Ladies and gentlemen, after five months, here is the chapter of 'The Queen's Game (Mina's Arc) (Part II).' Warning: the following chapter contains bondage, spanking, humiliation, and strong sexual content. If this isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from this chapter. As a reminder, the author doesn't support and/or encourage the events portrayed in the story. This is an OOC Mina x OOC Izuku story. Enjoy!
Izuku used lavender candles to set the mood. He wasn't really sure if these candles, in particular, would do the trick. Closing the door created the atmosphere to be thicker than it already was in the living room. He sat in front of his mini-bar as he made himself a drink. Opting a route of remaining sober, he poured a glass of ginger ale. As a reminder, he never liked the taste of alcohol. He had only done that to please his older clients. Something about that strong distilled spirit easily loosens the lips of those deprived women.
He wettened his whistle, allowing the coolness of the beverage entering his throat. Honestly, it was more of stalling. Averting his eyes from the inevitable sat the quiet and motionless pinkette on his bed. Her hands were on her lap. Her legs were crossed. Her eyes were narrowing at him. He felt the heat behind him as he had never felt uncomfortable. Especially when it was his own bedroom.
The women he served knew what they were getting. A service. Nothing more, nothing less. He would get the occasional more-than-friends, less-than-lovers, but they never last long. A square was bad for business. Besides, he stuck by the code. If he were looking from the outside looking in, he would enjoy the position of being a call boy to women who were in need to be loved, to be covered, to be protected, to be honored.
He finished his drink, leaving only the ice in the glass. He put aside those thoughts for now as he finally turned to the matter at hand. Still sporting his uniform, he loosened his tie as a cue that was initiating the process to begin this night.
Mina Ashido was one of the last girls he had ever expected to be here. This woman was a people's champ. A happy-go-lucky kind of girl. A bit of a jokester, a school flirt, and the appearance as a school vixen. Nevertheless, that facade was nothing more than the cover of an adorable, humble girl. He had spent moments with her afterschool working on homework or studying with her. She was the one that took charge when he had lacked (mostly when he couldn't focus as he often lost sleep from the nights with housewives or outcall work to spread his name to the inner circle of the city). He was quite smitten as he knew whoever was to take her hand was a lucky guy.
He, himself, felt that he didn't belong in that circle. That card was long taking away after the many practices Kayama-sensei taught him to be a good call boy to the desired and to the deprived.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." He humbly bowed before Mina. Mina keep the same attitude even when she was in the living room. She looked like a woman on a mission. A woman bound to deliver what was given to him. Her face was flat. Her arms were stiffened, crossed at her chest. Her hair looked somewhat unkempt. Seeing the tear-stained eyes due to the smudged makeup, he had a feeling why this was short noticed. "I am sorry I didn't present myself as the host for the evening, but would you care for a drink?"
Mina didn't respond at first. She pursed her lips, observing more of Izuku. Her eyes darted, scanning every area of the teen's body. Izuku shied away, preferring to look at the window of his apartment building.
Never at this moment did he felt judged.
"You didn't make a request on what services you desire," he said calmly with a hint of nervousness. "Would you like to…"
"No!" The pinkette cut him off as she stood up from the bed. Izuku took strong breaths as he felt his pores opening at the tension. Izuku watched as the pinkette tilted her head as she first removed her socks. She kicked them away swiftly as she slowly took off her stockings.
Izuku kept watching. Observing the beauty of a normal teen. Normal was the best word to describe this situation. By then, most of his women would have instantly thrown him on the bed. With their hungry lips, tackling him and craving him as if he was the tastiest delicacy on this side of the far east. Undressing him with their eyes before literally removing every single ounce of clothing. Most of them didn't even want foreplay.
It made him think back to the times he had shared a bed with Kayama-sensei. Lying naked in her bed, watching her smoke a cigarette and sharing a drink with him. Izuku, at some point you will understand the commonality between man and beast. We all have desires. We all have one thing on our mind. We all seek it, crave it, want it, pursue it, and then do it. The only difference is - man is capable of having feelings behind it. In the end, carnal instincts affect all. Even the holiest of a man.
