Monoma was jealous of class 1-A, she was in fact. She had overheard from her teacher Vlad Queen that the all the students of Eraserhead's class got their heroine costumes upgraded by a state of the fabricator that the man somehow built. She assumed that some miscommunication happened during the talk, as what man could build like that? It was a fact that men were stupid creatures, driven by their animalistic desires and nothing else; as they were practically breeding stock for the government, like cows or other cattle.
This fact, however, was being disputed in her head after seeing a man in her sister class.
Why would principal Nozomi accept a man in the school, especially in the heroine course? This, somehow, meant that the man was some degree of smart, unlike her former friends from her childhood. But if he was a "smart" man, why wasn't he in Gen Ed or the Support Course? Why was a quirkless shrimp contending with quirked women when (as mentioned beforehand) he was quirkless? For him to stay afloat in the heroine courses, this must meant that he had something up his sleeve that allowed him to keep up with his classmates. But what he had was a mystery to her.
Which is why she stayed after class until she was the last in the room. She saw that her teacher was busy grading papers, her overbite on full display. "Vlad Queen-sensei," Monoma began, standing close to the teacher's desk.
Vlad Queen looked up from doing her students homework, her eyes softening at seeing her student. "Ah, Monoma. Do you need something?"
The young woman nodded, "I wanted to know if you knew why there's a man in our sister class," she asked, barely keeping her sexist views out of tone of voice.
Kan sighed, falling backward in her swivel chair as she decompressed. "To be completely honest, I have no idea, Monoma. All I do know is that he's a literal genius."
"You must be joking. We all know that—"
Her sensei raised a hand to stop her from spewing the fact. "I am well aware of the superstitions, but he played a pivotal role in saving the day at the USJ with his flying suit of armor."
"I thought it was because All Might? And what's this about a flying armor?" Monoma asked, incredulous at what her teacher was telling her.
"It's true. Wait, I have an idea," Vlad Queen said as she turned on her desktop and navigated to the school files, going through folder after folder until she came across the man's folder, pulling up the video of him at the U.A. Practical. She clicked play and gestured for Monoma to watch, which she did.
And by god, was it something.
The man had a weird suitcase on his person that he somehow transformed into a suit of highly advanced and mechanized armor, flying over the fake urban city and amassing villain points by the bootstrap. He even exited the armor to talk to another test taker wearing glasses, the suit standing around, empty.
"That was one of his earlier designs," Vlad Queen spoke gruffly, "He has made improvements since then, able to wear his suit in seconds."
"How can he improve it?! That looks to be impossible!" the blond shouted in surprise, her worldview crumbling around her like a house of cards. "I need to reassess my stance and talk to him. Do you think he's still in the building?"
"Maybe? I don't know, Monoma, but you can try the Support Department. I've heard rumors from Power Loader that he and another student are close, strictly as friends, I must stress," Kan corrected herself, putting her head down as she continued to grade the homework. "Good luck trying to meet him."
Monoma gave a committed hum of acknowledgement before she jogged her way to the Support Department, knocking before entering to see a pink-haired student with cross-like irises talking to a green-haired man, the both of them neck-deep in conversation.
"Do you really need to install JARVIS in here? I can take care of myself," the pink-haired student argued, a pout on her face.
The man shook his head, readjusting his sunglasses (why was he wearing one indoors?) as he countered, "Hatsume, I can't count the number of times you've caused or nearly caused an explosion. This is just a safety precaution. And besides, pretty soon you'll be able to work on your babies after school, for a maximum of three hours."
"True…" she relented, her pout dissipating a bit.
Something seemed to remind the man to the blond's presence as he turned around and faced her, muttering to himself as he greeted, "Hello, Monoma. Are you here to get some support gear?"
