Hey, guys! GOTA, here! This is actually the final story of 2019. Well, the final chapter. There will be plenty more stories to come as we cross in 2020! Happy New Year! Strive and prosper!

Is it really okay for girls to be this adamant about me?

Bright and early and without a moment to spare, Izuku received a phone call from a not-so-innocent kitten.

Hitoshi told Izuku that she has friends. That wasn't the typical introduction of a good morning greeting he would have said on the telephone but those were her words. Izuku spoke low so he wouldn't disturb his mother. It was barely the crack of dawn and school wasn't yet to be attended. Amazing how a girl could sound very chipper in the morning. Wasn't sure it was the taste of coffee that gave her a pep in her step or she was a natural sleeper? Better yet did she get any sleep? Whatever factors contributed to Izuku's thoughts were becoming hazy.

"Izuku, did you hear," she asked in a high pitch voice. His brain wasn't registering her volume. Lowering the phone, he sat up as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"Yeah, I heard," he replied as he was rubbing his eyes. "But what does it have to do with me?" He hoped he wasn't sounding rude, then yet again, in his defense, she called in the twilight hour.

A pregnant silence ensued. It didn't matter to Izuku for the time being. As he stretched his arms into the air, she delivered her response.

"Well, I say it because I was thinking about the day when you were dipping your paintbrush."

Such an alluring tone, seductive as the words that day in the parking lot. The blood rushed to his brain as it was completely registered about the encounter with Hitoshi a few days prior.

A cackle was released from the receiver. "It seems to me, I-zu-ku, that you are soundly awake!"

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he coughed to produce some bass in his voice. "Oh! Oh!" The latter was high-pitched. "That paintbrush. Your friends."

"Oh, little puss-puss! So dominant in the open. But like a meek and timid church mouse in the dark."

"You've caught me off guard," he said with a slight hint of a defense. "It's morning, you know."

"I always thought you were an early riser," she cackled into the phone. A slight hint indicated to the emerald teen that he could hear moans from the receiver. He couldn't pinpoint it, but he was certain. It wasn't the first time to hear the sounds of a woman producing harmonious serenades to entice the teen.

"They say good things cum to those who wake," he said. "However, school is to be attended this morning." He covered his mouth to hide his yawn. "So, those friends of yours will have to wait until the weekend."

Izuku never liked rendezvous on the weekdays, or at least during school. A studious learner, it was his priority to focus on his academics as he does have dreams of attending university. Although he enjoyed the pleasures of the deprived housewives, women who enjoy the late-night tip, the mistresses of the night, and the like, he still found school important because he had high hopes to become a businessman.

Someone had to take care of his mother, his girlfriend, Ochako, and his mistress, Nemuri.

"Look at Midoriya being such a scholar," she said with a hint of laughter. "Yet again, Physics and Biology were your strongest subjects."

"Gravity and genetics do work well together."

"Sounds like you are speaking my language. I wouldn't mind another lesson from this kouhai."

"Did you forget, clothy ears, that the weekdays are a no-go?"

"School hasn't started yet! I can make my way out there right now."

"You were always a hard girl, aren't you?"

"A hard girl in an ache for a hard-on? I think I want to be punished by your symbol of authority."

Izuku heard humming coming from the receiver. It didn't take a genius to know that Hitoshi was tending to her cavern. He tried not to let her arouse him.

"Listen, babe," said Izuku. "I hope you and your rotor can enjoy your Morning Delight but school has to be attended." He yawned to the receiver, indicating that he was still sleepy but knew he didn't have much longer. "Just text me that information and I can see if Nemuri can adjust it in my schedule."

It was replied by a giggle. "Don't leave this kitty too lonely, Deku baby." She hung up shortly thereafter.

"Who was that, baby?" Izuku turned to his sleeping princess beside him. Even without the makeup, unkempt hair, and eye boogers, Ochako would always be the prettiest girl in the world. His girl.

"Business," he said casually. Izuku had a principle - never discuss business until it was time to discuss business. "Nothing to worry yourself over at this time, sweetheart." Izuku displayed a fervent smile. His warm smile was welcomed by her warmly, lovely smile.

It was met with a tiny peck on the lips between the lovers.

"I love you," said Ochako joyfully in a whisper.

