Hey, guys. Here is another installment from the "Spice" series. Enjoy!
If anyone asked, that seminal stain on the couch was wasted custard. Glynda buttoned her blouse and in a quick succession lifted her stockings as she was already late for her next class. She believed she may have over-exerted herself. Just like using a stairmaster or using an elliptical, sex was an exercise and was important to stretch before exerting herself. She made sure before she headed home to pick up some Gatorade and some oranges to regain her electrolytes and antioxidants.
"I left you a pair of spare clothes in my coat closet." Glynda said as she put on her earrings. A few feet away from her was Izuku lying naked on the couch.
They were in her private office, an added gimmick since she was recently promoted to department head. What should have been a temporary position turned into a somewhat permanent position. Old Man Ozpin enjoyed Nemuri's presence at Beacon and after speaking with Nezu about how her exemplary skills personified with the other students, an arrangement was made in which they would loan their professors — a great idea since they have both have wanted to explore how a huntress could interact with Pro Heroes and vice versa.
The blonde professor had it made — a corner office with a view of the metropolis, a kitchenette, a personal intercom, a bump in her salary and best of all, her personal secretary.
It was Glynda's suggestion to Shouta that she would take after Izuku during her stay at UA High School. They talked over coffee and cigarettes and briefly debated the pros and cons of the boy. Glynda ruled Beacon with an iron fist, parading her riding crop to subject herself to any boy that disobeyed or questioned her methodology. Aizawa admittedly denied this, finding it pleasurable to say the least as he felt the boy gave him a purpose since being a teacher was dull since he was no longer acting in the field.
Using her art of persuasion, she coyly relaxed her hand on his thigh. Spreading each digit as if her soft touch interacted within his nerve receptors. It took no time for the dull-as-dishwater Pro Hero's dick to stand. Glynda knew the seldomness of him and Emi's home life. Lack thereof since she was barely home. Any affection that could be replicated was well needed for him.
Izuku was her gimmick and no one else's. Of course she would let him dangle with the operation he had with Hatsume. She wasn't entirely upset. Hatsume and Power Loader contributed some of the funds to help with the Support Department and any allocated funds were used for Student Council. Plus, Izuku received a cut so it was a win-win situation. The kid had grit and he had something more special than his hand-me-down quirk. Even with that, it didn't take much to get Toshinori to spill the beans on the boy as well. Poor men — the lack of attention from the fairer sex and they melt like putty when she could whisper sweet nothings in their ear.
A tough proposition from the Eraser Hero, but a deal was established nonetheless. He would cut Izuku some slack on the condition that he kept up his grades. Glynda needed Izuku before school, during his elective hour, and every day after school. She cut a deal with Hatsume and Power Loader as those hours interfered with their customers but it was worked out. She arranged for a couple of Beacon boys that would serve as exchange students. And what she presented to them was considered a gold mind. Plus, they knew foreign boys would profit them more in their pockets.
The emerald-haired teen silently nodded. Sticky and covered with fluid and jelly from their recent rendezvous, Goodwitch spared no expense in having a good time with her recently acquired pet. Not even a few moments of being excused from class and stepping into her office, she edged him over the table, split his pants from the back and rammed his asshole.
He remained helplessly still as Goodwitch released whatever tension she had into him. A blessing that what was modified in her new office was noise-canceling wall panels. Not in the budget but an expense that came from Hatsume and Power Loader. She got loud as she wanted, as slow paced as she wanted, and got as sleazy as she could be to him. A declaration was made that day at the train terminal — she had a thing for him and she wouldn't let go.
"You've pleased your mistress very well today, my lovely pet." Glynda commented. She wasn't looking directly at him. Her eyes were on the clock as she knew that time was of the essence. She knew better not to use her free period but who couldn't resist his sexy ass? Especially since she decided to make his uniform a tad bit tighter so it could accentuate his body. That alone did raise attention through students and faculty alike. Just knowing the amount of eyes burning onto him excited Goodwitch. If she knew the skanks were eye-raping him, no doubt this would be a kink for her pet as well.
"I've spoken with Hatsume and told her that your services wouldn't be needed for tonight," she said. "Granted you're a fantastic product but even I know I wouldn't like the idea of you being used towards anybody. You're exquisite and not meant for anyone. Anyone I don't like."
"Understood." Izuku responded. It has become less bothersome to respond. Being compared as a merchandise or livestock no longer fazed him. He has heard worse. It beat the expletives scrawled on his desk or the notes that filled his cubby every day. If one wanted to scratch the surface, social media has been a haven of rumors and hearsays of Izuku's after school activities. Words that defined his sexuality and choice of work that penetrated his mind and spirit were dead. The lines have blurred as so were the feelings that others projected to him to quell their own insecurities, jealousy and inadequacies.
