Hey, guys. BD and GOTA are here with the latest installment of "The Deku Syndrome." In this chapter, Habuko and the members of DICK commence their rescue mission on saving Izuku. Meanwhile, Izuku and Mother prepare to fight. However, she won't take defeat that easily, considering her tactics to make him fold. Later, Katsuki moves forward with his plans to take vengeance on Deku, but not without accomplices. Misadventures, mishaps, and humor continues in this series. Enjoy!
Habuko knew her father left the key under a false rock on the side of the house. In actuality, she wasn't even supposed to know the whereabouts of the key. However, what her father didn't know or even what her mother knew was that Habuko's father used this residence to sneak a girlfriend or two whenever he was on a "power lunch" or a "business meeting." This was one of the homes that were off the books from their realty company, something only for Habuko's father's personal use.
So, it shouldn't be a surprise that his daughter managed to find out. Sneakiness ran in their cold-blooded veins.
Habuko didn't care. What her father did in his spare time was his business. Already adapting to the neverending trend of rendezvous and sneaky links, everything was plausible to the snake teen. Plus with their inattentiveness and neglect, she knew they wouldn't be looking for her.
Let alone asking about her day-to-day routine.
So, tonight, this rental home would serve as the unofficial satellite campus for the Deku Institute of Confidentiality and Knowledge subdivision – Deku Protection Squad.
"Wow!" Tsuyu whistled to herself as she stood behind her friend. "Talk about being covert, ribbit. We could use a girl like you over at UA."
Habuko blushed at Tsuyu's kind words. She loved being praised. "Golly, thanks!" She put her finger to her lip. "Don't praise me for this. This is the type of thing stalkers do."
"Or private investigators, ribbit." Tsuyu interjected. She grabbed Habuko's shoulders. "You're passionate about your craft." She winked at her. "Let's keep it at that."
On the way to the rental house, the snake girl explained the situation concerning her past and how it was affecting her present. However, Tsuyu gave her a peace of mind that her past was utilizing their present and their future. They were very non-judgemental, only reinforcing Tsuyu's thoughts of their budding friendship during their days at Salty Banks.
"Seriously, on the condition of my probation, I am not supposed to be a hundred yards of this place." Habuko told the group.
"And why is that," Tooru asked.
The fifteen-year-old snake girl pointed at the house nearby. A black-haired teen sporting a white cap was staring daggers at the four of them. A mouse-like creature was staring, emitting sparks of electricity. The teen had his cell phone in his hand. From Habuko's perspective, it looked as if he was going to call the police.
"Ooohh~!" The frog vixen said, turning her head away from the prying neighbor. "You just can't catch 'em all, can you, Habuko?!"
"So that explains why you wanted me to grab you a wig and a fake moustache." Tooru said to Habuko, feeling satisfied at Habuko's peculiar request. "You're certainly a character, Mongoose."
The snake girl lowered her head. "I know!" A teardrop appeared on her forehead. "I am what I am and what I am not, I'll never be." She lifted her head. "It's my M.O. It's what I do."
The frog girl scratched the back of her head with her tongue. "We have no room to talk, ribbit. We're the ones that created this group for the sole purpose of Izuku's almighty pecker." She bumped her elbow against Shouto's side. "Isn't that right, Shouto?!"
Shouto chose not to respond. It was one thing that he was now involved in this charade. It was another thing that the frog vixen continued to tease him with those false allegations.
Fixing her moustache, she thought it would be best to use the cellar entrance to avoid further suspicion. She was thankful that the key was universal. Unlocking the door to the cellar, a loud sound disrupted the once-still night. She immediately jerked her head to her neighbor's upstairs bedroom. The light was out, which suited her.
Toru used her flashlight app on her phone as aid as she descended down the stairway first. Toru and Shouto followed after her. Habuko was the last to enter before closing the cellar door.
"Give me a sec." Habuko told the other three as she went past them to find the light switch. The group waited momentarily until they heard the switch flipped, followed by seeing their surroundings.
This rental property wasn't any ordinary rental property. It served more of Habuko's father's office.
This so-called cellar was more of a man cave. Shelves among shelves of manga books, figurines, DVDs of live-action movies, anime, hentai, and pornography.
At the far end corner was a kitchenette that included a stainless steel refrigerator and dishwasher, a black flat top stove/oven combination with a microwave above it. The countertops were marbled. Alongside the kitchenette stood a large column that had rows and rows of wine.
In the other far end corner, there was a computer with multiple monitors. There was a 60-inch flatscreen television hanging on the wall above one of the shelves. In the corner was a long L-shaped leather couch.
Each of them took a moment to digest the ambience of the place.
"Holy Esdeath!" Tooru responded, astounded to see this room. "Habuko, what have you been doing?"
"More like my father," she retorted. "This is his man cave. Even my mother doesn't know about this place." She then delivered a sly look to the group. "And neither does he. When he is not around, this is my headquarters."
"Are your parents in need of another daughter?" Tooru asked Habuko as she examined the place. She whistled loudly, admiring the aesthetics. "I dubbed this the official secret club for the Deku Institute of Confidentiality and Knowledge."
"I second that, ribbit!" Tsuyu said as she eyed that cushy leather couch. "Does that chair have…"
"Vibrating seats?" Habuko retorted, knowing what Tsuyu liked. "Cup holders and it is even temperature-controlled."
"Say no more, member-sister, ribbit!"
"I'm now officially calling this place HQ." Tooru responded declaratively. "Any agreements? DIssenting opinions?" The latter of which she was eyeing sourpuss Shouto.
"I second that motion, ribbit!"
"Then motion carried." Habuko said happily. "Make yourselves at home." The snake girl tossed the moustache and the wig aside.
Tsuyu took no time to take a seat on the plush couch. Tooru decided to go to the kitchen to fix herself a drink. Habuko went to the computer to get herself set up. Meanwhile, Shouto stood at the foot of the stairs. He was somewhat dumbfounded. Wasn't it less than an half hour ago that they were worried about Izuku?
"Um…guys!" Shouto responded, awkwardly standing while rubbing one of his soles. "As much as I enjoy the ideas of secret hideouts and all, but aren't we forgetting why we are here in the first place?"
Tsuyu wanted to melt as she put the vibrating seat at the highest mode. Her tongue was sticking out pleasurably. "Don't worry, member-brother. We'll get to it." She resumed enjoying herself. "No way! It reclines up to 180 degrees, ribbit? Habu-chan, I am moving in here!"
"Wasn't it less than an hour ago you were ranting about Izuku's whereabouts?" Shouto questioned her.
"And I said we will get to it," she retorted. "Just keep your dick in your pants until then, okay, ribbit!"
"Yeah." Tooru said as she was looking in the refrigerator. "Good things come to those who wait."
"So, put a rubberband on it, Seme-chan! Or, Uke-chan! Whichever you choose, ribbit!"
The icy hot teen stomped his foot. "For the umpteenth time, I am not…"
"Guys!" Habuko spoke, interrupting the icy hot teen. "While the system is booting up." She momentarily frowned. "Seeing that Father Dearest has been watching a lot of NTR hentai." "And now I need to clean out the harddrive." "There is something that I need to confess."
The frog vixen tried adjusting herself, but the vibrating chair was too much to resist. She managed to sit up, turning down the vibrating mode. "It's okay, Mongoose. We know that you are a stalker."
