Hey, guys! BD and GOTA are here with the latest chapter of 'The Deku Syndrome (Amended Version).' In this chapter, Yui and Itsuka take part in having their fun with Izuku. Meanwhile, Denki is met with a proposal from Minoru. Later, Katsuki still simmers about Izuku and wants revenge. Finally, Shouto decides to ask Izuku the million-dollar question before is intercepted by Habuko. Enjoy!
Aki Sora and Pocky sticks was what Denki Kaminari called a pleasant afternoon. Lying in bed with the window opened, he allowed the cool air to soothe his pores. Today was a fine day, particularly the premature dismissal of classes. The electric blond wasn't going to complain. Today was an oddity within itself.
Pondering on grabbing another manga from the shelf, he heard someone knocking on his door. "It's open." He told the visitor. He really shouldn't call him a visitor since he frequented his room on a regular basis. Plus, it was seldom that he would announce himself without walking to the door.
As he turned to the page when Sora was confronted by his sister Nami with a pair of scissors, he heard Minoru rushing in before closing the door. By the way he was sounding, he must have ran.
The grapehead holsted his backpack and placed it on Denki's desk. "Dude! I have come bearing gifts."
"Who's on the tab for today?" Denki asked, remaining unmoved as he knew that the grapehead has some time-sensitive items to give to certain members of the student body. It doesn't help that Kaminari is aware of the underground, black market operation. But, with a portion of proceeds going into his pockets, he didn't mind keeping mum. In his mind, he wasn't hurting anyone. Not everyone could have a conventional 9-to-5 job.
"Let's see!" Minoru unzipped his back and shuffled inside to retrieve the items. "I have used gym bloomers from Ashido and Hagakure. I've taken underskirt photos of Kodai during lunch."
"Good, good. A 1-H member has been texting me about those Kodai photos." Denki said.
"I'll get with him tonight after dinner," said Minoru.
"Awesome. Anything else?"
"Peep this!" Minoru said with a cheeky grin as he pulled out a brown paper bag. "Shimapan! Striped panties from Jirou herself."
Hearing panties and Jirou directed his attention from the manga. Placing it on the nightstand, he turned over and sat up to face the dwarf. "Get outta here. Jirou, you say?"
"My nose wouldn't lie." He opened the paper bag to inhale its contents. "The gods have been blessing us." He took another whiff. "Something's definitely keeping this girl wet." He tossed the paper bag to Denki. Unlike Mineta, he took care of his business when the day was done. He patted the bag before placing it under the pillow.
"Seems like we made a good score today." The electric blond said, now standing inches away from Minoru. "Any news with our contact about those photos with the girls from the Literature Club."
Minoru put his finger to his lip. "It's too early to tell. She still has to keep vice off her back and then she still needs to go to the darkroom without being spotted."
"Throw her an extra $50 as an incentive," said Denki. "Yaoyorozu doesn't use the room as the Student Council doesn't meet on Wednesdays."
"Hai, will do!"
"How much do I owe you for Jirou's panties," asked Denki, reaching into his wallet.
"That one's for free." Minoru winked at the electric blond. "It's a thank you for treating me to ice cream yesterday. A heal to the wound from Saturday's party."
Denki returned to the bed. He could barely recall last weekend's party. He happened to stumble into some Jaggermeister from the kitchen cabinet. Drinking a good portion of the bottle, the bits and pieces of that night including vomiting in Katsuki's fish tank, going into the drunk tank, and believing Katsuki was Wilson from Cast Away. It was an overall action-packed weekend.
He deadpanned at the grapehead dwarf. "You spend too much time on the bench." He pointed to his chest. "Playing in the game means you have to learn how to practice with the master."
Minoru raised his eyebrow, feeling that Denki was no better when it came to girls. He might be better looking and less repulsed to them didn't mean he wasn't any different from a pervert. "Anyway…I think we have something much better that can help us without having any practice. More like a cheat code."
"Look, dude. We promised to take a break from any schemes." The electric blond told the dwarf. "I'm still recovering from the fallout when Melissa visited UA the last time."
"Last time was different. Gaijin girls can make us deviate from our usual plans." He raised his finger. "Westerners have a whole different technique." He shook away his thoughts. "This time, I have something more foolproof. This can help us take a step forward in the food chain of obtaining babes."
"..." Denki just glared at him expressionlessly. He was already thinking of ways to bail out at the first red flag. Nevertheless, he wanted to be subtle and listened to Mineta's ideas. "What's your pitch!"
"Earlier, a little birdie flew into the nest of the stairwell…" Mineta was cut off when Denki raised his finger.
"What were you doing there? I'd told you to meet up with Shinsou."
"I did. This was a side gig. Thought a little bonus wouldn't hurt." He cleared his throat. "Anyway…a little birdie flew into the nest of the stairwell and get this…" Mineta turned his chair around to face Denki. "It is related to the very guy who rocked the party."
"Izuku?"
The dwarf nodded to confirm Denki's question. "Hmm-hmm! The one and only."
"Good old Deku." He laughed to himself. "Izuku definitely stole the show. A great recovery from the backup with Uraraka."
"Pfff! Uraraka is yesterday's news. She's the scraps for the dogs. She belongs to the streets. Just leftovers to throw in the soup of the day." Mineta scoffed about the cheating teen. Although cheating was a fetish, it was only in ero-manga and pornography, never in real life.
"I beg to differ…but to each is his own." Denki closed his mouth, realizing he was butting into his friend's conversation.
"Peep this. Toru and Tsuyu were talking about Izuku and his dick."
Denki's face flattened. This wasn't exactly what he thought this was leading to. "So…"
"So…if I am hearing right, it means that dud has become a stud." Minoru nodded in self-approval.
