It wasn't even half an hour after leaving school when Izuku was met with another encounter.

"Are you taking shelter from the rain?" A voice cooed.

Izuku's emerald eyes recognized the stranger in question. She was a woman who recently took on Kayama-sensei's Art History class as the R-Rated Pro Heroine was on a sabbatical leave. Tall, long-flowing hair similar to Goldilocks, green eyes similar to his, and an attitude to carry along the enchanted beauty. Glynda Goodwitch was the name but to her students, it was Goodwitch-sensei.

"Good evening, sensei." The emerald-haired teen instinctively bowed to his professor. "...and oh, yes, I am. Just waiting until the rain dies down."

"I see. Granted, I don't think anyone was expecting it to rain so suddenly. Weatherman certainly didn't forecast this on the news." The professor giggled.

Izuku forced a chuckle. He wasn't really in the mood for small talk. Even so, his morning was spent eating the raw sausage of one of his classmates. Yaoyorozu has been stressed lately and needed someone to alleviate it. While his classmates feasted on breakfast, she decided to accommodate his — eggs, sausage, and even freshly-squeezed milk.

And what wasn't a good guest without providing him with his vitamins and minerals with a probiotic. If anything else, he received plenty of vitamin D and iron.

"Kinda late being out at this hour, Midoriya-kun," she said to him as she took a seat beside him. "Campus is definitely in the opposite direction."

He tried his best to keep cool. If he didn't break a sweat, they wouldn't suspect a thing. It didn't matter where he was going but what mattered was anyone finding out. The emerald teen crossed his legs, keeping it casual. "There was a manga cafe in town I wanted to check out. Since we had a bit of time before curfew, I thought I could get a spot of tea and pick up a manga before heading back to campus."

Goodwitch-sensei ran her fingers through her hair. Her body language never changed. She sat upright with great posture as if she was preparing for a job interview. She took a breath, taking in the cool weather that accompanied the rain. A hint of snow was in the forecast just how low the temperatures were on this night.

"Very well then." She nodded to him. "Although I think there is a proper time and place to do these extracurricular activities." She looked at her watch. "It is close to eight and curfew is at ten. Do you think it is wise to conduct these activities at this hour?"

"Not unless I can come back in time."

She arched her eyebrow. From his point of view, his retort was probably something she didn't expect.

He saw her smother a laugh. That had to be a good sign, especially when it was coming from a gaijin sensei. "I'll give you your accolades. Very good, Midoriya-kun."

"If you don't mind me asking, sensei. What reason are you out at this hour?" He wasn't trying to be combative or justify her actions. He was curious. In the last few weeks she has been here, she would teach class, grab dinner from the nearby food stand, and retire to the dormitories where teachers stayed if they didn't have a permanent residence.

"Hmm…" She put her finger to her lip. "You can say that I am browsing…observing."

"Browsing, observing?"

"Yes." She scooted closer to him. "This is a whole new frontier for me, Midoriya-kun. No longer in an environment where I have to look over my shoulder for Grimm or Beowulf and instead villains but those are few, far, and in-between nowadays. Thanks to Pro Heroes." She incited a chuckle. "There is more than meets the eye with this place. Not just Japan, but being on Earth in general. So amazing opportunities for me to explore and to gather what I can take with this place."

She turned her head to him. "This world isn't compressed in a box. You can't even call it an oyster. You see, Midoriya-kun, if you keep an open mind, you'll learn that this place is open wide for anything or anyone." She winked at him. "Can you catch my drift?"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. "I like you, Midoriya-kun. You take in anything I teach you and not once do you complain. You're like a sponge, filled to the brim of knowledge. In Remnant, you'll make a perfect candidate as a hunter."

"Umm…thanks."

It was returned with a wink. "Anytime. I can tell a studious learner when I see one." She tapped on her smartphone and was scrolling through some images. "...in the ways of heroism and in the ways of the fairer sex."

Izuku's face turned ghostly white when the phone was placed on his lap.

"Care to explain this, Midoriya-kun?"

It was an image of him — on his knees. It was in the school bathroom on the third floor where the class 2 students studied. While they were studying hero training, he was getting busy with some of the class 2 students in the restroom. Girls lined up taking turns with his supple ass and soft mouth. One time was never enough. Each girl wanted to fill him to the brim with the milk, even to the point he was plump and bloated like a woman close to giving birth.

