Hey, guys. This is BD with another chapter of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Cardin receives important news from Saiko on their plans with Hitoshi and Ruby. Meanwhile, the perverted duo, Denki and Minoru, try their luck again on obtaining Mirko's used leotard. Next, Izuku and Blake share another passionate moment but both question the genuineness of their love. Then, Glynda fears that the SRP might be compromised and she and the group are taking preventive measures to keep that from happening. Misadventures, mishaps, and hijinks continue. Enjoy! Feel free to comment and/or follow and subscribe!
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}
It was a phone call that woke Cardin out of a sound sleep. He cursed under his breath the moment he sat up to figure out the bastard that couldn't wait until morning. He shuffled to find the light switch, reminding him that he wasn't at his apartment but a seedy motel in the sticks which was miles away from civilization.
Pressing the switch on, he cleared his throat as he reached for his cell phone, which was hanging from the charger. Focusing his eyes on the phone, the caller was identified as unknown.
"Shit!" He immediately pulled away the covers and jumped out of bed. Fumbling to find his clothes, the half-naked blond managed to find his pants to put on and then his slippers before stumbling out the door.
"She must have intel." It would be no one other than Saiko who would be calling from an outside line. Honestly, no one else other than Saiko would have his real number, or at least the number he uses whenever he is visiting Japan. Even teammates such as Sky and Dove didn't have his real number. Not that he didn't trust them but couldn't trust them. His line of work didn't exactly garnered friendship and the ones he attained were eyeing the same prize as he was. Being Saiko's second-in-command was like being the CFO of a Fortune 500 company — everyone was eyeing that spot if there were ways to fill in the slot.
He didn't want nothing to chance by using his burner phone he left in the car. It was good enough that Saiko didn't have any friends in this area, let alone anyone who would want to ally themselves with her. In her words, keep everything as vanilla as possible as soon as the taste becomes bitter, then all has been spoiled.
There have been rumors about an investigation being compiled on their group as a whole. They were afraid that there might be a snake in the grass. Being the operation that they were, there were going to be a fink or two. But, still, Saiko wanted to keep things careful thus communication was key, so treading lightly without arousing suspicion from the police or the feds.
Yet again, it was lonely at the top, a creed that Saiko adopted, which in return, he too adopted and adapted. And speaking of adaptation, he was thankful that he recalled a phone booth at the office lobby when he checked in earlier that evening.
He looked at his watch, a little after two in the morning. He gauged the area in case of prying eyes or ears. He entered the booth, keeping his back against the wall, trying his best to eye as much as he could in that tiny metal box. Grabbing some quarters in his pocket he obtained from playing pachinko earlier, he put the coins in the slot.
He tapped the phone as the line trilled. This had to be serious if Saiko couldn't wait until morning to report the news.
The line finally clicked. "You've made it, good. Took you long enough. You're normally more persistent than that," Saiko commented.
Typical Saiko — not a hello, a how-do-you-do, or a typical what's up. Something the blond has learned to get used to over the years so there were no hard feelings.
"C'mon, Sai. Suspense is nothing more than a build up to the climax," he said, chuckling at his own anecdote.
"Amazing how a little vacation in the sticks got you a bit comfortable, Cardie boy?!"
Cardin swallowed the lump in his throat. Gripping the phone, he bowed apologetically. "Forgive me, Mistress."
A groan was heard from her throat, which was followed by a sigh. "Anywho, I just wanted to report that the blonde, skinny girl had finally paid her dues to our little social club."
An answer to his prayers as he felt that was a load off his mind. "She finally paid her dues."
"Yep, even enough to provide for our boosters," she said chuckling. "Our supporters did a great job convincing her of the importance of paying dues as her contributions keep our establishment functioning and even a few coins missing could derail our operation."
Cardin was there, watching from afar when he gave them the okay to kick the door in. Melissa was held at knifepoint by Dove as Sky tied her up to a chair. Cardin told them no casualties and definitely no assaults — physical or sexual as it leaves a trail. However, he did let them know that it could get there if she didn't provide the money that she owed them.
He watched in delight as the gaijin pissed herself and promised them that she would provide the money. Cardin gave them the okay to leave. Good to know that their name continued to ring fear onto others.
"Okay," he said as he cleared his throat. Fetching a cigarette out of his pocket, he grabbed a lighter and proceeded to light the cancerstick. "With our dues collected, no need to ask for donations?"
It was amazing how much a little chunk of change can make anyone talk. The waitress at the diner didn't waste any time providing him the info of the new camp in town — Camp Yaoyorozu. The folks in the village were already growing frustrated with the change of camps, particularly with the reputation each one carried.
'We're a peaceful town. We're gettin' sick of these pop-up camps that could barely last a season.'
'They think just 'cause we're a small town that we ain't gonna meddle in. There are more eyes on this town than there needs to be.'
Not only did she provide directions to the camp, she even drew it — pinpointing unmarked access roads used by the locals during the rainy season for farming.
'I don't know yer business here, city slicker, but I can tell yer here with a purpose.'
"No need to ask for donations but we do have a booster that does have business with that 'friend' of yours from back home."
"Her?"
"Uh-huh!" A pregnant pause took place, which gave the blond enough time to reach for another smoke. "Got a booster who has taken special interest in that gem. So much so that they don't mind contributing to our organization if they were in possession of that gem."
"For what reason?"
"What reason?" Saiko was taken aback. "Have you gone soft on me, Cardin? Granted, I knew with the fairer sex you have always been soft, sporting Jell-O."
"What does my personal preferences have to do with my questioning," retorted Cardin before humbling himself. "With respect, Mistress."
Saiko cackled from the receiver. It often irked the blond that he could be true to himself in front of his mistress but sports a mask in front of others. Why would anyone respect the leader of team CRDL, the right hand man of Saiko, and the successor of the Winchester dynasty if they knew his true image? It was something he couldn't afford to lose.
"All I am saying is, do you know this booster? Does he or she say who they say they are?"
"Sounds like fear."
"No sugar in this tank," he retorted. "You, out of all people, know our creed, who we are after: shysters, shylocks, fanooks, goomahs, loan sharks, country club golf hustlers who chase after dentists for a few bucks. People we can run over without repercussions."