Watching Minoru cross his arms made him feel unconvinced and somewhat concerned. He was still figuring out why that information proved vital to him, let alone the benefits.
"Tsuyu noted that 1-B's Kodai and Kendou were absent. They also discussed that Shouto was creaming for his penis," said Minoru.
"Wait a minute! Shouto plays for the other side?" The electric blond raised his eyebrow in surprisement. He never pictured the icy hot teen preferring the same sex. "Didn't think he swung that way. Not that I have a problem with it."
"Tsuyu has no reason to lie. And typically, she knows what she feels in her gut," replied Minoru. "Either way, what he prefers is his business. What is our business is what Deku can do for us."
"What are you proposing?"
"The way Hagakure and Asui were talking, they are wanting to monopolize on his dick."
"Like a token economy?"
"Exactly!"
"That sounds pretty stupid."
"Stupid but plausible. We're teenagers, man. We're at the exploratory age in which we indulge and lessen our inhibitions to the pleasure of sex…while we're still young and naive to be fascinated by these things." Minoru stood, feeling pleased by this discovery as he looked over at the window. "If those girls are wanting to monopolize, then we need to capitalize by getting with Deku first."
"Pause!" Denki waved his hands. "What are you pitching, if not catching?"
"I'm saying, if we can get with Deku, then it's like we have the perfect wingman." He turned around and leaned his back against the window. "This is a sensitive time for him and this man is gonna need buddies that can be a helping hand."
"That sounds like we're using him, bud."
"And they're not? They were saying things like 'brother-member' and wanting to protect Deku from other girls," interjected the dwarf. "That doesn't sound any different from what we're doing. Plus, we ain't using his instrument. We want him to be the instrument…a beacon for the girls."
"A chick magnet?"
"In so many words, yes."
Denki slowly opened his mouth but he couldn't produce any words. There was a part of him that felt that this was ridiculous. But at the same time, he saw the mass appeal Izuku garnered in the last forty-eight hours since Bakugo's party.
"Riddle me this. How do they know about Izuku's dick?"
Denki's lip stuck out when pondering on that question. The only way they would know about his size was if they were spying on him. "You have my attention now, Minoru."
"Makes you think, doesn't it?" He scratched under his arms. "Besides, up to the point I was kicked out of his home, I did see him walking away from the party and heading to the cottage up the beach."
The electric blond nodded, realizing the extent of Deku's absence during the party. "I know I was drunk and probably the last person to get info, but I will agree that he wasn't there at certain parts." It wasn't often that he would jump into a plan of action from Mineta without the proper research. However, if there were girls who were gawking over him, then there were some questions he would like to know.
Mineta crossed his legs. "Deku isn't home right now and he hasn't been active on his social media in the last few hours." He could assume that he was somewhere with somebody. Although there wasn't specific proof about the other girls' absences, it still brought speculation from him.
"Everybody will be back for dinner and then, we can have a chat with Deku," said Denki.
"Unlike the girls, let's keep it real." Minoru replied. "We have our motives but we can all benefit from this." The dwarf smiled nonchalantly with a shrug. "I wonder if we can convince Deku to let the girls dress as neko babes or maids? That would be deliciously yummy!"
"We must be subtle, dude."
"Of course! The last thing we want to do is give him an impression of wanting a favor." Minoru saw Aki Sora on the nightstand and reached for it. "At least not yet!"
Meanwhile….
Yuga walked alongside the bed as he wanted a better angle to film this erotic exposé of teenagers exploring the curiosities of human sexuality. Growing moderately into photography, his experience began after watching Mummy and Daddy perform lascivious acts with their suitors. His mother told him implicitly that this was a birthright and at some point would follow into the family's footstops.
Although he found the art of eroticism as titillating, he was too invested in himself to care. He was never fazed by the preference of sexuality. He was an Adonis, an unrecognized god that chose to love himself more than others. It wasn't that he wasn't able to love. He loved his Mummy and Daddy, he loved Mother, and he loved his classmates and friends. He put those thoughts aside as he grabbed the recently purchased Nikon M6 to the test.
He closed an eye so he could gradually focus on his subject. Wrapping himself with his cape, he kept the visual as Itsuka stepped onto the bed. He was the silent director. No angles or motivation. This was freeform. He knew the redhead was eyeing Izuku's sex the moment she stepped foot into this room. This was becoming a safari instead of a sex session. He licked his lips when seeing Itsuka staring onto Izuku, trying to figure where she should begin.
"Deku," she moaned lightly as she nibbled on his chest. Slowly lapping the whipped cream, savoring the taste, sinking in the moment she desperately craved for so long. Her dainty yet rough hands slowly rubbed across his chest, smearing the sweet ingredients onto her creamy skin. Yuga watched gingerly as she and Izuku were decorating and coating themselves - a carrot-velvet souffle.
Yui stood there helplessly. Naked and covering her tidbits. She didn't like the idea of being naked. At least not in front of a boy and on film. She watched as the redhead unrelentingly continued. This was Itsuka's true desire. As if she had completely forgotten that the black-haired teen and the French prince were there.
She climbed on top of him, straddling her hips against his now hardened cock. Removing his candy-flavored boxers, she spied a tasty banana she craved but placed it on hold. Yuga knew she came from a family in which desert comes after dinner. She pressed her head closer to his head, licking and flicking his ear lobe with her tongue. Yuga called it a sampler, tasting parts that she wanted to know. Was it a fetish? He was unsure. "Just work your magic, girl!" His stance remained still, growing feverishly excited to have taken part in the project. At the same time, being a contributor in the process.