"And we love you for it. That is what makes this organization unique." Tooru said as she poured some chopped fruits in the blender to make a Miriam World-Famous Smoothie. "Shouto makes us LGBT-friendly. You make us cyber. Tsuyu knows how to delegate. This is democracy! All we need is a black or a disabled friend and we can be multicultural. Like a modern America!"
"Why do I even bother…" Shouto dryly said to himself, dropping his head.
The snake girl touched her cheek, appreciating the love she was receiving. "Thank you." She then spoke softly. "But in all fairness, it is best to say this since we are looking at Izuku's best interest." She was silent as the computer rebooted. After typing her username and password, the homescreen wallpaper featured an image of Izuku eating at the pavilion at school.
Tooru tilted her head awkwardly and Tsuyu raised her eyebrow.
"It's exactly what it looks like." Habuko confessed. "Before the party, I had been heavily invested in this Izuku Midoriya. His likes, dislikes, fears, desires, the works!" She turned around, showing the computer monitor. "I even have footage of Izuku sulking in bed the night after the break-up."
The group, with the exception of Shouto, approached Habuko as she clicked on the files that contained video of that day of the breakup. Tooru clutched her chest and Tsuyu dropped her head when seeing Izuku lying face down on the bed with his head buried in his pillow. Sad ballads were playing in the background. In Izuku's hand was a picture of him and Ochako in happier times.
"Poor Deku baby." Tooru grabbed her cheeks. "God, do I wanna be a mother to him so I can smother him in my bosom."
"Give him lots and lots of kisses." Tsuyu balled her fists. "More reason for us to give him some TLC."
"Tables, ladders, and chairs?" Tooru arched an eyebrow.
"No, CrazySexyCool, genius!" Habuko interjected. She giggled at her dense friend as she continued typing. "There are as many women as there are stars in the sky." She stuck out her tongue. "But it doesn't mean we should be waiting in line for a turn."
"Yeah…" Tooru said estastically, raising her fist in the air. "We should be getting express passes!"
[Teardrops appeared on each person's head]
Tsuyu paused when seeing a tiny thumbnail image of Izuku's mother. Habuko took notice.
"Izuku's mother and I have a history. Bad blood I am afraid." She continued typing on the keyboard. "My dedication to the job has its hazards." The snake girl clicked on the thumbnail. The video showed Habuko attempting to sneak into Izuku's room before being chased away by his mother.
"Wow! That is weird." Tooru stated, more so to herself than to Habuko.
"Since the cat is out of the bag, I can tell you guys this." The snake girl turned around to face the group. "I have planted a microchip where I can see his whereabouts," said Habuko, sticking out her tongue.
"Where may I ask," asked Tooru.
"Never you mind," said Habuko before adding. "With respect, member-sister!"
It was then when Shouto decided to speak. "And when were you gonna tell us this?"
"I'm vigilant and advantageous, but I'm not a fool. Plus, trust needed to be built." Habuko said. She rolled back her chair, pulling back the drawer while she was rummaging through some files.
"I have to say, ribbit. You're definitely crossing the border into Yandere Town." Tsuyu said.
"You don't even know the half," she retorted. "Plus, it is safe to show you this." She went down and grabbed the bottom of her pants. Rolling up the sleeve, she showed the group a black apparatus around her ankle.
"Is that…" Tooru said, pointing at the object.
"An ankle monitor." She said matter of factly. "And yes, I am being watched. But don't worry, this IP address is under my father's name, so they wouldn't have a clue about what I am doing on here." She was referring to the computer.
"But they know you are here." Shouto said.
"But not what I am doing." Habuko pointed at her temple. She grabbed a file folder, placing it on her desk. "On weekends, I get leniency. So, when Tsu-chan called me about coming to Katsuki's party, I lied to my probation officer that I was visiting my rich aunt at her beach house." She stuck out her tongue, looking at the file folder while typing in some information on the computer.
"Why do I feel that she knows more than she lets on. What makes me think that she didn't kidnap Izuku and put us in a wild goose chase." Shouto was thinking to himself.
"So, Habu-chan and I are neck-and-neck, ribbit! Definitely need to keep an eye on her and any of my tech devices." Tsuyu was thinking to herself.
"Man, my butt itches. That would be the last time I borrow Momo's dildo without her permission. Did the latest episode of Helluva Boss come out yet? Oh, wait a sec…Habuko's a bit scary?!" Tooru was thinking to herself.
"And voila, I am in!" She grabbed the computer monitor, showing it to the crew. "This microchip can give me the exact location of Izuku's whereabouts." On the computer, there was a green topography map. It displayed radar on it as well. The screen showed geographic coordinates, apparently in real time.
"And when were you gonna tell us this?" Shouto asked since he didn't get an answer the first time he asked.
"Just like your love for Deku, eventually!" Habuko rebutted.
"Jesus, ribbit. As much as I want to hug and strangle you at the same time, we need to find our Deku." Tsuyu said, looking at the screen.
"The Deku Protection Squad is on the case." Tooru said declaratively.
"Anyway, the chip should keep track of him within a 100-mile radius." She looked through the radar for a red blinking light. She was able to see it. "Eureka, there he is." Suddenly, she saw another red light and another red light. Then, a dozen more red lights appeared.
"What happened," asked Tsuyu.
The snake girl nervously rubbed the back of her head. "Oh, yeah! You know the saying, 'practice makes perfect?' I may have planted some chips into a couple…ok, few boys! And some squirrels. A lot of squirrels!"
[The group comically drops to the ground]
Tooru sighed loudly. "Damn you, Mongoose!" She gently pushed Habuko aside as she scanned the map. "You better be thankful that I have skills in geography and IT."
"Hagakure actually thinks?" Shouto murmured under his breath.
"I might be invisible but I can hear," replied Tooru. The invisible teen stuck out her tongue while scanning the map. She continued typing furiously until she managed to find what she was looking for.
"Ok." She clicked the enter key, zooming it to the coordinates in question. "After narrowing the search, the coordinates are pinpointed to the mountains outside of town."
Habuko scooted over, returning to her post, and examining the map. "It's off the grid. A private residence or a manor."
Tsuyu stood beside the snake girl. "Does that chip of yours include audio or visual?"
"I am a stalker, but not a hacker." Habuko replied.
"Even on Google Maps, it is unavailable," interjected Tooru. "It's a private road."
"Either way it goes, we have a lead." Tsuyu said as she grabbed the mouse and keyboard. "I'm sharing the link in a text. I will forward it to you guys."
"That's fine!" Habuko said while she stood up from the chair. "Unfortunately, this is where we must part."
"Why?" Tooru asked concerningly.
"Probation, remember? The manor is an hour drive outside of the city limits. I won't make it back in time before curfew when it goes off." Habuko informed the others. "You got the coordinates. That's what matters."
"I wouldn't want to jump to conclusions." Shouto said. "Knowing Izuku, he is having a good time with whomever he is visiting."
"I don't know!" Tooru was shrugging her shoulders. "It's no coincidence about Aoyama, Kodai, and Kendou's absences. Aberrant in character I might say."
"But, did he go out with Tsunotori and Yanagi after the party?" Shouto retorted.
"Damn, boy. Pick a side. All in favor that he is the last to get dicked down, say aye." Tsuyu announced.
"Aye," said the girls in a resounding shout.
