Hey, guys! BD and GOTA, here with another chapter of "Is It Really Okay To Be A Sugar Baby In High School?" In this chapter, Izuku attempts to have a day off from being an escort. However, a friend visits and has a rather strange request to give him. What will it be? Enjoy!

Is it really okay to admit that I might be a slut?

Izuku sat at the foot of the stairway at his apartment. It was a Saturday and with school being closed for Founder's Day, it was a four-day weekend. His mother was upstairs couponing and somewhat preparing for company. Izuku was kicked back against the stairs as he was listening to Juice Wrld. For some reason, he finds calmness when listening to the singer. He feels he can be taken away and transfer into a paradigm of reclusiveness with the combination of nostalgia. It didn't make sense. It didn't have to make sense. He just enjoys listening to the musician.

Today was another day off from his work. He decided to take a brief leave of absence for the time being. Something in the matter of wanting to remind himself that he was a sixteen-year-old kid that had a life that involved friends, family, and among other things.

Or, it could be because of the whips and bruises that were obtained from Ibara Shiozaki in the men's restroom at the drink bar. It was safe to say that even the most religious person can hold back.

Just like Mary cleaning the Lord's feet at the altar, I will use my vines to cleanse the sins of your member. You should appreciative that the daughter of God is cleansing you.

The Holy Passage is forbidden and only for my husband. However, you can walk to the Valley of Death with thy staff to comfort me.

I will smite you! I will smite you for your sins, you heathen! Repent! Repent!

He was grateful that Ibara was considerate of "punishing" him by whipping him where the sun doesn't shine. Afterward, the teen stated that she hoped that he learned his lesson and refrain from "spilling dirty seed onto her Christian sisters." Izuku laughed to himself, shaking the head of his poor classmate as Ochako notified him about her next appointment for the next month. Instead of payment, it was to be considered as a love gift from Ibara. Izuku felt the odd combinations of pity and indigestion that he used Ibara's love gift to give it to the Catholic church in Vatican City since they are used to handling dirty money.

It was fine to take a hiatus as Ochako was out of town visiting relatives for the four-day weekend. Kayama-sensei took the opportunity to visit her mother in Nagasaki. Izuku didn't mind as the ladies needed time off and he didn't mind as he was able to relax and do things that a typical teenager does best.

He had scheduled plans to hang with the guys later. They were going to go to the arcade and then later at the drink bar. Katsuki heard from Yuga that there was a meet-and-greet with some foreign girls from Haven Academy and Atlas Academy later in the evening. Izuku wasn't sure about that particular meet-and-greet but he has yet to decide on the verdict.

One of his rules: don't become involved in an unknown party unless one of his associates were familiar with that party. His channels didn't alert him of any party and he wasn't going to go there blindly. Still, he wasn't going to deter his friends from having a great time. Katsuki and the gang have been worried about his "reclusiveness" lately.

How could he tell his friends that he was one of the best escorts in Musutafu?

Nemuri has been heavily invested in finding a storefront. She was cautious with her verbiage. One must understand the code of secrecy when handling business. The Pro Hero 18+ has considered suburbia as an option or an office space in the garden district. She has a connection to the downtown sector. A former friend who has many years of experience with security. The friend even served as a bouncer and bodyguard in various businesses. With the downtown option, she thought of providing the paymasters to the particular building hush money to allow her, Ochako, and Izuku running the business without the police, husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, or whoever else interfering. Once that is straightened out, then the security will run the front. Izuku believed that the downtown apartment was more feasibly, blending in without directing attention from others.

He looked onward to the Honda Civic that had the Uber sign on the side window. The door opened. In came the influx of mothers who were preparing for the sewing circle at his home. He nodded quietly, seeing the mothers of Momo, Shouto, Tsuyu, and Mitsuki entered the corridor. More were to follow.

"Afternoon, ladies." Izuku gave his wicked, but sexy grin. It was met with a wave of flushing women. Each one bowed humbly before the almighty Deku.

"Afternoon, Izuku-sama," the girls said in unison.

He scooted to the side as the women were walking up the stairs. Each had hungry, lecherous eyes. He blushed as he, too, had the taste of each woman that was before him. Their love, their fears, their hopes, and overall, their desires.

Momo's mother paused. "Thanks for the loving you gave me last week." She slipped a hundred dollar bill into his shirt pocket. "An advance for whenever you are free." She walked away as Shouto's mother appeared.

"You definitely worked the kinks out of my back." She slipped him a piece of paper into his shirt pocket. "That is where I am staying whenever Enji goes out of town. My room is 206." She gave the emerald teen another kiss before walking to see his mother.