Itsuka let out a loud moan. She was free to do that. Be loud as much as she wanted for as long as she wanted. She took hold of his chin and reclaimed the lips she wanted to have. She wanted to steal those lips. Lips of her sleeping beauty. Her damsel, her prince. This wasn't like the everyday fairy tales. This was her version, her work of art. This was her Deku. Why should conform to the norms of the man rescuing the woman?
She pulled away, leaving a yummy trail of saliva and syrup between the two. The ponytailed teen turned to her lonely companion. "Yui, come and join me."
Yuga directed the camera onto his newest subject. The lighting did good for her creamy skin and her tiny, yet plush titties. The areolas protruded, showing some case of arousal. She must be a shaver and recently at that. Sparse freckles of hair were on her vagina. She was already embarrassed that intermittently, she changed hands to cover body parts.
"No need to hide yourself, Kodai." Yuga thought to himself when examining his subject. "Taste and see. Explore yourselves. No need to resist. Release your inhibitions." He watched as the timid, shy teen took Itsuka's hand. She was pulled into the bed where she was on her knees in front of Itsuka.
The redhead didn't talk. She reached for one of Yui's breasts, cupping it softly. She shivered, feeling the rush of blood shooting down as she was being touched by Itsuka. "I can't believe that you can be this ridiculously sexy." She commented, smiling as she wrapped her arms around Yui's shoulders. The black-haired teen involuntarily left out a moan.
"They are all for you!" Yui confessed, rubbing her legs together to keep herself from climaxing. The redhead pressed her lips against her best friend. Yui grabbed her hands and held on tightly on Itsuka's arms. Yuga smiled to witness the lesbian play between friends. The engagement was bedeviling as both girls battled their tongues, wrapping tightly and exchanging slurping noises.
As the girls kissed, the redhead slowly stroked her fingers from the shoulder to her back. Yui grunted when feeling Itsuka digging her finger into her ass. Upon doing so, Yui bucked her hips. "More, more!" She wanted Itsuka to massage and play with her ass. She wanted her juices to drench onto Itsuka's soft hands.
"Wow!" Itsuka laughed lightly when seeing what she was doing to Yui. It was exciting to see the uptight Yui break into a woman with needs and desires. To be touched, to be caressed, to be reminded that she was indeed a woman.
The redhead pulled her hands away. Clear juices were sopping her hand. She used her free hand to cup Yui's hand, wanting her to witness her partake in her juices. From the fingertips down to the palm, she lathered it with her tongue. She attentively kept her eyes on Yui, wanting to see the flushed face, the embarrassed expression.
After tasting her juices, she accompanied her vacant side of her cheek with the other hand. "You're beautiful." The girls pressed their lips together, sharing another kiss. Smacking noises filled the room. Yuga was internally grateful that Mother purchased him a boom mic. As it hung from the ceiling, his work of art was fleshing out.
It was money well spent.
Itsuka backed away. She wanted space so she could focus on the main course. Seeing her chocolate-covered, whipped cream banana dancing on its own ignited the spark once again. Was it angry, jealous? Sitting there helplessly, hopelessly watching two girls being intimate without participation.
"Well…we can't let the dish get any colder." The redhead laughed to herself when seeing the ooze of precum seeping out of the decorated dish. "Can't waste any drops, can we?" Yuga watched, filming Itsuka as she pulled Yui at an eyeshot of Izuku's dick.
She lay flat on her stomach, taking hold of his dick. Would something this big be able to hold in her mouth? In the past, she gnawed on jawbreakers but this huge slab of meat was more than she could chew.
Nevertheless, it was a specially designed cannoli made just for her.
She slowly gripped the base with both hands, preparing what she had wanted since entering the Bakery of Discord. She lowered her mouth as his dick and her lips were closing the gap.
Yuga watched with enthusiasm as Itsuka stuck her tongue out, dipping her head down as she ingested his cock into her mouth.
Itsuka felt her tongue buds tingling when tasting the sweet-and-sour combination of precum and corn syrup. The manly musk permeated through the sweet contents, making the teen to dribble in lust. It felt like her pussy was on fire as she wanted nothing more than to seal the deal and allow this monster into her cavern. Nevertheless, she was the patient one. Good things come to those who wait.
"Mmm~! It's so good!" Itsuka couldn't contain how deep his girth was. Even as she took her time, this cannoli was long and wide enough to pass uvulas and break jaws. She wasn't a quiter. She wasn't the class president of 1-B for nothing. Yuga saw it. "It's so good, she wants it. She wants it!"
The redhead groaned lightly as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Her mind was steadily descending into a frenzy of lust. Her body was heating, ablaze in what was going inside of her soon.
"Itsuka!" A sweet voice brought her attention, making her pause. The beady blue-eyed teen was lying across from her, remaining still. It was cute as if she was a puppy waiting on her master's orders. "I…I…I…Don't forget about me!"
Yuga found this cute. Her true desire delved into curiosity. What was this penis that Kendou coveted so much? What made this penis a priority than the prowess of a woman?
She pulled his dick out of her mouth, creating a loud popping sound. The redhead took hold of Yui's head, pressing it close to his still hardened cock. She rubbed the base, exciting it, making precum ooze out. Yui was hesitant but gradually she obliged. Their mouths were pushed together against his shaft. Grabbing the base, Itsuka made Yui part her mouth so she could get a taste of what she was greedily devouring.
This was Yui's first time tasting a dick, let alone being close to a boy. But for Itsuka, she would try her best to like it. She slowly ingested the musky cock into her mouth. She tried her best not to choke on the thick cannoli. Itsuka could tell that she was a novice, if not lacking in knowing how to please a man.