Mina's stomach was exposed. Soft, supple, creamy, and pink. She was careful as she tossed her blouse to the floor. She was silent, proceeding to unsnap her bra. Upon dropping her bra, her breasts drop. Her eyes squinted. Izuku felt that. He wasn't sure which one was feeling like the master or the fool.
She pulled down her skirt, exposing her white panties. She quickly and attentively dropped them to the floor. Her eyes were onto the floor as she scooted those clothes aside. Her face picked back up and now was facing Izuku. The only thing that remained the same was her face.
Before Izuku produced a vow, Mina incited silence by raising her hand. The way she moved it, displayed it looked as though he didn't have any say or permission to do anything. Izuku knew her body was giving clues as to if he was to blame for her current existence.
She waved her finger, instructing him to her. Five minutes in the bedroom and not once did she exchange a single letter, a single vowel. Her actions were speaking loud for him. He made careful, slow, if not cautious steps to the pinkette. To be taller than her, never did he fell short in his life.
Inches apart they became. She pressed her body to his. Izuku felt the softness of her breasts. Breasts that reminded him of soft pudding, marshmallows even. She planted her nose to his shirt, gripping her hands tightly around his. She laid every single digit on both arms. Gripping tightly from nail to skin.
She planted her lips onto his neck. Slight, not-so-sweet pecks. As she used her lips to plant marks, she used her hand to unbutton his shirt. One by one were the buttons removed. She took her time. If this were any other woman, she would be on her second part of the action, whichever it may be. No, not Ashido. Ashido was taking her sweet time, savoring this moment.
Like a child who was eating the last piece of a dessert that her grandmother made before she crossed into the great beyond. It wasn't Izuku's perfect analogy, but that lingering feeling was getting to him.
She finally made it to the last button, removing his shirt and tossing it to the side. Her eyes dropped to his pants. She sighed as if she was obligated to do such a tedious task. She reached for his belt, unbuckling it and removing it from the loops.
Her unmoved face paused when she held the belt. Instead of tossing it aside, she simply dropped it to the floor. The loud ping made Izuku flinch. Never did he felt something so heavy hit the floor.
She unbuttoned his pants, pulling it down and showcasing his boxers. She furrowed at the sight. Izuku wanted to say a word. He wanted to recant, to say this is enough. However, her demanding eyes alert him as if she had caught wind of his thoughts.
Understand that this was a service, he must tend to his duties.
She pulled down his pants and his boxers down to the floor. Using her fingers, she snapped toward the gun. He assumed that she wanted those aside as well, so he followed suit.
He was now naked. She, too, was naked. Izuku turned red. Mina remained unmoved.
This was now more than he could bear. It was time to intervene.
"Mina…" He was once again cut off. Mina put her finger to his quivering lips. She waved them gently from top to the bottom, partially inserting it into his mouth.
"I think I know what I want." She had finally spoken.
Without warning, Mina used her foot to make Izuku lose his balance. Izuku tried to catch his balance but fell. Fortunately, he landed on the bed. As he met with the mattress, Mina came from behind him and grabbed both of his arms.
Izuku tried to respond but it was met with her hand, inciting silence once more.
"Refuse any of my advances, this will make contact with your face." She furrowed her eyes. "Do you hear me?"
He didn't answer. He wasn't sure that this was a test. He simply nodded.
"Thank you, Midoriya!" She reached something from the floor behind him. She told him to keep his face forward on the bed. He complied, nervously nodding to her request. He felt the pinkette wrapping something around his hands. He knew that it was his belt. It was now an obstruction to keep him from moving. His hands were useless.
He heard her grabbed something else. The sound of tearing filled the room. Whatever it was, she used it around his legs. She had secured it tightly. It felt soft. Only God knew what it was as he kept his instruction of facing forward.
"A position that seems fit for you." It sounded harsh like fingernails on chalkboards. Izuku pondered on what he had done to put himself in this position. Not even thr housewives were this merciless.
