It was the day of the U.A. Entrance Exam. Many potential students were milling about and entering inside the school, with Izuku standing at the archway in worryment. Many of the women were eyeing him up in confusion and, for some, lust; as most of them haven't seen a man before in their life and he didn't look bad all things considered.

What if the proctors thought he wasn't good enough?

What if he failed?

"I mean, what if they say I'm no good? What if they say, 'Get out of here, kid! You've got no future!' I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection," he thought within his mind.

"Master, you've got this!" Desiree cheered, hearing his hateful thoughts. "If they don't let you in then it's their loss!"

Midoriya smiled at his sex genie's encouragement. "Thanks, Desiree!" he mentally thought to her as he shook his head clear of his traitorous thoughts. It was a bit of a challenge, but one he overcame as he walked through the doors to the school, carrying a red and silver suitcase in his right hand.

The written exam was piss easy, at least to Midoriya's standards of challenging. It asked basic heroic questions, basic physics, basic mathematics, English literature, and so on. He finished within fifteen minutes, way ahead of anyone else as he handed in his exam. He waited while playing an oldie on his smartphone for the next exam, the practical one if he wasn't mistaken.

Students began pouring into the room, but most importantly, Kacchan was in the crowd. He waved her over to him, her having a fake annoyed look on her face as she sat next to him. "You finished early," she said immediately after getting next to him.

"Wasn't that hard."

"For you, maybe. Is she here?" she asked, referring to Desiree.

"Yes, she is."

Katsumi sighed good-naturedly as she remarked, "Your stupid smart brain gave you—"

She was interrupted, however, when a cloud of smoke began pouring out on the stage in front of them as lights focused on a trap door. With a flash of more smoke a blonde-haired woman wearing a black studded jacket with a very tall collar, along with black booty shorts with a orange-red belt. "Welcome, dear listeners! Everybody say 'hey!'" the mystery woman shouted.

Silence stretched within the room, only broken by someone sneezing lightly.

"O-K, I can roll with this!" she rebounded, her smile never straining. "My name is Present Mic and, taking a page from Snipe, all of y'all must be ready to do some fighting, right?"

The crowd began to murmur in excitement, giving the pro heroine some hope that they be more responsive in the future.

"Good! As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock urban battles after this! You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you'll head to the specified battle center, okay? There are three different types of robots you'll be facing: The One-Pointer, the Two-Pointer, and the Three-Pointer. As the names suggest they give varying amounts of points. The more points you have the better chance you have to get into U.A., got it?"

"Excuse me, Present Mic-sensei!" came a somehow equally loud voice from the stands. A light shined on the glasses-wearing woman who had dark blue hair as she spoke, "On the pamphlet it says there are four types of robots! If that is a misprint, then U.A., the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake! We examinees are here in this place because we wish to be molded into exemplary heroes! And you, the man!" she suddenly turned on a dime, pointing to Midoriya, the only man in the seatings. "Why are you here?! To distract us?!"

"I, uh, I mean—"

"Spit it out, will you?!" the overbearing women urged.

"Calm down, Examinee Number 7111!" Present Mic ordered.

"Of course, Present Mic-sensei!" she immediately withdrew from pseudo-bullying the man as she sat back down in her seat.

"That girl is right. There technically are four types of robots, the last one being called a Zero-Pointer, as it awards 'zero' points upon defeating it," she said while making air-quotes, hinting at the hidden rescue points. "My advice? Stay clear of it. Now, time for you to smash some robots! Go Beyond…"

"Plus Ultra!" the crowd shouted back unanimously, making Present Mic smile at their enthusiasm.

Everyone got off the blue bus that carried them to their respective urban cities. Everyone was wearing a variation of sweatsuits, with Midoriya wearing a deep-grey tracksuit bottoms with an orange stripe down the side, black sneakers with vibrant orange laces and soles, and a black t-shirt. Additionally, Izuku has with it a zipped-up white tracksuit jacket with a stand up collar, deep-grey sleeves with an orange line running down their sides and orange cuffs, and deep-grey shoulders. On the left breast of the jacket is a black brand symbol that is reminiscent of the letter "N." Every person were keyed up and anxious to start.

"You, the man!"

"I have a name," he said as the other teen approached him.

"Not important right now. What is important is why you're even here," the dark blue-haired teen said, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "How could they let a man try to be a hero? It's foolish and a waste of time when they have not a quirk to use."

"I beg to differ, miss. While I may not have a quirk because of what's in-between my pants, I certainly make up for it in smarts."

"Please, we all know that men can barely comprehend school, much less a high school like U.A.. So tell me, are you a mole to slip up unsuspecting women?" the four-eyed teen asked.

"No, I'm not a mole. I genuinely just want to be a hero," he answered.