"You're saying the mutt is more powerful than you think?"
"No!" He blurted. "What I'm saying is, is the risk we face worth the reward?"
"Let's say that we, too, have graduated and it is time to venture and stake into new ground," she responded. "These are one of those good kinds of problems."
Cardin tried to keep his composure. He had already said some words that could possibly trigger someone to listen in on their conversation. He decided he needed to shorten the call as much as possible. "What is my task?"
"In the morning, go and survey the site. When you see sights of the gem, excavate and then follow up with me when you have the gem in your possession," said Saiko. "Meanwhile, I'll have our people make the booster nice and comfortable as we discuss our issues regarding distribution of funds."
"So you're saying that the booster hasn't even funded us?"
"First rule of business: 'got to speculate in order to accumulate.'"
"I'll have to trust you, Mistress. Still a risky move to be honest."
"You just have to be sure to have the gem in your possession as soon as possible and if you're lucky, then we'll talk about the exact split," retorted Saiko. "Are you sure everything is alright, Cardin? It is very aberrant of you questioning my orders."
"A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus," replied Cardin. "You know I won't do anything that is out of line or out of your favor, Mistress. We've invested too much time in our enterprise to be where we are. All I am saying is, is it worth the risk?"
"Leave the enterprise to me, Cardin. We are partners, yes, but who's name do people see first?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"We'll speak again soon. Be sure to survey the site as soon as possible," said Saiko. "We'll be in touch."
He placed the phone back on the hook. After checking the slot for change, which wasn't any, he stepped out of the booth. He inhaled the mountain air sharply, staring at the desolate scene in front of him. Rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, his work would begin now.
About an hour later….
Cardin was packed and ready to go. He would need to go to the local feed store and pick up some camping gear. He knew better than to carry any debit or credit cards in case of being traced. Everything was in cash.
Even at this hotel he was under an assumed identity. Cardin to a select few, Takami Nishimura to the rest of society. And why not, he could play the role of a half-French, half-Japanese individual who was raised in Europe and frequented Japan on holiday. Plus, he did speak perfect Japanese. He tried his best to conceal himself with the Kangol cap and face mask. It didn't matter to the hotel clerk whether or not the teen was good as long as the cash he was carrying was good. The blessing of being safety conscious in the land of the rising sun.
Speaking of its inhabitants, Cardin left some money for his company of the night. Enough money for him to procure a cab and get some breakfast. The name didn't matter, what he did didn't matter — just a stranger he picked up at a bar after wanting some drinks. It wasn't hard for Cardin to get him into his possession. In his eyes, he was a handsome blond gaijin.
Finishing the cigarette from earlier, he flicked it into the night and grabbed his backpack to head downstairs to his SUV. The drive to the campsite would take about an hour if he took the backroads.
As he approached the parking lot, he noticed someone standing in front of his GMC Suburban, leaning against the driver side door.
"Any business of you being next to my Suburban?" Cardin questioned, raising a brow and slowly edging for his knife in his back pocket.
The raven-haired woman with purple and pink streaks in her hair laid her eyes toward him. She appeared unfazed, unmoved by his questioning. She chuckled as she too produced a cigarette out of her army fatigue pants. "I would like to say the same thing myself." She flicked the lighter but was having difficulty getting a light. "Shit, I am out! Can you be a dear and spare a light, please?"
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't have to force you off my vehicle?" Cardin asked, pulling out his switchblade.
The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes, rubbing the top of the mirror. "Nice Chevy! I can tell that you keep this vehicle clean. Have to keep a clean vehicle with your line of work." She managed to get a light and lit the cigarette. "Dirty gloves doesn't always mean clean hands."
"What is that supposed to mean?" He arched an eyebrow.
"Don't bullshit me, boy. I've been doing work long enough before you start growing hairs in your chest." She took another puff of her cigarette. "Unlike you, I won't beat around the bush." She then laid her eyes onto him. "Whatever you're doing, whatever you're looking for, back off."
The response prompted Cardin to chuckle. "Oh yeah, I remember you. You're the hag from the diner." He took another look at the stranger, observing her from top to bottom. "That's right. The waitress says you frequent the place like a scraggly dog looking for scraps. The one that reeks of piss and cigarettes and looks like you have been awake for like a week. Marui, right?"
"Funny, especially since that very waitress couldn't even keep a dog, let alone keep a bone buried long enough without gathering worms." Marui retorted, keeping the same smile she carried. "But yeah, that's me." She took another puff of her cigarette. "The same scraggly dog that is warning you to back off."
"And where in the hell do you think I'm going? And why in the fuck does it pertains to you?"
"Just saying, kiddo. You might not like what you'll see if you don't heed my warning."
The blond raised his switchblade in the air. More so of a scare plus he didn't want to catch her disease or whatever the homeless were carrying.
"You've got a heart, huh?" Marui sucked in her teeth, displaying how unmoved she was of him. She nodded to herself as she took another smoke. "A man with a lot to prove." She chuckled. "Dealt with plenty of guys like you. Even slept with a few. But in the end, it was always the same — getting shortchanged. Underneath that tough exterior is always a little boy trapped in the closet."
"Who are you calling a [redacted], you homeless bitch?" Cardin blurted out to her.
Marui continued smiling, exposing all of her teeth. "Wow! Talk about projection."
"The only thing you're going to project is for the paramedics to check your pulse."
"You wouldn't be the first to have threatened violence. What you need to think to yourself if you want the last remaining portion of your life to be a lie." Marui cracked her neck and took another puff of her cigarette. "And for the record, there wasn't anything in that sentence in which I called you a '[redacted].' It was more of a figure of speech, if you will."
"Words trigger action. Better be careful on what you say to people," responded Cardin.
"And just like arsenal, words too can trigger blanks," she retorted. She took one final drag before flicking away into the darkness. "Do you read the bible?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer the question. Do you read the word of God?"
"What in the fuck does God have to do with this?"
"All I asked was did you read."
The blond cursed under his breath. "A bit. Don't really believe in the Abrahamic God. I'm more of a pagan."
"Fair enough," she responded. "So, with that, you know you can pick up a book or a newspaper and read it and look at it as utter bullshit," she said. "I can pick up the bible, view it as ninety-percent bullshit and find it entertaining."
