Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Glynda has to come up with a contingency plan after their original plan to obtain Izuku fails. Meanwhile, Katsuki and Weiss commence Operation Getback on their revenge toward Izuku. Later, Ruby faces opposition from Melissa. Then, Izuku gets more than he can handle when he gets put in a compromising position. Finally, Denki and Minoru sneak backstage to meet Neon Katt and instead, meet someone else.

As always, which girl do you ship with Izuku? And yes, it is obviously a harem but it is always fun to wonder! Enjoy!

Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}

Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}

Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}

Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}

Glynda excused herself as she stepped out of the dressing room where the Wild, Wild Pussycats were presently located. It turned out that they were going to have a pop-up shop following the end of the fashion show. She wasn't surprised when learning that they were added last minute to the bill of tonight's fashion show. Also, their fan club who were present could have their picture taken and even receive a kiss from them.

"Holy Oum, did Halloween arrive early." She was speaking to herself as she was looking at her new attire – her dry clothes! The circus was definitely in town, especially with her get-up. Their friend didn't come through as he was busy so she was sporting an outfit that Tomoko used to wear as Ragdoll. She wouldn't be a liar if she said that she wasn't sexy. The outfit hugged in all of the right places. Even Ragdoll's push-up bra in the blouse made her bust bustier.

The professor nodded in self-approval, feeling confidently sexy in her costume. She turned around to shake her ass so she could see her tail shake. "Boy, would Port or Ozpin have a good laugh if they saw me in this." There were two sides of Glynda Goodwitch – the tougher than nails, stern, no-nonsense teacher who was practically like her mentor, Shouta Aizawa. She had to be that way, despite being in a female-dominated profession, it still didn't mean she couldn't be laxed.

Then, there was this side of her — her true self. An adorable, cutey playgirl with desires of having a coven of boys in her circle, worshiping her and praising the ground she walks on. She was a temptress, lecherous, a sexual deviant, and yes, a bit of a slut. However, she still has her morals. She has matured and can settle with a boy…or two or ten! It doesn't hurt having a harem. If the boys can do it, then why not girls?

"Yet again…can you imagine approaching Izuku in this get-up? Let me stop. The last thing I need is to be soaked…again!" She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear, she balled up her fist and made kitten poses.

"Like nyaa!" She pulled out her phone and took a selfie, saving it in her gallery. "Hmm…let's take another one." She puffed her breasts, enough to show more flesh and then took another selfie. "A little gift for Izuku…when we get further acquainted." She felt like a sult – taking photos for a boy she hasn't even met yet. She wasn't even sure how she could face his mother after that drudge match earlier. It would take time to make that change, but not tonight.

She smiled, looking at the dressing room and appreciating the Pussycats for helping her. The Wild, Wild Pussycats were certainly a wild, wild bunch of kooks, she thought to herself. As much as she enjoyed their company, she knew that this wasn't a social call and she had to go. "For a group of dolts and fruitcakes, they are good-hearted people."

With that task completed, it was back to the matter at hand – obtaining the cinnamon roll. Their strategy failed, but the plan didn't, just delayed. If she learned anything in her tenure at Beacon, it was to prepare for rain. And just like any events that involve the rain, grab an umbrella and a raincoat. With that being said, she knew that there was now a change of plans.

The blonde's phone rang. She sported a smile. "It seems like my umbrella and raincoat have arrived." She answered the phone on the fifth ring. "Well aren't there some panties that I've recognized."

"Sensei!" It was the voices of Yuu and Nemuri. Glynda knew that these girls were very loyal and devoted to her. She knew that during the days when she trained them. A tear came out of her eye.

"It is lovely to hear your voices, girls," she told the girls. "I must say, great acting by the way. Tatsuma really sold what you're doing." It was a half-truth and a half-lie. Half-truth as she knew that having Tatsuma involved was going to be a hindrance. Since their days in Chicago, the dragon has and always will be an interloper, a downer, and raining on anyone's parade because they wouldn't agree with her. The half-lie was that she didn't think the winch had the nerve to steal her cash and David's debit cards. Nevertheless, it would add to the charges as she was presently being interrogated.

The joy of wanting to be there, witnessing the top 10 Pro Hero being sodomized with an eighteen-inch aluminum flashlight. She disliked the bitch and seeing her suffer was worth the price of admission.

"We're happy, too, Sensei," replied Nemuri. "Our acting?! You had us convinced that you were really hurt to be dismissed as an adjunct member of the group."

An important tip that she taught the girls – always be a great actress! When in doubt, act stupid. When pursuing boys, one had to be sure if either of these boys are devoted, desiring them, or being coaxed to talk by the powers that wanted them stopped.

Glynda lightly scoffed. "Please, without me, there wouldn't be a program. Nezu and Aizawa should be thanking me. Besides, they owe me a hundred favors. But, that's another time!"

"So, you aren't upset that Tatsuma is going to inform them about your dismissal?"

"Does that stop vigilantes?" She then walked down the hallway in search of an exit. "You leave that talk to me." She narrowed her eyes. "We have bigger fish to fry. Much bigger!"

"Ok," said Yuu. "So, what about Midoriya?"

"Yeah," replied Nemuri. "The ctOS is more than capable of pinpointing his whereabouts."

"It's too risky," replied Glynda. "Although the ctOS is implemented through various prefectures and backchannels, there are still boundaries when it comes to legality. And Sophia Island isn't one of those jurisdictions." She cleared her throat. "Sophia Island is part of I-Island, like a principality of sorts. I-Island has a hard-on on infiltration and the more we use this, the more they are going to raise alarms. Remember that our line of work isn't exactly legal."

She wasn't doubting the ctOS. It would have worked, but also, she couldn't manage it since Ryuko was behind the controls. Nevertheless, this wasn't her operation and she only played her role as much as she could without breaking character. A master can give away all of her secrets.