"Don't hurt yourself, Yui." Itsuka told her softly. "Take it in like this." She stuck out her tongue and licked the head once more. She slowly took her time to ingest the cock, learning to relax her muscles. For her, this was a snail's pace to show Yui the importance of pleasing a man.
Itsuka shut her eyes, rubbing her fingers through her hair as she took seconds on his cannoli. Moaning noises and labored breathing impacted Yui's face. Circling the bases with her fingers and continuously sucking, was the cock better than the taste of pussy?
The redhead pulled away, continually rubbing the shaft to keep it hard. "Think you can do it?"
"I-I-I'll try!" She didn't want to look like a coward. She would do anything to keep Itsuka happy. If sucking on a man's musty cock would make Itsuka happy, then she would do it. Taking the head back into her mouth, she began to stroke hard as she watched Itsuka doing it. As she observed, she used her tongue to swirl around the base.
"There you go. Isn't it tasty?" Itsuka said while she decided to partake the whipped cream covered walnuts. Yuga trembled in his boots as the novice black-haired teen was gobbling Izuku's dick with as much effort as possible. She nearly gagged when precum poured down her throat. But she was doing this for Itsuka. She did her best to swallow this monster into her mouth, adjusting to the head hitting her throat.
Itsuka watched, eyes narrowed as she, too, was caught in the rapture of this gift from the gods. Yui was doing a great job managing to please Izuku even though she was doing it for Itsuka.
"Let me help." Itsuka rose to face length with Yui. She delicately stroked her fingers through Yui's hair. She pressed her head on Izuku's cock. Holding the base, she gradually inserted it inside of Yui. She obliged, making bobbing noises up and down his dick. Itsuka was getting sopping wet by the second to see her friend involved in this forbidden sin.
She gave her a break, taking the sturdy rod into her mouth. She swallowed the taste of sweet treats, seminal fluid, and Yui's saliva. She took his shaft to the base. Meshed with emerald pubic hair on her lips and nose, she wanted more. This wasn't enough. This eye candy has captured her heart since seeing him walk the fine line of shame/regret and redemption. He was a wounded puppy, heartbroken from loss. And she wanted to be there to save him.
She pulled away, smiling at Yui's confused face. It was adorable. A kouhai waiting for her senpai's order. She took the shaft and placed it in Yui's mouth once again. Grabbing hold of her hair, she aided her to suck and swallow. In her eyes, it was a woman's purpose to please her man. She deserved this. It didn't matter about permission. She knew how to make a man submissive and it was her responsibility to show others how that worked.
Moans exited her mouth as she suckled on that sturdy instrument. Itsuka wouldn't let go. She would learn this. Yui must understand the power belonged to the woman but it was the dick she must take control of. She eventually let her go. Yui slowly pulled away from the shaft. A small mixture of precum and pubic hair were on her lips.
At this time, Yuga was growing bored. Although exciting in the beginning, it was becoming more vanilla. Gentle femdom wasn't going to sell and he needed domination of the unconscious Izuku. He knew there was a growing market of somnophilia.
"Mes jolies pouliches." Yuga broke the silence as he held onto his cape. "As much as you guys are enjoying savoring this sweet tart, let's go on to the main course."
Itsuka began to frown. "Talk about buzzkill." She stood up on her knees, crossing her arms. "Haven't you heard of foreplay?"
Placing his hands on his hips, the French prince replied. "Les préliminaires sont pour les poules mouillées." He stomped his feet. "This lovely colt is in a compromised position. Fuck him, dominate him! Fuck permission. A man's cock will always bow down to the almighty pussy. Always!"
"Aren't you an avid supporter of the feminist cause." Itsuka rebutted to the teen, much to her annoyance. "Last time I checked, you have the privilege to watch!"
"Espèce de garce!" Aoyama muttered under his breath.
"Tu dois parler, salaud!"
Itsuka and Yuga's attention were suddenly stolen from their bantering to the bed. At the same time, Yui felt something touching her head. Before she could react, the hand automatically reached for her hair and pulled it back. The startled raven-haired teen looked up to see a fully awake Izuku. His softened, freckled happy face wasn't present. Instead, his face was flat and didn't show any emotion.
"Mon lapin chéri?" The French blond was stunned. When did he wake up? Yuga thought Mother put enough Ambien into the promethazine to take down an elephant.
Keeping hold of the startled Yui, the emerald teen broke the restraints and got up from the bed. Now standing on his own two feet, the emerald teen stared daggers at his captives.
"Midoriya…" Itsuka said with a startled voice. "Umm…umm…"
Yuga decided to intervene. "Izuku…it's good to see you have made a…" What could he say? His body was shivering, fearing backlash from the now-awaken, formerly subdued teen.
"What in the hell is going on?" Izuku's voice wasn't pleasant. In fact, it was a voice of disdain and disgust. Still grabbing hold of the naked Yui, he pondered on why he was naked. He observed the surroundings of the room. Then, his eyes were on Itsuka and Yuga, particularly him since not only was he responsible for this, he was actually filming him.
"What is going on? Yuga? Itsuka?" He paused when seeing the hold of the girl being her best friend, Yui. "What is going on?" He was panting harshly. Upset, but at the same, was confused about the situation. "What is going on? What is going on? What in the hell is going on?"
Meanwhile with Katsuki….
Katsuki ordered some food from Uber Eats to be sent to Ochako's dorm room. The spiky-haired blond wanted to be alone tonight.
The television was on but he wasn't watching. He was in bed, lying on his stomach as his butt still hurt after receiving a spanking from Kayama-sensei earlier that afternoon.
"That fucking Deku! Sissy ass, shitty extra!"