"Kayama-sensei tells me that you keep certain items in a certain drawer behind the mini-bar as tools of punishment," she said as she trailed away from the bed. Izuku was fidgeting, trying to move and see which direction Mina was heading to. He swallowed the lump in his throat when configuring in his head what instrument she was referring about.
The sounds of Mina's footsteps returned when she made her presence known once again. "So, these are the tools that you allow these shrews to use upon you." Izuku flinched when hearing the tool hit against the bedpost. "Answer me, Midoriya!"
Izuku didn't respond.
"I won't hurt you. Just answer me this once!"
"Okay!"
"These tools...you allow them to use them on you."
"Only by request!"
Izuku felt the tool make contact with his ass. Izuku yelped, using his pillow to sink his teeth to muffle the noise.
Mina clicked her tongue. "Pity! I don't recall telling you to answer me twice."
Izuku could hear her giggling. She was giggling. This was a contrast to being unmoved. Meanwhile, he squirmed as he swayed his hips to find some kind of relief. He was familiar with that instrument.
It was a Pro Hero 18+ classic.
"This instrument. You allow certain girls to do this kind of thing. Right?"
Izuku nodded.
"Good boy!" He was greeted with a pat to the head. "Obeying orders as a good slut should."
She spanked his ass again with the whip.
"Ouch!"
She spanked his ass once more.
"Silence, you dog," she said sternly. "I don't recall giving you permission to speak." She slapped his back with her bare hands. "And, I don't like sluts." She clicked her tongue. "Sluts are like dogs. Subservient, bottom-feeders, always on their hands and knees to do what they are told." She spanked his ass. "Are you a slut, you dog?"
Izuku didn't answer.
SMACK!
"Are you?"
SMACK!
"Are you, you dog?"
Izuku felt the whip cascaded his ass in different directions. By this time, it mattered not if he answered or not, she continued using the whip mercilessly until she felt she was through.
"Are you? Are you? Are you a slut, Izuku? Answer me, you dog?"
"Yes," he barked loudly. "Yes, yes! I am a dog. I am a slut. I am whatever you want me to be, Mina!" Izuku felt like he was to give out. Never did he felt such pain onto his ass. He can feel some sore spots. Never did spanking felt this horrendous. "Yes," he replied faintly. "I am a slut! I am a dog! I am your dog! Please stop!"
He heard Mina panting. She, too, showed exhaustion. It was to Izuku's relief when he heard the whip drop to the ground.
"I am glad that you have addressed yourself as the true form you are, you dog slut." Mina got onto her knees and pulled Izuku by his hair. With force, she tossed his body onto his back, showing Mina.
By this time, he saw that Mina was sporting a black masquerade mask. Her eyes were staring daggers onto him. Kayama-sensei informed Mina of his spots well. Izuku relaxed his body.
He understood what Mina desired.
"Are you complaint, you dog," barked Mina.
"Woof," respond Izuku.
She patted his head. "Good boy, Izuku. Good boy, Deku!" The tone she delivered to him using his God-forsaken nickname was like a stab to the spine.
She stood onto her knees. While grabbing his head with one hand, she used her other hand to spread her pussy. Her slit displayed stickiness and juices. "Dogs know how to clean and take care of their owners. I expect you to do the same, Deku!" She put his nose into her pussy. "You should be used to sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, don't you, dog?"
Izuku didn't answer.
"Well, you are a slut. You are used to doing what seems like your role. Now lick!"
Izuku's face was straddled to the pinkette's pussy. He proceeding in licking her cavern. Izuku was familiar to the taste of a woman's pussy. The motion, the texture, the taste. The latter was Izuku's expertise, per se, as taste also depicted feelings.
The taste was very bittersweet.
"This kind of action is weak," barked Mina. "To be called the master of sex? I think a pig could perform better than you!"
She sighed as she took it upon herself to force his head into her leaking pussy. Mina held his hair in her hands as she decided to ride him. Izuku tried keeping up with the movements and used his tongue as best as he could.