"Understood, Sensei," said Nemuri.

"Don't beat yourselves up, girls," replied Glynda in a softer voice. "I'm proud of you for doing your jobs. I've taught you well." She cleared her voice once again. "This mission was a failure from the start. Firstly, we weren't properly prepared as there were too many people on this. Secondly, we didn't cover our ground. Everything was impromptu and I will admit that I dropped the ball."

"A true leader is credited not on their accomplishments but by their actions," said Yuu.

Glynda wiped the sweat from her forehead. "This leader wasn't exactly thinking. It has been a drought in Vale and the quality of men has lessened. Deprived from sex can drive a woman crazy."

"It can't be helped, Sensei," said Nemuri. "Midoriya has been on my radar for quite some time. He has such a scent that makes my womanhood tremble. I've lost count of the pair of panties that have been drenched, dreaming of being covered in his creamy glaze."

"Right," said Yuu, concurring with her best friend. "Happens to the best of us."

"Thanks for understanding, Nemuri and Yuu," said Glynda. "But thank Oum that this operation is more outcall, otherwise this would have been trouble. However, girls, make no mistake. Be aware of anything or anyone. In the future, to know your boy means knowing your boy."

"Got it, Sensei," said Nemuri and Yuu in unison.

"Well, that is in the past," said Glynda. "We have to try a newer approach to obtain him. This place has too many eyes. What we need to do is to find places in which there is cover for us, but none for him."

"The same principle as the men's room," replied Nemuri. "I know that all too well."

"Exactly," said Glynda. The blonde professor managed to find the exit. Upon exiting, she saw a stairwell that led to the ground floor. She proceeded to walk. "Since the van is obviously out of commission, can one of you pick me up?"

"On the way as we speak," said Yuu. "Have to stop by Rumi's place and give her some hush money since we were borrowing Shino's nephew."

Glynda loved the girls for being quick on their feet. When she was with the Wild, Wild Pussycats, she overheard the leader, Mandalay, or Shino talking about her nephew, Kota being babysat by Rumi. Glynda knew of Rumi Usagiyama due to her reputation and being a model faculty member of the UA High's Selective Re-Modification Program. Thanks to her quick thinking and Yuu's quirk, the plans fell into place.

"Mirko will live," retorted Glynda. "If anything, I think we may have saved the boy. You know how Mirko is with her toys… I mean, boys!" She tried not to laugh, especially since she was acutely aware of Mirko's shota tendencies. "Oh, I want to thank you for helping me get Ryuko out of the way at the last minute."

"The power of being and living large, baby," said Yuu with pride. "She might be our boss, but you are our sensei."

Glynda touched her cheek. "You make me feel like a proud mother right now."

"Do you think Ryuko will be alright?" Nemuri asked.

"Like I give a damn. Fuck her," retorted Glynda, having a sour taste in her touch due to the vile fiend. "She is a top 10 Pro Hero. Better use her so-called talents to negotiate or trick around to make bail."

"Sensei," said Yuu. "Tatsuma was wrong, but take the higher road on this one."

"Fine~!" Glynda replied. "Call Mirko and tell her to tell the cops that it was all a misunderstanding. You guys know what to do when things go south when it deals with boys and the piggies."

"On it," said Nemuri.

"I'll meet you guys at the exit," said Glynda. "Afterwards, let's go to Nemuri's house where we can construct a plan to get our man." She then paused, showing a smile on her face. "Well…not before going to that one host club with all of the hunks."

All of the girls shrieked gleefully.

"Drinks and foreign men for everybody," said Glynda. She hung up and proceeded to head toward the carnival exit.

There was something about that boy that made her estrogen spike, her motor running, and the urge of wanting to be a mother. She hasn't even met the boy and just by his picture alone made her squirm between her legs. It made her think – either this boy is too innocent for his own good or was he a lowkey ladykiller like Jaune Arc – the type that played innocent and naive, only to divide and conquer when the timing was right. She shook away those thoughts, knowing this boy needed a mature woman's touch.

"Today was hell but soon we will be in emerald heaven. Oh, Izuku, you'll keep for a day or so. Do you know what you do to me…to us? I know there is competition. It brings no question since there are four fillies in competition with me, especially you…Yang Xiao Long."

Glynda hoped Yang didn't mind if she held onto the packages that came to the Midoriya household earlier. Before going to the Ritz-Carlton, she made David make a u-turn to the residence. At the door was a package in the blonde's name. After all, a teenager with merchandise meant for adults was against the rules. Another strike to add to Long's file as soon as she got the chance.

She must admit, knowing that Yang was kinky as she turned her on. However, she wouldn't dare tell her that. After all, there is still some acrimony between the professor and student.

"Have your fun, girls but let it be known that Izuku will need some more eloquent, mature ladies that can sate his appetite. Ready or not, Izuku Midoriya, here we cum!

She shook her ass one more time to see that tail shake. "Okay, one more photo." Glynda, sporting her Ragdoll outfit, went back inside to go to the restroom. An upskirt picture to add to the gallery wouldn't hurt. It was for a good cause – to have that cinnamon roll buried in her large mounds.

Meanwhile...

Xellos told Ruby to wait in the dressing room down the hallway for the time being. Apparently someone was coming to give her pointers for the wedding scene as there wasn't going to be time to show a script. This wasn't the first time the teen has faked wedding vows. A storybook wedding has been her dream since forever – knowing that Izuku was in her life made the days to the real thing draw nearer.

Izuku was kind enough to leave his cell phone for her in case anybody would call. He even said to her to use it to contact her sister or the others if needed be. Izuku was a gentleman, a prince – her prince!

Unsure if there were people in the dressing room, she saw an utility closet and stepped inside. A bit odd to say the least, but she disliked people listening to her phone conversations. Especially if some blonde American bitch happened to listen in about her talking about Izuku. She should be fortunate that she was still breathing – her future husband's compassion for others saved Melissa's life. She still had that candy cane in the worst (best) case scenario.