"Righhhhhht," she drawled out.

"What a bitch, master!" Desiree commented, wanting to sock her in the jaw for insulting her precious master.

"What is it you're holding?" the stranger asked, pointing to the red and silver suitcase the man was holding.

Without answering Midoriya set his suitcase down on the ground before slamming his right foot down on a section of it, causing a series of servos to whirl as it uprighted itself. It bloomed open, expanding as it revealed two red gauntlets to grab. Izuku grabbed the two gauntlets and pushed further inward, causing it to cover him up to his wrists. He then pulled up the entire chassis upwards as it covered his entire torso, it having an active arc reactor in the upper center of it. Midoriya then held out his arms to the sides, both pointing in opposite directions as the Iron Man suit formed around him, starting first around his stomach/torso. The metal plates spun and sunk into place with screwing noises being heard as the arc reactor glowed ever more brightly as it assembled itself around its creator. The red metal plating at the arm section began to fall into place up to his hand, where a repulsor hummed to life. His leg portions scrambled to knit itself together to uniformly cover Midoriya before the upper section of the armor began to cover his head, protecting it from any harm. It swung and swinged into its positions, firstly covering his chin and then the sides of his head, before finally sliding the silver Iron Man faceplate over his face, putting him in the dark for a second until all systems came online, allowing him to see the stunned expressions on everyone's faces.

"That surely can't be allowed, can it?" the dark blue-haired girl muttered in disbelief. "He couldn't have actually built that, right?" she near-whispered.

"Oh, you better believe it," Desiree said, knowing the stranger wouldn't be able to hear her.

"AND START!" Present Mic shouted from the loudspeakers. "What?! There are no countdowns in real life! Go go go!"

Izuku took that as his cue and flew off into the faux urban city at high speeds, leaving everyone gawking at him before they roused themselves out of their stupor.

"That's one," he thought to himself as he destroyed a One-Pointer robot with a repulsor blast. He flew around until he stumbled upon a gang of Three-Pointers, which he removed easily with a unibeam from his chest. "That's nineteen so far. I need more!"

Midoriya flew around a bunch, taking down robots and saving his fellow test-takers from danger, amassing a total of 60 villain points by himself. It was amazing seeing so many different quirks in action, however. One woman had a naval that shot out a laser for a quirk, for another they were able to manipulate small tornados. It was all very fascinating. If he had his notebook on him he would've written down the pros and cons of each of their quirks and then written an entire analysis dedicated to each of them. But alas, it wasn't meant to be, he thought as he saved a lilac-haired teenager who was fighting with a broken piece of metal and not with her quirk.

How odd.

Suddenly, without warning, the buildings began to rumble and shake. A monstrous, building-sized robot showed its ugly mug as it rounded a corner. It easily grabbed the edge of the building it was passing for support. It was huge and green with seven beady red eyes on its face, scanning its surrounding to find some potential student to crush. Everyone began running away in fear, save for one individual:

Midoriya Izuku.

He noticed that there was a brown-haired girl stuck under some rubble, and the giant robot was approaching quickly. Without any hesitation Midoriya flew in, destroyed the rubble, and bridal-carried the girl out of harm's way. After dropping her off at a secure location, Izuku flew back to the gigantic robot and thought of all the tricks he had. He knew that a simple repulsor blast wouldn't harm it much, and a unibeam to its head would only cause more property damage when it fell, so he activated a special gadget in his arsenal.

A gun sprouted out of his left shoulder and fired a green ray of energy at the robot, encompassing it entirely as it rapidly began to shrink smaller and smaller and smaller; until it was the size of a toy. With the threat now dealt with Midoriya walked on over to the robot and crushed it like an aluminum can, destroying it entirely.

"And it's over, folks!" Present Mic shouted through the loudspeakers.

Everyone began to relax that it was over, but Midoriya flew back over to the girl he saved. "You okay?"

The girl with a perpetual blush on her cheeks gave him a shaky smile, "Thank you so much for saving me! I was so scared to get crushed!"

"I would be too, miss…?"

"Oh, my name is Uraraka Ochaco. Yours?" she asked, getting up on shaky legs to be eye-level with him.

"Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka," he said with a literal hidden smile thanks to his faceplate. She gave him a weird look before giving him a farewell wave goodbye as she walked over to a small-statured woman who he thought was Recovery Girl, leaving him alone. He was about to rocket away back home when he heard it:

"You!" the dark blue-haired girl shouted. "You cheated!" she huffed out, trying to catch her breath from all the fighting she'd done.

Midoriya let his faceplate retract to show his unamused face, "And how did I 'cheat?'"

"By using that…admittedly awesome suit of armor!" she gestured to his barely damaged Iron Man suit. "You know you're only supposed to use tech that you actually made, right? You would know that if you read the pamphlet!"