"How did he get my name?" she thought to herself before responding, "Uh, yeah, sure." This wasn't her original plan, but if this man really was a genius then surely he could make her support gear, which was an impossible task. She was gonna kill two birds with one stone by making him seem inept, and then maybe she could someone higher up that he didn't belong in the heroine course and that he belonged in (at best) Gen Ed.
"Okay, I have some time. Do you want Hatsume or myself to help you with?" the man asked as he tapped in a pattern on the glowing device on his sternum, somehow materializing out of thin air a gun-looking device with a green electricity at the top. He tapped a few buttons as he held the gun, seemingly placated with his findings.
"You, if you don't mind," Monoma requested. She was sure the woman would be able to build her some stopwatches to track her copied quirks, but she wanted to see the man crash and burn like the unintelligent beast he must be.
"Follow me," he said as he shot the gun, a green portal forming in front of them, shocking Monoma as she watched him enter through. After seeing the casualness of the man and the other student, she decided to calm herself as she entered the portal behind him. They emerged in a laboratory, with gadgets and the like decorating the walls. There was a large computer in the corner with a medium-sized crate next to it. The walls and floors were made of stone or maybe marble, it having a sheen to it because of the overhead fluorescent lights. "Before you ask, just call me Midoriya," he said as he activated the finger scanner on the crate, it expanding and showing a visual keypad. He typed in a 16-digit code before it bloomed even further, a plethora of tools flying past the glass display. "What's your quirk, by the way?"
Monoma had pride for her power as she answered, "It's called Copy. As the name suggests I can copy and utilize any quirk when I make physical contact with another woman, but only for a limited time. Do you need me to delve into the specifics?" Neiyo asked, wanting to keep a few secrets for the Sports Festival.
"How much physical contact do you need?" he inquired, setting up a new project labeled "Monoma - Copy."
"A few strands of hair is all I need for it to work."
"Okay, that gives me a ton of information. You can copy emitter, transformation, and mutant-type quirks for how long?" Midoriya asked, making a ring-shaped construct on screen.
"For now? About five minutes, though it resets if I touch the original woman of the quirk."
"Amazing. I wish I had that. Well, I already have an idea on how to fix your time limit. How do you feel about rings?" the man asked, tilting his head backwards to face her.
Monoma thought for a moment before she answered with, "I don't mind them, why?"
"Do you have any quirks you like already? Not counting pro heroines, by the way."
"Well, there is a woman in my class named Tetsutetsu that has a transformation-type quirk called Steel. Why though?"
"I swear I'll explain in due time, but do you have her number?" Midoriya asks.
"Yeah, I'm in a big group chat with her, but why…?"
"We're going to need her blood."
After contacting this Tetsutetsu woman and pleading with her to get a sample of her blood, Midoriya poured the vial into the SIF, telling the fabricator to make a ring out of it. They waited for a while before FRIDAY alerted them that was finished, the green-haired inventor taking out a simple-looking silverish red ring and saying, "Put this on. Hopefully it works."
Monoma began to put it on her left hand as she asked, "Hopefully what works—Oh my god," she muttered as she finally understood: He made a ring out of Tetsutetsu's blood for her to wear, allowing her constant access to the other's quirk. She activated Steel in her right arm, the skin and everything turning into the reflective metal. "It works?! Oh my god, it works!"
"You like it?" Midoriya asked, shelving the project for now, as the Sports Festival was soon underway.
"I love it! You really are a genius! How'd you come up with this?" Neiyo asked, turning various parts of her body into steel, feeling the timer for the quirk keep resetting due to being in constant contact.
"Well, as soon as you said that all it takes is a few strands of hair I thought to myself what other bodily materials would work; and the first one that came to me was blood. It was really an educated guess that it'd work, however, but one that paid off. If it didn't work out I would've made friendship bracelets out of Tetsutetsu's hair, as that would've worked without question," he revealed his thought process.
"Midoriya, you have done something no other woman could do for me. What do you want in return, if it's within my powers, of course?" Monoma asked, making a determined fist with her left hand that had the Blood Ring on it.