"This is you, right?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Well, not entirely."

Glynda was tickled but she still had to keep up the front of being a disciplinarian. "Not entirely. Granted, you were spotting your uniform but of the gym attire. Attire issued to the girls, may I add. And let me assume that it's a whole persona to separate yourself, correct?" She clicked her tongue. "I wouldn't expect this kind of revelry occurring at a prestigious school such as this, let alone a student that didn't come under recommendation. I wouldn't know what to do for you if word got to Nezu."

He wasn't moved by the threats. In the end, she hammered the truth. It was no secret of the promiscuity occurring on campus with him. A faculty member or two have engaged in misdeeds of discord with him but neither dare compromise their careers as Pro Heroines without throwing him under the bus.

"Care to name an academy that would take in wayward students like you?" She said to him, taking away the phone from his lap. "It wouldn't look good for any school to take in someone that could tarnish their reputation."

"What's your price?"

"So you confirm that it is you?"

"Even if I lie, you wouldn't believe me," he retorted. "You wouldn't go all this way just to take a stroll. You're playing a familiar game. What's your price?"

"Do you think it's about money, Midoriya-kun?" She touched her chest. "Perish the thought. There is no money in the room that can take away this. You're at a school for the gifted and why would I hide such a thing that could possibly ruin us?"

"Then why not go to Nezu and tell him?"

"Do you really want this school to be tarnished? Once it's on record, you or the school can't escape that. We'll be a laughing stock."

"Like it matters. You could float back on that bullhead to Beacon."

"And what floats got to be carried thus your troubles become my troubles." She crossed her arms. "I think you're undermining the circumstances of the situation. So, therefore if it's my ass in a sling, then it's going to be your ass."

Izuku gave her an incredulous look when she touched his shoulder. "I refuse to let the school's reputation take a hit if this gets out. The punishment for violating school regulations and corrupting public morals can range from detention to suspension. Not to mention the embarrassment you will face amongst yourself and your parents."

Izuku then felt her hand trailing from his knee to his upper thigh. "If you want to avoid that, it would be best if you comply with my demands."

"Demands? And what's that?" Izuku asked, though he had a feeling he knew what her answer would be.

She slowly placed her hand on his crotch, her small groping hand sending a spark of pleasure through his spine. "You!" She said simply. "One of two things are going to be fucked — you or your future as a Pro Hero." She gripped tighter around his crotch. "Simply put, Midoriya-kun, you're going to be my living, breathing sex toy. It has been awhile since I have had the affections of a man but I still have needs and desires like any other woman. You will fulfill them."

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm deadly serious, Midoriya-kun," said Goodwitch-sensei with a nod. "I think it's quite a bargain if you ask me." She scooted closer, narrowing any space between the two. "Look at it this way, rather than Nezu or Aizawa-sensei, it's with me. And I can take charge of your formal education, inside…."

"Wha—" His question was cut off when he felt a finger slipping in between his ass.

"...and out!" Glynda entered the narrow passageway Izuku called his anus. Without a thought, she inserted two fingers into his ass. Izuku's breath labored but the rain muted the sudden groans he muttered.

Her fingers pulled back, even without the aid of light, she detected a sticky texture that covered them. "I can see that you enjoy harboring another one's cream." She responded as she inserted her fingers into her mouth, cleaning whatever remnants of whoever's spunk it was.

"Sweet…sweeter than candy," she responded as she licked her lips.

She paused momentarily as a group of passersby walked past them. They were heading to the platform to board the train. The very train Izuku planned to board. She watched as the passengers entered the train before the doors closed. Once the train departed from the station, she redirected her attention back to the teen in question.

"Looks like we've missed our train. Another one won't depart for an hour or so." She said with a smirk. "Since you wanted to kill time, why not go somewhere and talk for a bit. Got something sweeter than tea and coffee and quite the cannoli if you ask me, tee-hee."

Izuku felt his cheeks flushed — humiliated once again by the prowess of a woman. Caught once again in the web of discord, lies and deceit.