"Love you more and then some," replied Izuku while pulling her toward him. The couple gave each other Eskimo kisses. She pecked him on the nose. In return, he did the same.

"God, you are too, too adorable," he told Ochako while stroking her cheeks affectionately. She bathed in his warmth, returning that candid smile.

The kind of smile that belonged in a magazine. A smile that was a motif of God's design. The kind of smile that Izuku admittedly would go moe or kawaii over. However, he couldn't be this passionate.

Beside him, he had company.

The loud snores of another sleeping damsel were lying beside him. The blue-haired Pro Hero of education was making her deep, sweet dreams known on her pillow. She continued gnawing on the pillow, hugging it tightly like it was her true love.

Screw you, Hawks! I don't need you. I have a real man now.

Aizawa, please! I know a man who can erase my previous record of best orgasms.

Hey, Yuu! Can YOU find a man that has a great dick like mine?

Ochako and Izuku's face showed silent giggles.

"You definitely gave her a good pill to swallow," said Ochako while in a silent chuckle.

"Nothing to it." He winked at the still giggling Ochako while flickering her nose. "My pleasure."

After his recent roundabout with the mothers of UA High (Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Ashido, Jirou, Bakugo, Todoroki) for the weekend, he phoned Nemuri to take care of the after-sex affairs. After making the women sign their waiver forms, give her their payments, scheduled their future appointments, and cleaning up their mess, she offered him a reprieve. After all, it was her day off and who was Izuku to not make his best secretary go without payment?

"Easy Frankie Avalon," said Ochako as she getting out of bed. The moment of doing so, she was reaching for her book bag beside the dresser. Seeing her wearing her pink almost see-through negligee in her white satin panties almost made Izuku wanted a quick morning delight. He alleviated those thoughts, especially since it was violating his own philosophy.

"There it is." Ochako reached for her calendar. As Izuku was reaching for his cell phone, she took it from him.

"Hey," exclaimed Izuku.

"Hey, yourself, sweetness." Kneeling on the floor, she unlocked his password to read the recent text. Izuku played coy when seeing Ochako's look on her face.

"Playing dirty with Shinsou, I see." She sighed. Izuku didn't like that. It was permissible that he could sleep with any girl or woman of his choosing. Ochako knew it was strictly business. However, she had her reservations about Hitoshi Shinsou. Shinsou played dirty and the people she affiliates with concerned the brunette girlfriend/manager.

He rolled out of bed. He decided to give Kayama-sensei a few additional minutes before waking her up. He sat on the floor beside Ochako. He placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them tenderly.

"I hope you used condoms," said Ochako.

"Always!"

"No seedy or shady places?"

"Never!"

"Nobody outside the circle."

"No, sweetheart. Never!"

Ochako knew she can trust her boyfriend. However, she knew he can be a bit too trusting. "Still, be careful of Shinsou. The company she keeps can give me the creeps." She placed the calendar on her lap. She grabbed her pen and put Izuku's phone next to her as she was writing out the information from Hitoshi's text.

"She says that she has some friends who are visiting," said Ochako.

"When?"

"Saturday."

"Did they say where they are from?"

"She didn't get into serious details of their point of origin." Ochako put the pen in her mouth before turning her head to Izuku. "The girls are obviously foreigners. Their names aren't Japanese. The girls are high school students but are eighteen years old."

"Sounds good. Still need waivers in the vows of secrecy."

Ochako raised her eyebrows. "Hitoshi did such a good job at that."

Izuku buried his face into her back. "She isn't that bad. A bit sketchy but not that bad." He wrapped his arms around her hip. "Listen, my little filly, I wouldn't position myself into something I wouldn't do."

"I know, baby! I just hope…"

He pecked her shoulder. "My heart only belongs to you!"

Raising her eyebrow, she pointed at Nemuri. Nemuri turned over in her sleep, unconsciously picking her panties from her buttcrack.

Izuku shrugged his shoulder. "What can I say? I said my heart, not my penis."

Ochako relaxed her body. She no longer questioned further. "The girls will be at the Ritz-Carlton in Downtown. For the sake of safety, Hitoshi said that she won't release their real names." She pointed at the sleeping Midnight. "She said that she will forward the information to Kayama-sensei since she is good at keeping things quiet with the radio chatter."

"Got it," said Izuku.