"One, I did read the pamphlet," he said as he caused his suit of armor to move around to allow him access to his back pocket, pulling out the piece of paper to wave in the girl's face. "And two, I built this so I'm allowed to use it."

"Impossible! No man could make something so groundbreaking in science!" she argued.

"Time to take out the big guns," Izuku thought to himself as he stepped out of his armor, the suit peeling off of him as it stood idly behind him as JARVIS didn't have any guidance on what to do. Midoriya reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, taking out his Geonosis Tech ID card that had his name on it and passing it over to the confrontational woman. "Look, I work as an intern at Geonosis Tech, a known support company for U.A.. Why would they take a man with no talent in creation?" he questioned, letting the question sink in for a second. "What do you think now?"

"I…I don't know. You're a smart man?" she asked incredulously, shock written all over her face as she handed back the card, committing his name to memory.

"I don't need to prove myself to you," he said simply as he stepped back inside his Iron Man suit, it feeling like a second skin to him at this point. "But if you come by tomorrow afternoon and ask for me then maybe I'll show you all the fun toys I made," he offered before taking off to the skies, rocketing back home.

"That was so awesome, Desiree! Did you see me out there? I kicked some serious ass!" Midoriya gushed as he took off the Iron Man armor, using a drill to help with it. The both of them were in his room, alone as his mother was still at work.

"That you did, master!" his sex genie agreed, a smile on her face. She watched as her master peeled off sections of his armor and toss it into a pile in the corner of his room to portal away later into his lab. "I think this calls for celebratory sex!"

"You always want sex," Midoriya points out before Desiree shifted into her human form to kiss him passionately. They made out for ten seconds before Desiree withdrew.

"You wanna roleplay?" his sex genie asked mischievously.

"Roleplay? Like dress up or something?" Izuku asked.

Desiree snapped her fingers and turned into that dark blue-haired woman from before perfectly, "Wanna hate-fuck me? Or would you rather—" she snapped her fingers again, this time looking and sounding like Hatsume, "fuck me like this instead?"

The inner pervert inside of Midoriya found the idea so dark and so wrong that it made his erection that much harder. Who should he choose? Should he choose at all? It was kind of wrong to do this in the first place, but it wasn't like it was the real person, was it?

"Come on, Greenie! Don't you want to fuck my tight little mouth?" Desiree asked, pretending to be Hatsume as she flopped out her tongue and used her fingers to stretch open her mouth.

It was, admittedly, a thrilling sight to see one of his friends act so wantonly. Her tongue just looked so inviting…

"Greenie? Can you help me with something?" she asked, swaying her hips over to him, acting clearly out of character, as the real Hatsume would never sway her hips to entice him, or anyone for that matter.

Midoriya swallowed thickly, trying to decide what he should do.

"It's my breasts, Greenie. They're so sore. Can you massage it for me, like a good friend would do?" she said while giving him her best puppy dog eyes. "We are friends, right?"

"O-of c-course, Hatsume," he answered, delving deeper into the fantasy that playing out before him. Izuku's hands reached out to grab her melons before it faltered, his humanity betraying him.

Wasn't it wrong to do it like this?

"Hatsume" didn't like that he didn't reach out all the way, so "Mei" decided to lean in and make him touch her. "Massage me," she lightly commanded, with Midoriya's willpower failing him as he massaged her like she asked. It felt so soft, like the fluffiest pillow in the world. "Oh, Midori, what are you doing to me?" she moaned out, biting her lower lip in pleasure.

"I'm, uh, just doing my best!" he squeaked out, fondling her breasts to his heart's content. It was so surreal to be doing this with "Hatsume," someone he tried to not look at in a sexual light since they were both science bros. "Does it feel any better, Hatsume?"

"Call me Mei when we're like this, Greenie," the pink-haired "girl" ordered before pulling him in for a kiss, stopping him from "massaging" her. Somehow Desiree managed to act like a complete novice in kissing, allowing Midoriya to conquer "Hatsume's" mouth and tongue. Mei pulled away and gave her trademark grin before pulling down her friend's pants and underwear, getting hit in the face with Midoriya's 11 inch cock. "Wow, Greenie, you're packing! Are you hard because of little 'ol me?" she playfully asked while getting on her knees, beginning to lightly stroke him with her rough, calloused hand. A bead of precum dribbled out of his head and flowed down his cock onto her hand, creating some lubricant for the both of them.

"Y-yes, Mei," he answered honestly, loving the rough and also soft texture of her hand on his hard, aching prick. "Can you please go faster?" he asked shyly.

"Like this?" Hatsume asked as she increased her speed of pumping, making a slick slick slick noise.