He sighed under his breath and tried to turn away, but she placed her free hand under his chin and tilted his head up so he was forced to look into her eyes. "Answer the question, Midoriya-kun."

"Sure…let's talk."

A few minutes later….

There was a love motel not too far from the train station where Izuku and Goodwitch-sensei met. Glynda paid cash, rented the room for a few hours, and led Izuku to where they would be further acquainted.

"Have a seat." Glynda told him as he followed suit. As he took a seat, she decided to get herself comfortable. She withdrew all of her clothing to the ground, exposing herself in her bra and panties. Izuku was flushed by the sight of her beauty. Despite being familiar with women and their nakedness, when it came to older women, there was a certain musk, a certain flavor that tended to be different.

His beady eyes when seeing the bulging appendage protruding out of her panties. He had only a moment to admire her curvy body before she slid forward on the bed so her thighs were straddling his head. She lowered herself onto his face slowly, giving him a rather appealing visual in the process. "I know you're not a novice when using that pretty mouth of yours." She giggled. "Now lick!"

He took in the musky fragrance emitted from her cock — a sickly sweet scent of mackerel and vanilla. His warm palm touched her penis. Soft to the touch, delicate Glynda would say. He rubbed at the base while using his other hand to fondle her balls. She let out a moan, even in the constriction of panties, he knew how to make her feel good.

It wasn't long when he pulled down her panties. A whiff of her scent entranced him. Oozes of precum dripped down from the phallus. It, too, was craving for release. He resumed touching her dick, gripping on her balls to apply pleasure.

"That's it." She said to him, grinning to see his submissive state. "I've heard that you knew how to use that pretty mouth of yours like a cock sleeve. Who knew that one of the top 10 students in his class excels in being a cock slut."

Before he could muster a response, she took hold of her cock, using it to slap his face. At each slap, oozes of precum meshed with his face. "You craved this dick, didn't you? Bet you were prancing around on purpose for some stranger to drill your hole. Better me than some homeless bum. Least I won't toss you to the dogs for scraps."

Izuku ignored her. He stuck out his tongue, slid his mouth into her cock.

Glynda pressed forward her cock up to the point it hit the roof of his throat. She was a bit tickled as his uvula was pressed against her peehole. His throat welcomed her dick, just like many others before her — hot, sopping wet, greater than any pocketpussy known to man. The way his mouth tightened her cock, enveloping it with his greedy lips — his doe eyes displayed a look of innocence. Lies as she knew as soon as she scratched the surface, heart's desires were made apparent.

She strutted her hips with a sharp, quick tempo to his throat, making it evident who was in charge. Gagging noises from his throat rattled her dick and the sloshing noises as his saliva and her precum meshed between tongue and cheek.

"Excellent, Midoriya. You're making your professor very proud." She then took hold of her breast, one of the girls she would call it as she kneaded her nipples like dough, wanting more sensation. She needed this. This was long overdue. A drought, a recession, a season where beta males and incel thrive, none of which interested her. This cinnamon roll, the dance and chase he gave. He practically made himself become a personal onahole.

"What would your almighty sensei think of his protege? Just feasting upon my cock like it's a succulent sausage?" She clicked her tongue teasingly. "How can you save the world when you couldn't even save your ass?"

This wasn't enough. She craved more. Seeing his sweaty, unkempt hair, desperation in his eyes and the insatiable feeling in between his thighs. His dick danced alone — stiff and with envy.

Glynda suddenly pushed him off her. His back hitting the bed behind him.

"You'll never be able to woo girls with that lackluster mouth." Glynda said with a sting in her voice. She was lying. She was close to climaxing but the thought of a boy who lacked appreciation, deprived of attention, one who sought validation, approval. She knew in his mind were thoughts of confusion.

"Show me that ass!" The blonde professor commanded. As he proceeded to do so, she grew a little impatient and shoved him over to the bed, exposing his supple ass.

Glynda spooled saliva onto her hands and used that to coat her cock. She used one of her hands to spread his asscheeks.

"Let me show you when a huntress does when they use their instrument," she said as she slid her dick into his ass.

The sudden pain made him clench around her even tighter, which made the feeling of her pushing deeper all the more intense. He moaned partially in pain and partially in pleasure as his ass slowly stretched around the fleshy intruder.