"Motion carried," said Tsuyu. "You're definitely living by your persona, Icy Hot, ribbit!"
Habuko proceeded to walk away from them as she was going to the hallway. "In case this might be a covert operation, I have some tactical gear."
"Why am I not surprised, ribbit." Tsuyu said, trying her best not to laugh, considering the situation. "It is like you haven't learned your lesson." "And God, do I love it!"
"It isn't like I've changed." Habuko winked. "Just got caught. There's a difference." She waved her head. "C'mon, if you guys can hurry, then you make the train in half an hour."
Tooru followed Habuko. Tsuyu turned around to Shouto. "C'mon, man. You can think about slobbing Izuku down later. Let's get ready."
"I am sick of your quips." Shouto retorted.
"Get sick as much as you want. Let's go, Moth Balls!" Tsuyu grabbed Shouto's sleeve as they followed Habuko and Tooru to the hallway closet. "The irony," Shouto thought to himself.
Meanwhile….
He had an odd feeling of confusion, pity, and indigestion. However, it was instantly replaced with dumbfoundedness. The girls resumed their lovemaking, pouncing on each other like kittens with catnip.
Itsuka spread her thighs, exposing her pussy for Yuga and Yui to see. Yuga shook her ass excitedly as if she was partaking in a feast. "When did Yuga become a girl? Is there something I've missed?" Of course, the French blond was flat-chested, somewhat feminine, and effervescent. But, never did he register him as a girl. Did that bump on the head distort his mind or his vision?
On the floor with his back against the wall, the show went on. Itsuka grabbed hold of the silky sheets, biting her teeth with her pillow to combat the sweet moans exiting out of her mouth. The raven-haired teen and the blonde bumped heads, wanting to partake in Itsuka's pussy. She spread her legs wider, not wanting them to fight over it. There was enough pussy for everyone. Her doe-eyes trailed Izuku's sight.
He swallowed a lump in his throat. The girls were shaking their heart-shaped hungry asses while Itsuka stared at him with much anticipation. Plenty of room to soothe their aching desire, her eyes were telling him.
He bit into his bottom lip. This wasn't right. He should do something about this. They were under a spell. The gas! It had to be the gas, he kept telling himself.
"Enjoying the view, Mr. Midoriya?"
Redness filled his ears. Like a rabbit, he gingerly hopped backward. It hurt upon contact, forgetting that his back was already against the wall.
"I'm over here." The deep-voiced woman told him. It was a voice of dominance. The words she spewed were more of a demand than a request.
Overlooking the bed, there appeared a woman who made herself at home in the finite dungeon. She was sitting on a black leather reclining chair. The Story of O was in her possession. Beside her was a small round table where a cup of tea was positioned. Honey lemon he smelled. Her amber eyes were glued to the book. Any intermittent moments were to grab a spot of tea.
She slowly crossed her legs, making the outfit she was wearing ride up on her thighs. Izuku could see the laced edge of her black stockings, realizing she was wearing one of those sexy thigh high things he had seen in the magazines. Abruptly he noticed that she was looking at him as he stared at her smooth legs, making him blush bright red as he quickly averted his eyes. He saw a smirk on her face out of the corner of his eye.
"This must be Mother." Izuku deduced, recognizing the voice from the intercom. "She has the voice of a siren. Sweet to the ears but bitter to the heart." That edible chocolate she called a voice sounded familiar to the teen, way before hearing her entrapping them there.
The cat-eared woman lightly chuckled. Snapping the book closed, she put it to the side. She crossed her legs once again, but not without giving him a quick visual of her black panties. They were chantilly-laced.
"Like what you see?" She watched his face contort. Red like a sweet potato on a cool November morning. He was flustered, unsure on what he should say. That only seemed to amuse her more. "Why do you look so scared? Never seen a neko girl in your life?"
She reached for her bonnet, pulling it away and showing her deep-colored raven hair, making it cascade down to her shoulders. Her amused amber eyes turned immodest as they narrowed in on him. "Didn't your mother tell you that it is rude to stare?"
"I am sorry." His eyes looked away from the neko woman. He was embarrassed, as if he did something bad. Then it dawned upon him. Why should he be in the wrong? He was conflicted, combating his shyness with girls while needing to collect info from this unknown woman. Overall, his main objective was to get out of this mess.
"Who are you? And what did you do to my friends?"
"Who am I…doesn't matter. You are to address me as Mother. It beats adding the "-sama." Because if it did, we wouldn't be talking now, would we, my little spring chicken," she said to him.
"This isn't a joke! Identify yourself!" Sparks of green electricity emitted from his hands. "Don't make me do something I will regret later."
The amber eyed woman yawned while scanning her nails. She looked unimpressed.
"Why bother attacking me? You're too much of a softie anyway to fight back." Mother commented, aware of his profile thanks to Aoyama. "Should you even call yourself in immediate danger?" She extended her hand to the girls engaged in their blissful lust. "All I am seeing are girls exploring their budding adolescence. I don't see any fuss or wanting help. Seems to me that they are having fun." She giggled. "If you want, why not partake with them? It looks like they want a boy's touch!"
"You can't force me to do anything." Izuku said defensively. "You…umm…Yuga…whoever subdued me and did things to me while I was knocked out. No way I would do such a thing."
Mother scanned her nails. "That isn't what I heard."
"Funny thing about words," he retorted sternly. "Anything can be misconstrued when passed along from person to person. I don't know you and you don't know me…so why play these games." The green sparks continued flowing out of his hands. "So, I will ask you again. Who are you? What did you do to my friends? Let me go or else face my wrath, Mother. I don't want to hurt you."
Mother remained unmoved. "You're cute, you know that. Quite charming and as Aoyama told you in the limo, delicious!" The neko ran her fingers through her hair. She looked skyward, taking strong breaths and just relishing in the moment. The continuing moans from one end while staring at a kid who wouldn't dare hurt a fly.
"I mean it. Don't make me do this." Izuku glanced at the woman, ready to fight.
"My my, playing hero, eh, my little spring chicken? How cute!" Mother responded, showing unrepentance. Her voice indicated that she didn't take his threat seriously. "Tee-hee! I always loved when my little boys loved to play hero. Reminds me of my little girl when she used to play Hunter and the Grimm." She chuckled once more. "No matter how old I get, boys do stay the same. It never changes!"
Izuku kept his stance. Mother proceeded to approach him. She extended her arms, using her hand, gesturing her hand in a back-and-forth motion. "It's been a while since I had some fun." She waved her palms again in a back-and-forth motion. "C'mon, my little spring chicken. I'll take you on. Show Mother whatcha got!"
Izuku took off against the woman at high speeds, activating his Full Cowling at 5%.
"Smash!" The emerald-haired teen landed a heavy blow on the abdomen of Mother. Like a ragdoll, Mother flew backward, crashing against the wall. Izuku could see a large dent where she currently resided. He didn't want to hurt, but she didn't give him much of a choice.
Sparks of electricity continued to emit out of his body. He walked toward Mother. "Sorry, lady. But, you didn't give me much of a choice." He thought that this would be enough to convince her to stop and to let him go. However, what he heard sent a chill to his spine. She began to laugh.
"Kukukuku! Was that all you have to offer?" Mother replied amusingly. Not even a scratch on her. "Aren't you a minuteman."
"Shit!" Izuku clenched his fist.