"Oooooh, just like that," he praised, putting his hands on her head. "Can you, um, suck it, please?" he asked smoothly (as smooth as sandpaper).

Mei wordlessly put the head of his cock into her mouth, slowly suckling on it. It wasn't a very good job, however, as it led to Midoriya wanting more.

"Can you go deeper? Please," he requested, having to hold himself from doing what he wanted.

"It won't fit," Hatsume argued, doing the bare minimum on blowing him for the next minute.

Midoriya couldn't take it anymore and, while knowing that it was really Desiree and that she could handle it, forced her head down his cock, feeling relief when he was balls deep down her throat. He held her down for several seconds, barely letting her breathe before letting her go. She coughed and sputtered for breath, glaring at him. "What the hell, Greenie?!"

"It fits," he said before feeling guilty. "Sorry."

"Just warn me next time," she said before taking him down her gullet up to the 8 inch mark. It felt heavenly for the young man, getting close to cumming as she slobbered all over him. She sucked and blowed for the next five minutes before she suddenly stopped. Hatsume pulled off her baggy pants and revealed that she was wearing basic pink underwear, with nary a form of pubic hair when she removed her panties as well. "I want to feel you so bad, Greenie," she said as she laid on Midoriya's bed, in the missionary position with her legs spread wide.

Izuku rubbed his manhood up and down the slit of her pussy, feeling the outer folds on his engorged head. He soon entered inside Hatsume's tight and furnace-hot honeypot, it conforming to his large length. It gripped on him like a virgin, which Hatsume was as she began to bleed from stretching her out.

"Oh god, Midori! It feels so good," she squeed, gripping the blankets and comforter for support, Mei having an ahegao look on her face that Midoriya found so fuckable. He began to piston in and out of her, feeling her virgin cunt tighten around him in set intervals as he did so. It was so hot and wet inside Hatsume that Izuku didn't want to leave her. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Greenie!" she moaned out before wrapping her legs around him, feeling that he was close to popping.

"Mei, let me go!" Midoriya urged as he still pumped in and out of her, not wanting to get her pregnant.

"Midori, I want you to breed me!" Hatsume denied, holding him even tighter against her. "I want to see if our kids will be as smart as us!" she daydreamed before pulling him for a kiss. It was hot, sloppy, lacking grace, and was all animalistic as Midoriya dominated her tongue.

That's what did it for the young lad as he busted a nut deep inside his science bro, cumming into her womb and spoiling her for future boyfriends who had small, limp dicks.

"Ha…ha. That felt so good, Greenie," Hatsume groaned out, feeling him leave her to examine his work. As soon as he exited her pussy began leaking cum in huge droves, dribbling down onto his bed (a mess to clean later, he supposed). "Did you enjoy feeling me, darling?"

Midoriya nodded his head dumbly.

"Good, though if you want to do that for real I can help you out," Hatsume said before snapping her fingers, turning back into her true form as Desiree as a sex genie. "Didn't that feel good, master? Getting to rail such an innocent young maiden."

Izuku was about to agree until post-nut clarity kicked in, making him instantly regretful of his actions. "What have I done?!"

"Nuh uh, master. Don't you dare begin to think like that," Desiree chastised, floating on over to him to pick up his chin and look him in the eyes. "It was all pretend, make-believe."

"Then why do I feel so guilty?" he revealed, getting out of her grasp to sit down on his bed, not in the wet spot mind you. His sex genie floated next to him, pseudo-sitting down next to him. "It feels like I betrayed Kacchan from fucking 'Hatsume' in your other form."

"But you didn't," she argued.

"Tell that to my thoughts," he countered morosely. "It felt real, looked real, hell, even smelled real. You seriously made me believe that I was fucking Hatsume."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she smiled.

"You should. But it made me think that I was cheating on Kacchan."

"Cheating? A young virile man like you, at least back in my times, should have a healthy harem of women to play with," she said with confidence.

Midoriya accidently inhaled his saliva upon hearing that, hacking multiple times until he got himself under control. "A harem?! Don't those only happen in doujin and hentai?" he asked.

"I don't know what those two are, but if it's anything like my time with one of previous masters then I'm all for it," she declared. "A man like you should have multiple women to empty his full and swollen balls with. One woman alone isn't going to be enough," she said forlornly, almost wanting to hog her master to herself.

Almost.

"Besides, didn't you subconsciously want to fuck Hatsume?" Desiree asked with an eyebrow raised.

Izuku blushed, "Only because she's a girl. I want to fuck a lot of people simply because they're girls," he admitted.

"Even Kacchan's mother?" she playfully teased.

"Well, it's funny you should, I mean, you see..." He didn't finish as he quickly grabbed his portal gun and portaled out of there back to his lab, trying to avoid answering her question.