He had white knuckles from clenching his fist too hard and gritted teeth from the effort to remain silent. Katsuki's still form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Smoke was appearing from the bed as it showed evidence of his raging anger. His creamy face was suppressed with rage, knowing when he saw Deku, it was an attack on sight.
The door opened. He could the shuffling of bags and dangling of keys. He was fortunate to have an ally in arms through this perilous storm.
"Hey, BakuBro! Got two bags of ice, some Preparation H ointment, and even copped the latest volume of Love Ninja from the bookstore." Eijirou used his feet to close the door and made his way to the desk. While shuffling the bags to take out the items, he could hear the still angry Katsuki muttering and cursing under his breath.
"Some of the guys are going to Yanagi's tonight. Do you want me to grab you some grub before…" He paused when he began to notice Katsuki was panting and clenching his fists. It didn't take a genius to know that he was obviously still angry from facing Kayama-sensei's wrath. Adding insult to injury, the event was filmed by an unknown source and uploaded on social media. The emotions of earlier plus the rage he felt for Deku was a brewing contest.
The rock teen was cautious as he sat beside his best friend. More so for the acid than his current attitude. His eyes were narrow. His fists were clenched. "Deku" and "Izuku" were murmuring under his breath. Eijiro sighed, followed by taking deep breaths on finding the right words to heal Katsuki's spirit. "A three-day weekend is coming up. Why not go back to the beach house and ride jet skis." He produced a smile. "I think I can convince Mina to join me. We can keep it low key this time. All the more reason for some alone time with Ochako."
The blond turned to his side. His red eyes narrowed at Eijiro, which made the rock teen's heart skip a beat. "I want some alone time with Deku. Beat that sissy to a bloody pulp." He hit the headpost of his bed. "He makes a mockery of me again. It's his fault! He made me a laughing stock of UA!"
"C'mon, dude. Deku can't be blamed for this one. You saw what Sensei wrote on the board."
"Aizawa-sensei is right. When trouble comes, Deku is close." Katsuki gritted his teeth. "I know he had something to do with this. Probably convinced the big titty perv for his Jesus-like dick!"
Paranoia has run through his mind since the party. Eijiro has been with Katsuki daily since the party and not a moment went by without mentioning Izuku's name.
"Want payback for that time at the sandbox. I knew I should have thrown you over the roof." Katsuki barked, tugging and gnashing the pillow with his time. "It should have ended at Aldera."
"In war, there will be losses." The redhead disliked this kind of talk. He was walking a fine line since he shared friendship with both dissenting parties. "You win some, you lose some." He said in a convincing tone. "In my opinion, you're still a winner." He crossed his arms. "You have Ochako - the beauty of 1-A. She is smart, dashing, bashful, cute to boot. You managed to capture her heart and she still wants you. Just before I got here, she called me to see if you were okay."
"Why was she speaking to you?" He raised an eyebrow, showing frustration.
Nervously, he responded. "I'm your best friend, BakuBro. She sees me as a brother."
"Tch! Whatever!" The spiky-haired blond eyed the window from his bed. "Seen that sissy today?"
Eijiro didn't like that Izuku was referred to as that 'sissy.' "He didn't come to school today."
Katsuki scoffed. "Good! I'll let him dangle for a day or so. I got something for him. He is gonna rue the day he messed around with me."
"BakuBro…"
"He's gonna pay for what he did."
"But BakuBro…"
"He's gonna die for what he did."
"BakuBro, dude!"
Katsuki jerked his head skyward, gripping his fist in the air. "You're a dead man, Izuku Midoriya!"
"Yep, he finally flipped." Eijirou said bluntly. "Can't say I wasn't expecting it." He added in an unsurprised tone. "I can't believe I am saying this…" "Bakugo, maybe you're buying into Izuku's heartbreak a little too easily."
A momentary silence ensued. The red-eyed teen turned back to his side. Not without wincing from the pain on his butt. "What do you mean?"
"He is front and center at the party, being called out about his girl being taken away from him." Eijiro crossed his leg, grabbing hold to his sock. "We, as humans, have a thing called defense mechanisms. By diverting attention from himself by pretending he is over it, it gives him an advantage. Think about it. Girls and Deku don't make sense."
"So, you're saying that Deku just took advantage of the situation?"
"In so many words, yes."
The rock teen watched as the blond released his fists. Grabbing some pillows, Katsuki struggled to lay on his butt. It didn't go without assistance from Eijiro.
"You're right, man." He produced a strong shit-eating grin. "That is so Deku! Doing this to make me think I am jealous. Being with the girls is another tactic to make Ochako feel regretful." He slapped his thigh. "That sly bastard!"
"I can't help but feel screwed after making up these lies. Sorry, DekuBro!" He thought as Katsuki's color returned on his skin. A storm was brewing into the Lord Explosion Murder's mind as he plotted revenge on Izuku.
"Just like that!" He snapped his fingers. "Yeah! Why didn't I realize that? That would be a sly rat to use my resources against me." He cracked his knuckles. "Oh, Deku, Deku. You made a fatal mistake and for that, you must suffer." A maniacal proceeded to roar from his lips.
Knowing that this wasn't going anywhere, he patted his friend's shoulder and stood up. "I'll go by the convenience store and grab some bento boxes. I'll be back. And Katsuki, chin up!"
He patted his friend again before departing his room. He softly closed the door, leaving Katsuki alone with his thoughts.
"Vengeance is mine, Deku! Do you hear me! You. Will. PAY!"
Back to Izuku and the others….
"What on Earth am I gonna do with you three?" The emerald teen knew in the last forty-eight hours, he had become an overnight celebrity. Thinking about it now, it should come with the territory when obsessed fans have lecherous desires to possess him.