"She did, however, release codenames and how to identify them." Ochako began scribbling information into her calendar. "The codenames are the Kitty, the Dragon, the Witch, and the Snow Princess."

"Are these girls from Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia?"

"Once I show you pictures, you would definitely question their validity." She showed him his phone. "They look like cosplayers."

Izuku saw that Hitoshi left an attachment link in the text. Sticking out his tongue, he observed the pictures.

"Very Rowling-esque," said Izuku while raising his eyebrow. "What are they offering?"

"The girls want a weekend with you. The entire weekend," said Ochako. She took Izuku's phone to double-check their proposition. Upon reading, she whistled loudly. "Check it out, baby!"

Izuku looked over Ochako's shoulder when seeing their proposition.

"Ten thousand dollars!" Izuku thought he was going to keel over. That was 10 times the amount he normally receives on a regular rendezvous (the mothers were getting too regular that he began offering a discount for their dedicated service).

"And they are willing to pay upfront to show their severity of this."

"No kidding?"

"That can cover our down payment for that office space we've mentioned, baby."

"And a Vespa, too," said Izuku. "A weekend with foreign girls for ten thousand?!" He snapped his fingers. "Call me Hugh Hefner for this bunny is about to play."

Ochako told him that she and Kayama-sensei need to have background information before allowing Izuku to encounter the girls. Izuku understood as he was standing up to brew some coffee.

Ten thousand dollars! What kind of girls are they to have some fun with me?!

Meanwhile….

Cafe LeMonde was a premiere quaint coffee shop in the garden district in the southernmost end of Musutafu. It was near the time for school when Hitoshi Shinsou arrived at the cafe. She wasn't there for any beignets or Brown Betty's. Shinsou was there for another purpose.

She was conducting business.

Checking her watch, the girls were on-time as they were sitting at the table. Each girl was drinking frozen coffee or drinking anisette. A bit early to drink alcohol, thought Shinsou, but who was she to judge on their consumption? The girls were on holiday.

"Morning, ladies," said Hitoshi as she joined the girls. Each girl nodded accordingly. The blonde-haired woman, who sat in the center, was supposedly the leader by her demeanor. "Morning, Hitoshi. Let's conduct business." Hitoshi saw the blonde remove a brown envelope from her shirt. The white-haired woman looked over to be sure they weren't being watched. Hitoshi saw the blonde slide over an envelope to the end of her table. Hitoshi grabbed the envelope.

"Don't worry! Everything is accounted for." It was the black-haired teen with cat ears that spoke.

"Easy, Kitty. Just assuring that we knew what kind of business I am doing. Especially when I am not supposed to do it," said Hitoshi as she licked her lips. "You can say I am like the plug to the cinnamon roll."

"This boy." The white-haired said to Hitoshi, keeping a somewhat cold glare. "Is he what you tell us?"

"I wouldn't let you guys come all the way out here for no eunuch!" Hitoshi folded her arms swiftly. "I am a bear witness to this and his gift is better than any hulk of plastic, tiny dicks, or any other female you try experimenting with. He is the real deal. I am not talking Trojan when I say he is ribbed for your pleasure."

"Would he do anything." The adorable, yet naive girl with black and red hair spoke. "Like he can do anything for us?"

"Midoriya has his limits but what you have told me over the phone, he is able to perform," said Hitoshi. She turned to the blonde who was codenamed, the Dragon. "When approval is met from his end, I will call you in a couple of days."

"Good! He won't have any other joans that day, will he," asked the Dragon seriously as she took a sip of her anisette. "Just like when we perform our duties, we expect the same with him. Right, Kitty?"

"Correct," said the black-haired girl named Kitty.

The Dragon turned to the black-and-red head girl. "Right, the Witch?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the Witch jovially.

The Dragon didn't need an answer when eyeing the white-haired teen. "Being the Snow Princess and an heir to a renowned dynasty, you have my word, mistress!"

"Mistress," asked Hitoshi in an awestruck (somewhat dumbfounded) manner.

"Excuse, the Snow Princess," said the Dragon. "A bit too dedicated."

"Right," said Hitoshi. "So, once I've talked to Izuku, we will be set. I will have his people to call you." Hitoshi took a sip of the anisette and then, grabbed a piece of a beignet when standing up. "Thanks for conducting business with me, ladies. We will speak soon. Sayonara!"