With the brute force, she was doing to his face, it was enough work and a challenge just to breathe.
Nevertheless, he knew that his feelings weren't any of her concern as she took pleasure on her pet. Concerned with her own satisfaction, she continued riding him until she felt her impending climax.
She didn't give him any sign of a warning. He was welcomed with the clear fluids entering his mouth.
"Swallow! Don't you dare spill a drop, you dog," demanded Mina in a harsh whisper.
Izuku ingested much of her juices as he could, swallowing and somewhat choking in the process. She finally let go on his hair, making him return back to the bed.
"It was okay," she informed him as she cracked her knuckles. "If you plan to do this again, then I suggest you reading books on pleasing a woman. Or unless the dog has a hard time following directions."
Once more, he didn't speak. This made Mina produce a smirk.
"Good boy! Speak when you are spoken to! Such a damn fucking pervert!" She spat on him. "Fucking disgracing whore!"
Izuku parted his lips but was welcomed with a teeth-rattling slap. He instinctively went back down, reeling in shock. What had he done? It took him a moment to blink back the tears from the sting of her slap. When his vision cleared enough for him to be able to see her, she was glaring down at him.
"Don't dare say a fucking word, Deku! Not a fucking word! I am just giving you what you deserve, what you do to others," she said angrily. "I think I have been quite easy on you until now. Don't become non-complaint. Or unless you want me to whip that front of yours." She clicked her tongue with a strong sense of insincerity. "I don't think your other shrews would enjoy that. Quality assurance will definitely drop. Nod your head if you understand me."
Izuku only wanted to state his concern. Although this is her desire, this was something more personal.
She used her finger to garner Izuku's tears. "I have always been curious about what is it like to use tears as a lubricant." She positioned her body onto his chest. She slid down to his groin with his dick touching her back. She leaned back to use his tears onto his now swollen cock. "Seems like your tail doesn't discriminate on what kind of stranger it greets."
Izuku felt her pussy juices dripping on his stomach, slowly making its way to his groin. His dick stood attentive, awaiting her pussy to make contact. He wasn't sure if it was out of fear, instinct, or attraction. He had always admired the pinkette, enjoying each and every moment the duo shared. He wouldn't think the same girl who he just bumped fist earlier that day would be hovering over him.
She smirked again. "Tail as thick as a PVC pipe. I am surprised it can handle so much pussy." She slapped his throbbing member. "How many cunts did you release your dirty spunk?"
He didn't answer.
"How many wives you had snuck away from their husbands?"
He didn't answer.
"Do you ever wonder how much heartbreak you might cause." She covered her mouth, feigning shock. "Think what you have done, Izuku? What happens if some husband discovers this? You will be oh so dead." She shook her head. "So much trouble," she said in a sing-song.
A wretched knot entered his gut. Mina. This is beyond just lust. This is...this is…
She slid her moist cavern over his dick. "A dick that has taken many housewives, girlfriends, mothers, friends. Can you even remember how a pussy feels by now? Which one is soft, rough, smooth around the edges? Are you getting numb? Surprised you aren't being limped or bored."
He stared blankly into Mina's doe eyes.
"Do you even give a damn?"
Her demeanor is changing. He could tell by her position, her stance.
"Do you ever think of others before doing such a thing."
She was speaking just words. Her body was tensed. He continued being observant. Sweat poured from her face. Her breath was ragged, if not labored. He shut his eyes.
He had enough.
"Mina, let's end this!"
"What are you talking about? Who gave you permission to speak?"
Izuku slowly exposed his hands. Although sore and red from the restraints, it wasn't the first time being in this position. He just played along until the session was down. Izuku thought back to the moment when he and his mother were alone after the incident with Momo.
A woman is like any other woman. A woman who craves passion and desire.
No person marks something by accident. Her heart knew what she wanted. But her brain did her thinking instead.
All women crave what's in front of you.
