He sat alone in the pavilion that was across the street from the school campus. He was grateful that Principal Nezu allowed off-campus lunch hour to the students. So, it was no surprise that the majority of the UA students ventured off-campus. He was beyond grateful that the corrugated, weed-infested pavilion wasn't a student attraction. Something about wanting to be alone didn't make sense to the student body, particularly women like Kayama-sensei and Camie Utsushimi.

Just one of many girls who were patrons to the Izuku Club in his apartment of discord. Clever such a word he just spewed from his glazed lips as he took another bite of his cinnamon baked good. He washed it down with an orange juice as he scrolled his cell phone for the services he will be providing tonight.

He had an 8 o'clock with Rei Todoroki. He made a silent prayer of forgiveness to his best friend for the secret that he was carrying to his grave. This wasn't Rei first time or it wasn't her fifth time, the white-haired woman came and it was unbelievable of the canned urges she had upon him. The disinfected malcontent of her husband. She never wanted a condom as it was an option under her services. He scrolled to another text as he had a 10 o'clock with Mayuko Yaoyorozu. Just seeing her surname send chills down his spine. Until Momo, he didn't connect the dots about her and her mother. She was the femdom type, the one that was always above his control. She spoke against the welfare of immorality and there she was shedding any inhibitions in the bedroom. She was a biter and a scratcher.

He never wanted to believe his mother when she said that all of them were the same. No matter how a woman carried their demeanor, they need a man. They a need an almighty sword to handle their sheath. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't going to believe that logic. Not all women are like that. Not all men are like that. Granted that he enjoyed satisfying the "destitute and morally depressed" housewives that no longer were satisfied by their husbands. Gaining any moral compass, he often told that their husbands did the same thing, therefore, it wasn't cheating and it was just justification. Inko told him to not think about it for it shouldn't be any of his concern. His job and objective were to please the client to their choosing. Anything else was just non-issues.

Then what about Momo?

He couldn't look at the vice-president in her face upon returning to school. Any moment of opportunity, he averted Momo or avoided her. Case in point as he was sitting alone in the pavilion, a place where he called his little oasis over the past couple of days.

Momo was only following her true desire.

It still didn't make it right. The last thing he wanted Momo to think that he had done was forcing himself on her. That might as well be considered rape. He took another swig of his tea to calm his worry. He needed something to soothe the rumbling stomach and to drown the butterflies. He had hoped to take out the time to write an apology in a form of text.

He just can't figure out the words.

He heard a noise coming from the entrance. He was on guard. Unsure of what others used this pavilion for in his absence, he stood prepared for the worst.

At the corner of his eye, there stood the very person that might as well be the devil herself.

Momo Yaoyorozu rubbed her arms tenderly as she stood at the entrance of the pavilion. In her other hand was her packed lunch. Judging by the fabric of the ribbon that held her bento box, her food and the content of the box wasn't cheap. Compliments of the very mother who gave Izuku a few hundred dollar bills for a great time.

The wind picked up, creating a chilly draft from the pavilion. It was silent. Momo's skirt flapped, exposing her white panties. It made Izuku blush, turning away. He held on to his cinnamon roll while trying to come up with the words on what to say to Momo.

It seems like Momo was probably thinking the same way. She scratched the back of her head. She stood afoot, not making a move. Izuku was thinking that Momo planned this moment so she can give him a piece of her mind from the other night.

He was ready, accepting what was given to him.

Before he parted his lips, Momo spoke first. "Have you eaten, Midoriya?" Izuku stared blankly at Momo as she took a step closer to the pavilion. Is this the same Momo that forced herself off of him and ran off? This Momo should be attacking him, forcing him onto his wobbly knees and asking for mercy. "Aren't you hungry, Midoriya?"

He stared onto his baked good. He turned to Momo. "Well, this is lunch for the time being." He forced a small laugh. "I forgot my wallet at home and didn't want to be a burden to others." Honestly, he had options. Kayama-sensei would have devotedly, generously given him money. Girls like Camie, Mei, Itsuka, Yui, and Pony would have given him their lunches.

But honestly, there was no such thing as a free lunch. Everything, particularly those lunches, came with a price.

"Share mine with me. My mom has made plenty." She chuckled at herself. "And a dainty girl like myself can't finish all this." Izuku nodded, scooting and making room for the bench as Momo came to the seat. She reached for the handkerchief from her pocket to have a seat. The seat wasn't as clean, but Izuku was used to being in the dirt or in the dust.