"Hmm, how about tell your friends I'm legit?" he suggested before taking a swig from his flask, which was full of soda.
"Pardon? That's all you want?"
"BELCH! Believe me, that'd be-that'd be plenty, Monoma—BURP!," he managed to get out. "I'm tired of constantly proving myself, so-so getting a whole classroom in believing in me will be a life-saver," he explained, putting away his flask into his back pocket. "Can you do that?"
Monoma nodded appreciatively, "I can do that, Midoriya," she promised to the man.
"Good, now where do you live?" he asked as he took out his portal gun, a relieved look in his eyes.
"I miss having sex with you, master," Desiree said as she pet her master's curly green hair. She and her master were on his bed at his mother's house. His head was on her cold lap, resting from the tribulations he had went through today.
"I miss it too, Desiree, I miss it too," he agreed, wishing to smell her human form once more, as she smelled like vanilla or caramel, something sweet. "I just wish I could wish again," he lamented. "Sometimes I wish I never met Doctor Strange, otherwise I would've never found out and I could've been happy with you."
"Oh master!" she teared, giving him an awkward hug from her position. "I'm sorry that I mutilated your soul."
"It's fine, my dear," he assured. "You didn't know, at least not completely. You're not like a regular genie…that's it. That would totally work!" Izuku suddenly shouted, picking up his head from Desiree's cold lap. "I know how to fix this!" he said as he tapped on his NTC and pulled out his portal gun, shooting a portal to his Secret Lab. He and his sex genie went through, emerging on the other side in his workshop area.
"How, master? Mister Strange told us to never wish again unless we wanted to damage your soul again," she reminded her master.
"What if we could change how your magic is fueled? If we could change that then we could make wishes and have sex again," he said as he went over to his supercomputer and put on his Interdimensional Goggles, scouring infinite elseworlds for the world in question.
"But how would you do that? That's more magic than science, sugar, something you're not yet proficient in."
"We need a genie, and luckily, I found us a genie lamp," he said, taking off the goggles with a grin on his face.
"Legitimate genie lamps are hard to find, master. How are you sure this one is for real?" Desiree asked, intrigued by her master's antics.
"Because this is Disney's Aladdin, a world with a working genie lamp in the Cave of Wonders," Midoriya explained, keying in the location/reality into his portal gun. "Follow me, my dear," he lightly ordered, opening a portal to the place in question. On the other side was sand walls and sand everywhere, not forgetting there was enough riches here to buy out any country in the world. Rubies, sapphires, diamonds, emeralds, gold, all there in abundance and in different shapes and sizes, just begging to be touched. "Don't touch anything, Desiree. If you do you'll cause this place to collapse in on itself," Izuku warned, walking confidently to the genie lamp, which was on a sand pedestal. He grabbed it carefully as he portaled them back to his Secret Lab, it being the safest place to do it. "You ready, my dear?"
"Always, master."
"Then let's let him out," Midoriya said as he rubbed the genie lamp. It began to glow a bright red from all surfaces as it floated out of his hands, it making noises that vaguely sounded like laughing. A red spark of energy shot out the tip of the lamp, exploding into a crimson fireworks display. It continued to shoot out more fireworks until it released a shroud of dark blue and pink clouds, a large figure coming out of it while stretching dramatically while making noise. He had blue skin with yellow wrist cuffs on his wrists with a black goatee and a tuft of hair on his bald head, wearing no clothes except a red cloth that wrapped around where his waist would be if it didn't end in a tail, much like Desiree.
"Oi!" he shouted as he grasped the back of his neck in amazement. "Ten thousand years will give ya such a crick in the neck!" he complained. "It's good to be free from that prison! What's your name?" the genie asked, pointing the end of his tail, which now looked like a microphone, to Midoriya's mouth.
"Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya," he said his name backwards, to not confuse the genie.
