Hey, guys! This is GOTA with another installment of the MHI Vampire Chronicles - 'Girls From The Low End.' In this chapter, Hitoshi aids Izuku in the pleasure of lovemaking. Then, Izuku has a confession to make to Hitoshi. Later, the Low End Girls finally make their move. Enjoy!

Izuku was instructed to wait for Hitoshi in her bedroom. He wasn't alarmed as it wasn't his first time being in her bedroom. Despite her gothic nature, the teen's room was adorned in pink, unicorns, and rainbows. She loved pretty things and things that reminded her of her cinnamon roll. Izuku was holding onto a customized plush toy of himself before she entered the bedroom.

She was like a blushing bride - sporting a black see-through negligee with her soft, cotton black-and-white striped panties. She took nervous steps as she couldn't believe the events were going to unfold in the bedroom.

"Did you brush your teeth, young man," asked Hitoshi precociously.

He smiled, exposing all of his thirty-two. "I did. See," he replied melodically.

She examined his cute feet, seeing that he did. "Smells minty with a hint of bubblegum," she replied as she pinched his nose, which made him ticklish. "Hitoshi-chan," he said while giggling.

Izuku was wearing nothing but boxers. Of course, it didn't go without concern as he oftentimes did it whenever the futon was too hot. Like always, whenever Hitoshi wakes up in the night, she would fold his pajamas properly before covering and cradling beside him. It melted her heart whenever he smacked his lips and pressed his body against hers, saying her name in his sleep.

Now, guilt was consuming her mind. She loved this boy. Unlike the others, she sincerely harbored feelings for him. Now, she was preparing to teach him the ways of adulthood (again).

"Are you ready," asked Hitoshi.

"Hmm, hmm," replied Izuku. "I'm always ready for you, Hitoshi-senpai! I love you!"

She touched her heart. Although it was undead, she was certain she felt rhythmic beats. "You do?!"

He nodded as he responded melodically. "You always looked out for me. You take care of me like a big sister does. I really love you this much." His head dropped, turning away from Hitoshi. "I know I can be a handful. I know I am not an easy person to deal with."

"Don't say that, sweetness!"

"It's true," he responded. He looked at himself. "Do you know that sometimes I dream about what I used to be?"

"You do?"

"I can't say that it is me, but I know it is me. I see my face. I can't recall my memories before...that day, but I know somewhere in my brain, that part of me exists," he answered softly. "At my previous school, I know that I was attacked by a vampire."

She played coy. "Did you?"

"Hmm, hmm," he said. "She always comes to me in my dreams. She replays the same images of the events day by day." He lifted his head, exposing his neck. "This was the spot where she kissed me."

Hitoshi kept silent. She knew about those marks. Indents of a vampire bite.

"She was an older woman with long black hair. Eyes like the autumn sky. A voice that is hauntingly beautiful and ears that reminded me of a wolf," said Izuku. "She told me that she has watched me and I should call her Mother or Master or Mistress." He touched his thigh. "I tried running away, senpai. I couldn't run fast enough." Tears began pelting his thighs. "I ran and I ran and I ran, but she is always there. She was always floating. So slowly as if she was taking her time, Senpai."

"Icchan!"

"She draws in a corner, using her finger to scale my neck," he said. "She kisses me harshly, using my body for posture. Then, then, then…."

"Icchan!"

"She wasn't like you, Senpai. She was mean and nasty. She did things to me. Things that you should do with your lover and not with a stranger," he responded. He turned to Hitoshi. "Ever since then, the itch in my pants comes. I remembered her telling me that when you feel like that, it means that you love someone." His beady eyes were watering. "But I don't like her, senpai. I feel this way about you, but it feels so wrong."

"Icchan!"

"Sorry that I made a teeny-weeny lie," said Izuku. "I know what happens when a girl touches a guy's special place." He lowered his head. "I just didn't want you to think of me as a weirdo."

Hitoshi quickly reached for Izuku and tightly embraced the teen. She bit into her lip, trying her hardest to contain her tears. She rubbed her fingers through his hair and then kissed him on his forehead.