"There is no service in this room." Izuku was talking to himself as he was on Aoyama's cell phone trying to call an Uber to get him out of here. He wasn't a fool. This was certainly no bakery. However, it didn't take a genius to know that this was nothing more than the Aoyama manor. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, displaying his tiredness and frustration, he was in a state of shock to think Yuga would subdue him.
Unbeknownst to Yuga, it even took Izuku a moment to realize that Yuga's driver, Cro, was one of Izuku's neighbors. He never cared to involve himself in what the Aoyama family did behind closed doors and neither did his knowledge about the House of Discord. However, it wasn't the Aoyama family's modus operandi as they were more focused on older women, although not stating that those paths wouldn't ever meet.
With finding a signal on Yuga's cell to be fruitless, he put the phone to the side. As of now, he wanted answers from the blond and two damsels that were holding him captive.
Each of them were on the ground, sitting on their knees with their heads lowered. Yuga, Itsuka, and Yui lined up singularly. Izuku felt disgusted, covered in corn syrup, fruit, and assorted flavorings. At least he had Yuga's cape covering his shame. The silver lining was that Yuga's cape was soft and freshly laundered.
"I just don't know what to do." Izuku said, unsure if it was to himself or to the others. "I am not sure if I wanna crack your foreheads in, Aoyama, or should I call the police as well as Interpol, Aoyama." There wasn't any mistake that what they did was illegal. With human trafficking at an all-time high, this could be Musutafu's biggest bust of the war on kidnapping. Of course, everything was alleged.
"Hey, Izuku." Nervous laughter exited Yuga's quivering lips. "No need for that. What can we do to make this go away?" He grabbed his knees. "You want money? Of course, you do! Just give me a minute and I can have Mother write you a check." His hands were in a praying position. "Please, Izuku. If Mummy and Daddy know I messed up…" Tears were flowing down his eyes. "I don't want to ride the Sybian again, Mummy!"
He wanted to be angry, give them something to show his disdain and severity of the matter. However, the Aoyamas are powerful people. Last thing he needed was to be followed and chased around the world. "Fine! What you and your family do is your business. However, I think it is safe to call Nezu. He will keep mum about this and can take care of you three!"
"No!" Yui hung her head low. Her hands were clasped in a praying position. Even she knew her actions were far enough to warrant a call to Nezu. "Please, Izuku-sama, have mercy. I don't want to get kicked out of school." She picked up her head, showing honest tears unlike Yuga. "It was Itsuka's idea." She began pointing at her accomplices. "Itsuka wanted to sleep with you and Yuga was using this place as a venue." She pointed at the video camera. "See? He was filming you and planned on selling it to underground black markets."
"You fucking narc!" Itsuka and Yuga thought simultaneously.
"I said that this was a bad idea, Izuku. Honest," Yui continued talking. "I told Itsuka we shouldn't get involved in this. Please, Izuku. I would do anything for you not to tell Nezu."
"Kodai please." Itsuka interjected. "I didn't make you suck his dick."
"Might as well." Yui retorted angrily. "You know about my feelings for you. I only did it to please you, nothing more!"
"Not from where I was seeing." Itsuka replied. "I don't recall lesbians playing with balls while sucking his dick."
"..."
"Face it! You are as much boy crazy for him as I am," she responded. "It's okay to like boys, Yui. I don't hide my bisexuality. Learn how to walk in your truth. I'm comfortable with my demons. Learn to do the same, you damn snitch!"
"I got your snitch." She looked at Izuku. "How about it, Izuku-sama? We go in together and turn them in."
"Playing both sides doesn't do anything but get you killed," retorted Itsuka.
"Ahem!" Yuga interrupted the dueling friends. His face focused on Izuku. "Izuku, mon ami. I am just a third party, a middle man here to sate the needs of a girl in need. Plus the video was going to be censored and black-barred. Even the voices were going to be dubbed. I was going to give you a cut."
"Less than three weeks ago, the world watched me suffer when receiving the fatal blow of Ochako breaking up with me for Katsuki. And now, it is doing the favor of wanting to tease me still. What have I done in my past life to make this so?" There were too many things that needed to be processed in his mind. However, this wasn't the time or the place. His options were limited but something needed to suffice.
"Just get me out of here." He rubbed his head, feeling a headache was being born. Also, he has been feeling a bit queasy. He concluded that it could be due to him being drugged. Managing to stand, he was looking at the door. "Once we get out of here, call me Uber so you can get me home." He looked at the raven-haired teen and the redhead. "I am very surprised at you two. Especially you, Itsuka. You're the class president of 1-B. People look up to you."
"Sorry!" Itsuka dropped her head once again. The last thing she wanted to hear was the disappointing words from her crush.
Yuga stood up. He went to the door so he could let Izuku out. However, the knob wouldn't budge.
"Yuga, I wanna get out of here." Izuku replied sternly.
"I am trying to. But…" He grabbed the knob, even using his foot to pry it open.
"Aoyama, this isn't fun anymore." Izuku said with his patience already being tested. "Quit playing with me."
"I'm not." He said in a straining voice. "This is just a simple open-and-shut door - a practice room!"
Suddenly, a crackling noise came from the intercom at the corner of the room.
"The experiment requires that you all continue."
The French prince recognized that voice. He walked to the intercom. He even spotted a security camera. He had a blank stare on his face. "Mother?"
"The experiment requires that you all must continue." Mother spoke in an absolute voice.
"Mother, the game is done. Izuku is awake and he is unhappy. The party is over. Just let us out." Aoyama said firmly.
"The experiment requires that you all must continue." Mother repeated herself.