This tool here is your birthright. It always kept women in their place. It neutralizes anything within. Even lesbians bow down to the almighty dick.
Mina's desire was to inflict pain, to have this sensation of having power. That was true but Izuku knew that there was a miscalculation.
"What are you staring at," she shouted. "Shall I hit you again to prove my point."
"Mina, whatever I have done to inflict this pain, I am sorry."
"Shut up, Deku! You have no say on how I feel right now."
"That is the thing, Mina. I don't. You're right. I have no right or say. However, I want to make an apology if I did."
"Stop it, Deku! You are just saying that to save face."
Izuku slowly extended his hands to Mina. Mina grabbed his arm to stop him but he had the upper hand. He swayed her hair, stroking it gently. He took off the mask from her face.
Exposing her true form.
"You wear that mask to cover yourself from the truth." He inhaled calmly, stroking the now stemming tears down her flushed cheek. "Your desire was to inflict pain. However, it wasn't on me...but to yourself."
She dug into his nails, trying to resist. Her legs were buckling causing her to drop to his hip.
"Leave me alone, Deku," she said as she fought the tears. "You don't know anything."
"You're right, I don't. But we're friends. Can you explain to me?"
She sniffled. "Friends don't let friends fuck their best friends."
Izuku let go of Mina. She saw.
Izuku loosened his legs from the restraints. Mina got from his hips as she began to wail silently. Izuku kept his face toward the wall. "I'm sorry that you have seen what you did see. I...I...didn't...I wasn't." He sighed in defeat. Even if he found the words to produce an apology, it was futile.
"You can go home, Mina. I am sorry to have hurt you."
"No!"
Izuku heard the shuffling of the bed. Mina lied on it. She spread her legs, exposing her pussy.
"Mina, what are you doing?"
"Feeling my desire. Isn't that you do?"
"Mina, you are better than this."
"What if I am not?"
"..."
"I...I want to know how she felt."
"I can't speak of that."
"Then, show me."
Izuku got on top of her. Her face was tensed. She was nervous. He had already hinted that she was a virgin. He positioned his dick to her cavern. "I am going to take my time. Breathe in, breathe out!" He started the head into her cavern. She hissed on contact, feeling the sting.
"Sorry," he said.
"Keep going," she said urgently. "I am a big girl. I can take it!"
"Understood." He dug deeper into her pussy. He felt the tear of flesh as he entered further. The hotness of her liquid surrounded his cock. He saw spots of red evacuating her pussy. He leaned over to her, using his finger to wipe her tears.
"Don't feel sorry for me," she told him. "I am much confused right now."
"Sorry for showing this to you, Mina."
He wrapped his arms tightly around her legs, adjusting to thrusting inside of her. He rocked his hips a little faster so that Mina can be accommodated.
"It is starting to feel good," said Mina as she covered her eyes.
Izuku closed his eyes as well. In his mind, he felt terrible. This wasn't the typical housewife, businesswoman, casual hookups, and the like. This was a teenage girl who was spoiling her virginity to a guy who was an escort, a rent boy, a prostitute.
A boy that she loved.
Earlier that afternoon….
'Mina and I are somewhat rivals.' Momo was lying on the futon in the school shed. It was gym period and by fate, she and Izuku were assigned cleaning duty. 'We tend to compete on a lot of things.'
Momo pecked Izuku on the cheek. He was on top of her. She cupped his chest, caressing it as he did the same. Earlier in class before gym, Momo texted Izuku in a message that she wanted to continue where they had left off.
'I never knew that Ashido felt that way for me,' said Izuku as he inserted his dick into her pussy. There was no adjustment, straight to the base. Momo was quivering, grabbing hold to his shoulder. 'Didn't think my first time would be somewhat painful,' she said while laughing.
'It gets better,' said Izuku.
'I like you as well. Even before discovering what you were doing for a living.'
'I didn't have any idea. Neither of you two.'
'That is okay. You have always been this dense.'
'I enjoy you guys. I care for you. But honestly, I don't think I am worthy.'