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"Let me finish." She touched her chest. "I, for one, can read the bible because I find it entertaining. Like St. John the Baptist being sold out by the king for some pussy to end up with his head on a platter. Or, when Jesus was being snaked by one of his own disciples for some money.
"Oh, this one is my favorite! The story in which a pharaoh's wife offered Joseph to sleep with her and he turned it down, only to be lied on and was told that he tried to rape her." She clapped her hands. "That's entertainment!"
She leaned off the car and approached the blond teen. Cardin was stunned. She swiped the blade from his hand, along with the lighter.
"But there is that ten percent that does speak the truth. And within the ten percent is the line, 'warning comes before destruction.'" She placed the switchblade in her pocket and used the lighter to light another cigarette.
"While I am being a gentlewoman about it, I'm telling you that if you go where I think you're going, you may not like what you'll find where I think you're going," she retorted as she reached over and lightly slapped his cheek.
Cardin bit in his lip, making sure his facade remained unmoved. "If that's how you want to foresee ourselves, then wear it in health." He pulled the cigarette out of her mouth, took a puff and blew it back in her face.
"No doubt," responded Marui. "You want it one way, but it's the other way. You have a very good day, Car-din Win-ches-ter!"
Marui tipped her beret and proceeded heading toward the hotel office. Cardin turned around. "Oi! How do you know my name?"
The woman paused in her tracks. She turned around to face the blond teen. "The man who can keep a secret may be wise, but he is not half as wise as the man with no secrets to keep. A secret is most valuable when it remains a secret. Sometimes it's our secrets that define us." She tipped her hat again and headed toward the office entrance.
The blond cursed under his breath. He bit into his lip and sucked as much as he could. As if this wasn't the first person to have threatened him. He reached into his pockets for keys. Grabbing the key fob to unlock the door, he went inside and tossed his backpack in the back seat. The ignition was turned on and he shifted the gear into reverse.
"Sometimes it's our secrets that define us."
"Tch! Like that fucking bitch knows who I am or what I do," he said as he shifted the car into drive. The sound of gravel filled the night as he drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway. When he checked in the center mirror, his eyes laid on Marui as she waved at him. Nothing would better soothe him than to back into her but he played it calm. He was on a mission and that mission was to obtain Ruby.
"I am a man. Let anyone know I'm ready to step to anybody. I am a man…I am a man!"
Meanwhile….
In Denki's sixteen years of life, he knew that he was going to face peril. It was the process of growing up. The old saying, a bit of childhood trauma builds character, reigned supreme in his troubled mind. Especially when there was a certain grapeheaded pervert perpetuating the trouble.
Minoru wanted to try again. From his point of view, they received just a warning. Worst thing happening to him was no longer being housed with him.
Sporting his UA gym attire, Denki snuck out of his cabin and met with Minoru in the woods. Unsure it was a fortunate coincidence or an omen but Minoru's cabin was literally feet away from his cabin.
"Took you long enough." The first words that sputtered out of Minoru's mouth.
"I'm surprised you can speak after what Yang did to you about her photo," said Denki.
So, that wasn't the worst thing that happened to him. Half the time, Minoru didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. During dinner, he boasted to Denki and a few others about having a photo of him and Yang in a compromising position. Doubting, Denki didn't believe it until he showed the photo.
If only he should have done it in a much more private place.
A large reddened handprint, seared across Minoru's cheek was evident of Yang's wrath. That and a now-cracked cell phone. Two weeks into summer vacation and the only physical contact he has had with women was assaultive.
"Xellos and Hisoka just passed not too long ago." The dwarf looked at his watch. "We have about an hour before they trek this area again."
"Thought Rin was covering this shift."
"Rin covered the first leg and right now, his third leg is filling in for someone else."
"Wow!" Denki rolled his eyes. It wouldn't be Minoru without an innuendo here or there. "Will that become an issue?"
"No! Aizawa-sensei sleeps like a log on a rock and Ms. Joke is there guarding him more than she is guarding Hitoshi," responded Minoru. "Besides, that isn't her daughter."
"Fair enough." Denki stuck out his tongue as he reached for his flashlight. Minoru reached into his pocket and unfolded the blueprints to the main house.
"Thanks to my plug, the hours between four and six are the dead hours."
"Dead hours?"
"Meaning there wouldn't be anyone patrolling or taking a stroll," responded Minoru. "The Support Department typically leaves after eight in the evening, usually tossing the laundry into the chute for the next shift to sort and clean, which is usually around six in the morning. Thanks to some intel, Mirko really put up a sweat and has run through more clothes than red lights and Trump indictments."
"You're a real pillar of the community, aren't you?"
"Anyway…with no one watching the area, we have ample time to go through and sneak into the basement where the laundry room is located." Minoru spread the sheet as Denki held the flashlight to see the map. "There is a cellar door that has a rusty lock. Wouldn't take anything to kick in and step inside. Down the stairs will be a narrow hallway that would lead us to the laundry chute. Now, be mindful that the laundry area is big and will be filled with various sorts of baskets from us." He greedily rubbed his hands, just the thought of gathering more than he could chew excited him. It definitely went without notice from his perverted friend-in-arms.
"Jesus, Minoru. Pitching a tent and we aren't even there yet."
"Early bird gets the worm. Besides, why are you looking down there anyway, buddy?"
"..."
"Just be mindful we're pitching for the same team, okay friend?"
"I'll keep that in mind, guy!"
"The plug wasn't particularly sure of which chute but one of those baskets will contain the holiest of holies." He nodded to himself as he held onto Denki's shoulder. "The hentai gods are giving us another chance and we need to take advantage while the window is open."
"Guess we don't have a choice," said the electric blond. "Apparently yesterday was nothing more than a slap on the wrist."
"We don't quit at halftime, buddy," retorted the grapeheaded dwarf. "We don't score until we score."
"You're a fool but I am a fool for joining you…so we might as well be fools together."
"That's the spirit," said Minoru, displaying a cheeky grin. "Denki, the gateway to heaven awaits."
"More like a gateway to hell," muttered Denki under his breath.