Blessed to have a memory of an elephant, she dialed Yang's number. As the line trilled, she wondered about Izuku's whereabouts. Xellos recalled him going to the restroom and nothing further. She didn't want to be too concerned. The teen was nervous, which made him more adorable. Knowing him, he was probably adjusting his tie or finding ways to talk himself out of it.

She couldn't wait to publicly display her affection on stage in front of the crowd. She was growing anxious by the minute.

Xellos revealed a "little secret" that the fashion show would have media coverage and it was going to be live — surprisingly enough from Vale's news anchorwoman, Lisa Lavender.

The line finally picked up.

"This is Yang," her sister said.

"Hey, sis. Ruby."

"Oh! Hey, Rubes." Yang said excitedly. "The dead had finally risen." She cleared her throat. "I am happy to hear your voice and all but the million-dollar question is – where in the hell are you?"

The redheaded teen chuckled. "A long story, I am afraid. Even if I tell you, you wouldn't believe me."

"I don't recognize this number," said Yang. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm okay. This is Izuku's phone. My phone got soaked by well…nothing. So he is letting me use his for the time being."

"Oh," she retorted. "This is his number. Well, saved!"

Ruby chuckled at Yang's response. It goes with the territory of being a street smart party girl.

"So, seriously, where are you?" Yang asked. "One moment we were talking in our room and then, poof, you disappeared."

"As I mentioned, sis, it is a long story," she said to her sister. "Where are you guys?"

"We're at the amusement park, Sophia Island."

"Great," she said ecstatically. "Me too!"

"Really! Where are you?"

"I am at the fashion show."

"Us, too! Where are you so I can find you and tell the others."

Ruby pressed her lips against the phone. "Well…I am not an audience member." She tried her best to hide her smile. "I…well, I am actually in the show."

"Nuh-huh."

"Hand to Oum!"

"No freaking way," said Yang, sounding surprised. "How did you? What did you do?"

"It's a long story," replied Ruby. "But, to keep it short, one of Izuku's friend's father runs the show and at the last minute, he needed me and him to fill up the slot."

"Why is it the redheads that have all the fun," cried Yang. "No fair! Do you know this is gonna be live?"

"I know!"

"All of Japan is seeing you in all of your glory," she snickered. "The show is just getting started and the models are quite risque." She grinned again. "If you're the grand finale, then Oum knows what me and the girls are gonna see. Did I mention it's live, right?"

"Yeah, even getting coverage from Remnant, too – Lisa Lavender."

"No kidding?" Yang retorted. "That gossiper?" She whistled loudly. "Man, will Dad and Uncle Qrow gonna flip when they see this."

"Let's hope they don't see this or Old Man Ozpin in that matter." It just dawned on the team leader that her appearance being featured in Remnant can raise concerns with Ozpin and Beacon. With her father and uncle, she could handle them. However, she wouldn't with Ozpin as she was setting a poor example and misrepresentation for the school. Suddenly, she forgot that Goodwitch was here, heightening her concerns.

Yang could tell by Ruby's change in her breathing. "Mask up!"

"What?"

"You should disguise yourself in the face. What you're doing is technically not in our itinerary." Yang said cautiously but judging by her voice, she was also sounding amorous. "Where are you?"

"Backstage. On my way to the dressing room," she answered. "We aren't on for the time being."

"We? Who is this we?"

Ruby was no fool. She should know the obvious we-in-question. That search of that particular person was the very reason why she was in the current juncture.

"Nope," she said sharply. "Want it to be a surprise!"

"Aw, c'mon," said Yang. "I had to cover for you when Goodwitch wanted to know your whereabouts."

"Goodwitch came?" Ruby asked, feigning coyness.

"Yes, she did. And that bitch came with the torch, Rubes!"

"And what did you tell her?"

"You're spared…for now," answered Yang. "Because of that, I think I deserve some deets here, girlfriend!"

"Fine~!" Ruby said, knowing she had to compensate for her sister's covering for her. "Ok…I'm with Izuku!"

"No secret in hiding that," retorted Yang. "Question is…what are you two doing for the show?"

Ruby gripped the phone tightly. "Okay, sis. Promise you won't tell the others."

"On the hairs of my chinny chin chin," she replied.

"So, the grand finale is going to be wedding themed and let's say that me and Izuku are going to play husband and wife."

"Oooh~!" Yang began making whooping noises. Knowing her sister, she was probably shaking and jumping with excitement, happy for her sister but at the same time having a bit of jealousy. "No, Rubes! No, Rubes!" She wanted to scream but Ruby could tell her sister was keeping her composure. "And Izuku is the…." Ruby took a step back from the phone when hearing the decibels of Yang's voice.

"Yep! He is my groom and I am his bride."

The elder blonde made more whooping noises. "Where's the champagne? Barely two days in and this boy continues breaking hearts. Does Auntie Inko know?"

"Unsure. This was at the last minute, you know. Like I said, it is a long story." Ruby said. "Please, please, please with sugar on top, don't tell the others, okay? Especially Blake."

"Wait…why Blake?"

"..." A slip of the tongue. She didn't mean to say that.

'Unlike what you did with Blake, I will work to have what I want – your heart!'

'What! Heart?! Blake? You mean!?'

'Sweetness! You and Blake weren't so subtle with noise in your bedroom earlier this morning.'

"C'mon, Rubes. You have already served a sample of the tea, might as well give the rest."

"Okay, okay." Ruby wasn't exactly sure she wanted to tell Yang that she knew what Blake and Izuku did last night. They weren't really discreet with their lovemaking. "Well, I think…well…well…"

"Say no more," replied Yang. "I think you know what I know about the two."

"Really?"

Yang chuckled. "If those thin walls could talk. Let's leave it at that."

"Thanks, sis."