"Mother, you don't understand…"
"No, you don't. You know the rules in the House of Discord. A job isn't done until it's done," said Mother.
"Izuku is different. He isn't like that. Plus, I can always get another boy for Itsuka and…"
He heard a loud bang coming at the door. Yuga immediately ran to the door and opened the slit. It was blocked with another barrier.
"It is my duty as your guardian to teach you the ways of an Aoyama," responded Mother. "Mistress Aoyama gave me exact orders to follow through with this. You four will not leave this room until the experimentation is complete."
"But Mother…" Yuga said in a pleading voice.
"My words are absolute. I've spoken." Mother concluded, shutting off the intercom.
Yuga hit the door. "Mother? Mother? Do you know who you are talking to?" He hit the door harder and harder.
"Stop it, Yuga. It's useless." Itsuka said as she sat on the bed. "Besides, what good can it do anyway? You can barely fight."
"Can it, Battle Fist!" Yuga retorted. "Why not bust the doors open instead of busting Yui's ass."
"Says the guy who called Izuku delicious." Itsuka interjected, showing frustration. "I'm sure you grew excited watching Izuku being decorated. Bet you were creaming on that frosted banana of his."
"Moi loves moi." Yuga said, pointing his finger at her shoulder. "If you were so tough, then why not go talk to Deku properly instead of needing me to kidnap him. What kind of sense does that make?"
"Guys, guys!" It was Yui that stood between the two. "Getting mad at each other won't solve the problem."
"Can it, kiss ass!" Yuga responded. "Just five minutes ago, you were under Izuku's dick…literally and metaphorically. Then, you wanted to side with him to avoid trouble. Maybe Itsuka's right. You need to walk in your truth because lying sucks for you."
"Hey, no one can talk to Yui like that…except me." Itsuka barked.
"Please." Yui scoffed, rolling her eyes at Itsuka. "I think it is time that I need to expand my circle of friends."
"Eat me!" Itsuka answered.
"After seeing your true colors, not anymore."
"The feeling's mutual, princess!"
"All of you stop! No fighting!" Izuku got in the middle of them with a stern frown. He watched the back and forth between the three, sighing tiredly as he was pinching the bridge on his nose.
"Bitching and arguing isn't taking us anywhere." Izuku responded upsettingly. "Right now, we need to be solution-oriented."
The group stared at the teen with anticipation. As usual, it was Izuku who was placed in a position that he didn't ask for, but found a way to get out of it.
"Aoyama, how deep is this dungeon?" Izuku asked.
"We're basically a third-level basement underground. A manor under a manor," answered Yuga.
"Of course." Izuku replied, deadpanned. He bit his thumb as he looked around the room. There had to be an alternative way to get out of the room. He paused when hearing the sound of the air conditioning going.
"Lightbulb!" Izuku pointed at the ceiling. "The air vents!"
Yuga and the girls stared at him awkwardly.
"Think about it. The vents lead to somewhere. If one of us can go in, then we can get help." Izuku said, seeing that the vents were wide enough for an average-sized person to step inside.
"Wow! That is actually smart, Izuku!" Itsuka commented, showing a flushed face from her crush.
"You still aren't out of the woods yet." Izuku responded. "But we will discuss that later. But, first we need to get out of…"
"You may be in the top ten of your class but you can be quite a fool…"
The intercom crackled once again. Mother was speaking.
"The experiment requires that you all must continue. And I won't be taking no for an answer," she said.
Izuku looked at the security camera. "Look, lady. You can't keep us kids in here. At some point, they will be looking for us."
"You live between your mother and your dorm room at Alliance Heights. Itsuka spends time practicing at the hero agency and Kodai goes to the basement writing BL novels where she has a makeshift library." Mother informed the group.
Yuga and Itsuka looked at the now startled Yui. "What? So I indulge in writing from time to time. Who doesn't?"
Mother cleared her throat. "You won't be missed as your routines are oddly regular. The experiment requires that you all continue. And just to make sure that this goes through, I am going to add extra insurance."
Seeping noises were coming from the vents. The group looked up to see something flowing out of it.
"I wouldn't resist. We all don't need the stress." Mother said to the four. "The experiment requires that all you must continue."
Izuku and the trio could smell apple pie. It smelled ridiculously sweet. They immediately began to laugh at nothing at all, then became scared of nothing at all, then as the gas being pumped in became more dense the air was actually tinged with purple.
The group began dropping to the ground. Izuku tried crawling under the bed for safety until he felt his body going limp. It wasn't long until his body slipped into unconsciousness.
Later that evening….
Shouto was lost in thought when he made it on Izuku's block. He still couldn't believe what he was planning to tell him. Pondering on it back and forth throughout the day caused him not to further delay the inevitable.
"Keep it as casual as possible and then aim for the main topic." After school, the icy hot teen spent time at the local library as he wanted time alone. He picked up a few ideas for topics before asking Izuku about his dick. He still felt cringe asking about it, but at the same time, envious about Izuku's girth. "The girls must feel blessed, don't they?" He was thinking to himself as he was approaching Izuku's residence.
He got Izuku's location from Habuko the day before. His family haven't been living there long. Apparently, Izuku's father had been recently promoted and the income was feasible enough to purchase them a western-style home. Recognizing the family name plates at the entrance, he walked up the driveway to the front door.
As he approached the door, it was ajar.
"We'll be in touch, Auntie…and Auntie. Good night!"
Shouto saw the snake-headed girl stepping out, formally bowing before closing the door. The teen walked a few steps before seeing Shouto.
"Shouto-kun?" Habuko said in a startled voice. "You scared me."
"The feeling's mutual." He looked at the door behind her. "What are you doing here?"