"What was that?" Minoru kept his eyes shut as he smiled. His fist was wrapped. "What was that again?"
Nervously, he replied. "Nothing! Nothing!"
"Good," he said.
Minoru still hit him anyway.
"Ouch!"
About a few minutes later….
Minoru held the flashlight as Denki used his foot to kick open the rusty cellar door. Just as Minoru's plug said, it worked. Still, suspicion was on his mind on the origin of this plug and their association with Minoru. Of course, there were people out there who barter goods in lieu of money but only for pairs of panties?
He wanted to trust his partner but felt that Minoru wasn't exactly telling the entire truth. He knew this type of work was risky business and one should be weary on who one relay information. In his opinion, that plug had to be one of their classmates. The major question was who.
Minoru handed the flashlight back to Denki. With the electric blond being taller, he had better clearance with vigilance. Just as the plug said as they descended down the stairs — a narrow hallway.
"The laundry room is straight down the hall," said Minoru in a softer voice. "And the plug knows that the door will be unlocked."
"Does the Support Department use this pathway for anything?"
"Supply closet is here. Other than that, nothing else."
The electric blond shrugged his shoulders as he followed the dwarf down the hall. This was too easy. There was no way that gathering access to the site didn't arouse any suspicion or ruffle feathers. There had to be a camera or listening device somewhere. Then again, if that was the case, Minoru's contact would have gathered that info. A part of him worried. And if it was like last time, then there was certainly a catcher in the rye.
As soon as they pushed through the doors, they saw rows and rows of laundry hampers next to washing machines and dryers.
"We're in," said Minoru. He looked at his watch. "We've at least 45 mins."
"I thought we were good between four and six."
"Did you forget? We're gonna have people that will come and prep."
"Not one time did you mention that."
"Does Aizawa-sensei walk into the classroom when class starts. I just assume you would already know that."
Denki clicked his tongue. "Just go and find her leotard, dude. I'm gonna keep watch just in case."
"Good deal," said Minoru, rubbing his hands like a kid in a candy store. "We'll take turns every 10 minutes."
"Oi!" Denki watched as Minoru used the map to determine which chute would belong to Mirko.
As the grapeheaded dwarf partook, the teen examined the area. He was actually keeping an eye on any doors that could possibly lead to an escape route or if anyone would enter. Just as Minoru said, members of the Support Department would probably want an early start and the teen didn't want anything to chance. He knew if there was a breach, then quick thinking of an exit strategy was definitely plausible.
If he could recall, most older buildings such as this would have a service elevator or at least a dumbwaiter for laundry pickup. So, he knew either of those would have to work as a possible escape route.
In a nearby laundry hamper, a pair of legs rose from the surface.
"Bwah!" Minoru spouted as he began spitting. "Word of advice. Never mesh my stench with Aoyama's or Kirishima's. Smells like stinky cheese from one of those French restaurants."
"Gross!" Denki spat out. As Minoru tried another chute, the electric blond eyed an area that felt like it needed exploring. Reading the nearby sign saying laundry maintenance, he knew that the back door exit was probably the best solution for a stealthy retreat. Pushing through the doors, his eyes laid across an industrial heating enclosure, a furnace.
"This must be the janitor's back office." Denki chuckled to himself. So, he was somewhat right to deduce his reasoning for exploring the area. And just as he said, there was an exit. "Great!" He rubbed his hands. Seeing that it was close to being past 10 minutes, he didn't mind changing shifts with Minoru.
"So it's cute when you take a boy against their will, tie them up, and expect the unknown?"
"Involving little boys and doing things without the parent's consent. How is it any different? You always say life isn't fair, correct?"
"Nani?!" Denki heard noises coming from the vent above the flat top counter.
"As if a hikikomori wanted to get the chance of getting blue waffles or Alaskan king crabs. Yet again, why not? After all, they're used to getting the burnt ends of the stick anyway."
"That sounds like Professor Goodwitch."
"And before you double back to me about virgins, that Mineta fellow was eyeing Rumi to the point he would blow his wad in those already crusty, urinated drawers."
"Ouch!" Denki rubbed his shoulder, feeling the burn on what their teachers truly thought of Minoru. "This here is going right in the vault. Don't wait to destroy anymore of his fantasies!"
"Sensei, Tatsuma, please stop. Moe's right. Sensei, we all know that you and Tatsuma have an uneasy relationship. Be that as it may, she is very important to the program and your cooperation with each other is very important."
"That is definitely Kayama-sensei for sure."
He carefully climbed onto the counter, trying not to make a sound. His wandering eye was staring at an obstruction. Upon further observation, he noticed slender creamy legs. Then alongside that were more sets of legs.
"I don't know about you guys but there is a hot cinnamon roll that is literally in our grasp and for the taking. I wouldn't even be here knowing there is a cute bunny rabbit to jump his bones. And please believe when I say I am going to make him sing every note until he can't come without saying my name."
"Holy Esdeath!" The electric blond whispered. "Mirko!?"
A set of creamy milk chocolate legs was standing only inches away from him. So much so that he could smell the bittersweet fragrance of sweat and perfume, confirming what Minoru already told him about her. The dwarf would be in utter disbelief — while in search of the heavenly garments, heaven itself was literally standing right in front of him.
"We can't function as a group without compliance. We all must get alone or else this will be all for naught."
"Oh, don't worry. I am going to be all naughty as I get a taste of his peppermint stick. I feel I should have first dibs on Izuku."
"We're not playing the rank of who gets Izuku. In the times we've used this ctOS, we've all failed miserably. The purpose of using this for him is to keep watch and to be sure no one would dare go into his cabin. At least any girls in that matter."
Denki's eyes widened in realization of what he just heard. "Holy Dio! Mirko? Burnin'? Kayama-sensei?! Izuku!?"
This couldn't be right? His ears must be clogged by the info that Minoru provided him earlier. There was no way his teachers, respective Pro Heroines by the way, would risk their jobs and their reputation to pursue a barely legal teen.
"The point is that we all have a goal in mind. This software isn't a toy and the intent is that we can make this software in our favor to obtain what we want — him!"
"I tend to wait in the john, catch them with their drawers down but I guess it won't work here."