"Izuku, that's a good name, not that I'd never heard it before. And who's she? Another genie or something or the other?" the genie asked as he pointed to Desiree. "Eh, it doesn't matter much! My name's, well, that's a secret, Izuku. Just call me the Genie, or something to that effect."
"Okay, Genie. I wish for my sex genie's magic to work without harming my soul," he immediately wished, hoping it'd work.
"Woah woah! That's a doozy of a wish, my friend! Before I grant it, do you mind bringing me up to speed?" the Genie asked, confusion written all over his face.
Midoriya Izuku took a deep breath before he started to explain, "Earlier this year I found a sex genie, which is her by the way, her name's Desiree," he began, pointing to his sex genie who then gave an excited wave. "She's able to grant any sexually-related wish I want, infinitely," he held up a hand, stopping the Genie from asking questions. "We found out later from a magical doctor that every time I make a wish, it subtracts a portion of my soul. With the help of my tech and the doctor's help, we managed to repair and rejuvenate my soul with a Philosopher's Stone. Now we just want to have sex and grant wishes again, which is why we need you."
"Me?" the Genie asked, pointing to himself. "You think I can fix it, don't you?" They nodded, making the Genie smile, "Well you're right! As long as it's not raising the dead, meddling with love, or asking me to kill someone, anything is within my powers! So, say it one more time and I have to grant it," the Genie said, making a theatrical showing by causing lightning to spark between his hands like a certain demigod.
"Genie, I wish for my sex genie's magic to work without harming my soul or anyone else's," he wished.
"And away we go!" the Genie said as he slapped his hands together, extinguishing the lightning and then shooting a ray of energy at Desiree and Midoriya with his fingertips. It struck true, making them freeze from the inside out for a second before immediately heating up to almost uncomfortable levels before it finally stopped, leaving them panting for breath. The Genie merely blew away the smoke emanating from his fingertips as he made a showing of putting away a gun. "And it's done! How do you guys feel?"
"Wow, I feel that my magic is different!" Desiree said excitedly, "And I can feel my master's aura more potently than before."
Midoriya nodded in agreement, "It does feel different, more there, if that makes sense."
The Genie nodded his head explaining, "I made it so that your sex genie's magic stems from the universe, so she can only grant wishes with how much magic is in the air around her. It's still sexual-based, and the bigger the wish the more magic it takes from your surroundings. I imagine your magical doctor friend does the same, kind of. So Master, what's your next two wishes?"
"Wait, let's do this somewhere else," Midoriya stopped them, opening a portal with his portal gun back to Aladdin's universe. The three of them went through, on the surface this time, which was quite sandy in all directions. The sun was high overhead, making the only human sweat. "For my second wish, I wish for you to be free."
"What?!" the Genie shouted before he felt a new sensation, a feeling he had never felt before: His wrist cuffs coming off. It came off his blue skin, freeing him from having to wish for others. "Izuku, thank you!"
"You're welcome. For my last and final wish, I wish that you had my remaining wish," Midoriya wished.
"I…I have no words. In my time, I have granted 1,001 wishes, and I have seen them end poorly 1,001 times. Making a wish comes with a price, and that is why I will never use this wish," the Genie declared, flying high above them before spawning luggage and a Goofy hat, wearing a Hawaiian-themed button-up shirt. "It's been nice to help you and Desiree out, but I have to see the world! So long, my friends!" the Genie farewelled before leaving in a hurry, becoming a speck in the sky.
"Master, why did you wish to free him instead of me?" she asked, feeling a bit hurt over his choice.
"Because his magic comes at a cost, Desiree. It may not rear its ugly head immediately, but it would've been disastrous to wish like that," Midoriya explained himself, "I'm sure he'll face the consequences of my wishing sooner or later. And besides, with your new way of wishing I'm sure we can wish for you to be human and freed, but first," he opened a portal back to his Secret Lab, specifically his bedroom, "I wish you were human again."