"Just so you know, you and Izuku can have the wedding," she said. "I call dibs on the honeymoon."

"What? No fair!"

"And I want to be the first to have his child."

"No fair!"

"No takesy-backsies!"

Ruby then heard background noises coming from Yang's end.

"Hey, Rubes. Auntie Inko and you know who are looking for me. Gotta get back inside," said Yang. "When we see each other again, don't spare any details of the day. Have fun and it's okay to get frisky with the kid…for me!"

"I got to go. Later, sis!" Ruby hung up the phone and placed it back in her bra, since there wasn't a pocket or anywhere to keep storage of this get-up. "Yang better be lucky that she is my sister. Blake and Weiss, too. I am not so sure if I can handle anyone else coming after my prince!"

Ruby felt secure that she and Yang touched bases. Now, there was something else that needed to be touched. She went to the door and turned the knob.

…!

"That's strange!" Ruby didn't recall locking the door when stepping inside. She tried again and it wouldn't budge, wouldn't turn at all. The door didn't have one of those holes to pop the lock and it was a door that had to be locked from the outside.

"Hello! Hello!" Ruby said, hitting the door with her fist. "I'm locked in. Can someone get me out of here?" There was too much going on for those to even notice and the door was very thick. She tried remaining calm. It had to be a misunderstanding. Yet again, the door was partially ajar. Maybe someone out of instinct closed the door, unaware of somebody being in there. Then, her thoughts turned grim. "Did someone purposely lock me in?" She shook away those thoughts. No one knew her or really cared enough to pull a stunt like that.

"Hmm! It seems Rhinestone here got herself into a bit of a pickle."

…!

"Shit!" Ruby recognized that voice. A voice that she had the misfortune to acquaint herself earlier in the dressing room. The same voice that was eye-raping her man and the one-and-the-same who made disparaging remarks about her deceased mother.

"Melissa?!" Ruby said, now acknowledging her presence.

The blonde American cackled, knowing that her identity was revealed. "In the flesh."

"Melissa!" Ruby pounded the door this time. "This isn't funny. Get me out of here!"

"Do you hear me laughing?" Melissa retorted. "I mean, it's funny to me that you're in a jam but not funny for the fact that you thought you had a chance in hell that you were going on stage with Izuku."

"Leave him out of this," retorted Izuku. "He doesn't have anything to do with this."

"True and after a while, he won't have anything to do with you either," said Melissa.

Ruby pounded the door again, this time she was using her feet to kick the door in.

"Yes, keep pounding as loud as you want and long as you want but no one's looking for you," said Melissa. "People here are worried about being seen but not with a runt like you."

"Melissa, I swear to Oum…"

"You can even swear to God for all I care," retorted Melissa. "The thing is…will anyone care." The blonde leaned against the door, basking in the essence of locking Ruby in the utility closet. She bet the next time she walked alone, be sure to be aware of her surroundings.

"Just wait until I get out of this. When Izuku finds out…"

"If he finds out. The thing is…he is a little distracted at the moment," said Melissa. "You can say that he is having pre-wedding jitters and might be having second thoughts."

"What did you do?" She pounded the door harder.

"Like any bachelor before the main event, we're having some fun," she giggled. "And as we speak, I have gotten him some entertainment." She clicked her tongue. "A shame, really. To think he needed to sow his wild oats before the grand finale. Don't worry, Rhinestone, Melissa onee-chan's here to accommodate."

"You foul bitch!" Ruby barked.

"Yes, scream! Scream at the tuna processing plant you called my cunt, you shrew!" Melissa's voice cackled, making herself known to those around her. "My friend and I are gonna play with our Izuku. Long enough to get that Remnant stink off him."

"You're gonna die for what you did." Ruby thought she had spare too many lives tonight. Someone needed to suffer and Melissa was the right candidate for that suffering. She patted the areas to find her candy cane. "Where is it?" She patted her body again. "Where in the hell is it?"

Melissa patted the door. "Talking about that candy cane you left on the table?"

…!

Melissa held the candy cane, taking bites of the sweet, yet dangerous goodness. "Sweet! A fair contrast of what's inside of the closet." She clicked her tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Candy is meant for eating, not for hurting. Goodness, Rhinestone. Not only were you an interloper, but a possible yandere/murderer, too? You're not helping your case with my Izuku!"

"Melissa…choose your next words wisely!"

Melissa chuckled, lightly tapping on the door. "Ok…bye!"

Ruby kicked the door as hard as she could. "You bitch! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead!"

Melissa played nonchalant as she continued gnawing on the candy cane and making her way to the VIP room where there was a one-man bachelor party in progress. "Sucks not to have your Crescent Rose, does it, cunt! Don't worry, Ruby. Neon and I will make sure Izuku will forget everything about you. Plus, I had him first. So, therefore, he's mine!"

Meanwhile...

Katsuki knew there was a loading dock behind the aquarium with a broken lock. With the main attraction going on, he knew that he and Weiss weren't going to be disturbed. The dock was basically a storage unit where freight trucks were loading and unloading creatures, food supplies, and the like. He had a friend that worked security, and thanks to Weiss, gave him some Obon money to keep mum about his purpose there.

"You're sure that we won't get caught?" It was Weiss that asked him that question. The last thing she needed was facing trouble from the authorities. "The last thing I need is to have my record blemished because of some boy."

"I am not some boy," retorted Katsuki. "We're friends – you're in good hands." Silence filled the concrete and metal shell. It was the echoes of their shoes as it bounced from wall to wall.

"Let's not pretend about our affiliation with each other," retorted Weiss. "This is nothing more than an act of service because of a common enemy."

"Jesus, you are fickle!"

"Not fickle, just cautious."

The spiky-haired blond shined the flashlight where he found the loading dock. "This is us!" He kneeled on the ground and grabbed the padlock, which was broken. "Weiss, this might be a little heavy. You don't mind giving me a boost?"