"No, it…ah…won't! We're looking for somewhere with cover for us and no escape route for him."
"The same principle as the men's room. Oh so familiar with that!"
"Preach it, sister!"
He then felt something buzzing in his pocket — his cell phone. Thank God he was persistent in remembering that as he reached to grab it. "We got the goods. Let's go!"
It was a load off his mind. Slowly, he hopped off the counter and then made his trek back to where Minoru was located.
Mentally he put in a pin on the thought about Izuku and whether to tell Izuku about this or not.
About two minutes later….
"Tah-dah! Sparkle, sparkle!" Minoru held Mirko's leotard in the air like it was his first kill of a deer or a best in show. "Are the hentai gods blessing us or what?"
"Ok, we got what we need. Then let's go," said Denki in a hasten voice. Time was definitely of the essence, especially since knowing there were some stirrers in the pot. "Hey, by the way, Minoru…."
"We got a little time on our hands. Let's see if we can get one of the foreign babes' panties as a bonus," said Minoru. "I know I can score some top coins with Yang Xiao Long. Definitely Ruby since she has the little sister vibes."
"Minoru, we don't have time for that," said Denki. "You got the holy grail, let's—"
"Nuh-huh," said Minoru as he walked back to the chute. "Let's see if I can find an article from one of them. What chute could it possibly be?"
"Minoru, we don't have time. The window is closing. We need to go."
"In a minute, man. Should I find Blake's panties? Girl has more cakes with that ass than Betty Crocker!"
It was happening — the fumes got into Minoru's head. Anytime the lad got an opportunity to seize the prize, he got greedy. He couldn't get enough, always wanting more.
"Shit!" The electric blond cursed under his breath. He needed to grab Minoru and leave. Time was urgent and their fellow teachers were awake. As the teen turned to rush toward the hamper to pull Minoru out of a pussy-scented coma….
*BAM*
An obstruction caused the electric blond to fall to the ground. Landing on his butt, he then looked up to the source of the obstruction — Mirko and Burnin'.
….!
The rabbit Pro Heroine folded her arms and shook her head while the flaming blonde just clicked her tongue.
"Umm…umm…where am I? This isn't my cabin," responded Denki in a nervous chuckle. "Must've made a wrong turn at Albuquerque."
A moment later, Minoru rose out of the chute with another pair of panties in his face. "Hey, Denki. Guess…who…panties…I've…got…" His mouth was agape when he realized they were caught…again!
"Oh, shit!" Minoru blurted out.
Caught red-handed and with nowhere to run, the two boys exchanged nervous glances.
"I lost one of my ball caps and was trying to find it?!" Minoru said nervously.
They knew that this time, they might not be able to charm their way out of trouble. Mirko and Burnin' had a reputation for being no-nonsense when it came to discipline.
"One in the hand," said Mirko.
"And two in the bush," responded Burnin'. "Alright…shoot Goodwitch a call and tell that we have two wayward children who have gone astray…again."
"On it!" Mirko responded as she reached over and pulled Denki's ear. "Let's go."
"Ow, ow, ow!" Denki muttered.
Minoru slowly tried tip-toeing before being tripped by Burnin. "Don't even bother. Even if you run, we can smell your whereabouts." She, too, reached over and pulled his ear. "Let's go, Mineta." She clicked her tongue. "Less than twenty-four hours and already back in hot water. It's a bad start to becoming a Pro Hero!"
"Sowwy!" Minoru cried.
Denki and Minoru winced as Mirko and Burnin firmly held their ears, guiding them upstairs to where Professor Goodwitch and the other Pro Heroines were waiting. Their mischievous grins had vanished, replaced by expressions of regret and dread. They knew they were in for a serious scolding, and possibly some punishment, too.
Later that morning….
Izuku's eyes snapped open only to promptly shut in protest of the sudden brightness. As his senses started returning, he turned his head and saw the sleeping neko nestled beside him.
He smiled at her sleeping form, admiring the beauty that only God himself crafted, molded, and perfected with his personal touch. No longer naked, she was sporting the shirt he was previously wearing. The scratch marks on his back and the hickies on his neck and chest indicated another night of consummating their relationship. In her words, they were making up for lost time.
Rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, he reached over and looked at his cell phone. His eyes were wide as saucers when he saw the time on the clock. What was worse was the fact that Blake was still sleeping in his bed. So much for heading out before dawn.
Panic coursed through him, and he quickly scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the sheets in his haste.
"Shit, Blake, we're late for class!" Izuku exclaimed, his voice filled with concern as he fumbled to the drawers. He reached for a fresh pair of undies and an undershirt to wear once he stepped out of the shower. "Blake, didn't you hear me?! We're late!" He muttered under his breath.
The sleeping Faunus opened her eyes and proceeded to yawn as she stretched. "Oh, good morning, baby!"
"Blake, we're late for class."
The neko looked at her cell phone and saw the time to be a few minutes after nine. "Oh, crap, so we are. Well, that's okay!"
"Why did you convince me to have sex with you…three more times!"
Blake, still partially wrapped in her blankets, raised an eyebrow at him, unfazed by their tardiness. "Don't worry about it," she said, her tone calm and collected. "Tsuyu can vouch for me. We won't get in trouble."
"You think Tsuyu can vouch for an excuse for two missing students," retorted Izuku. "Not trying to boast or brag, but us two do completely stand out." His thoughts were on the oohs and ahhs from his classmates. It was good enough that the IzuRWBY brigade was growing in numbers.
Just the day before, Katsuki's cousin Ann, asked to borrow him over the course of lunch. During lunch, she began sketching him and asking for measurements. He was aware of fujoshi girls and their peculiar proclivities. He wouldn't mind the admiration if it wasn't for the fact that her sketch was thought of gender-bending team RWBY dominating him.
"Let them talk," she responded as she sat up. "Why hide our love? Heck, after the many times we've had sex, we're practically husband and wife." She yawned once more. "Your mother has blessed us, we got tremendous support from our friends, so why be so concerned?"
"Was this the same prim and proper Blake from a couple of days ago? The same one who wouldn't even give me a passing glance when we were at home. I guess the saying is true, sex can make a girl go crazy!"