"I like my boys soft." She touched her lips. A dab of red was on her finger. "However, when it comes to having sex with them…" He saw the neko woman performing a forward dive. Like a torpedo, she was aiming for him. "I always like it when it's ROUGH!"
"...!" The emerald-haired teen yelped, growing worried and panicked. He activated OFA at 5%. He did just enough so he wouldn't really hurt her. He wanted to subdue her, but not mortally wound her. When he avoided direct impact, shockwaves were released from the yelping neko. As she collided with the wall, it sent outward waves of energy hitting Izuku, sending him further backwards with force.
"Double shit! Mother has a Quirk?" The Quirk gave Izuku reminders of Nejire Hadou from the Big 3. He knew many people have uniqueness in their Quirks with some similarity. But never did he think he would experience it in the same town.
"You have a Quirk?" Izuku exhaled heavily, knowing what he might soon face.
It was met with a smile on her face. "Oh! You thought I was Quirkless?!" Mother pulled her hair back. Wanting to get comfortable, she slowly pulled up her dress, exposing more and more of her milk chocolate legs. "Boy, aren't you getting me excited. I think you're getting me a little wet."
He licked his dry lips. Instincts were overriding logic. She was doing this on purpose. She would think showing some skin would deter him or distract him from battle. Despite how sexy she looked, he wasn't going to let that tear him down.
She then exposed the top of her thigh highs, showing the black suspenders that lead to her garter belt. He breathlessly followed the thin strips of cloth up under her dress, seeing the black chantilly lace panties underneath.
His face became beet red. Mother took notice. "Are you sure you wanna fight me? While you're staring me down, by now, you could have beaten me to a pulp."
"NO!" Izuku blurted out with his face becoming redder. "I mean…why are you stripping?"
"Oh! Aoyama mustn't have told you. When I fight, I always battle like this. Makes it more exciting," she confessed. "Why…feeling amorous, aroused?! Pitching a tent, my little spring chicken?"
"NO!" The flustered teen blurted out once more, averting his eyes from the sight. "Dude, she is doing this on purpose. Don't let that distract you. This is a battle. You're fighting for your friends and yourself and…."
As if a magician came and did a trick, her underwear completely vanished. She was now basked in her nakedness. Everything became a kaleidoscope of pictures and vivid thoughts.
Thick black pubic hair – natural and not trimmed was covering her pussy. Her large firm breasts stood proud, along with its erect nipples and large areolas. She then made a full 180-degree turn to expose her supple ass, as if she knew this boy would ogle over such profound, mature beauty.
"By Oum, do I feel much better!" Mother felt relieved. She felt the cool breeze alleviating her pores. "Sometimes I just need to get a little…" Her pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips. "...release."
"AH, for Dio's sake!" He wasn't going to allow this lecherous temptress to distract him. Izuku moved to the side, returning to a fighting stance.
The neko woman giggled unrepentantly. "My goodness, Izuku. Now, you're definitely making me wet. Do you still wanna fight me?"
"I refuse to fold." Izuku said, giving her a brazen look. "You may have got my friends hypnotized with lust, but not me." Sparks of green electricity continued to flow out of his hands. "I won't be backing down from a fight. Don't you ever in your life think I would fall to my knees because you're naked and you're a woman." He glared at the woman with intent. "Have some modesty. I'm old enough to be your son for goodness sake."
"You don't say." Mother rebutted. "Okay, my Fruedian son. Then let me show you what a man should do." She waved her hands in a back-and-forth. "Come to me, son!" She let out a tiny moan, then shot waves at him from both hands.
Izuku tried rushing forward again. He instead set his Full Cowling at 4%. He still wanted humility despite the temptress' plans on seducing him via battle. "Smash!" He shouted at Mother. However, she unleashed shot after shot of energy waves at him, forcing him to backtrack and run sideways to avoid the shots.
Mother stood in the center of the dungeon as Izuku circled around as he tried to get close to her with speed. However, Mother proved to have quite the solid line of defense as when he tried to inch closer, he was met with shockwaves that he had to dodge.
Mother had quite a good aim and reacted fast.
"I guess when she isn't busy with S&M, she practices her skills. Damn, she's good!" She had skills and it definitely showed. If he wasn't involved in this tet-o-tet with her, he would have given her praise.
The way Mother was looking, this was nothing more than scrimmage. Not a scratch, still smiling, and not even a gist of remorse. She loved the way he avoided looking at her naughty bits. It was a tell-tale sign that he was a man at heart. She decided to tease him a little.
"Sometimes, being the head maid of this manor is a lonely job." She said as she stood still. Sweat began glistening over her body. Beads of sweat, like a tiny river, streamed down her breasts. He could smell the sweet and sour combination of honeydew and sweat. He groaned a little, trying desperately to control his erection.
"Stay focused, damn it! She is using her prowess against me." He conserved his breathing, trying to not show her any indication of tiredness. The gas as well as the aftereffects of drugs remained in his system. He was going to try to give a read of the area again when he heard something from beside him.
"...!"
"SURPRISE!"
"Triple shit!" Before he could react, he was hit dead on by a strong and fast energy wave, pivoting him backwards and he landed rolling on the ground with a loud thump. He was caught off guard. The fallacy of overthinking proved to be a liability to him.
No time to ponder the severity of his pain, he staggeredly got up on one knee. Mother was leaning against the wall, arms crossed with her titties overlapping them. She had a smug smile written on her face.
"I have to say, Izuku, not bad." She purred. "I have to be honest, my little spring chicken. Your ass is giving mine a run for its money. Didn't think I would have to work this hard for you."
"And what makes you think I want you?"
"No boy in the world would resist a chance with an older neko woman." She said, lowering her arms as her titties bounce. "By now, boys like yourselves would have been on their knees licking my pussy. You're different apparently."
"I don't fold easily," he responded, managing to get back on his feet. His mind was racing in different directions. Meanwhile, he could still hear the non-stop moaning between the girls. However, learning from previous mistakes, he wasn't going to take his eyes off her for not even a millisecond.
"I see. Thanks for the observation," said Mother. "That's probably why I like you so much. Most boys would have creamed their pants when I showed some cleavage here or some upper thigh there. But not you. Hell, even when we were prepping you, you were quite resistant. Next time, I really need to use some stronger drugs."
Izuku let out a tiny smile. "Oh, there won't be a next time. After I beat you and save the others, I will be sure that you and this operation will get shut down and you will be facing a judge."
"Not even time for a little rendezvous?" Mother bit into her lips, squeezing one of her breasts. "So, you're the Batman archetype? Truth and justice." She hissed as she squeezed her erect nipple. "I could use a man like you to take my urges on."
"Yeah…good luck finding her behind bars!" Izuku leaped up from the floor. Mother followed suit. He bounced from wall to wall with the neko woman taking any attempts to blow shockwaves at him.
"Holy Esdeath! These walls have to be impenetrable. With this kind of strength, they should have been destroyed by now." It made him question whether Mother was going easy on him or was there something more sinister behind this? However, he, too, was going easy on her. She wasn't a Villain, but she wasn't exactly a good person either.
The emerald-haired teen amped up his Full Cowling, this time at 8%. He dashed forward toward Mother. "Take this, vile temptress!"
Mother giggled. "Enough with the names, my spring chicken! You're making me blush!"
"SMASH!"