"You will never be a weirdo to me, sport," she kissed him again on the forehead.

"I am not?"

She used her hand to wipe his tears. "No, Izuku! I am happy to be your senpai. I am happy to be your friend." Izuku saw Hitoshi placing her hand on his chest. "And I am happy and honored for wanting to make you feel good."

Hitoshi was nimble as she softly pushed Izuku to the bed. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she used her hand to touch his special place. He hissed by the contact. "Shall I stop," asked Hitoshi worriedly.

"No," he retorted. "Please keep going. Please make me forget this woman." He blushed as he turned his head. "If it's somebody who wants to touch me, I would rather it be you."

Hitoshi lowered herself to Izuku. "You mean the world to me, my little emerald gem." She whispered into his ear. "I love you like crazy!" Hitoshi wrapped her lips around his. He didn't resist. He fully embraced her lips as her tongue decided to invite itself into his mouth. Smacking noises filled the bedroom as both swapped tongues with each other. The more they kissed, the more it excited the two.

Izuku felt his dick stirring, protruding from his boxers. Hitoshi felt her pussy being steamy from the sensation of the kiss. The two continued swapping lips, not letting each other go. Hitoshi positioned herself on top of him as they were bathing in their steamy passion.

"You're so pretty to me, Icchan," she said as she continuously gave him pecks. "A precious child you are. No! A precious man."

Izuku couldn't speak. Dialogue was replaced with moans. She chuckled before resuming their kiss.

Instincts were prevalent as Hitoshi spread his legs as her hips proceeded to buck his groin. He squirmed momentarily but it didn't deter him from their kissing. Hitoshi was surprised that he was a good kisser, which she found damning. She cursed herself for the bitch that stole his innocence. More moans were emitting from Izuku's mouth. "Hitoshi-chan," he cried. "I feel like I am floating away."

"Describe to me how you're feeling," asked Hitoshi teasingly.

"My head feels like a fog," he answered. "Seems like everything is turning white."

She licked her lips. "That's because you are turned on, baby." She slowly removed her negligee. "Do you feel good?"

"I do," he admitted.

"Watch this! Close your eyes for Senpai."

He understood, following her instructions. She stuck out her tongue as she kissed his nipples. He squirmed when feeling her wettest muscle touching his chest. While licking on one nipple, she used the other one to rub and knead like dough.

He covered his mouth, trying to muffle his moans.

"Don't be ashamed to moan, Icchan," she said with reassurance. "Let it out! Let me hear your cries."

Having the permission, he cried to the heavens like a skittish kitten. Hitoshi couldn't contain the hunger any longer. Once removing her panties, she was in her purest form. Her pale skin meshed with his body as she moved from his nipples to his chest. As much as she wanted pleasure herself, she put herself as Izuku was her primary cause for concern.

She licked him from his chest to his belly button, encircling the area before nibbling at the edge. "Oh! I can see your little friend is excited. Is that the itch in your pants, Icchan?"

"Hmm, hmm," he answered.

"Don't mind if I scratch it," she said teasingly. She lowered his boxers to his knees. She saw his attentive penis. "My little friend. I will make sure that you feel good like your father, okay?" She kissed the phallus. She spooled saliva from her mouth to cover the head. Then, blew onto it.

He arched his back from the feeling. "Shh, relax, Icchan baby. Your Senpai has you."

Izuku clenched his fist as he felt the sensation of Hitoshi's tongue licking and swirling around his chin chin (or at least that was what his mother said to him). Moans were emitting from his mouth as Hitoshi ingested his cock into her mouth.

"Hitoshi-chan," he cried as he felt the suction of her lips. Hitoshi took her hands, intertwining it in the process. "Please feel good from this," she muffled from her mouth. Hitoshi made throbbing noises as she coated his penis with her saliva. To think his dick was thick enough to touch her uvula. She took moments so she could breath.