Truth be told, when was the last time anyone ever just checked on his well-being?
He slowly got up from the couch. He staggered as he tried to keep his balance. It didn't help that his ass was slushing out girlcum and he could feel his stomach bubbling. No need to eat anytime soon. Goodwitch-sensei fed him plenty earlier.
"Oum, baby. If the job description included filling you to the brim throughout the course of the day, then I would need to up my premium on my health insurance." Glynda said with a snicker. Checking herself in the mirror, she was prepped for the next class.
Reaching to grab her briefcase, she knew she had a little time to run to the teacher's lounge to run some copies for the next class. On her way out, she took a look at her pet. Just the way he was sporting his buttoned-down without anything on was making her pants tight. Now she could see the appeal on why men enjoyed watching women wearing their oversized clothes — it excites the kink!
She cupped his palm when slapping his ass. Izuku didn't hesitate as Glynda was staking her claim once again. She withdrew her tongue and licked the back of his neck. She reached over to his chest and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His face became flushed as her hot breath lingered onto his neck along with her wettest muscle. She used her other hand to grab hold of his waist.
"Oum, do you know what you do to me?" She said as she kissed his neck. She continued to unbutton his shirt. "A boy's body but the spirit of a bitch. As if your purpose in life was to be my maiden."
"Goodwitch-sensei! Class!" His words went on deaf ears. By the time she was on the last button, her hand was back on his rod. It didn't take too long for her soft touch to make it hard.
"Yaoyorozu and Iida will be okay without me for a few minutes." She said as she lowered the shirt back to the floor. "Besides, isn't it a hero's job to learn how to rely on instinct." She giggled. She grasped his cock, exciting his middle man. To think the kid has a blessing in itself only to be used as nothing more than an accessory.
She slowly pulled back, taking him by the hand and headed back to the couch. As they walked, she grabbed the remote control that shut the curtains closed. Izuku sat back on the couch, eyes looking with anticipation of the inevitable.
Glynda knew she couldn't get entirely naked. Even as she lowered her pantyhose, she was in limbo between fucking his girly hole or his mouth pussy. As much as she would love to impregnate the cock slut, his mouth would have to do. She knew Shouta would ask questions thus violating their deal. So in the name of keeping things pleasant between him, she would have to make her final spurt in his mouth.
Izuku parted his mouth as he was welcomed with her throbbing member. He took no time than to ingest her cock and proceeded to suck. Glynda rested her hands in his hair, rubbing through it before using it as a prop to thrust his mouth pussy. Moans filled the room as she tilted her head to endeavor the pleasure. A pet that was hers…well, not entirely. Nevertheless, the skanks may enjoy their snack but this meal was exclusively hers, rather he liked it or not.
"There you go. Enjoy my cock," she said with vigorous excitement. "Make it sound sexy as you suck it. Act like that this is the tastiest sausage you have ever craved."
Saying those words only excited her and her thrusting made it difficult to breathe. Droplets of his saliva and her precum oozed to his dick. His dick was dangling, stiff with excitement as it too craved affection.
What Glynda mentioned about his dick was being a prop was true. Although no longer a virgin with his ass, he was still a virgin with his dick. To think he has had countless women that have done him and yet he hasn't done any girl. It wasn't that he didn't want this to happen. A guy like him yearned to know what it was like to give rather than to receive.
No girl have ever asked if he wanted to fuck them.
Glynda looked at the clock. She must hurry. It wouldn't be long before Yaoyorozu or Iida would make their way to her doors. And if that happened, then Shouta would appear. Or Toshinori. Nezu himself? Just those brooding thoughts of being caught just hardened her cock. She continued to look at the door.
"Right there," she said to him. "Keep that tempo. Work this dick!"
He did as he was told. Smeared precum all over his face and the familiar scent of lavender and mackerel impacted his nose. Thankfully to have control of his gag reflex, he tried making this pleasant as possible. After all, he wasn't rejecting it.
Glynda was getting close. The buildup brooding in her balls. She knew this was enough to fill at least half a liter, she thought as she bucked her hips faster. "I'm getting close. Gonna cum, Midoriya. I'm gonna fill you up!"
She shut her eyes tightly, grabbing hold to his hair as she let out a scream. In a flash, jetlike streams of her spunk crammed into his mouth. His cheeks were being filled just like a squirrel in search of nuts. At each spurt, he swallowed her cream, stomach churning as it had yet digested the previous cream she had him partake in.