Momo opened the bento box. Inside contained smothered hamburger in brown gravy with rice, tuna rolls, and fried tamago and onion. "I normally share this with Ashido but she is out with the others for lunch." She handed Izuku spare chopsticks. Momo put her hands together in a form of prayer. Izuku followed suit. After thanking God and blessing the meal, she clapped her hands. "Itadakimasu," she said as she began to partake. "Eat up, Midoriya, before it gets cold."

"Um, sure," replied Izuku as he took a piece of the fried tamago and onion. Compacted with flavor. It tasted as if it came from a five-star restaurant. Izuku didn't know about the elegance of taste until a client named Shoko Haimawari took him to dinner one evening. "This is good," he said as he took another biteful. He then ventured for the smothered hamburgers. "I haven't tasted food like this since...since...well, you know what I mean."

Momo nodded, taking a sip of his barley tea. Izuku didn't debate. It was just desserts for his forcing himself on her the other day. "My mother used to be a chef before heading for the corporate world." She took another bite of the hamburger. "Nowadays, this is a little piece of her former self."

"I see," replied Izuku. He had heard her mother spoke about her past. However, she never liked discussing it. The only thing she wanted Izuku to do was to make her think of the future, like obtaining a climax or heightening his sexuality. He shook away those thoughts, needing to concentrate on the younger Yaoyorozu and to produce an apology.

"I'd thought you will be hanging out with the boys for lunch," she said to him matter-of-factly.

"I see them enough in the day and on the weekends," he replied sharply. "Alone time is now a rarity and such a precious gift."

She eyed the emerald-haired teen. "You don't say?"

He swallowed the tuna roll. "Well, yes!" He took a breath, knowing that it wasn't a secret about his line of work. "When you are busying 'working,' moments like these are a breath of fresh air." He paused for a moment. He heard the sound of younger schoolchildren rushing past the pavilion. He can assume that today was a half day for them at their school.

"Alone time comes when you are sleeping," she said.

"Not when the client wants to spend the night," he said. "Often, they do."

He took his barley tea and moved around the bottle so he wouldn't touch her mark. He swallowed a few sips. "Listen, Yaoyorozu…."

"Momo."

"What?"

"From this point on, call me Momo, Izuku."

"Okay then, Momo." He looked at the ground as he rubbed his sole. "I want to apologize about the other night." He had expected Momo to drop a chopstick or shiver. Some kind of reaction. Momo stared onto Izuku inquisitively, as if she was reading his face. He swallowed a lump in his throat. After a few moments, she parted her lips. "You don't say, Izuku. What are you apologizing for?"

This wasn't easy. Having to relive the moments, or in his mind, detailing the incident that brought him and Momo to this position. His hands were clammy. He felt that as his hands were trembling with the chopstick in his hand. "I want to apologize for forcing myself on you. I knew it was wrong for what I did. Despite the fact I was following…." He stopped. He was of the age that he knew right from wrong. "You told me, no and I didn't stop. It was wrong of me. You had probably heard it all before. Guys that say it and then fall back on their word." He hit his chest. "I do mean it, Momo. If you want your money back, then say it. If you want to hit me, scratch me, bust my lip, do it." He extended his arms into the air. "I am at your mercy, Momo."

Momo looked perplexed from Izuku's perspective. Her eyes looked as if she was gathering information from what was occurring earlier. Did his words sound apologetic? Was it sincere, convincing? Momo fixated her lips and placed her chopsticks down. She stared at his nervous emerald-colored eyes. "Is this what you want, Izuku?" Her words were clarifying. Nothing to suggest that she was upset or mad. "Is this what you want?"

If it gave him a clear conscience, then yes. "Yes, Momo. Whatever I can to get this behind us." He closed his eyes, expecting a slap or a kick. At least a few swear words followed by unforgiving statements. He felt Momo stand up. Initially, he had thought that she would leave him alone. However, he felt something hovering over him. Strong presence, strong aura, strong scent of honeydew.

He snapped open his eyes as he felt something tugging his belt. Izuku saw Momo undoing his belt. Before he could speak, Momo put her finger to his lip, enticing silence. He listened.

Momo spread his legs apart, allowing her with room to enter. Momo narrowed her eyes as she unzipped his pants, wanting to face the very thing that gave her chills the other night. "Momo, you don't have to do this."

"Shut up," she said with sternness in her voice. "Who says that this is for you?" She urged silence as she pulled his dick from his boxers. Izuku winced as the breeze exposed his confined penis. Her eyes watched as his penis became alive by her touch.