Mother reciprocated the blow by sending her shockwaves at him. He dodged to the right and then to the left to avoid the numerous shots sent at him.
"I'm starting to feel woozy. My head hurts! I need to end this quickly or else Mother wins!" Izuku drifted to a stop, only giving Mother the opportunity to send another shockwave. However, she was put where he wanted her to be.
"Delaware Smash!" He threw a punch forward, sending a gust of wind that collided with Mother's shot, cancelling it. "Now, that's how I shot a con! Get it? Shot-a-con?" He put his two fingers together, mimicking a gun, making a whistle noise.
Admittedly, she didn't expect that blow back from the teen. Admirable, adorable, but at the same time, she was becoming a bit irritable. "Well done. So, you do wear boxers underneath instead of those All Might tighty-whities."
The emerald-haired teen cracked his neck. "Keep his name out of his mouth."
She raised her eyebrow, resuming that smug look he despised. "Ok, you're right. I will. But, I can't say the same about your precious Ochako and so-called friend, Katsuki, can we?" She said teasingly, providing him a bitter taste to the lips.
Izuku was shocked when he heard this. His mind flashed to that day in the classroom. On his begging knees, clinging to the hems of her skirt when she said those horrid, tortuous words out of her mouth.
"The thing is Izuku is that I can no longer be your girlfriend. Sorry!" He clung to the ends of her skirt until Katsuki pried it off it. That smug look of satisfaction as the girl buried herself into his bosom. His beady red eyes stared daggers at him, intentionally given him dissatisfaction, humiliation, and shame.
"I gave her something better to offer, Deku. Face it, man, you're worthless. Always have, always will be." Those words penetrated Izuku's soul as if the devil's pitchfork did it itself. Tears blinded his vision as he was cornered in the classroom by jeers and cheers. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. If could vomit, he would.
His fists tightened as his anger turned into fury.
That made Mother's smile wider.
"Take that back, you bitch!" Izuku shouted. Hearing that stirred something in him, making him furious. "Lies, fucking lies from the fucking wolf, you damn Faunus bitch!"
"Well, well, well. Look who shows their true colors when they get upset over a boo-boo of losing their girlfriend." Mother began laughing. "As if you know the struggles of our people. Calling me out of my name because you're mad that she wanted a man and not a boy. You should take it out on him and not me. What's up? Projection much?!"
Izuku unexpectedly deactivated his Quirk. He dropped to his knees. "Leave me alone! Get out of my head. What in the hell do you know about me and Ochako? Not a damn thing."
She laughed. "Poor fool. Do you think we just take anybody in our circle of discord? Yuga might be an idiot, but I do my research. And when the mistress tells me something, I follow orders." She crossed her arms. "Look at yourself, just a little boy who wants his mama. Wanna pacifier?" She displayed her breasts. "Got enough to put you to sleep. Do you wanna lullaby with that?"
"Fuck you!" Izuku stood up, reactivating his Quirk. "Delaware Smash!" He used his Quirk towards Mother, which she continued to dodge by using her shockwaves.
"Delaware Smash, Delaware Smash, DELAWARE SMASH!" Izuku shouted loudly. A pain in his voice as he aimed towards Mother. "DELAWARE SMASH, DELAWARE SMASH, DELAWARRREEE SSMMAASSHH!"
"Let it out, Izuku. Let it out to Mother. Let me hear your cries." Mother rushed to the floor, getting on her knees and sent a tremor that rang against the floor.
The tremor itself disrupted the girls from the lovemaking, causing them to fly backwards to the wall. The emerald-haired teen performed a backflip to hit the back of Mother's head. However, she was able to counterattack him by grabbing his foot.
"Oooh~! The little piggy went to the market for SOME ROAST BEEF!" She pushed him like a torpedo, crashing directly to the wall. Dust and residue splintered from the wall. Izuku felt the pain shooting down his back. Immediately, he dropped to the floor, landing on his stomach.
"Kukukuku! And they all came tumbling down!" She watched him groaning in pain. He managed to lie on his back. As he tried to make a move, Mother took a step forward.
She aimed her hands at the emerald-haired teen, sending a strong shockwave at him.
"Aaugh!" Izuku cried out as he was nailed to the ground by her shockwaves.
"Ready to come home and kiss the feet of your Mother?" He heard her say in a cheerfully taunting manner. Izuku's hand turned into a fist as he got on one knee. A frown was present on his face. "Jesus, if I wasn't wearing a tamp, then we would need a janitor to mop the floor."
"Who in the hell are you?!" Izuku asked, trying to reactivate his Quirk. However, it went without success.
"You're still pressed on that," she told him. "Let's say as the mister and Mistress are God and Jesus, I am the Holy Spirit. To the girls here, I am God. To Yuga, his godmother." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Since you insist, in another life, I was known to others as Kali – Kali Belladonna. However, in this life, I am Mother." She narrowed her eyes, displaying a smug look. "To you, call me Mommy when I subdue you and make you cum your brains out."
"I will never…bow…down…to…you!" Emerald bolts of lightning flared up around his body and his eyes gleamed with power. He had enough power to give it his all. He activated his Full Cowling again, only this time, it was at 20%.
Mother shook her head, placing her perfectly manicured hand onto her sopping wet pussy, removing the tampon and tossing it aside. "I'm gonna make sure when you lose, you will roll your eyes to the back of your head when I fuck your brains out."
"Not before I roll yours first." Green sparks began generating once more. "It ain't over til the fat lady sings."
"We'll see in nine months." She waved her palms in a back-and-forth motion. "Show Mommy whatcha got, I-zu-ku!"
Izuku didn't relent as he swiftly jumped after her. "Bring it on, Mother! SSSMMMASSSHHH!"
Meanwhile….
Bones was playing softly in the background. The Legend of Korra was on the television with the volume on mute. Neito and Manga were sitting on the couch, enjoying themselves with Aoyama's 45% cacao chocolate tea and snacks. Unfortunately, their living room was currently unavailable since it was the girls' turn to use it. They were watching Girls on HBO. According to their classmate, Setsuna, it was sort of like Gossip Girl, but with more tits.
"Change the channel, Manga. This part sucks!" Neito and Manga were watching the final episode of the series. Manga sat with anticipation, minute by minute to see the final scene between Korra and Asami. However, with the blond, the thought of two girls swindling behind Mako's back, and tarnishing the legacy of the real life Mako irked him.
"Seriously, Butt Munch! Change the channel." Neito responded with much urgency as he grabbed the end of the couch with both hands.
"No way, dude." Manga retorted. "I wanna see if they're gonna do it!" He grabbed his knees with his sweaty palms. "Yeah, yeah! You two can hold hands, but use them to grab each other's thingies! Get naked! Get naked, God damn it!"
Manga tried his best to combat the feelings and it didn't help that he had a "stiffie!" He rocked his head as he pressed his face closer to the television. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! C'mon! Grab each other's thingies!"
"I mean it, dumbass. Change the channel or else I'll kick your ass."
"C'mon, do it! Do it! Let me join in, so I can really give it to you two." Manga said with much enthusiasm in his voice, completely ignoring his friend's warning. "Heh heh hmm heh hmm heh."
Neito then decided to slap Manga's chest as a sign of seriousness.
"Oww!" The animated pop bubble cried out.
"Seriously, Butt Munch! Turn it off. Nobody wants to see this." The angry blond grabbed the remote, which Manga found to be offensive.