Glynda looked skyward, relieved once again. The number of women, men, prostitutes, rent boys, and onaholes she had encountered — accept no substitutes when it came to Izuku. She took short breaths, quickly pulling her dick out of his mouth and putting it back in her underwear. She pulled up her pantyhose and regained her composure.
Just in time as there was the inevitable knock that came.
"Goodwitch-sensei, you're okay? Class started fifteen minutes ago and we're starting to worry." It was Iida that was speaking through the telecom.
Glynda rushed over and pressed the intercom. "My apologies, Iida. I was backed up with a task that required tending to. Have the class get started on practice drills until I get there."
"Yes, sensei."
Glynda stood momentarily until she heard the door closed from the office. She made a mental note for the installation of security cameras.
"I've got to go. Be sure to hurry up and get dressed otherwise I would have to mark you as tardy," she said as she giggled. "Wait a few minutes after I'm gone. Don't need others to rouse suspicion. Yet again, rumors are being heard through the grapevine of your activities." The latter end of the sentence came with a lascivious tone.
"Yes, sensei," he responded as he got himself onto the couch.
"I know you have after school duties with Uraraka and Tokoyami but soon as your duties are done, meet me at the parking lot."
"What for?"
"Midoriya, don't ask, just listen."
"Yes, mistress."
Glynda let out a smile, the slow progress on how he was able to use sensei and mistress interchangeably when appropriate.
"It shouldn't take long with your duties so don't be late. I wouldn't like it if I had to find you." She approached him and took hold of his chin. "After all, a good pet must obey his mistress." She pecked him on the lips. "Until we meet again, my pet."
She turned around and grabbed her briefcase as she departed out of the office. Once the doors were closed, he went and grabbed his uniform. He grabbed a towel she kept in the closet to clean his face. He knew he could use a shower but wouldn't have time. He just hoped he could make time whenever he would get with Goodwitch-sensei. Yet again, it wouldn't surprise him if she was allowing him to permeate in her scent to let the others know.
At the end of the day, man or beast would do what was necessitated to establish authority and property.
Later that afternoon….
Class concluded without incident. At least it wasn't met with a spitball from Bakugo or expletives from classmates about his being slut. By now, he was used to the alluring eyes of his female classmates. From their point of view, he was a sexy jailbait. From his point of view, they were tallies.
"I expect you, Midoriya, to complete your homework unless you want another demerit." Izuku's doe eyes were drawn until Yaoyorozu as she handed back their homework per guidance of Ectoplasm-sensei. "We lead in the class ranks of proficiency and I don't need your slacking to make us go down. Understand?"
He declined to answer, just taking the paper that showed an incomplete. Yaoyorozu passed out the final paper and headed out with Iida for their Student Council meeting. Shoving the paper into his backpack, he latched it onto his back and stepped out of the classroom.
"I find it amazing myself, Yaoyorozu. Considering that when I tried completing my homework, you were busy trading math equations with me." If one would have paid attention, those grease marks on his paper didn't come from any cooking oils, factory made at least.
He headed to where Uraraka and Tokoyami were supposed to meet him. She needed to get the keys from the teacher's lounge and Tokoyami should have already gathered the supplies from the utility closet — the same utility closet that was his nest.
He turned a corner when he went downstairs. He tried at best to keep everything on the surface without fretting anyone. He passed a group of senior cheerleaders that laid their eyes on him. He ignored their snickering, their catcalling, their slurs. He clutched his chest on how hard he had to be without shedding a tear. He was walking a fine line where passivity resided and duality existed. He may not like the idea of being reputed as the school slut but he wasn't doing anything about it to stop it.
….!
Izuku was too focused on his thoughts when he inadvertently bumped into someone. The impact caused the person to fall backwards to the ground. The sound of books thumped the tile floors along with the scattering of papers.
"Holy Esdeath, I'm sorry." Izuku said as he apologetically bowed.
Upon seeing the person in question, he became a bit stunned. For starters, her skirt was pulled back, so he could see her yellow-and-white-stripped panties. Secondly, he didn't recognize her school uniform as her colors didn't represent any of the schools within the vicinity.
Another aspect that confirmed it was that she didn't appear to be Japanese. She had hair as long as a river of barley wheat. Her eyes were as blue as the whirlpools of Naruto. Upon further inspection, the insignia on her uniform did indicate one thing.
Before he could deduce that thought, the girl sat up.
When seeing Izuku staring at her and then realizing she was exposed, she immediately covered herself. Her face was redder than a hot sweet potato on a cool November morning.
He waved his hands. "Honest to God, I wasn't staring." Quickly shifting the subject, he looked at the dropped books. "Let me help you," he said to her.