Momo had hesitance. Izuku could tell as she pondered on the next move. This isn't right, he thought. He needed to stop this. He needed to alert her that this doesn't prove anything. Before he could speak, he felt his penis entering the warm confines of the vice president's mouth. Izuku pressed his back against the bench. He was nervous. He had to remind himself that he was in public and if he was able to find this spot, then others could as well.

Momo wouldn't listen. She didn't budge as she began producing slobbering noises with his dick. She hummed, which created vibration onto his throbbing member. He began panting in worry. Especially when she was hitting the right spots. She laced her tongue under his phallus, using the roof of her mouth to apply pressure. She parked his dick further into her mouth, even to the point where the end of his shaft met her mouth. He tried to pull back. He tried reaching for the end of the bench. The sound of the school bell began to ring.

Nothing. Momo continued sucking on his cock as if it was the best-tasting jawbreaker in the world, especially when his dick touched the inside of her jaws and now at her uvula. The way she was performing, one would think that this wasn't her first time.

Then, the bobbing noises began. She hummed each time she sucked on his cock. Momo was good. No, great at this. Never in his life did a blowjob felt this good. Needing further stimulation, he reached for her hair. Momo didn't budge as he used her head to grip as he used his hips to rock her head. Slobbering noises and bobbing noises were now greater.

Izuku felt his balls getting heavier. Momo then used her hand to massage his thigh. The other hand, she aimed for her pussy. Izuku felt the shift of her body upon contact with her hand in her pussy. He licked his lips in ecstasy. No way was the vice-president was this great at giving head, he thought to himself.

"Momo, I am there. I am coming. I am coming," he said to her as he deposited his seeds inside of her mouth. He felt her croaked as the impact bombarded her mouth. She moaned loudly as she didn't stop sucking his dick like a vacuum. At each spurt, she sucked. She continued ingesting his ejaculate until the orgasm had ceased.

She pulled back pulling her hand from her wet, piping pussy. Izuku could tell but its slimy contents that she was in heat. Was that why she was quiet over the last couple of days? Was that way she made herself known to him today? Was she that worried or concerned?

Or, was she what his mother had told him that evening?

Momo swallowed the contents. She was adamant, picking herself off from the ground. She nodded her head as she grabbed her bento box. She made her final bow before scurrying off. The tardy bell made its final ring. Izuku was left alone.

Later that evening….

Izuku returned back to his home. Upon opening the door, he had called out his mother's name. As he was taking off his shoes, his mother came from the living room. She was getting herself set up for tonight.

"Evening, love," she told her son. She cradled his neck, urging a kiss from her son. Izuku wrapped his lips around his mother. There were no boundaries for the mother and son duo that were partners for this escort service. They broke the kiss, leaving a bridge of saliva between each other. "How was school, love?"

"School was fine, okaa-san," he told his mother as he put on his houseshoes.

"Icchan, Kayama-sensei called me. She said you and Momo had an encounter this afternoon," she purred to him.

Izuku stood frozen at the hallway. He turned to his mother. "Yes, ma'am?"

Inko perched a smile. "Sweetheart, no rock is left unturned when you are on the menu with the prying eyes of UA High." She slapped his ass. "That school can't keep secrets from me." She winked. "Alas, I knew she would come around. They all do."

"Yes, ma'am." He didn't want to think about that. He wanted to leave him alone, let it be figured out on his own terms. As he aimed for his room, he turned to his mother. "So, Rei and Mayuko tonight, correct?"

"Yes, dear," replied Inko. "However, I had to pencil an earlier appointment."

Mother Dearest, he thought to himself. "Who is on the tab for this evening?"

She rubbed her cheek tenderly. "A very quite familiar face. In fact, she was the one who had informed Kayama-sensei about you guys this afternoon." She tapped her feet. "You know, Izuku, your handsomeness is showing. Amazing how my little man with such a blessing can sway these little girls."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door. She produced a smile to Izuku. "There she is now."

"Ok, let me shower," replied Izuku as he headed into his room.

"No need to," she told him. "In fact, this was her preference. As is!" She walked to the door. "Kayama-sensei already gave her the lowdown before her arrival. So, just keep what you have on and head to your room to pull out the kotatsu."

Izuku heard his mother using the secret phrase before opening the door. His eyes widened when seeing the familiar face in his sight.

"Mina?"

To be continued….Stay tuned for the next chapter of The Queen's Game (Mina's Arc)