Izuku instinctively bucked his hips as Hitoshi continued sucking his dick. "Senpai, senpai, senpai! Kimochi! Kimochi!"

She could taste the precum leaking from his spout. She knew it was only a matter of time before he climaxed.

"Senpai, I am feeling funny," he said to her. "The tingling feeling is radiating from my penis."

Hitoshi didn't listen as she craved more of his cock. She thrust faster, ensuring to savor every ounce of his milk when he came.

"It's coming out. Something's coming out," cried Izuku.

Hitoshi's eyes widened as the impact of his semen splashed into her mouth. Enough to cover the entire palette, she briefly choked before being able to control it. Izuku squirmed, especially at each time he spurt, she suctioned his mouth, squeezing everything out of his spout.

Now caught in the ebb and flow, she made a popping sound as she removed his dick from her mouth. "Your seeds, Icchan! I ate them all!"

Izuku didn't answer. He covered his face. He was beet red from the embarrassment.

She giggled. "Did your itch calm down?"

"It did," he answered.

"Why are you blushing and covering yourself, sweetie?"

"Because I really love you, Senpai."

"I know you do!"

"No," he sniffled. "As in, I love you more than a friend, Senpai. I just don't want to just be your little brother."

She lowered herself at face length with Izuku. "I know, kiddo! I love you the same way." She smiled. "No way I would do this with anybody. You're special to me." She arched her back as she felt the sturdiness of his cock rubbing against her ass. "You mean so much to me, Icchan! I am glad you are in my life."

"Senpai?"

"Yes, darling."

"Make me into your familiar."

Upon hearing those words, her eyes began to glow. Her fangs became exposed. "Is that what you want?"

"I rather it be you, Senpai. Make me as one of your own. For I belong to you."

She closed her eyes. She was thanking God for this moment. "I love you, Izuku. I am proud of you." She purred as she guided his dick into her pussy. She bit her lip, feeling the intensity of his dick wrapped in her tight pussy. Her cervix made contact with his member, giving it permission to be in her rightful place.

The moment of impact, she felt their hearts connecting.

"With this, you're forever mine," she said in a deeper serious tone. "You are now becoming my familiar, my precious blood doll!"

She took the lead. To her knowledge, Izuku wasn't a virgin. Nevertheless, instincts of a man appeared as he took slow paces, trying to keep a tempo with their thrusting.

"By the gods," she cried as her womb wrapped around his dick tightly. She lowered herself to him as they were sharing a kiss. As they were kissing, she used her strength to roll Izuku on top. She curled and wrapped her legs tightly around him to ensure that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Senpai," he cried as he continued sloppily thrusting.

"Icchan," she cried as she pulled him for another kiss. She used her nails to claw his back. The emerald-haired child didn't flinch. The hotness of their passion overrode the pain as it was turning into pleasure.

"You're mine, Izuku," she cried loudly. "No one else can claim you. You're my property! You're my familiar. You're my lover!" She grabbed his neck, presenting her fangs. "And I am yours!"

She bit into his neck. She was making her claim of her property. She bit deeper. She wanted it to hurt. She wanted him to know her true feelings. Izuku didn't mind as each time she did it, it only increased the pleasure.

Blood covered her mouth as she tasted the sweetest flavor in her life. It was liquid platinum. "I want more of you. This isn't enough!" She bit into his neck again. She continued draining his liquid nectar. The more she drank, the deeper Izuku dug into her womb with his dick.

She moaned louder than ever before. The pleasure was filling her in many ways than one. "Deeper, Izuku, deeper. So good, baby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Claim me." She moaned loudly. She felt wonderful. His huge dick was stretching out her pussy. His hands and mouth were playing with her breasts. She was in bliss.

Izuku was pumper faster. He was getting sloppier. Tears were coming out of his eyes by the blinding essence of pain and pleasure. "Hitoshi-chan, I am getting the tingling feeling again. It is radiating throughout my body."

"Let it out into my womb, Icchan! Coat me, cover me, soak your juices into me," she cried to the heavens. "Bathe your mistress with your sperm."