To be continued….

His classmate, Yuga Aoyama purchased him a Nikon M6 camera for a birthday present. The fish-eyed lens, the shutter switch, and the video camera options were great for quality picture taking.

"Alright, face this way towards the camera." Izuku kept one eye focused on the camera and the other on the door. He wasn't sure when his mother would return. According to his mother dearest, she was spending another few days with his father. However, the spontaneity of his father's trips was imminent and he couldn't take any chances.

"Izuki, Nemuri, this is strange," said Ochako as she covered her eyes from the flashlight above her. His bedroom was dark, dimmed actually. She felt he was in a confession booth at church instead of being in the bedroom. Nemuri shushed Ochako, as she motioned to Izuku to keep rolling the camera. Nemuri was sitting beside the bed gathering some materials. Ochako could hear her, but the snap of Izuku's finger urged her to focus on the camera.

"Alright, baby! This is perfect!" Izuku licked his lips, rolling his hands as he focused the camera onto his subject-in-question. Ochako was lying naked on his bed. Her body was glistening in body oil. Nemuri applied shimmer to her face, breasts, and vagina earlier before recording. "Oh, this is very sexy! You're looking like a snack."

"And you're acting like a pervert director." Nemuri appeared in the light. She, too, was rocking her birthday suit. Her luscious, perky tities were standing proudly as she held her favorite red latex double-ended dildo in her possession. "I know you wouldn't make it in the industry with those cheesy lines."

"Quiet on the set," said Izuku mockingly. "Don't forget your motivation."

A bulging nerve appeared on Nemuri's smiling face. "To use both ends into your lovely rosebud?" She clicked her tongue. "Matter of fact, when we will break that in?"

Izuku put a finger to his lip. "Hmm? Let's see! Well...never!"

Nemuri shrugged her shoulders. The blue-haired woman turned to her damsel in question with the dildo in hand.

This particular request came from the purchaser himself. Yuga was one of a couple of guys who were aware of Izuku's operation. Fortunately for the French prince, he wouldn't bribe or blackmail him. Instead, he paid Izuku $1500 for a girl-on-girl scene with one of his women. It was out of convenience and coincidence that he wanted a Uravity-Midnight lesbian scene.

Nemuri grunted as she inserted the PVC-pipe shaped dildo into her pussy. She moaned tenderly, rubbing its shaft, aiming for Ochako. "I can't believe Aoyama paid to see that kind of action!" Nemuri grabbed her mask to put on.

"The kid believes that you girls are actors and not actually portraying yourselves," said Izuku. "Plus, feels good to see things from the other side."

"You're not being filmed," said Ochako with octopus lips. Nemuri crawled onto the bed, positioning herself on top of the pouting teen. The groan turned into moans when Nemuri cupped Ochako's titty. Ochako winced when feeling the Pro Hero kneading her nipple like dough. "You say you are disliking this but you aren't resisting." Nemuri glided her free hand into Ochako's pussy. Ochako let out a moan as her soft hand was inserting inside of her cavern. "And that pussy of yours isn't rejecting either."

Ochako hated whenever Nemuri knew the truth. She relaxed her body as she grabbed Nemuri's chin and pulled her into a kiss.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he watched the duo engaged in their lovemaking. Aerosmith was playing softly background as the girls embellished in their sexuality. He watched as Ochako tasted Nemuri's tits while she partook in playing with Ochako's cavern. The sounds of their moans filled the room, leaving such a melody that made the emerald teen melt. He continued filming while having an erection of his own.

God, if I wasn't filming this, I would definitely jack off to this. Aoyama, you better be lucky!

Is it really okay for girls to be this adamant about me? Also, is it really okay to be an escort and part-time videographer?

"Damn, Nemuri! Fuck me like Izuku! Fuck me like Izuku! Shove this dick inside of my womb!"

Yeah! I will leave that thought to myself! For now!

To REALLY be continued….

BD: As always, stopping with the good stuff at a cliffhanger.

GOTA: Yep!

BD: Can we return to that part with the Nemuri-Ochako love scene?

GOTA: Fine! In a later chapter!

BD: Good deal! Happy New Year, baby!

GOTA: Happy New Year, sweetness! Many blessings for us and more excellent works!

BD: Keeping this 20/20 for 2020! Stay tuned for more!