The snow princess arched an eyebrow and folded her arms. "You're kidding, right?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"Not this bear."

"C'mon, Weissy!"

"Don't call me that!"

"I thought you were gonna help me."

"So those muscles of yours are just for show?"

"I thought we were a team."

"I had said I would help but not that kind of help," she said sternly. "These hands aren't made for work. And besides, this operation is coming out of my pockets."

The spiky-haired blond was appreciative that she couldn't see the look of disdain on his face. As much as he disliked the prim and pampered, prissy bitch, nevertheless, she was useful – especially when it comes to her wallet. "More like your daddy's." He murmured under his breath.

POW!

"Ouch!" Katsuki cried, feeling Weiss punching the back of his head.

"I've heard that, you bloody bastard." She then looked around at her surroundings, noticing the errieness and registering that it was the two of them alone in the darkness. "Where are those reinforcements you promised me?"

"They should be on their way. Traffic is heavy due to the carnival," said Katsuki.

"Who are they?"

"Why does it matter?"

She scanned at her nails. "Just in case if shit hits the fan, my father can know whodunit!"

He dropped his head. This was more difficult than he intended. "Weiss…" He took another breath. "Work with me, dear. I know we aren't the best of friends or the easiest to work with. Remember that we are putting our differences aside to get Deku his just desserts."

The blue-eyed snow princess appeared unmoved and unfazed by his comments, as if hearing those words didn't give her any comfort.

"We are out of the public eye, as you wanted. I promise you will have a peace of mind, as you wanted." He then stood up. "And hey, if there is any consolation, at least you are wearing pants."

The last thing Weiss wanted to have was a dirty dress. On their way to their destination, they stopped by the auditorium where Katsuki knew his father kept some clothing. It was a blessing that he managed to find pants that were Weiss' size. Until now, he did not know there were girls who still objected to the idea of wearing pants.

"You would make that comment. Would you, pervert?" Weiss pursed her lip, showing the look of disdain. "Oum, is your brain where your dick resides?"

Katsuki put his hands in a praying position. "Please?!"

The snow princess stomped her foot. "Fine~!" She said as she approached Katsuki. "Stare at my butt or my breasts, and I'll make it personal that Daddy and his friends turn you into raw meat!"

"You have my word. Trust me," answered Katsuki, feeling grateful and thankful for her assistance. "As if you have anything to look at anyway, Flatsy!"

She moved Katsuki aside as she worked with the door to pull it up. It didn't require much work but a little penetrating fluid would have made it easier. For the record, the spiky-haired blond could have easily lifted the handle with hardly a finger. However, if worse comes to worse, the blood wouldn't be just on his hands.

The duo was met with a smell of rust and grease. The loading bay appeared to be compartmentalized judging by its size. It was large enough to keep a freight truck but he knew they wouldn't need that much space.

"Our reinforcements are going to bring the supplies once they get here," he said to Weiss. Weiss turned around and took the flashlight to find a lightswitch. "There is an area for access vehicles only. My guy gave them a window to cut the power so they can go in without worry."

"You still didn't answer my question earlier. Who are these reinforcements?" Weiss asked. The sound of her voice indicated that her patience was being tested.

"Classmates of mine," answered Katsuki.

Weiss flicked on the switch, finally showing themselves and the bare space. "Classmates of yours?"

"Well, not really classmates. They go to school with me," responded Katsuki. "Neito Monoma and Manga Fukidashi." He grabbed his cell phone and approached the snow princess. He clicked on his social media so that he could show her what they looked like.

"Monoma hates Deku with a passion and everyone needs a follower or two," said the blond. "Manga has no beef with Deku but money talks."

"Please tell me that his picture is a filter." Weiss looked disgusted when seeing a picture of Manga.

"No, ma'am. That is what he looks like," said Katsuki nonchalantly. "As if you guys out there aren't any different. At least our moon doesn't look like it has been blown out with a shotgun."

POW!

Katsuki was met with another blow to the head by the snow princess. "Whose side are you on? Pick wisely and pick it fast!"

"Your side, sorry!"

Weiss lifted her head skywardly. "In case you forgot, boy."

Katsuki heard his cell phone ringing. He prayed that it was the 1-B boys bringing the calvary. He walked away as he took the call. Meanwhile, Weiss walked around and just perused the area. It was something that she never thought she would be doing on her second day here in Japan.

"This wasn't supposed to be this way. We were supposed to spend time together like sisters, Blake. Why did you pick his side and not mine? You were supposed to be my friend."

Earlier that evening….

Weiss stepped into the restroom wondering why Blake was taking so long. She had heard the stories of Earth cuisines not matching the palettes of Remnantians and figured she was having digestion troubles.

The snow princess stepped into the restroom in search of her friend. Looking into the mirror, she saw a pair of shoes that matched the Faunus. Before she could speak, she heard Blake's voice.

"I hope you don't think I am acting like a stalker when I wanted your phone number," said Blake.

A few moments later, she could hear a voice – a man's voice. When alone Blake was known for her habits of talking with people on speaker. Not wanting to be seen, she remained still, focusing on the identity of the voice.

"After what you have done earlier in my bed…and in the shower, I am afraid that we have skipped plenty of chapters," said the voice. "The harem gods are praising me for this."

"Harem gods?" Blake chuckled. "What are you implying?"

"..."

"Izuku, I am joking. I figured you were talking about the ero gods of something."

"Yeah…maybe!"

"Izuku? That…that pervert?!"

"I know this sounds weird coming from me but…last night was special to me, Izuku," said Blake. "I had never felt like this with anyone before."

"..."

"Izuku?"

"Yeah," he managed to speak. "It feels weird, Blake. It does. Although you are my first…well, everything, it is like I've known you all of my life."

"Me, too, Izuku!"

"Where are you guys?"