'You are, baby. Just for now, treat me as your woman.'
Back to the present….
Izuku grabbed Mina and positioned her on top as he landed on his back. Mina blushingly stared at him.
"What are you doing," asked Mina.
"Making you as comfortable as possible," said Izuku.
"Even after how I treat you," asked Mina.
"The least I can do. Sorry for showing you this me," said Izuku.
"Why are you so damn dense?"
"I've been told that more than once."
Mina leisurely rocked back and forth as she adjusted to having sex. She gyrated her hips as Izuku had a grip to her ass. Izuku didn't speak as his instincts were speaking for him as he thrust his hips. He used her tities as a guide to hold as he wanted to release the tension from his balls. He knew that he was going to produce a fat wad into her womb.
She gingerly awaited it.
"Right there, Izuku," she screamed. "Right there, Izuku."
"Mina! Mina!"
She began gyrating her hips faster. Izuku knew that it wasn't long until he came.
"Mina, I am going to come!"
"Come inside of me, Izuku!"
"I am coming!" He let out a cry as he felt his sperm make a deposit inside of her pussy. The intensity made her climax. A combination of semen and juices spurt out, covering their stomachs. At each spurt, she thrust. She thrust until the orgasm ceased beyond pleasure.
Both were panting in silence. She leaned backward, pulling his dick out of her vagina. Izuku stared at the ceiling, trying to rationalize the situation.
Sometime later….
Inko was sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper. She had a coffee cup in one hand and a cigarette with the other. She waited for Mina to exit out of the room.
Hearing the door opened confirmed their finishing. Inko stood up and went to the source. Mina exited the room alone.
Being professional, Inko spoke. "How was it, dear?"
"I have really enjoyed myself," she said humbly. She bowed formally to Inko. "Thank you, Auntie."
"Don't mention it."
"Understood!" Mina didn't speak any further. She grabbed her shoes and placed them on before exiting out of the apartment.
Once seeing the door closed, she walked to her son's bedroom.
Izuku was sitting on the chair drinking a shot of vodka.
"I canceled the others tonight," said Inko as she sat across from her son. "I think a night off is necessary." She pated her thigh. "Maybe two at best."
Izuku didn't look at his mother. He took another swig of his vodka before putting it down. "Okaa-san, we can't...we…" He sighed. "I don't think we need to involve any more people from UA High. It will look bad."
Inko sighed heavily. "Agreed. I really concur with you, Icchan."
"Momo, Mina, people like them. Good people," said Izuku. "They don't need to involve themselves in things like this. No matter how much money they got."
Inko didn't object. She saw that Izuku was pouring another shot of vodka and passed it to her. She silently thanked him before taking the shot. "You're right, dear. I really agree." She looked at the window before looking back to her son. "While you and Mina were doing your business, me and Nemuri spoke about changing venues."
Izuku didn't respond. He sighed and nodded his head.
"After today, we will shut down affairs with UA High," said Inko. "And keeping it with strictly adult clientele."
"Yes, ma'am."
She stood up, approaching her son and kissing him on the lips. "Get some rest. We will talk in the morning."
"Yeah. Good Night, Okaa-san."
"Night, Icchan."
"Okaa-san?"
"Yeah!"
"Is it common to carry a facade?"
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, wearing a mask. As if what you catch feelings yourself?"
"Get some rest, honey. I love you!"
"Love you, too!"
Inko closed the door as she returned to the living room. She shook her head as she pondered on the events that led to this. Thinking back, was any of this worth it. Who knew how a tutoring session with Izuku and Kayama-sensei turned into this.
She returned to her post in the kitchen as she saw her laptop. She resumed back to searching for a new apartment. Maybe in another part of the neighborhood, in another city.
She remembered Kayama-sensei mentioning a place in another prefecture.
Meanwhile….
Mina, if things were under a different circumstance, I would have loved to take you someplace nice. Ice cream, movies, you name it. Sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances.
-Izuku
P.S. My answer would have been a yes! Once again I am sorry!
To be continued?