Manga snatched it back. "No way, fart knocker."
"It's mine, damn it! Give it here!"
The two struggled on the couch as they were fighting over the remote. Neito had him by the throat while Manga struggled to grab Neito's arms. "Give it back to me, you bunghole!" Manga barked at him.
"Hell no!" Neito responded. "Cut it out or else I'll really kick your ass."
"Shut up, dill-hole!" Manga barked.
"Turd burgling knob goblin." Neito retorted.
"Bunghole!"
"Peckerwood!"
"Butt snatch!"
"Dill wad!"
"Uhh…bunghole!"
"You already said that, dumbass!"
The fight between the acrimonious friends escalated. Neito put his hands on Manga's chest, applying pressure on the couch. Growing irritated, the animated speech bubble seized the opportunity and used his leg to hit the blond teen between his legs.
"Aaugh, my nads!" Neito cried. "Aww, you Butt Munch!" His face wrinkled, as if he had smelled something. In retaliation, he applied pressure on Manga's hips with his knees.
"Get off of me, bunghole!" Manga shouted. This time he had grabbed the blond's hair, tugging it in any direction to make him feel pain.
"Just me the damn remote, doofus." The blond demanded, still applying pressure with his knees and now beginning to pinch Manga's nipples.
While the boys were fighting and behaving erratically over the television, they didn't expect a shadow steadily approaching the common room. As Neito contemplated grabbing the lamp nearby to turn off Manga's light, he heard someone behind them clearing their throat.
"Don't wear yourselves out on the couch, boys. If you guys just wanna do it, then go to your rooms."
The duo froze. They turned their heads to the source of the noise. It was the self-proclaimed leader of 1-A, Katsuki Bakugo. The spiky-haired blond stepped forward, wearing his usual trademarked shit-eating grin on his face. He had his cell phone in his hand, which showed concern to the boys as they feared that he was either recording them to share with the others or for Nezu. They honestly didn't know what was worse.
"Well, well, well." Katsuki spoke calmly, which still worried the two. "Didn't expect you fine gentlemen in our neck of the woods at this hour." He paused, looking at the television screen, showing the final credits of The Legend of Korra. "It seems I caught you watching television. Sorry about that. What were you doing?" He began grinning. "So, which one wanted to be Asami?"
Neito jumped back to his side of the couch. "Whatever, dude. Can't two guys fight it out over the remote?"
Manga, dusting himself off, nodded in agreement. "It isn't like you haven't rode on top of Deku in your lifetime. So, make like a tree…and branch out!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" The blond retorted, taking a seat beside them. "Firstly, you're in our dorm. And secondly, what I do with him is my business."
"The girls are using the tv in our dorm," responded Manga. "And why do you guys get satellite and we get basic cable?"
"Just as our 1-A class are alphas and your 1-B class are betas. Plus, Yaoyorozu and Aoyama have money so they are paying for it." Katsuki retorted, still wearing his shit-eating grin. "But, enough about that. I didn't come here to start a fight or your exploration of…whatever you wanna call that." He snatched the remote from them, turning it off. "Actually, I need you guys for something."
It was a rarity that Bakugo even interacted with them, especially since he and Monoma share similar traits (in the poorest way possible). Monoma was basically Bakugo without any class. He was smug, prissy, obnoxious, a self-proclaimed leader, things that the teen demanded respect and acknowledgement from his classmates. However, it only worked with a certain few.
Just not Bakugo.
"I'm surprised you guys didn't go out with the others tonight." Bakugo said as he returned to his seat. "Didn't the 1-A and 1-B boys go to the drink bar for a mixer or something."
"Butt Munch here got us denied entry at the door." Neito informed Katsuki, giving Manga the side-eye. "We didn't even know that Yanagi's Games and Grub was having a private party tonight."
The blond heard briefly that Reiko's cousin was having a private party from Eijiro. Apparently, an upcoming singer from God-knows-where would be performing God-knows-what. What Eijiro may have failed to mention was that it was going to be a $40 entry and he knew those simpletons didn't have the money. And knowing Neito and Manga, they pulled one of their stunts to put them in their current juncture.
Which in the way suited Bakugo.
"What did I do?" Manga replied defensively. "So I was grunting in line. I was getting excited. Not everyday foreigner babes frequent that place." He then displayed straining tension lines. "If you didn't tell that blonde chick, 'Hey, baby. Would you like…get me on…'" He replied while imitating Neito's voice. "...then we wouldn't be in this discussion!" The teen then folded his arms. "Surprised Blondie didn't try strangling you with that scarf of hers."
Katsuki wasn't in the mood for the schematics of their usual failure as a duo and part of the second class. He decided to move forward. "The past is the past." "As if you two bastards had any chance in hell with any type of babe, the pig included." The spiky-haired blond crossed his legs. "As I was saying…I need you two for a favor. It would probably be worth your while."
"Pfff…as if!" The lighter blond disagreed. "Why should we do anything for you?"
Katsuki kept smiling. "You're right. We had our disagreements in the past. However, did that party I threw last week show some kind of an offering for peace…or at least neutrality?" "And I was hoping that only the 1-B girls would come to the party. But Kirishima insisted on bringing everyone. Just because you two don't have dicks didn't mean you were actually invited."
"We're not even friends, let alone Facebook friends." Neito retorted. "We all knew you threw that party just to show off Ochako and to berate Deku."
The blonde looked surprised. "Me?" He touched his chest. "Monoma, I am surprised you would think like that." He narrowed his eyes. "We're at my beach house with music, fun…all the free booze you can drink…"
"He's right. I was standing near the pool table when you and Kirishima were." Manga replied interjectionally. "You were ranting about how Deku ruined your party." He nodded to himself. "Plus your aim was off when you hit Aoyama with that pool ball."
Bakugo looked skyward at the ceiling. He was at an advantage as he did have footage of the two roughhousing in a compromising position. He would like to use this as blackmail, but decided against it. His goal was to get two willing participants in his plan.
To exact revenge on that defenseless Izuku.
Katsuki strained his voice. "Yeah…listen, Fukidashi and Monoma…I know we have our differences between…classes." He gripped the arm of the couch, but still feigned coyness. "How about this? Can I say that this favor involved some monetary value? Enough to buy you a table at that speakeasy under Yanagi's Games and Grub."
Monoma and Fukidashi turned to face each other. They looked surprised by what Katsuki had told them.
"The private party was in their downstairs basement. But anyway, that doesn't matter right now," said Katsuki. "What does matter is this." He cleared his throat. "Look, I'm gonna get right to the point. I'll pay you ten grand plus expenses, all payable after you do Deku."
Neito raised his eyebrow, looking awkward at him. "Uhhh…do Deku?"
"That's right. Do him! I'm offering you and Manga ten grand plus expenses to do Deku. We got a deal?" Katsuki said to them.
Neito was shockingly surprised by the words he was hearing. "Uh, you want us to do a guy? No way, Bakugo!"
Manga, on the other hand, was nodding to himself with the offer. He turned to his friend and classmate. "I don't know, Neito. That's a lot of money. Maybe if we close our eyes and pretend that he is a chick."
The lighter blond hit Manga's shoulder. Manga's hands were fisted at his sides. He was about to throw a punch before Katsuki cleared his throat. By this time, he had already grabbed Neito's chocolate tea, which was obviously stolen from Yuga.