Habuko dropped her head. "It is honestly a long story. What are you doing here?"
"Do I need to ask?" Shouto arched an eyebrow.
The snake girl blushed. "Right, right. Either way it goes, it won't be necessary."
"What do you mean unnecessary?"
Habuko didn't want to talk about it, let alone be reminded of the debacle at the Midoriya residence. What she really desired was a ibuprofen and a hot bath. Somewhere in the mix with a certain freckled-face cinnamon roll.
"Let's say that it didn't go to the source but to the person who made the source," she said to Shouto.
"In other words, we have been compromised." Shouto asked Habuko, putting his hands in his pocket.
Habuko took Shouto's shoulder, rubbing it affectionately. "Yes and no. Yes, as in, his mother and Auntie Mitsuki know. No, as in, they are in mutual agreement on what we're doing."
Shouto found that hard to believe. "I'm a little skeptical about this. You're saying that his mom is giving him a pass."
"She was reluctant in the beginning but just like how Auntie was with Izuku, the same with his mother," she said, still blushing on what she witnessed earlier that day.
"Divide and conquer, huh? Well, the apple doesn't fall from the tree, I guess." "Well…one less thing, I guess." He looked at the door again. "I guess it is safe to say what Izuku's mom and Katsuki's mom…"
Habuko cut him off. "Let's keep an open mind, shall we? Anyway, it's getting late and I need to head back to the dorms before curfew."
"I'll walk you."
"You're a gentleman."
"Don't mention it."
The sound of crickets and cicadas filled the quiet and still night as the two walked down the street. Shouto saw the pastel colors easter pink and red filling the skyline. He checked his Smartwatch, showing it was a few minutes after nine in the evening.
If he was lucky, he may still have time to go hang out with the guys at Yanagi's Games and Grub.
He and Habuko were at an intersection when she received a phone call. She saw that it was Tsuyu. She answered the phone on the fifth ring.
"Hey, Tsuyu! Sorry I have missed your call. I was planning to…" Habuko was cut off when hearing the frog vixen speak. "No, I haven't seen him. He didn't come home. Could he be at his dorm at school?"
Shouto stopped as Habuko's eyes were narrowing, showcasing concern. He could assume that they were talking about Izuku.
"Shouto is here with me. I can ask him." She put the phone down. "Tsuyu said that no one has heard from Izuku today. Did he try reaching you at some point today?"
"Radio silence." It was the truth. Shouto had his phone off most of the day and even when he turned it back on, he didn't have any missed calls from the emerald-haired teen.
"Shouto hasn't seen him either." Habuko responded back to Tsuyu. "Ok, I got it." The redhead snake girl put the phone on speaker.
"No one has seen Izuku at all today. I spoke with Iida, Shinsou from 1-H, and even that bitch, Ochako, ribbit," said Tsuyu. "I know today has been a crazy day and all, but that isn't like Izuku to be missing."
"He is obviously not at home," said Habuko. "I just left his house."
"And you're such that he wasn't in his dorm room," asked Tsuyu, wanting reassurance.
"Trust me. It goes without saying if he was in the vicinity, Katsuki or Eijiro would know," responded Shouto.
"This worries me. As a matter of fact, Itsuka and Yui from 1-B and Yuga haven't been heard from either," said Tsuyu. "There is no longer a coincidence about the four, ribbit!"
"What should we do," asked Habuko.
"Habuko, do you and your parents still have any vacant rent homes we can meet," asked Tsuyu, showing urgency in her voice.
"Shouto and I are near one of them."
"Good, ribbit! Toru and I are coming. Text us the address and we can come to you."
"Roger that!" Habuko hung up the phone, putting it away in her pocket. She then looked at Shouto. "Golly, I am a bit worried. I don't like when Tsuyu talks like that."
"I wouldn't be that concerned. Deku is tough. Knowing his sudden rise in popularity, he probably lost track of time," replied Shouto.
"That's cool. Let's go to my parents' rented house." She reached into her purse and pulled out a large set of keys, some of which weren't keys but pick locking tools. It didn't take notice from her being stared at. "What? A girl got to have her tools." She grabbed Shouto's hand. "Let's go!"
Back to Izuku and the others….
Izuku continued to murmur as he regained consciousness. Lying on the floor, he slowly opened his eyes. He felt like an anvil was dropped on his head. The uneasy queasy feeling in his gut remained. What was in that gas that made him feel like that?
He saw that he was lying beside the bed. The teen staggeredly grabbed hold of the bed, using it as a prop to stand. Upon standing up, he saw what he didn't expect.
He watched as he saw Yuga, Yui and Itsuka, lying on the silk bed, engaged in sex with each other. Yui, with her dildo, was thrusting her hips inside of Itsuka. Izuku watched as Itsuka was anally fucking Yuga.
However, his eyes weren't showing any fear. His face wasn't showing agony. He was smiling. He was pleased. Yuga took glances at Itsuka each time to alert her that he was enjoying every moment of their lovemaking.
Seeing that made him wish he was back unconscious.
Yui noticed and paused their session when seeing that Izuku had stirred. She had a gentle smile, unlike earlier. "Evening, Izuku-sama." She bowed, pulling the dildo out of Itsuka's ass. "You are just in time to have some fun." She turned to the others. "Isn't that right, girls?"
It was Yuga that spoke. "Rightfully so, mon ami."
Izuku arched an eyebrow. Did he just hear Yuga speak femininely? He watched as Yuga removed himself from Itsuka. However, this Yuga had large titties and a vagina.
"What in the hell is going on?" Izuku was thinking to himself, not knowing what he got himself into since entering the House of Discord.
To be continued….