"Because Blake, I'm supposed to make sure you all attend classes and follow the rules," Izuku replied, his sense of duty weighing on him. "I can't just let us skip class like this." The constant reminder of being team RWBY's responsibility resonated in his brain. And because of this, he vowed to himself that he would do anything not to provoke trouble from the girls. It just didn't help that a certain snow princess wasn't quite as welcoming or accepting of the situation.
Blake sighed, realizing the depth of Izuku's commitment. She knew he had a strong sense of responsibility, and it was one of the things she admired about him.
"Alright," she relented, pushing herself out of bed. She took off Izuku's t-shirt. Still in her panties, the half-naked Blake approached Izuku as he was preparing to head into the shower.
"Relax," she told him, standing behind him and wrapping her arms across his chest. "What is our first period?"
"Hero training with Kayama-sensei."
"Didn't you hear? Pro Hero Hawks is subbing the class for the rest of the week due to Kayama-sensei's busy schedule."
He arched an eyebrow. "Wait. How did you know this?"
Blake reached over and embraced him tightly from the back. "Remember Velvet, the one you sparred with?"
The teen's cheeks became a tinted red. "That's right. She's Hawks' niece."
"True and also, she is one of our classmates from back in Beacon." She kissed his neck. "And one of our friends." She reached over to grab her cell phone. "Velvet tells me that he is quite chilled and laid back."
He wasn't entirely sure as he hasn't really had the privilege of furthering his acquaintanceship with the well-known, reputed Pro Hero. Nevertheless, it didn't hurt having a bit of relief to confirm that he was an understanding teacher.
Grabbing his toothbrush, he released himself from Blake and headed toward the bathroom. The amber-eyed Faunus followed suit, grabbing the spare toiletries that Izuku gathered for her. "Although we may have a pass, we can't speak for those who won't talk."
"Like who?"
"Like Bakugo, Monoma, the Ave Maria herself…who knows who may narc?"
Blake hasn't gotten readily comfortable explaining to him about the assaults she planted on Bakugo and Monoma. Although she wasn't fully responsible for attacking Monoma, she did play a role in it. And as for the Ave Maria, she was entirely too focused on Yang to be worried about two tardied students.
Whereas Izuku's concern about Katsuki's potential teasing weighed on his mind as he and Blake made their way into the shower. He couldn't help but think about how his childhood friend had a knack for finding ways to provoke him.
As the water cascaded on him, his palms grew sweaty, and he took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
Blake sensed his unease and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't let Katsuki get to you," she whispered. "Remember what we talked about earlier. We're a team, and we've got each other's backs."
Izuku nodded, appreciating Blake's support.
"And speaking of backs…"
Izuku's eyes were wide as saucers as he felt Blake's breasts pressing onto his back.
"Blake!"
"Shh! Don't spoil the moment." She grabbed the body wash, squirted some between her breasts and meshed them together to rub against his back.
His breath labored. "Blake…class?"
"Technically, we're doing a class. Physical health is part of the vital courses and critical for teens our age," she said as she wrapped her legs around his lips, intending to not let him go. "Plus, keeping it in for a long period of time is bad for your health." The it in question was pertaining to his penis as she used her feet to squeeze it tightly.
Admittedly, she wasn't lying. Between the period of his sexual interactions with Blake, Neon, and Melissa, the teen hasn't engaged in masturbating. As a teen his age, masturbation was a normal thing and yes, he had masturbated. However, it wasn't on a daily basis. It wasn't that he found masturbation as a sin or being perverted, he just didn't have the drive of having to play with himself.
However, after the interactions he has had with the last three girls, he could say that his sex drive has heightened.
"Just look how stiff you've gotten," said Blake as she used her feet to stroke up and down his shaft. At the same time, she used her breasts to stroke his back as well. "You've such a hard on. Didn't think a footjob was one of your kinks, Icchan!"
"Anyone would get hard under the circumstances," he said.
Blake reached over and began kneading his nipples. "Liar!"
She continued shifting her feet up and down his dick making it sensitive to the touch. Being tag-teamed by her feet, her extremities, and her breasts made him approach climax as soon as he could think. As he was on the verge to climax, she tightly squeezed her feet around his dick, delaying the climax.
"Not yet. I always wanted to try this with you." Blake released Izuku from her grip. "Stand up for me."
Izuku did just that. She instructed him to lean against the wall and to hold on to the towel rack for support.
She grabbed as much of her titties as she could as she wanted to sandwich it with his dick. She grabbed her titties and rubbed it against his dick, which began licking precum again. The clear liquid made a river down her breast, making it a source of lubrication as she played with his dick.
"Your dick is so stiff, and warm, and big," she commented. "A fiendishly huge cock you got, Icchan. How can such a cute-looking boy like you have such a monstrous rod?"
His legs were kicking in pleasure as this was the first time that he had ever received a tit fuck, or Minoru would have called it, paizuri. It would irk and offend his smaller friend to express the experience of it and thankfully he wasn't the one who kisses and tells.
"Look how your thick, long cock is pulsing and throbbing! Just thought this cock has been shared with others," she said as she squeezed her breasts tighter. "I may accept that I would have to share you with the others but there is one thing I have done to you and they can never take it away." She licked her lips fiendishly. "You're mine, Izuku Midoriya!"
Izuku saw how her pupils were turning heart-shaped and the stroking became amplified.
"Does it feel good," she asked him while continuing to massage his dick.
"Yes, it does," he responded.
"Here's more," said Blake. "Watch this." She drew her tongue from her mouth and started flickering it with his hole. She made circles around the phallus.
Izuku was caught in the bliss of being enraptured by the Faunus. His mind was going in eight million directions at once. He lied in disbelief that he was allowing this girl to do this to him. She was playing with his dick, tonguing it and allowing it to thrust her breasts without reprieve or a care in the world.
"I really care about Blake.
"She's an amazing person, and I do like her a lot. But sometimes, I wonder if what I feel is genuine love or if we're just caught up in the intensity of our 'training' and everything happening around us. I don't want to rush into something and then realize later that it was a mistake."
"Oh!" Blake said in a surprised tone. "Ara~Ara~! You're thrusting by yourself. That's not fair, Icchan. Let's work together so you can feel my breast pussy!"
