over and over.
Ochako was breathing heavily, a deep blush on her face as Kirishima furiously fucked her tits. He seemed obsessed with violating those twin globes and his movements became more aggressive. Ochako locked her fingers over Kirishima's cock, desperately trying to hold it in check.
"S-slow down, Kirishima-kun," Ochako breathed.
Instead, he grabbed Ochako's shoulders and sped up. Ochako's tits bounced and shook wildly underneath the assault of his bestial cock. The tip kept hitting the bottom of her face, planting sticky wet kissed all over it.
"Here it comes!" Kirishima shouted.
Ochako tightened her grip on Kirishima's cock as he explosively came between her tits. His cock shook wildly as it spurted cum all over Ochako's tits and face. Ochako almost let go at multiple points, but managed to hold Kirishima's squirting mast tightly inside her cleavage until he'd spent everything. Finally, Kirishima stepped backwards. Ochako was breathing heavily. Kirishima, however, barely seemed exerted.
"Now," he said, looking down at Ochako, "time for lesson two."
Ochako looked up at him. To her shock, his cock was still fully erect. Cum dripped down the tip, falling down on the floor in heavy white drops.
"…lesson two?" Ochako asked nervously.
Kirishima's eyes flashed.
"Stamina."
In the span of two seconds, Ochako learned three new things. One, Kirishima was a lot faster than she thought.
Two, Kirishima was a lot stronger than she thought.
Three, her throat was a lot bigger than she thought.
Before Ochako could ask what Kirishima meant, he grabbed her head between both hands and brutally shoved his cock inside her mouth.
"GHKKKK!"
Ochako's eyes became wide as saucers. Her neck expanded to twice its size as the imprint of Kirishima's cock was clearly visible from the outside. Kirishima didn't give her any time to recover and started ramming his cock in and out of Ochako's mouth.
Disgusting, depraved noises escaped from Ochako's throat, loud wet sounds that filled the training hall. Her brain was temporarily blank. Kirishima was fucking her gullet without mercy, and it was like every brutal thrust pushed out another memory from Ochako's addled brain. Soon enough, she couldn't even remember why she came here. Her entire vision was taken up by Kirishima's crotch pushing into her face and back out again.
"Ghkkk…ghkk…"
Spit, slime and cum dripped from the corners of Ochako's plunged lips. Ochako desperately tried to breathe through her nostrils, but those were quickly filling up with slime as well. Kirishima didn't let up, mercilessly wrenching Ochako back and forth on his monster cock, ignoring the gargling sounds coming from her maw. Each time Kirishima pulled back, his cock came out soaking wet, and when he rammed it back in it vanished in a splattering surge of fluids.
Ochako's brain was melting. The lack of oxygen was creating tiny black stars in her vision. Her tits slammed against her chest, bouncing so wildly they even hit Kirishima's legs. Her limbs hang uselessly at her sides as her body shook violently.
Finally, Kirishima reached his limit. His hands dug into Ochako's hair, he moved her head faster and faster, until he erupted straight inside her throat.
"MMMPFHF!" Ochako groaned, her voice muffled.
Kirishima's seed filled her up, shooting straight down her throat like a firehose. Kirishima held her head tightly in place as he filled her up like a balloon. When he finally let go, Ochako bent down on her hands on knees, cum gushing from her mouth. She heaved madly, taking in deep gasps of air, choking every now and then as another glob of cum emerged from her throat. Her eyes were watery, and her nose was running.
"Ah…ah…." Ochako panted.
"Hehe, very good Uraraka!" Kirishima said.
Ochako didn't want to look up, because she knew what she would see. She could hear it by the tone of his voice. Still, she wiped her eyes and nose and weakly looked up.
"O-oh god…" she whimpered.
His cock was still hard. In fact, she half-suspected it had grown even harder, if such a thing was even possible.
"Now, for the final lesson," Kirishima said, "Perseverance!"
He bent down next to the naked Ochako and laid her down on her back. Then he positioned himself on top of her, planting his cock right in front of her soaking wet pussy.
"Ready?" Kirishima asked.
"Y-you can't," Ochako said, fearfully looking down and back up at Kirishima. "It's way too big, it won't…."
Kirishima smirked.
"Only one way to find out."
He thrust his hips forward, and Ochako moaned loudly.
"Aaaaah!"
Her back arched as his behemoth cock smashed through her pussy like a bulldozer. It pushed deep, way deeper than Ochako had ever felt something penetrate her, deep enough to reach places Ochako didn't even know could be reached. Her body tensed up as Kirishima's cock filled her up.
"Will you look at that, fits like a charm," Kirishima smirked, a slight flush on his cheeks.
"D-don't say tha- nghaaah!"
Ochako's words turned into a lustful moan as Kirishima started moving his body. His cock slammed into her pussy with the force of a meteorstrike, almost breaking apart Ochako's poor little body underneath its brutal assault. Her entire body shook as Kirishima fucked her, her big fat tits bouncing furiously on her chest. All the air was being forced out of her lungs, and soon Ochako was gasping like a dog.
"S-sto…" Ochako said deliriously, but the words died in her throat.
Her brain wasn't sure what it wanted. Even as she faintly protested, her cunt squeezed tightly around Kirishima's cock, and she wrapped her arms around his back. Kirishima bent down and gave her a sloppy kiss, which Ochako eagerly answered, and soon they were snogging wildly as they continued to rut like base animals. Kirishima's hands squeezed and violated Ochako's tits, pulling and twisting at her fat dark nipples, and she moaned even louder in his mouth.
Kirishima seemed possessed with a feral lust. His cock was going deeper and harder into Ochako with each slam. Ochako's pussy was being stretched to its absolute limit, desperately trying to accommodate the furious passing of the log of meat pounding into it. A bulge appeared against the skin of Ochako's stomach, small at first but quickly growing larger and more pronounced, until it was clear something was pounding against it from inside, grossly bulging the skin as if Ochako were a toy.