Tsuyu's mother blushed. She handed him a Thank You card. She immediately rushed away. He took a peek and immediately closed it. He knew this was definitely not safe for public view.

"Oi! Sailor Boy!"

The devil's mother appeared with her folded arms. She had a stance that made the girls stand at attention. The de facto leader of this sewing circle knelt to her knees, kissing the teen on his hand.

"The way you painted my womb made me ache for being a mother once more." She kissed his hand tenderly. She reached into her purse and gave him a key. She wrapped it tenderly around his hand. "Here is access to my private condo at the beach. Even my husband doesn't have a clue." She pecked him on the cheek before licking his ear. "Come visit me soon."

"Girls! What's taking so long? Please come! Come! I've made dumplings."

The women waved alluringly to their savior before departing to be with his mother. He rubbed his shirt pocket, feeling a hint of pride. He may have his quirk stolen but God gave him a certain Plus Ultra that no woman could fathom beyond description.

He heard the sound of a whistle. He tilted and saw it was coming from the Honda Civic. Judging from his position, it appeared to be a woman in the driver's side.

"Oi! Boy, c' mere!"

Izuku observed both sides of the corridor. He pointed at himself.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you! Hurry up!"

Izuku stood up, dusting himself off in the process. He walked briskly toward the Honda Civic. He leaned toward the lowered window.

"Hey, how can I help…" His mouth went agape when seeing the woman in question. The outfit she was sporting definitely didn't fit the guidelines of Uber or Lyft or any share riding services. She was wearing a short blue jean skirt that was well above her knees. From his position, he could spot her brown leopard skin panties. She was wearing a tight black heavily bleached Misfit t-shirt. She was sporting neon-colored bracelets. The more he observed her, the more he began recognizing the woman-in-question.

"Hitoshi?"

"'Sup, Deku baby?!"

Hitoshi Shinsou was UA's eye candy. She was the envy of the school. Men loved her. Women wanted to be her. So much so that women desired her. However, women weren't the desires of Hitoshi's heart.

"Part-time job, Shinsou?"

She nodded, wiping the sweat from her face. "It comes and it goes!"

"You enjoy the driving experience?"

"Yeah," she said as she licked her lips. "But I would prefer to ride."

The woman-in-question named Hitoshi reached for a piece of candy. It was a sucker that she slowly wrapped her tongue around it. She began making slobbering and bobbing noises. Throat gagging noises that Izuku could easily recognize before she pulled it out of her mouth.

"Sucker," she asked as she extended to him.

Izuku gave a bedeviling smile. "Please."

Izuku took the sucker and inserted it into his mouth. "Cherry! My favorite!"

"You always love that color, don't you?" She returned his smile. "It's okay. But do you know what I would really love?"

"What is it?"

She lingered her finger for him to come to her direction. He followed suit.

Pressing her lips against his ear, she delightfully said, "a jawbreaker!"

It didn't take long for the emerald-haired teen to sport a woody in his shorts. It didn't go unnoticed as she took the sucker from his mouth.

"What are your plans right now," asked Hitoshi. She slowly spread her legs where she began exposing her pussy. Izuku watched as she inserted the sucker into her pussy. Izuku saw eagerly the intensity on her gasps, grabbing her luscious breasts. Izuku was praying that her nipples were leaking milk through that t-shirt. When finished with the one-woman show, she gave him an arousing glare. "Are you gonna stare or you are going to deliver that candy you got in that pocket?"

Izuku scanned the apartment complex before getting inside of the vehicle.

"There is an overpass nearby the river I frequent," said Izuku. "We definitely won't be disturbed."

She retrieved the sucker from her pussy. She used it to smear her lips before inserting it into Izuku's agape mouth. "Yummy!"

She put the car into drive and drove out of the apartment complex.

Hitoshi carried an aura like a woman in her thirties. At only sixteen, the teen has her own vehicle and her own apartment in the luxurious part of Musutafu. Just like Izuku, most of her success comes from being a sugar baby. Shinsou is one of the most highly respected hustlers/escorts in the city. Husbands, boyfriends, politicians, businessmen, and even entertainers from all around the world come to get a taste of Hitoshi. She is smart, savvy, beautiful, and street smart. And what comes with that street smart are the dangers as well. Ochako didn't like Hitoshi and the fact that Izuku involves himself with the woman. She loves taking risks and isn't afraid of what troubles may follow. She was the type to find a man, take him for everything that he has before sending him back home penniless to his wife and the bank examiners.

Nevertheless, Izuku admired her. He was in awe of her unrelenting and tenacity of running her business independently. In a way, he can learn from her. Also, he can be himself around her.