"It's coming out, Hitoshi-chan," he cried. "Senpai!"

"Icchan!"

Hearing those words were a trigger as the familiar released his sperm inside of her pussy. Hitoshi welcomed the hot cum into a womb. The tension lasted a few moments, but it subsided. Hitoshi reached for Izuku's chin and took his lips once again.

Panting noises filled the bedroom as the lovers were recovering from the ebb and flow of their first time.

Blood dripped from his neck as Hitoshi took another lick of the liquid platinum. She smiled as Izuku was turning beet red. She pecked him on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Hitoshi-chan!"

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, clinging to him like a spider does to its prey. She finally did it. Izuku became her familiar. Unlike the girls from the Low End, it wasn't forced and with that, she knew that Izuku couldn't be touched.

The next day….

As always, Hitoshi was the first to wake up in the morning. She needed to prepare breakfast and groom herself before taking care of Icchan for school.

Stretching her arms, she was still sore from last night. She felt like a blushing bride. She and Izuku were now one. "Good morning, my little blood doll. Time for…."

She was by herself. She wasn't worried as Izuku tended to use the restroom or decided to fix his own breakfast. He knew not to leave the apartment without letting her know.

Putting on her boyshorts and a t-shirt, she stepped out to the hallway. "Icchan, where are you?"

Silence filled the home.

"Sweetheart, I know I love a joke or two, but not this morning. We are gonna be late for school."

The gray-haired vampire walked into the living room.

Izuku wasn't in sight.

However, there was something out of place. She noticed that the front door was ajar. Thinking that Izuku was probably checking the mail, she stepped outside.

Izuku wasn't there. However, she did see an empty toy box and attached to it was a note.

She picked up the note and read it.

"No matter the age, a boy likes his toys. Don't worry, Hitoshi, we won't be too harsh on your little brother. We just want to have a little fun with him. We promise to bring him back.

Or not!"

With her fist, she knocked a hole into the door. Her eyes glowed a red color and her fangs were exposed. "Those fucking cunts!" She barked loudly. "Oh, you're so fucking dead." She closed her eyes as she transformed into her bat form.

I am coming for you, my Icchan!

To be continued….

Izuku was too focused to play with his latest Kamen Rider toy to add to his collection as Momo and the others were driving in a van.

"He is so adorable," said Ochako. "Oh, I can just eat him up."

"We're going to be doing more than that," replied Kyoka with an alluring tone. "Especially when we have to get that Hitoshi stink off him."

"Surprised that he actually went through with it," said Mina. "What we are doing is actually wrong."

"Like I give a damn if he is Hitoshi's familiar," said Momo. "After all, she wasn't the first to stake her claim." She turned to the driver. "Isn't it right, Kayama-sensei?"

Their leader, Kayama-sensei nodded in agreement as her eyes were on the road. "Correct, my children. Yes, Hitoshi is Izuku's mistress. However, property is property."

"What do you mean," asked Ochako.

"Girls, do you recall that certain mistress who got to him first?"

"Yeah," said the girls.

"Well, let's say that I manage to get in contact and she doesn't mind giving him to us. Not without having a little fun with the adorable cinnamon roll."

"Naughty," replied Mina.

Kayama-sensei looked at the mirror as Izuku was playing with his toy. She smiled. "The thing about loopholes, Hitoshi. The thing about loopholes. The game is on and we, too, are on the hunt. Better come and save your cinnamon roll. Or else, he will forever be our love slave."

BD: No comment on the identity of his original mistress.

GOTA: It could be anybody.

BD: First name begins with a 'B' and last name ends with an 'A?'

GOTA: No! There are plenty of black-haired girls in anime.

BD: Name one!

GOTA: Junko Enoshima? Isokaze from 'Kantai Collection?' Chiyo from 'An Elder Sister?' Sailor Mars?

BD: Whatever! So, Izuku has another ordeal to ensue. Good luck Hitoshi!

GOTA: Stay tuned!

To be continued...for real this time!