"G-god!" Ochako squealed. "Aah! C-cumming!"
Ochako wrapped her legs around Kirishima and cried out in ecstasy as her body shook with the deepest, most satisfying orgasm she'd ever felt. Her pussy gushed fluids out the sides, and Kirishima used this wealth of lubrication to fuck her even harder, almost pounding her into the floor with the force of his thrusts.
Continuing to get fucked even as she orgasmed was a sensation beyond anything Ochako had ever felt before. Her tongue hang uselessly from her mouth as her brain scrambled to deal with the obscene overload of pleasure. And when Kirishima panted "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!", Ochako closed her legs around him tighter, holding him in place as he shot his load inside of her.
"Ghaaaah!" Ochako slurred as her pussy was filling up to the brim.
For the first time, Kirishima was also breathing slightly heavily. Sweat glistened all over his muscular body. His cock flopped out of Ochako's pussy with a wet sound. When he pulled away from Ochako, she moaned feebly, her arms and legs trying to hold him in place with her. Kirishima grinned.
"Want more huh?" he breathed.
"M-more…" Ochako repeated like a broken doll. "More…more…"
Kirishima flipped Ochako on her stomach and pulled her hips up. Ochako let it all happen to her. She just wanted to feel his cock again, feel that long, fat piece of meat skewer her like a piece of roast, absolutely destroy her insides like the disgusting whore that she was. Her body was already anticipating it. She'd just cum, but already she was getting wet again.
Kirishima ran a finger along the folds of her pussy. It came away wet and sticky. He bent forward, placing his lips near Ochako's ear.
"Ready for round two?" he whispered.
"Ready….more…." Ochako garbled.
Kirishima pushed her hips up a bit higher and grabbed his cock with his other hand. Slowly, he pushed it against Ochako's hole. Instantly, a flash of coldness went through Ochako. For a brief moment, she felt clarity again. Her head turned backwards.
"N-no, not there!" she gasped. "Don't, do-AAAAAH!"
Ochako howled as Kirishima's macro cock plunged straight into her asshole. The puckered hole was being brutally stretched, Kirishima's cock slowly but surely forcing every last bit of itself inside of that supremely tight hole.
"HnghhAAAH!" Ochako yelled.
Ochako's fingers dug into the floor. It was surreal. Somehow, her tiny little asshole was accepting Kirishima's obscenely thick cock, No, not just accepting. Welcoming it.
Kirishima started fucking her ass, Ochako's plump asscheeks rippling all over his cock each time he slammed into them. His cock struggled to pass through her anal tunnels, but the more he thrust into her, the wider it became.
Pain and pleasure warred inside Ochako's brain, pulling her one way and the other. She panted on the floor like a rabid animal, Kirishima furiously slamming his hips into her. But it was pleasure that was slowly but surely winning out, and once it had fully conquered her mind, Ochako yelled loudly:
"H-Harder...FUCK MY ASS HARDER!"
"You asked for it," Kirishima growled.
Ochako heard him take a deep breath. Then he activated his quirk.
"KYAAAAH!" Ochako squealed.
His cock turned into a steel rod, maintain all of its monstrous size and girth, and Kirishima went to work on Ochako's ass with his newly enhanced cock. Over and over he piledrived his steel mast into Ochako's defenseless asshole, the curvy heroine moaning loudly on the floor.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ochako cried out.
Kirishima seemed hell-bent on absolutely destroying her ass. His giant cock pounded into her with such force that Ochako could feel the blows in her stomach, a horribly strange but at the same blissfully ecstatic feeling. It bulged and distended with each earth-shattering blow into her ass.
Tears were seeping down Ochako's eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness. Rather, her body was completely at a loss of how to react to the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling. Ochako cried and smiled madly at the same time, whimpered and moaned, and all the while Kirishima ruthlessly fucked her ass.
Ochako still had a tiny piece of her mind left. A miniscule segment that stopped her from going completely mad. But then Kirishima groaned behind her.
"This is it, the final mile!"
His hands sank into Ochako's asscheeks as he sped up. Ochako moaned and slurred like a drunkard, her lungs out of breath. She was losing her hold on that last bit of sanity she had left. She saw a faint image of Deku, stretching out his hand to her, to help her. Mentally, Ochako reached out, and just as their fingers touched, Kirishima roared.
"FUCK YES!"
"Ghaah…AAAAAAAH!" Ochako moaned.
She used up every last bit of breath she had left as Kirishima erupted inside of her ass. For the third time that day, his seed filled her up, pouring out of his cock in thick waves. Ochako moaned and moaned with each squirt, her ass filling up with Kirishima's cum. At the same time, Ochako orgasmed herself, her body finally letting go of all inhibitions and flooding her systems with pure pleasure. Ochako's body shook and quivered, her moans coming out garbled.
Kirishima didn't pull out of her until every last bit of semen had left his cock. Only then did he slowly, painfully slowly, pull his cock out of her ass. Ochako flopped to the ground, her tits squishing underneath her. Her chest rose and fell. Her eyes were glassy. They didn't look at Kirishima. In fact, they didn't look at anything at all. Her tongue hang from her mound, and spit was slowly seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Kirishima stood up. He ran his hand through his hair.
"Nice workout, Uraraka," he said casually. "See you next week for the next session."
"N-nice…ni…" Ochako slurred. Cum was freely oozing from both her pussy and her ass.
She heard Kirishima get dressed and walk towards the door. There, she heard him say something to another person.
"Oh, the room? Yeah, it's free, go right ahead."
Ochako heard footsteps coming her way.