Later….

The overpass that Izuku mentioned was located near the waterfront of Musutafu Beach. It was located on the lesser-known part of the beach. People were warned not to visit that part of the beach as the irrigation ditch produces strong current and could possibly suck up any unsuspecting person and drown. Actuality, the area was off-limits.

Hitoshi was starked naked underneath the overpass. Her creamy body was exposed to the world for all to see.

"Spread that ass nice and wide for me," demanded Izuku.

She fixed her lips. She arched her back, lowering her torso and touching her toes. Izuku licked his lips when seeing the valley of her ass. Not a sign of hair. She was cleanly shaved.

He spanked it.

She hissed pleasurably.

He spanked it once more which made her hiss once more.

He gripped her ass tightly. Hitoshi had the kind of ass that reminded him of pudding. It was soft and easy to grab.

"Must we forget that there is a shopping center above us," he said mischievously. "You might want to quiet down."

Hitoshi nodded as she felt Izuku slapped her ass. She hissed each time he did it. Her ass continued to get redder and redder.

"You like it when I spank that ass," he asked as he spanked it.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"You love it when I spank that fat, dirty ass of yours," he asked when spanked it again.

"I do, Daddy!"

He gripped her ass, using his fingers to grip onto her slimy pussy. "Your pussy is wet, greedily taking my hands in."

She nodded. "It needs you, Daddy!"

"You're saying that!" He spanked her ass. "I've heard the stories about your begging ass." He spanked her ass continuously. "You would give this pussy to any dick that begs."

"..."

He gripped it again. "I can't hear you."

"..."

"Am I telling that truth or am I lying?" He spanked it again. "Take that and that."

Hitoshi's eyes were rolling to the back of her head. Izuku continued spanking her reddened ass while using his other hand to feel on her moistening pussy. "Look at your pussy tending to my hands. Such a slutty whore you are."

"I am not a whore," she retorted.

"It's okay. I wouldn't judge you," said Izuku. "Plus, did you mention that wanted a taste of this jawbreaker?"

Hitoshi looked as Izuku unbuttoned his pants. She widened her eyes when seeing the thick cock of her dreams.

"Is this what you desire," asked Izuku. "Is this the cock, the lollipop that you want to gnaw on?"

Hitoshi nodded greedily, repositioning her body to stand.

Izuku furrowed his eyes, spanking her ass. "Did I say move?"

Juices were leaking from her pussy upon that slap. Hitoshi instinctively returned to her post.

"You didn't, Daddy?"

Izuku spat on the ground. "When I say do something, you do it? Nod if you understand."

She almost spoke but didn't want to feel that harsh slap again. She nodded.

"Good," he scoffed. "See to it that you don't misdirect yourself again."

"Yes, Daddy!"

Izuku nodded approvingly. He gripped onto his shaft, rubbing it intensely until it was hardened. "Now you can stand into position."

Hitoshi stood up before returning to the ground. She got onto her knees as she saw the dick of her dreams.

"Kiss my cock!"

She followed suit, kissing the tip of the phallus.

"There you go! Kiss this cock. This is the cock you worship. The cock that is to be exalted."

"Praise be your cock, Daddy!"

"Spit on it and make it sound sexy!"

Hitoshi reached for Izuku's cock. She inhaled its musk, invigorated and quite a fishy smell. She followed suit as she spat on it. She used her saliva to glide from the shaft to the phallus. Up and down the shaft she moved, switching between using her hands to stroke his dick and sucking on the tip, playing with his phallus by using her tongue, and playfully scraping the length with her teeth.

Izuku used her body to position himself against the wall. Using her head as support, he thrust her mouth pussy like an angry piston. The sounds of her gagging were apparent. Hitoshi tasted the precum dripping onto her throat. She tried to gain composure as his dick was making contact with her uvula.

Izuku tucked his eyes as he knew that the climax was near.

"There you go, Hitoshi! Suck this lollipop!"

Izuku's thrusts were faster and faster. Hitoshi gripped her arms around his hips as it sounded like she was choking.

"Here I cum! Drink the milk of your savior, bitch!"

Hitoshi accepted the hot seed that burst into her mouth. Izuku kept his hands at her hand. At each spurt, he jerked her head, forcing her to swallow his milk.

The ebb and afterglow lasted a few more seconds before she was released. She began coughing, spitting out some of the contents of Izuku's semen.

She, then, looked onto him. His face was unmoved. Arms folded, bedeviling smirk. She felt semen stuck in her throat. She licked her lips.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Izuku tilted his head. He reached over and grabbed her by the hand. He positioned her against the wall.

He spat on his dick, serving it as lube as he was rimming against her ass.