Were they going too fast? Was this only a moment or what others would call, summer love? Or was it merely, in truth, summer lust?
His penis felt hot, like it was melting. Tears were streaming down his eyes. Was this genuine love or summer lust? Genuine love? Summer lust? Genuine love? Summer lust?
"Whoa!" Blake was taken aback when Izuku took hold of her and pressed her to the ground. He squatted in a squat thrust position, placing his hands on the tile floor for posture and proceeded to thrust through her breasts.
"Blake…this feels…so…g-g-good!" He had said as he continued fucking her breasts. Blake aided him as she squeezed her breasts to apply pressure.
"Oh my, Oum! There, there, there. Right there," she moaned out to him. She spread her legs due to the intensity. This was certainly not the same Izuku from earlier in regards to dominance.
His breath grew deeper and his thrusts were becoming harsher. Moans suddenly turned into harsh grunts as he continued drilling through her titties.
"Blake, Blake, Blake, Blake!" The emerald-teen repeatedly said as he could feel his back wanted to give out. However, he wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Was this feeling for Blake genuine or caught in the moment?
"Izuku…take your time. I am not going anywhere. This body is yours and yours alone," she said. However, he wasn't listening. His brain had already gone into autopilot. Everything and everyone was turning hazy.
He couldn't stop rocking his hips back and forth. Then, he tilted his head skyward and let out an animalistic cry, even to the point that it sort of startled Blake.
"Blake…Blake…Blake…Blake!" The teen arched his back and then came in with one final thrust. Like a loaded weapon, he emptied out a full clip of sperm onto her. His spunk spurted out like water from a jet, coating the valley of her mounds and then coating her face.
With each spurt, she tightly wrapped her lips. She used her hand to get the pressure points of his dick. Once they were finished, she opened her mouth to show that she swallowed all of his contents.
Blake let out a naughty sigh as she had a devilish grin on her face. "You came so much." She was breathing heavily, resting as his seeds were being soaked onto her and mixing with the running water. "You must've really enjoyed it." She chuckled. "I'm glad you did."
The emerald-haired teen pulled back from between her breasts and then stumbled backwards. Blake immediately reached over and took hold of him. "It's ok, Icchan. That took a lot out of you." She ran her fingers through his hair. "It certainly did for me."
She was surprised, more so due to how impulsive and dominant he became when he took over.
As she lowered the temperature to the shower, she used her hands to gather water and to splash on his face to cool him off. As he was breathing heavily, he turned his head, exposing his neck. Her eyes laid on the mark that she had previously given him the night before.
"That bite on my neck. The one you gave me earlier tonight. What's the significance behind that?"
"Sorry, baby! I am putting my mark on you."
"Your mark!"
"When a Faunus loves a man, she does that. It is like ownership!"
"O...Okay!"
She was thankful to Oum that this boy could be dense at times, caught in the rapture of their love to not elaborate further on the significance of that mark on his neck — the claiming mark!
She felt the emptiness in her stomach and the tightness in her heart. It wasn't that long ago she was in a committed relationship with Adam. She felt his energy, his assertiveness, his drive. She knew and she completely understood every single detail that was running through his mind.
She continued pouring water onto his face and rubbing him gently. Concerns and clarity ran through her mind. "I just can't tell him the truth. My love for him is pure and true. But does he love me…does he love me…does he love me for…am I the woman that he wants me for or am I the woman that he wants me to be?"
"I can't take this shit no more, Blake."
"What are you talking about?"
"Hearing too many rumors about you. Talking about you aren't supporting me anymore."
"Where are you getting this? What are you talking about?"
"...you…you…too…Blake!"
Blake's eyes twitched. Her eyes were attentive to seeing Izuku trying to lift his head up.
"Izuku?"
"I…l-l-l-lo…"
Before she could muster more out of him, she saw the door to the bathroom beginning to slide open.
Blake was preparing to activate her semblance until she saw the strands of green hair coming from the door."
"Wow, ribbit! I've said I'll cover for you but not the entire class." Tsuyu, wearing her summer uniform, opened the door to allow ventilation inside. "I know you said that you were making up for lost time but don't forget you and the others are still on punishment, ribbit!"
"She's right, shroom shroom!" Standing beside Tsuyu was Blake's other roommate, Kinoko.
"Welp, the good news is I've covered for you with Hawks but I can't say the same with Aizawa-sensei, ribbit," said Tsuyu.
"Aizawa told us to come and get you two and meet him at his office, shroom," responded Kinoko. She clicked her tongue. "He said he hopes you two are good with carrying pails of sand and water."
Blake nodded to herself. It was her fault that they were in this mess. "Thanks for covering for me as much as I can, Tsu-chan," said Blake.
"Would you like some help with Izuku?" Kinoko asked.
It was met with a slap to the head by Tsuyu. "Quite eyeing his mushroom, ribbit."
"What? C'mon. Just saying that it's a fine specimen, shroom shroom," responded Kinoko.
"Let's go and head outside." Tsuyu said as she stepped out. "You two got ten minutes or else Aizawa-sensei himself is coming and I can't save you guys when that happens, ribbit." She gave them the peace sign before closing the bathroom door.
Blake gave an understanding smile as she picked up Izuku. Still in a daze, he was supported by her as they were heading out of the bathroom.
"I promise you. When the time is right, I'll explain more."
"In due time, Icchan. I'll explain," she said to herself. "I just hope to Oum that you would look at me and love me the same afterwards."
Meanwhile….
Glynda informed the Support Department that they would be acquiring their services for the duration of the morning. Glynda assigned Nejire and Mei to report the Support Department to Professor Shield for further instructions. With Shouta handling administrative affairs with Emi and Eri being watched by Hitoshi and Rin, she knew the main house wouldn't be disturbed for the time being.
Irregularly scheduled maintenance was what was told to any students who wanted access to the main house, particularly the basement. Even if they did, no one could access the main house without a key card or knew the code to step inside.
There was a leak and where there was a leak, there was a hole. And where there was a hole, was a rat.
Glynda walked downstairs to the basement where she and her colleagues of the Selective Re-Modification Program were currently residing. Two wayward students have lost there and had the audacity to alert a certain cinnamon roll of their plans.