Fully sheathed, the blonde professor laid her body on top of his. Her luscious titties pressed against his back and her lips buried in his hair, she let out a grin — feeling accomplished on this sultry deed.

"Tell me, Midoriya. Is this a dick to remember? Does it hurt? Does it…how do you say, ki-mo-chi?!" She bit into his neck, sinking her teeth and then licking the bite marks. Staking her claim, a sheer reminder of her place with him. "How does it feel to give yourself to me?"

"It feels good." It was what she wanted to hear but it also happened to be the truth. She beamed down at him and stroked his cheeks tenderly, smearing some of the wetness she had left behind in the process.

Izuku's ass was hot and tight, the suction alone could have made Glynda burst but self-preservation was key. She could easily melt in that supple ass of his.

"Fuck…I can't tell him that he could snap my dick off with this pussy of his." What should she do, what could she do. She wanted to keep it inside but the tightness was getting too much. "No…I won't back down. I refuse to let a dutch wife put down a professor like me — a huntress!"

She ceased leisurely rocking back and forth and began riding him in earnest. She took him hard and fast enough that the bed squeaked and the headboard banged against the wall every time she drove herself down.

"Ah! A pussy like yours is the best. I'll never set you free," she said to him. "I'll pour every last drop of my sperm into you until the point that you're pregnant."

Izuku didn't respond, too consumed by her thrusting inside of his sheath. It was getting to the point where he couldn't feel his ass anymore. He lost the amount of times his dick spurted on the covers alone.

"I'm getting close, Midoriya," she said. "I'll coat the inside of your pussy until you're carrying my baby."

He didn't bother trying to stifle his moans as her rough fucking pushed him over the edge. Not that she would have cared if he did or didn't.

"Here it comes, Midoriya. I'm going to cream your snatch. Have my babies!" Izuku was met with pressure of hot spunk cramming inside of his womb. He buried his face in the covers, biting the pillows as she continued to thrust at every spurt.

Izuku could feel his stomach expanding, being loaded up with her cum. He let out one final moan before the ebb and flow ceased.

Glynda continued to thrust until she felt she was spent. She let out a grin before pulling out and lying on the bed beside him. "Oum, did that feel good inside you. Girls don't even come close to what you possess."

Izuku lied still, feeling the hot sensation of an incredible amount of semen. Even his "maidens" weren't this rough. It was almost enough to make him believe that he would really become pregnant.

Sounds of his spunk evacuating his ass broke the silence. As he turned over, he could see his stomach protruding. That alone incited a laugh from Glynda.

"Maybe I did make you pregnant after all?"

About an hour later….

Glynda and Izuku exited the hotel and stepped out back onto the outside world. Silence filled the two as if post-nut clarity had finally set in.

"Just so you know, I'll be expecting more out of you for now on," Glynda said as she reached over and grabbed his ass. "I'll keep your affairs out of the loop of Nezu and Aizawa. I won't even break up this operation of yours. However, I would expect further servicing and additional tutoring, if you know what I mean, Midoriya."

He gave her a strange look, as if she was doing him a favor. Nevertheless, what could he do? Staying at UA was critical to be a Pro Hero and he didn't want to disappoint his mom.

"Midoriya?!"

Izuku turned his head, pulling away from his thoughts. In Glynda's hand was some money.

"Buy some decent clothes and some pocket money for yourself," she said as she slid the cash in his pocket. "A pet has to be the best-in-show for his owner." She giggled as she walked forward. "See your way home. And be sure not to be out past curfew. Never know if there are some greedy onee-sans and oba-sans wanting a prime meal."

He nodded in understanding.

"Have a good night, I-zu-ku!"

And with that, she was gone. He watched her walk into the night and here he was — alone again!

It was getting a bit chilly. He made his way back to the subway. Going to the manga cafe would have to be for another time.

As he stepped onto the platform, something caught his eye. It was a billboard on the wall — plasters of pictures of clubs, organizations, events and the like. However, it wasn't an advertisement that drew his attention, it was something else.

"Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals."

"Like rabbits and kittens and vixens." The emerald-haired chuckled to himself as he saw the approaching train coming in his direction.

The End!

Coming soon to the "Spice" series: "Spice and Kitten."