"We're out to eat right now. Your mother has been very good to us. She's a great hostess!"

"Mom aims to please."

"And it shows. And the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"Gee, thanks."

"And where are you?"

"At the carnival on Sophia Island…."

Weiss didn't want to hear anything further. She covered her mouth to hide the sobs and rushed out of the restroom – crestfallen and driven to tears.

Back to the present….

Katsuki returned to Weiss when finishing his phone call. "Hey, they are approaching the gates. They got the supplies we need to make tonight interesting." He looked at the time, knowing that the finale was in less than an hour. "I am unsure if you detest the stench of tar—" He paused when seeing tears going down Weiss' eyes.

"Hey…are you alright?" He arched his eyebrow. "Look, that comment I made about the moon–" He was cut off when she rushed herself to him. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried himself into his chest. "Oookkayyy!"

Katsuki stood still and allowed Weiss to let her emotions for a spell. To be honest, it wasn't everyday a girl would cry on his shoulder. If he didn't fear the wrath of her Daddy, then this would have been a Facebook-worthy pic to show the guys that the girls do like him.

After a few moments, she broke away from him. She used her sleeves to wipe her eyes. She took a few more moments to regain her composure. Katsuki just stared until her eyes met with his.

"Tar, you say?" She asked him in a deeper tone.

"Yeah…tar. And feathers to match that chicken."

Weiss clenched her fists tightly to the point it was a ghostly white. Tears continued to flow. "Make him wish he was never born." She began to pant loudly. "Make him wish his days should have ended on that rooftop in junior high."

Those were the words he had the pleasure to hear. He extended his hand to Weiss. "Let's make his sweet ass suffer for the pain he has caused us."

Weiss smiled, extending her hand to return his handshake. "Let's!"

"That ass is mine, Deku. Gonna make you wish you didn't embarrass me in front of the others." Katsuki thought, displaying his shit-eating grin on his face.

Meanwhile with Izuku...

Izuku hated flash alarms. What he thought was a number two turned out to be flatulence. "At least the toilets here have a bidet." He cracked his neck as he returned to the hallway and back to the dressing room. He was the type when using the restroom, he wanted to be absolutely certain that it was an emergency. He had been around Kacchan in their early childhood days whenever the kid drank too much soda.

"I hope Ruby is doing okay without me for a few minutes." He had lent Ruby his cell phone and he had left his SmartWatch being charged in the VIP room. As soon as he got back, he was going to tell his mother of his whereabouts, unless Blake had done it for him. Regardless or not, it was his responsibility to tell his mother and to let her know that Ruby was safe with him.

Today was unexpected. Never did he think a typical incident between childhood friends would lead into this. Granted he wanted the girls to have a great time but didn't think it was at his expense.

"Today has been an awkward day. My good morning was welcomed with a kiss from Blake and then a slap from Weiss. Ruby comes to my rescue after my so-called friend couldn't take the words I've said to him. Later, that same so-called friend of mine tried to burn me and fortunately, Hitoshi-chan saved the day. And here I am doing a fashion show with Ruby…while portraying ourselves as husband and wi–"

'An adventurous day! What started out as a simple day at the pool turned into this.'

'A crazy, unpredictable experience. But at least I am having fun. Are you?'

'You are a little beauty when you have it on.'

'Don't get defensive. You do look pretty. My sweet, beautiful cinnamon roll.'

Izuku knew there were plenty of boys who would love to be in his position. He has a home filled with four attractive young ladies. According to Professor Shield, each were gifted with skills and talents and thus chosen as Beacon representatives for the cultural exchange program. He wasn't sure about their talents – semblances and auras – but he had the privilege first hand when it comes to displaying their affection.

The harem lords were blessing him. A gift he didn't ask for but was sent to him, the only thing he needed to do was sign for verification. In less than forty-eight hours, he had his first official kiss and his first time taken away by Blake Belladonna and he had shared a kiss with Ruby Rose. Not once, not twice, but plenty of times! He wasn't sure about Yang Xiao Long or Weiss Schnee. With the former, it was evident when she requested his number and/or virginity. And with the latter, he could still feel the slap heard from around the world.

He shook away those thoughts. The last thing he needed to produce was an erection, especially in this getup! Just earlier, he heard the catcalling from the girls and guys on his way to the restroom. His face was redder than a sweet potato on a cool November evening.

"Let's get this faux wedding over with. I am just ready to go home and take a hot bath." Then his thoughts fell back on Blake. "And yet I may not get much sleep tonight. It's a good thing I am on summer vacation."

"Yoo-hoo, Izuku-kun!"

Before he could grab the door handle, he recognized the voice as the effeminate make-up dresser, Xellos. Keeping a calm composure, in case of being tied up again, he turned his back to the door. "Oh, hello Mr…Mrs…hello, Xellos!"

The androgynous adult laughed at the teen, trying poorly at identifying his identity. "Evening, Izuku!" He clicked his tongue. "Listen, sweetheart. You're needed in the VIP room pronto!"

"Wait a minute. What about Ruby?"

"Don't worry about your precious gem, doll." Xellos softly patted Izuku's cheek. "Ruby is busy reciting her lines on what she needed to say to you when it is time for the grand finale."

"Should I be in there practicing with her?"

"Do you know it's rude to see the bride before the wedding?" He clicked his tongue once more. "Jesus, baby boy, what are we going to do with you?"

"..." He refused to answer, knowing he was doing whatever was necessitated so he could get the performance over with. It wasn't that he wasn't uncomfortable being with people from all walks of life, he just knew when there were those who weren't hiding their obviosity on coming onto him, especially uncaring that he was a minor.

He clapped his hands. "Let's go to the VIP room, dear. Haste makes waste!" He grabbed Izuku's arm and locked arms with him. Izuku blushed as he was led to the VIP room.

About five minutes later….