He reached over to the ground and grabbed the books. As he did that, the girl managed to stand up. At first, he was afraid that she was going to scream or call him a pervert. Another thing he didn't necessarily need at this particular juncture.
"Here you go!" Izuku said as he handed her her items. Forgetting the scattered papers, he went over and gathered what he could without wrinkling or crumbling.
"Once again, sorry!" He said to her as he stacked the papers on top of her books. He bowed apologetically once more. "Sorry for seeing your underwear. No ill intent whatsoever."
After a brief silence, the blonde girl finally spoke. "That's okay. Sorry for not paying attention myself. And as for the latter." Her face reddened. "I appreciate your honesty."
"Thanks." A wave of relief shot through his spine. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. Class 1-A."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Joan. Joan Arc. But you could call me Jauney if you like."
A tinge of red showed on his cheeks. It wasn't her fault. Westerners tend to be more comfortable presenting nicknames than easterners. He tried to keep his composure without further embarrassing himself. "Nice to meet your acquaintance, despite the circumstance."
Joan presented a friendly smile. "Your voice shows sincerity. It comes from the right place."
He was at ease — first impressions weren't particularly his thing.
"Ms. Arc. There you are. I have been looking all over for you."
Izuku recognized that voice and his genuine smile faded. The sound of high heels made itself known as the distance between them and the speaker narrowed.
"Professor Goodwitch." Joan said as she presented a smile to the woman approaching them. "My Oum, I am so glad to see you."
"And I, myself, as well," retorted the professor as she approached Joan and presented her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Can't believe that I am having one of my students joining me for the semester. It gives a great reminder of being back in Vale."
"A privilege, Goodwitch." Joan said to her.
"Did you get lost? I thought one of the students was going to escort you to my office?"
"It's my fault. It was the end of the day and I didn't want to be an inconvenience to her." Joan responded, showing regret on her face.
Goodwitch smiled. "You and that Arc pride of yours." She covered her mouth to hide her laughter. She did side eye Izuku. "Midoriya, well surprise surprise." She turned her head to him. "Could he be the reason he held you up?"
"We did bump into each other but I don't think either of us were paying attention," she answered Professor Goodwitch. "He was a gentleman and helped me with my books."
Professor Goodwitch seemed pleased as she reached over and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Helpful I see. Good to know you were being the troublesome boy Aizawa-sensei tells me about."
The emerald-haired teen let out a forced yet stifled laughter. "Yeah. Whatever I go, trouble follows."
As the laughter died down, the professor cleared her throat. "Alright, Ms. Arc, let's not waste any more time. We do need to get you situated and I'll be sure to get an earnest student to take you to the Alliance Heights for your room assignment."
Izuku wasn't alarmed when Goodwitch slid her hand down to his ass, cupping it tightly. "It would be Midoriya but I believe he is busy tending to a job." She dug into the fabric, gripping deeper into his ass. "Am I right?"
"You are."
"Great." Goodwitch let go. "C'mon, Ms. Arc. Let's come and get you settled. And where is your backpack?"
"Left it at the hotel. I wasn't aware that they would supply me with my books."
"That's okay. I'll supply you with a loaner for the time being."
Joan nodded in thankfulness. She then looked at Izuku. "It was a pleasure to meet with you, Izuku. See you around." She nodded goodbye to him as she left with Goodwitch.
"Dude, get the molasses out of your ass. These whiteboards aren't going to clean themselves."
Izuku turned around and saw Tokoyami carrying the pails that were needed for their after school duties.
He nodded apologetically. "Sorry about that, Tokoyami."
The bird teen waved his head as they headed back to the classroom. As they departed, his thought was on the new girl, Joan. It wasn't often that girls left an impact on him…metaphorically at least. A scent of honeydew was left behind. It had a sweet scent, like a moist flower.
"Yeah…see you around," he replied softly.
About two hours later….
Tokoyami was the first to leave the classroom. In his hand were the pails that he planned to bring back to the utility closet.
"Uraraka, Midoriya. I'm heading back to drop this stuff off and then I'm out," said the bird boy. "Make sure you shut everything off before you guys leave."
"On it. And Tokoyami, keep mum about this." Uraraka said to the bird teen. At the back of the classroom, Uraraka was positioned on the chair. Her clothes were unkempt and in a disarray. Her hips were on Izuku's hips as she straddled him.
"Oi!" Tokoyami responded. "If it doesn't make dollars, it doesn't make sense." Using his feet to slide the classroom door behind him, Uraraka and Izuku were left alone.
"Please forgive me, Izuku." Ochako said as she bucked her hips in an up-and-down motion. "I just couldn't help myself and I don't have the funds to afford you. Thank you for looking at me as a charity."