He took a sip of the lukewarm beverage, then eyed the boys. "No, you shitty extras! God, why does everything have to revolve around sex?" He took another sip before putting it down on the table. "Not do as in fucking him, but do as in fucking him up if you know what I mean."
"I don't know, man." Manga responded. "Fucking him and fucking him up sound pretty sussy to me."
"No, jackasses!" Katsuki barked before resuming his composure. "I'm asking you to kick his ass, beat him up, jump him…."
"Ok, ok. Now, you're making sense." Neito replied, eyebrows still raised. "You're asking Manga and I to beat up Midoriya for ten grand?"
"Yes."
"Ten grand to beat up Izuku." Manga said.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Katsuki responded.
The 1-B boys stared at each other momentarily, still basking on Katsuki's request. Monoma was indifferent when it came to Izuku, seeing him as a threat and an occasional rival. Fukidashi didn't know Midoriya well enough to exhibit any qualms about the teen. From what he has seen through exams, festivals, and at school, he seemed to be a genuine, well-rounded person.
"What is the catch?" Neito asked.
"There is none." Katsuki answered. "Five grand a piece. Beat him up, take pictures, the end."
"That is too good to be true," said Neito. "What makes you think Deku isn't in on this?"
"He isn't."
"But…but…" The speech bubble was startled. "Aren't you guys childhood friends?"
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Katsuki said, "Do you guys want the money or not? I know there are plenty of people who would like to do this for a bag of candy and a pat to the head."
Manga knew that Monoma wouldn't mind doing this for the money. However, he had his reservations. "And Uraraka is cool with this?"
Katsuki jerked his head forward in response. His face was turning beet red. "Never mind Uraraka." His voice was quavering, as if he was startled, if not offended to be asked that question. "Uraraka is my woman. What I do or say, she's down with." He clenched his fists. "Five grand a piece. Beat him up, take pictures. Nothing more, nothing less."
"C'mon, dude!" Neito responded as he grabbed Manga's shoulders. "Bakugo is gonna pay us to do Deku. We can even go to a bathhouse or a lemon bar to score."
"I don't know." Manga said, showing his doubts.
"Look at it as if we are fighting a Villain, but we're getting paid for it," said Neito, trying to sway the unconvinced teen. "Beating him up might get us some brownie points. Isn't he being trained by Yagi-sensei?"
"Aren't you worried about the risks?"
"Of course not. Knowing Bakugo, he got this orchestrated, so I wouldn't even worry about it."
"Still, dude," said Manga. "Still sounds crummy to do a friend like that."
Regardless if Manga dissented, the light blond teen couldn't refuse that money, even if taking Manga's share. "We'll do it, Bakugo."
Katsuki smirked, draining the rest of the chocolate tea. "Excellent. Let's get down to business."
A few minutes later….
Manga and Neito followed Katsuki to his dorm room as the spiky-haired blond felt that their business should be further discussed in private, something the other boys felt that should have been done in the first place.
Manga and Neito passed the open doors to Yaoyorozu and Ashido's rooms, both giving them awkward stares. After a few additional steps, they finally arrived at Katsuki's room.
The boys got in and made themselves comfortable. Manga sat at Katsuki's chair and Neito sat on Katsuki's bed. Katsuki closed the door and went to his desk. Manga moved aside, seeing Katsuki grabbing a large brown envelope.
"This is for you." Katsuki handed the file folder to Neito. "This gives details. His routine, class schedules, his hang out spots, even when he frequents his mother's place." The spiky-haired blond took a seat beside Monoma.
"Wow! This is very detailed." Monoma whistled, surprised by Katsuki's organization of Izuku compiled in a binder. "You would think Iida, Yaoyorozu, Kendou, or Midoriya himself did this for you."
"Don't worry about the schematics, just worry about making shitty Deku look bad…for me and Ochako." Katsuki responded. "If I were you, I wouldn't obviously do this on school grounds. I would wait until he is off campus."
"I would careful in general." Manga said. "He won't go down without a fight. He would be prone to get us twice as quickly as we would do him."
"I got you covered, you two. Don't worry. Just need you both in agreement with me, that's all." The spiky-haired interjected, taking the binder from Monoma. As Katsuki opened the binder, Monoma saw a picture of Midnight with her eyes x-ed by a marker and the word 'die' written in bold, capital letters, underlined three times.
"Why is Kayama-sensei's picture in this binder as well?" Neito asked.
"Remember when I said expenses," Katsuki said. "How about a little bonus after this is done."
"Dude, do you really wanna go to juvie?" Manga asked. "Or get kicked out of UA?"
"No, no. I won't hurt her. Plus, she will kill me. But you can," said Katsuki. "However, a little getback doesn't hurt." The spiky-haired blond took a breath. "Sensei keeps a spare uniform in the teacher's lounge. This week is my week to clean the classroom. All students must return the key to the teacher's office after we perform our duties. However, this week is going to be an exception."
Manga watched as Katsuki reached into his nightstand and pulled out the keys to the teacher's lounge. Then, he pulled out a bottle of ointment – IcyHot.
"I love my best friend, but he can't really read." Katsuki said excitedly as he held onto the ointment. "I'll pay you both $500 each if you go into the teacher's lounge before school and apply this to her uniform."
"Where on her leotard?"
"You guys have been burnt before…I think you know the right spot." The spiky-haired blond winked at the two.
"How are we going to convince Sensei to change clothes? Plus, she doesn't always wear her uniform," said Manga.
"You boys are bright. You can think of something," retorted Katsuki.
Manga and Neito stared at each other momentarily, now bewildered on Katsuki's secondary plan. Neito knew that there was going to be a catch doing this.
"Why so little money with her and not Deku?" Monoma asked.
"I think about the amount of underaged boys she left bleeding in their hearts," responded the red-eyed teen. "The amount of guys she burnt after having sex. Or the amount of welts she left on my ass. Fuck her! Give her what she's worth."
Katsuki got up from the bed and looked at the window that had a great view of the UA campus and the surrounding areas. "I'll give you a week for Sensei and Deku. Just make sure that it is enough that even Satan could have a twinge in his heart."
Monoma and Fukidashi heard the blond cackling. Seeing enough movies and anime to get the hint, they knew that this was time to depart. Grabbing the keys, Monoma stood up. Fukidashi led the way as he and Monoma left his dorm. Upon closing the door, both met with a sigh of relief.
After a few minutes, they were out of the 1-A dorms and heading back to their dorms. Both were quiet as the plan finally resonated in their minds. They were actually getting paid to not only hurt Izuku, but to hurt Kayama-sensei as well.
Meanwhile….
The headlights to the Honda Accord was the guiding light in the darkness of forest and hairpin turns. It was something Tsuyu knew the moment they left the city limits. As three-laned roads eventually between one-laned, narrow roads. She wasn't particularly worried. After all, they had a great driver to safely guide them to their destination.
"You came to the right hombre." The purple-haired teen with grey streaks spoke passionately as she changed lanes. "I love adventure!"
"More so money, ribbit." Tsuyu said. She was sitting in the backseat while Tooru and Shouto were in the backseat. "But it doesn't matter. All of this is paid for by Mongoose."
"Habuko Mongoose?" Hitoshi asked the frog vixen beside her. "Know her Dad very well. To have the last name Mongoose, he is more stunted like a turtle's head if you know what I mean." She said with a mischievous grin, bumping elbows with Tsuyu.