The teen stepped inside the VIP room. Once again, he was alone. Before he could ask Xellos a question, the guy was already gone.

Shaking his head and trying his best not to appear confused, he went to his SmartWatch that he left charging on the nearby table. Upon grabbing it, he checked it for missed calls or messages.

While checking on it, he then felt a soft hand touching his shoulder.

"Hey, I-zu-ku!" The teen gasped when he felt the girl's hot breath blowing into his ear. If he was a rabbit, he would have hopped upward.

"Oh! Hey, M-M-Melissa!"

Melissa grabbed her stomach and began laughing. "My God, Izuku. You're so fickle when someone touches you." Her smile gleamed and her teeth were brighter than the lights. Izuku's back was against the door when seeing Melissa making her presence known to him.

"I c-c-c-can't p-p-p-pretend to i-i-i-i-imagine w-w-why," he managed to say, keeping his composure amidst his stuttering.

Melissa couldn't keep her eyes off him, making it known of her not-so-subtle hints of her amorous feelings for him. "You're so cute when you're flustered." She clicked her tongue. "Just as you were that one time when we were in your bathroom."

Izuku put his finger to his lip. He didn't want to be reminded of the incident that occurred a few weeks earlier.

"Relax, Izuku," she said as she pressed her hand against the wall, pocketing the teen. "Can a girl be humorous?" She pressed herself closer to him. "After all, how can I forget how you looked at me after I stroked your cock and you came all over my hand. It was quite…delicious!"

The emerald-haired swallowed the lump in his throat and sweat appeared on his forehead. It didn't go without notice from the blonde American. "When seeing you again, Izuku, you have no idea how you pulled my heartstrings. I couldn't get you out of my mind when I knew I was going to see you again."

Izuku backed away but at the same time needed to gain control of the situation. He wasn't sure if Melissa had been drinking or was she always this impassioned. He extended his hands, pushing her back and allowing her space. "Melissa, I am glad that you're happy to see me and if this was a different circumstance, I would be happy to acco—"

"Shut those pretty lips of yours." Melissa said alluringly. "The only thing I want you to do is to continue where we left off in the bathroom that day, tee-hee!" Melissa pressed her chest upon his, making him tense up on contact. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor.

The blonde wasn't wearing a bra.

Melissa's cleavages were round, robust, and perky. They looked quite firm to the touch. Making matters worse, her nipples were inverted – a tiny fetish that he had kept to himself. It wasn't long when he could feel his body betraying him.

The blonde pressed her chest upon his, making him tense up on contact. He tried backing away but wherever he moved, she did too. She began chuckling. "Izuku baby. You and I know you can't resist me. Might as well drop the good boy act. We both don't need the stress!"

"What about the show? Ruby?"

Melissa put her hand to his cheek, stroking it alluringly. "We got a while before the show. And for Rhinestone, take that wretch out of your mind." She then furrowed her eyes. "You got something on your face."

"What?"

"Me!" She went in and enveloped her lips with his. Izuku's eyes were wide as saucers and his movements froze. The force of her tongue impaling into his mouth. He felt his mouth being cleaned by her powerful muscle with far more intensity than before. The teen might be inclined to say that there was no way he could overpower the strength of Melissa's wettest muscle that moved and danced around his mouth as if it was alive.

The blonde American didn't stop there. Her hands moved up from his chest to his side, caressing and rubbing affectionately, finding spots that would arouse him. His squirming was irresistible, showing the fire and desire in her loins, only wanting to be filled once more of his girth – this time where it counted the most.

She broke the kiss, creating a bridge of their saliva. "God, aren't your kisses not the sweetest things on this Earth?" She fervently licked her lips. "No way can that Remnant half-breed mutt love you like I can."

"Melissa! Stop this now or…" He pleaded, his heartbeat grew rapid and his breath turned short and ragged.

"Oh, that's okay, baby." She took hold of his cheeks again. "I wasn't planning on stopping whether you said no or not." Her knee slowly and sensually went up between Izuku's thighs. The boy couldn't hold back his voice as his crotch was being softly rubbed by her leg.

Izuku jerked his head back. His toes curled, his legs tensed. She didn't make it easier as she was spending time playing with his dick. The rigidness of her hands glided up and down his thigh, stimulating the sensations to create arousal. He felt the blood rushing from his balls to exalt his mighty fine pole, which was now standing attentively.

She cackled. "It's good to know that this friend of yours is honest." She gripped the sturdy member as hard as she could for as long as she could. "I think you're familiar with the term ne-to-ri, Izuku!"

Melissa backed up and dropped her skirt, followed by her panties and her shoes. Sporting nothing but her leg-high socks, the now-naked teen basked in her glory as she planned to resume on what she craved since that day at his home. Izuku belonged to Melissa. Ruby was nothing more than an aberration.

The blonde stuck out her tongue as she removed his crotchless pants. Izuku winced when feeling her breath blowing on his dick. It was dangling like an anaconda in search of prey. She flicked her tongue. "Aww, look how it dances! My little friend!" She held the cock with much vigor, anticipating its arrival back to her secret place. She rubbed her face against it, making Izuku emit a moan.

"Knock, knock. Anybody home?!"

Melissa paused. She recognized the voice. She turned around and presented herself with a pleasant smile when seeing her friend arrive. "Hey, Neon."

The rainbow-colored pop idol stepped inside, displaying the same lecherous eyes that Melissa was sporting. The emerald-haired teen shut his eyes as he should've known that Xellos brought him into a setup.

"Am I late for the party," asked Neon.

Melissa shook her head in disagreement. "No way! Just getting warmed-up."

Melissa pulled away from Izuku and walked to the pop idol sensation. "Had dinner yet?"

"No, I haven't," she answered.

"Well, let me treat you." The blonde American pressed her body against Neon's. Neon closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Melissa's lips. Melissa was caught off guard the moment she felt Neon's tongue entering hers. Melissa gave in and basked into the pleasure of swapping their saliva.