"Denki and Minoru have placed themselves in a position where they were going to tell Izuku the plans devised by the SRP. And those who know Denki and Minoru, they wouldn't mind informing Izuku the group's plans if it meant absolving themselves out of the predicament that, they themselves, have gotten into in the first place. And if anyone knows that, it meant by telling Izuku their plans, it would mean involving his mother, which in turn, would involve the school and eventually the municipal police and the Japanese government about the SRP and their inclination toward young boys. And that leaves a clear cut case between them or the SRP."
With the blood, sweat, tears, and semen this blonde professor has worked to see this program become a success, she wasn't going to let rat boy and his electric donkey ruin this operation — an operation that she watched conceived and became how it was today.
Smoking her Mevius, she sat at the foot of the stairs as one of the rooms in the hallway — the rehabilitation room — was being occupied for the time being. Over the course of several hours, Denki and Minoru were subjected to many atrocious films that wouldn't prompt them to talk. They had to push the envelope. Those perverts didn't know when the border started or ended. And because of this, they would continually suffer until the group said something different.
Glynda wasn't going to let this group become disbanded all because some little brats wanted to steal Mirko's leotard. If anything, why so low? With the amount of spunk that goes in and out of that bunny, who knew what they were going to catch from that leotard. If anything, a biohazard bag should be needed every time she takes her clothes off.
The sound of the door opened. Moe stepped out of the room, sporting her all-black, slick dominatrix outfit, particularly with the slit that was opened for easy pussy entry. "Jesus, it feels good to be back in uniform." Then, she immediately frowned. "But not for the right boys."
Glynda, holding onto her riding crop, as she, too, was sporting the same uniform. Unlike Moe, she was wearing a mask. If anything, Nemuri should be paying homage as she was the one that inspired her to don the sexy noir look.
"Look at it as practice," replied Glynda as she snickered. "Wouldn't be the first set of boys with sexy cocks and butter faces." She gripped the riding crop tightly. "However, this is not why we're doing this." She took a puff of her cigarette. "What's the status?"
"They claim that they won't talk. Especially Denki," answered Moe.
"I don't want a place a claim. I need a declaration," interjected Glynda.
A few moments later, Yuu stepped out and took sharp breaths. She immediately crouched to the ground and appeared as if she was walking away from a battle. "How can you not vomit off that stench," she said. "We aren't living in the 1800s any more. Even back then there was soap."
Glynda clicked her tongue. "We can grieve on that later. What tactics have you used so far?"
"We've tried the scene on The Legend of Korra when Asami and Korra declared their love. The kissing scene between Marceline and Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time," said Yuu.
"Denki wasn't triggered as he was unopposed when it comes to love. Not the same result for Minoru, but in the end, he creamed himself. A duality of hatred and getting off to it," said Moe.
"We've tried Steven Universe but it only led all of us into song," said Yuu.
"A bit weak," said Glynda. "Sorry, ladies. We need something that's gonna be killer to the eyes. When I say I want these boys to suffer. Make them suffer." She then turned to Moe. "What else do you have that could make them squirm?"
"Ooh~! Netorare!" Yuu suggested.
"The sex scenes are enough to make Minoru cum and I am tired of smelling fermented chestnuts," said Moe.
"We can try guro hentai," said Yuu.
"Don't forget who Denki is dating," said Glynda. "I've watched Courtney Love obsessing about him. Plus, no need for another member to join the under 27 Club." The blonde professor put her finger to her lip. "Oh, I've got something to really make them squirm." She reached into her pocket and dialed the phone to reach Nemuri.
"Hey, sensei," said Nemuri.
"Hey, sweetness. Do me a favor and go into my room and pull out Sexual No Boku Harassment."
There was hesitation on the other end of the line. "Sensei, is that wise?"
"Nemuri, do you care about the future of the SRP and wanting our cinnamon roll," asked Glynda.
"Of course, I do," responded Nemuri.
"Okay. Go into my room and retrieve the DVD," she said before hanging up the phone.
Moe and Yuu looked at each other with unappealing eyes. Even they knew the extent and depthness Sexual No Boku Harassment could go. Moe, herself, wouldn't eat corn-on-the-cob for weeks.
"In the supply closet, you would find a flail, a blowtorch, a mace, and bags of feathers," said Glynda as she took another smoke. "Occupy yourselves for the time being until Nemuri comes back."
"On it, Senpai," said Yuu as she took a breath to go back inside. Moe nodded as she, too, followed Yuu back inside.
As the door opened, the sounds of curdling terror filled that spare room.
"Please…please…I won't talk. No more. No more!"
"I promise you that I won't steal any more panties….from this camp!"
"No, no! Holy Esdeath, no! Not the feathers!"
"Holy Dio! Save me from this torment!"
Under different circumstances, this would have been a turn-on for Goodwitch. She wouldn't deny that Denki was kind of cute but she was saving herself for Izuku.
Especially since Izuku favored the boy she liked back in Chicago.
To be continued….
It was in the Landrock Van 150 where Ryuko Tatsuma could be found. The Pro Heroine couldn't contain her laughter as she realized the extent of the situation. Izuku's room was indeed bugged with cameras, and her colleagues had either been lax in their monitoring duties or were turning a blind eye to some rather unexpected developments. It was becoming quite the spectacle, and Ryuko found herself thoroughly entertained by the unfolding drama.
Her colleagues might have underestimated the need for close monitoring, but Ryuko wasn't one to let anything slip by her watchful eye.
As an experienced Pro Heroine, she knew the importance of maintaining security and ensuring the safety of students during such outings. It seemed she had stumbled upon an unexpected twist, one that could either turn into a harmless prank or potentially lead to more exciting developments.
She decided to keep this information to herself for now, preferring to see how things would play out. It seemed like the students were in for an eventful day, and Ryuko was more than happy to let them have their fun – at least until it crossed any serious lines. After all, a little mischief during a school trip wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
With a sly grin, she pursed her lip. "Definitely a wicked spice in you, my dearest Izuku. You'll keep for a day or so, but I'll make sure to take hold of you and personally make you an exclusive doll of mine."
To be continued…for real this time….