She felt the magic building up around her, but this time it felt external instead of internal, as if it came from the air around her. "So you have wished it, so it shall be!" she chanted, watching as the magic came from thin air and cover her, head to toe. She felt herself being a human again, for the first time in a long while. "Yay! I'm human again, master!" she celebrated, pulling him in for a boobie hug, which meant pushing his head into her massive bosom. He took a big sniff at her smell, which was akin to vanilla or caramel, and he immediately relaxed. He then scooped her up into a bridal carry, the both of them giggling that they could do this again as he carried her to his bedroom, fully intent on ravaging her.
He threw her on the bed, Desiree bouncing a couple times as he then kissed her on the lips, the two's tongue finding each other immediately like long lost lovers. The two swapped spit for minutes on end, relishing being intimate with each other once more before the woman pulled away, finding the hurt puppy dog eyes from her master adorable. She then began trailing kisses from his lips, to his neck, past his collarbone, down his torso, until she got to her prize: His groin. She practically ripped the clothing away from her precious cock, which was rock hard from their passionate makeout session. It was reddish purple and engorged with blood, a bead of precum begging to let loose and flow down the meat tower. She licked it up like a good little slut, loving the taste due to an earlier wish.
Desiree repeated the motion of licking it, from the balls all the way up to his sensitive tip. He moaned and groaned from her ministrations, placing a guiding hand on her head, encouraging her from licking it like a lollipop to then taking it into her mouth. It was wet, warm, and tight inside, and he loved every second of it. She went up and down with her mouth, deepthroating his cock with nary an effort, making a loud gluck gluck gluck noise in the process. "Desiree, let's switch positions," Midoriya suddenly suggested, and in no time they were sixty-nining each other, with Izuku licking and penetrating her cunt with his expert tongue and fingers. It smelled good and made his head go fuzzy, licking up her unique love nectar as he played with her pussy.
It was such a good job, and with her being sex-free for so long, that she immediately cummed her brains out, squirting all over his face, making her feel embarrassed. He took it in stride as he continued to pleasure her, with Desiree going back to sucking his dick. After a couple of secret techniques he finally couldn't take it anymore as he warned, "I'm gonna cum!"
His fuck mate took heed and plunged her face all the way down his cock, feeling his rich, thick, and creamy cum rush straight down her throat, unable to savor it as it bypassed her tongue. He pumped out a series of ten times, each one as strong as the last before it began to tribble out. They both took a moment to catch their breath, Midoriya shifting positions on the bed so that his sex genie was in the cowgirl position. He angled his shiny, lubed cock at her honeypot of a cunt before she descending onto it with no preamble.
Izuku hilted inside of her almost immediately, their breath getting stuck in their throat from the pure pleasure they were both feeling. Neither knew who started to move, but eventually they were moving in a rhythm, meeting each other's thrusts and rutting into each other. "You feel so fucking tight, Desiree!"
"And you feel so rock-hard, master!" she praised, using kegel exercises to squeeze her pussy walls around her master's cock.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, latching onto one of her tits with his mouth, suckling on it like a newborn baby. Unsurprisingly no milk came out, but they nonetheless enjoyed the sensation as they fucked into each other like animals.
After a while Midoriya felt his natural trigger about to fire as he plunged deep into her pussy, going balls-deep in her cunt as he let out his potent seed, filling her womb with his cum. Slick with sweat and tired from the marathon sex they had, the two partners collapsed into each other, with Desiree kissing her master's body. "Best," she kissed his torso around his right nipple, "master," she then kissed his collarbone, "ever," she finished by kissing his lips, their tongues coming out and intermingling with one another.
"Glad you think so, my dear," he replied when he got a breathful of air, trying to catch his breath from their recent rut. "Worth the wait?"
"Of course, master," Desiree replied immediately, no hesitation in her tone of voice. "Let's never go that long without sex ever again."
"Agreed."