The kiss itself wasn't innocent as Neon portrayed herself. It served more like a tease that was hot, fiery, and demanding. Melissa slid her hand onto Neon's ass, cupping it tightly. Neon squirmed as she felt her hand rubbing her ass in a circular motion. Neon ran her fingers through Melissa's hair, motioning herself to enjoy this moment and what they were doing was completely natural.

Melissa broke the kiss, leaving a bridge of saliva between each other. She then clasped her hands on Neon's cheek. She took that moment to cup one of Neon's breasts. She squirmed as she felt her grip. She hissed loudly, which incited laughter from the blonde. She took off her top before tossing it to the ground.

He watched the girl-on-girl display with his dick twitching in excitement. As he thought to himself, if these were different circumstances, he wouldn't mind partaking. He then shook away those thoughts. With these girls distracted, he could make his escape.

"And where do you think you're going?"

…!

Neon and Melissa held onto each other, looking at the boy who tried to escape. Melissa looked at Izuku. "Not getting cold feet." She then gripped Neon's breasts. "This entertainment is for you."

The blonde American released Neon and the rainbow-haired girl approached Izuku. "Deliciously yummy," she told him before pushing him to the couch.

Melissa chuckled, feeling pleased that things were falling into place. "Keep him busy and don't be afraid to get nasty. He may resist at first, but he gives in."

Neon didn't hesitate as she positioned herself on top of the teen. With them occupied, she could take care of what she wanted to do from the beginning. She grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on. The next agenda – get Ruby out of the picture!

Meanwhile...

Denki had to understand when it comes to the mind of a pervert, they are notorious for making the impossible happen. As they speak, he and Minoru were taking a ride in a laundry basket as they were heading backstage.

Earlier in the show when Minoru went to the restroom, the grapehead pondered on how he could enter backstage with a chance of getting an autograph from Neon Katt. From what he heard from the grapevine, she was quite friendly with her biggest fans.

Of course, these were rumors circulating from Discord and Reddit, nevertheless, he wasn't going to rule it out. One must speculate to accumulate – the number one rule when it comes to perversion.

"Minoru, I don't know how and why you get me into these things," said Denki softly as they were heading backstage. "What makes you think we won't be going anywhere in the opposite direction?"

Minoru just smiled. "Speculate to accumulate. I know what I'm doing."

"And tell me why I am doing this with you?"

"C'mon, bud. A glorious opportunity to meet Neon Katt and get an autograph and some action." Minoru responded excitedly. "You should be thanking me."

The only reason he involved himself was so that Minoru wouldn't do anything stupid or worse, get arrested. The electric blond just prayed that for once Minoru was right. He just wanted an autograph and nothing more. After all, he had Kyouka so why get hamburgers when there was a steak waiting for him?

A few minutes later….

The laundry basket came to a stop. Minoru said to wait a few minutes to be sure that the coast was certainly clear. From what he had gathered, he knew that during fashion shows, clothes were easily discarded in the chute. Or that was what Masaru Bakugo preferred with his models. Either way, this was at his benefit, thus taking advantage of the opportunity.

The grapehead teen popped his head out first, seeing that they were in an empty room. "Okay, the coast is clear." The teen sloppily tried to get out of the cart before it tumbled over. Denki hit the ground face first.

"We now know that Physics isn't your strong suit." The electric blond managed to say as he got out of the cart.

"Whatever! I got us in, did I?"

"Dude, we will stick out."

"No, we won't. These models are too damn busy to care. And I haven't really seen security either," responded Minoru. "Just play it cool and we'll be okay."

"Why do I let myself walk into trouble with this man each and every time? Jesus!" Denki kept his composure as they were heading out on the hallway.

The grapehead and the electric blond were in the hallway. As Minoru said, the models were frantic as they were walking back and forth between dressing rooms. The teen smiled. "Told you. So focused that they wouldn't care about us." He smiled as he saw some naked female models passing him. The teen licked his lips. "Heaven got nothing on this."

"Aren't we supposed to be looking for Neon Katt?"

"Easy, easy," retorted Minoru. "Got to baste the turkey before you stick the thermometer in." He clicked his tongue. "You gotta take the temperature."

"That doesn't make any sense."

The grapehead pushed the teen. "Let's go!"

"Wait! Wait, whoever you are! Help me! I'm locked in!"

Denki paused when hearing someone calling from the door beside him. Minoru was a few feet away from him when the electric blond called him out. "Dude! Dude!"

Minoru turned around. "What?"

"I think I hear someone in this room." Denki commented, deciding to press his ear to the door.

"Please, someone. Help me! Help me!"

Minoru arched an eyebrow. "That sounds like a girl in there."

Realizing that he was thinking the same thing, Denki grabbed the knob and turned it. Upon opening the door, the girl rushed onto Denki, making both of them fall to the ground.

"Jesus, what is this? Fall-on-me day?" Denki shook his head when noticing the redhead on top of him. When seeing the beauty of the teen, his face immediately flushed. "Hey…are you okay?"

Minoru just stood there with a pleased look on his face. He grabbed his cell phone and took a picture of Denki with the girl who was practically wearing lingerie. Then, his mind realized that there was something familiar with the teen.

"Wait a minute," said Minoru. "Aren't you…aren't you Ruby Rose?"

To be continued….

BD: Hey, guys. Thanks for reading. I originally planned to make this longer but decided to save the rest for 'A Random Hero's Debut (Part IV).' I promise that the next part will conclude the amusement park series. I hope I will make more time to work on this series as this is one of my favorite but hardest series to work on, especially since GOTA and I are no longer working together.

Please expect more works from me soon as well as my co-partner and fellow Studio Greenshade member, SoraSentry. As always, may the Lord bless you on your endeavors and strive and prosper. As always, team Greenshade.