"Come and play, De-ku ba-by!"

Izuku planted his dick inside of Hitoshi's cavern. He gnashed his teeth as he felt his dick hit the base. She let out a sharp moan.

Izuku was taken aback. Her walls were wrapped tightly around his dick. Izuku titled his head back as he continued to fuck Hitoshi. He slapped her ass, gripping it as he wanted to drain out all of his milk inside of her.

"Damn, this pussy is tight," said Izuku. "For a second, I wouldn't assume you were a slut!"

Izuku knew of the rumors that were in the grapevine. This happy-go-lucky teen that served part of the student council and one of the top students in her class was busy performing blowjobs in exchange for tests or giving handjobs for favors.

"I don't hear you turning me away," replied Hitoshi. "Last time I checked, it takes one to know one!"

He smiled. "Damn right, I am hungry for pussy as you are my dick."

"Fucking right! Let's be sluts together!"

Izuku wrapped his arms around her hips, using it as leverage as he jammed his dick deeper into her womb. Upon doing so, he heard her leaking.

As her juices dripped to the ground, that didn't hinder Izuku from grinding Hitoshi's sopping wet pussy. The sounds of their bodies slapping together grew louder. Hitoshi grabbed her mouth to cover her moans. Izuku felt his dick angrily throbbing into her womb. He felt his climax was edging.

"Your walls are closing in on my dick," said Izuku.

"Never had a dick like this in ages," she replied.

"Because I am the only one that can pound this pussy like me," said Izuku. "Quit messing with these little boys and get with a real man!"

"That's right, Daddy," she retorted. "Be that man, then!"

Her walls were getting tighter to the point that his dick began convulsing. He was close. He gripped her grips, grounded more into her pussy as he was proceeding to come.

"Here I come," cried Izuku. "About to cream this snatch!"

"On my face!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you giving me orders?"

"Please, Daddy," she begged.

"Well, since I am in a good mood." Izuku continued pumping until he was ready to come.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Izuku pulled out from her pussy. Hitoshi turned around and dropped to her knees as her face was met with piping hot milk.

Izuku spurted profusely, covering every part of her face. Izuku continued to jerk his dick until he could no longer release it. Meanwhile, Hitoshi was covered in his milk. She looked like a glazed donut.

"You know what, I agree. That does suit you better, Hi-to-shi!"

Later that evening….

Hitoshi and Izuku returned back to Izuku's apartment. She parked in front of the complex before turning off the car engine.

It was a moment of silence.

Izuku's face was looking at the window. Hitoshi was reaching into her bra where she kept her stash. "Here is payment for today."

Izuku nodded as he took the money.

"I gotta say, Deku. I am impressed. Thanks for taking me in at the last minute."

He blushed. "Well, maledom was your choice and who am I to refuse? And you're welcome!"

"You're sweet, you know that?" She kissed him on the cheek. "Same time next week?"

"Always, m'lady!"

The duo shared a final kiss before getting out of the car. He waved her goodbye as she drove away.

He yawned as he ready to head to bed. He also wanted to check on Ochako and Nemuri before relaxing in his room.

He opened the door to his apartment.

"Mom, I'm home!"

As he turned on the lights, his eyes widened when seeing the housewives naked in his living room.

"Greetings, Izuku-sama!"

"Wh-where is my mom?"

It was Mitsuki that spoke. "Your mother had an emergency with your father, Sailor Boy!"

"And she wanted us to be your babysitter," said Rei.

"I hope you weren't planning to go to sleep," said Beru.

"For there are pussies that need creaming," said Mayuko.

He observed the babes in question. He turned to the opened door.

"Well, it isn't like I can't turn down a request."

He closed the door, knowing that his night was far from over.

Is it really okay to admit that I am a slut? Yeah, not ready to admit that yet!

To be continued….

GOTA: You know what I do see in stories like these?

BD: What?

GOTA: Seeing a doctor for his check-ups!

BD: Wow! That is true! Honestly, do you ever see doctors make an appearance in any stories? Unless they are contributing to the loving.

GOTA: I think we need to involve a personal doctor in this story.

BD: Maybe! Just unsure who it could be! Especially since this will lead to crossovers in future chapters. Any idea on who should be the bouncer?

GOTA: Has to be a girl! We don't see that often. I have some ideas! Speaking of ideas, when we are going to get back on Jaune Arc's crazy yandere antics? Also his shared love with Blake and Yang?

BD: Sometime in January. I have ideas, just writing it is hard.

GOTA: Baby, you know I can help.

BD: Work on your portions, I got mine, sweetheart! Thanks! Stay tuned for more!