"More information than I needed to hear." Shouto said, much to his chagrin. The air conditioner in the car didn't help with the 'so-called tactical gear' that he was wearing. "Please tell me why I am wearing a black leotard,a blindfold, and a white wig. We're on a covert mission, not going to a cosplay convention."
"Chill out, 2B." Tooru said, trying her best to hide her giggle. "Believe it or not, Shouto, that gear is made to withstand arsonal at level four. It can stop steel core and tactical rifle rounds up to and including 166-grain."
"Then, why don't you guys wear it?" Shouto protested. Since he has been involved with the girls, his luck has been dwindling down by the minute. They teased and accused him of things that weren't true. Out of reluctance, he was now heading to the Aoyama manor to find Deku. Now, as the girls were dressed in traditional tactical gear, his outfit conveniently looked similar to 2B from NieR: Automata.
"We aren't the same size," replied Tooru. "Plus, I look slim in all black anyway, tee-hee!"
"That doesn't even make any sense," responded Shouto frustratingly. "You're invisible!"
"God, stop projecting, would ya," retorted Tooru.
"I wouldn't worry, Todoroki-kun." Hitoshi responded cheerfully. "You look sexy as a trap."
"A great distraction piece, that's for sure, ribbit." Tsuyu responded, trying her best not to laugh.
"I am very close to asking you to pull over and I'll take my chances with lions and bears and Villains," said Shouto as he was slumping down in his seat.
"Okay…sorry, 2B, I mean, Shouto, ribbit." The frog teen lowered the window to gather a little outside warmth. She tried her best to get the giddiness out of her and resume on their plan. "Okay, here is the keikaku. We all know no private manor comes without its security. I think we've read enough manga and watched enough anime to know who is running the show."
"The wife obviously." Tooru responded. "I saw that in Najica: Blitz Tactics!"
"Exactly! It won't be surprising that the guards are female, maids to be exact." Tsuyu responded. "As they are busy protecting and serving, they are also the wife's playthings."
"Meanwhile, the husband plays an indirect role. Occasionally plays with the wife obligatorily and toys with the maids without discretion," replied Tooru.
"You guys watch too many tv shows," responded Shouto. "All we know, there might be two…maybe three guards watching the perimeter. If it was that deep, Yuga would've bragged. He brags about everything else."
"Bzzzt!" Hitoshi intervened. "Wrong! Most likely Aoyama won't brag because it violates the order. He is probably being groomed by the head maid to properly train the maids once his mother and father retires. Can't have an organization without a successor."
"I don't even think he cares. The only person I've seen him like is himself…in the mirror," replied Shouto.
"Unconvinced. There are two sides to every coin," said Hitoshi.
"Right, girlfriend," replied Tsuyu. "Anyway, my point is that we need to expect the unexpected, thus having Habuko giving us gear."
"Man, do I love plot conveniences!" Hitoshi said giddily.
The frog vixen turned head to Hitoshi. "Alright, Hitoshi." She looked at her cell phone. "After a few more miles, you're going to drop us off at the side of the road. There are some woods that we can use for cover. You drive a few hundred yards away and keep your lights off in case passersby or someone from the manor wanted to take a stroll."
"Got it," said Hitoshi.
"Tooru and Shouto, we're all going to stick together as we trek to the manor. Unsure if these maids have quirks or not, we must be ready," said Tsuyu. "Knowing the maids from Najica, they may have guns."
"Got it, member-sister," said Tooru.
"We all have our headsets." Tsuyu said as she looked at Hitoshi again. "Be on standby in case of deviation or changes of plan."
"I'm getting paid for this," the purple-haired hustler responded. "Business is what I do and what I'm good at."
"Great, one less thing to worry about, ribbit."
Hitoshi drove the girls and Shouto a couple more miles before slowing down and veering off the road. True to her word, she turned off her headlights. She put the car in park.
Tsuyu opened the door. "Thanks, Shinsou. Be on standby when ready." She got out of the car. Tooru and Shouto opened the door as they were being led into the ravine that went to the Aoyama manor. Hitoshi watched them long enough before putting the car back into drive and headed to a safe spot.
Tsuyu listened until she could no longer hear the car engine. Knowing that part of the plan was complete, she looked at the others. With the exception of the frog vixen, the icy hot teen and the invisible teen sported their night vision goggles.
"Have your headsets on," she told Tooru and Shouto. "Initials from here on out."
The trio stepped out into the ravine as they were walking toward the manor. The icy hot teen felt a chill down his spine. He knew the wind was picking up but something was feeling off to him. The sound of their footsteps filled the air as they were walking towards the path. However, the atmosphere was eerie.
"C'mon, Shouto." He felt the pull of Tooru's hand grabbing him as they went on to search for Deku. However, that unnerving feeling of being watched was reeled into his mind.
To be continued….
Eraserhead was going to make sure that the used condom was properly thrown away this time. Hearing the sound of the toilet flushing, he knew that it could rupture the plumbing. He could fix a toilet but not inside of Midnight. And the way America was going with their less-than-favorable options, Japan could be next.
He shut the bathroom door behind him. Reaching for his shirt, the Eraser Hero needed to head home before Emi and Eri would start to worry.
"Nemuri, you know the drill. You can spend the night. The card is under an assumed name and check out is after 11." He said as he tucked in his shirt.
Midnight was unmoved. He wasn't the first Hero that she has slept with. Looking at television and drinking a glass of wine, she didn't even give him a glance.
"I wouldn't be too concerned," she responded. "Assume nothing. Knowing Emi, she probably has a warm dinner prepared and is reading Eri a bedtime story. Plus, this was impromptu anyway. Thanks for the short notice."
Shouta nodded, grabbing his belt and putting it through the belt loops. "You had a lot of stress to relieve, that's for sure."
"Two bad dates and a kid to spank." Nemuri licked her lips. "You know that turns me on."
Eraserhead didn't respond. Grabbing his bag that contained his uniform, he needed to stop by a gas station to spill some gasoline on it. The lie produced to Emi was he was helping a Hero at a nearby prefecture and that the Villain was a huge fan of gasoline. Either if she believed it or not, it gave him some borrowed time.
"See you at work tomorrow, Shouta," answered Nemuri in a seductive voice.
The black-haired colleague blew her a kiss before closing the door. Upon closing, Nemuri slouched down, making raspberry noises.
"Damn, did tonight sucked. That PVC pipe might as well be a twizzler." Nemuri said to herself. Thankfully, she had some toys to finish herself off in case of moments like these.
Sticking out her tongue as she opened the drawer to grab a vibrator, she even had a picture of Izuku with it. The thought of him relished her mind throughout the day, even as she and Shouta were making sex.
"You're still on my mind, Midoriya," she said to herself as she turned on her vibrator. "And when that happens, you know what that means."
She made a note to herself to have a private meeting with him as soon as possible. The excuse she produced was to have supplementary lessons. It was nothing to it. There was a recent test they have taken and she could fail him. Knowing him, he would do anything to bump that score.
BD: Ok, ladies and gentlemen…we have a lot of action-packed things to come with the revival of 'The Deku Syndrome.'
GOTA: That's right. We have plenty of plans to return to our old stories. So bare with us.
BD: That is right. Stay tuned. As always, Team Greenshade!