Charity wouldn't be the right choice of words Izuku would have used. When Tokoyami stepped out earlier to pour the water out in the bathroom, a window was left for her to feast upon her lust.
As he was on his knees brushing the floor, Uraraka reached under him and stroked his member. Her tone sounded apologetic, accidental but she didn't stop. She continued rubbing against his crotch. She proceeded to grind against his ass. It wasn't long when she pulled down his pants to fuck you.
"Sorry, Izuku." She kept saying as she exerted as much as she could to fill his womb. Girls like Ochako were not on his pay scale. She barely had enough to pay for lunch money. Secretly, her nickname was Dust Bunny to the other classmates. Be that as it may, Izuku was too kind to ever reveal that to her. He didn't think she had the nerve to do something like this. In the end, anyone who was desperate could become dangerous.
So she too was no exception.
Ochako whimpered as she buried herself into his chest. Izuku felt the streams of cum pumping into him. She grabbed hold of him like a doll she kept like a bodypillow. It was a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her to fuck the untouchable.
"Don't worry about it. It can't be helped," he said as he pulled himself from her. He wouldn't have time to clean himself as Professor Goodwitch was expecting him. He just hoped to God that she could make time for him to shower.
In sheer urgency, he made his way out. He was in no mood to hear Uraraka's hopes of cuddling or arranging for a date. In a way, it was a real disappointment. He thought she was different.
He hurried himself to the parking lot where Professor Goodwitch was expecting him. Although there wasn't a designated time, he knew how impatient she got when things were out of order.
As he approached the parking lot, there she was leaning against her silver Porsche.
She didn't appear upset, he thought, as he made his way to her direction.
"Put your stuff in the trunk and get in. We're running late." Goodwitch used her key fob to pop open the trunk as she stepped inside. After Izuku placed his bookbag in the trunk, he stepped inside the Porsche.
She turned on the engine and put the car in drive. When she got onto the main road, she shifted the engine, causing them to move at a faster rate.
"Uraraka?" Goodwitch asked flatly.
Izuku nodded, confirming what caused his delay.
"Girl is even too cheap to pay attention in class but wants to be a charity case to my pet," she responded. As she used her free hand to steer, she used her other hand to grip Izuku's upper thigh. "Must have been a virgin or a quick shot." She chuckled. "No matter."
Goodwitch shifted gears as they entered the interstate. "Open the glove box. I've got a gift for you."
"For me?"
"As a token. And to solidify our relationship between mistress and pet."
Following instructions, he reached into the glove box. Inside was a tiny thin black box.
It was a green-colored, diamond-studded collar. That was his gift.
Diamonds that were princess cut from the derelict mines of Sierra Leone. The leather, rich in scent, was personally handcrafted from the finest laborer of Normandy. The buckle was smoldered, sold, and smoldered again from the non-air conditioned warehouse in India. The trifecta of this masterpiece was the golden tag, imported from Denmark, scrawled in cursive writing that signifies the evidence that he was a pet to her.
It was simply written as Dekkun, followed by a heart in the center.
"You won't be expected home tonight," she said as she changed lanes. "I thought we could have a little fun glamping in the woods. I've got an acquaintance here that would be meeting us here. Normally, I don't invite visitors but it isn't everyday where I can have free time with my friends. Nezu and Ozpin believe I work too hard and tonight, I am taking their advice."
"I didn't know we were leaving town. I didn't bring any spare clothes."
"Don't worry. I have you covered." She then reached over and grabbed his upper thigh. "Although I doubt clothes wouldn't be necessary anyway, tee-hee." She reached over and kissed him on the cheek. "However, it wouldn't hurt that you shower. You smell a little mature." She was tickled, a fetish of hers that she has kept to herself.
Glynda shifted gears as she took the exit that displayed signs to the countryside. As she prepared for an evening of discord, Izuku's thoughts were still pondering on Joan. Her scent, her smile, even seeing her panties made him excited. He honestly couldn't recall the last time he was smitten with a girl without fetishization.
He closed his eyes and tried to think of hopefully asking her out for tea when they came back.
A smile spread on his face.
Quite fortunate that Glynda had missed it.
To be continued….
BD: Hey, guys. I know I had previously said that the next chapter would be "Spice and Kitten," but I've decided to take another direction. Just to let you know with the Spice series, it would be a combination of RWBY and MHA characters. If this anthology shows some growth, it might be a series of its own.
I know there will be concern about Izuku's passiveness and it displays that it is being passed off as nonchalance. However, he isn't as single-faceted as I make him out to be. Just stay tuned and see.
Until next time…team Greenshade!