He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them after the sensitivity of the sunlight. Upon his wakening, he, unfortunately, suffered a tremendous headache. As he was the anvil, the hammer throbbed on his head very profusely. It made him feel nauseated, regrettably wishing that he was still asleep. He coaxed himself into opening his eyes again. He slowly lifted his eyelids, one at a time. Once they were open, his first thought was on his surroundings. He was on the floor. Strange for him to be sleeping there, he thought. The room was dark, only emitting a small faint of light from the outside. He couldn't see himself, but he had to know his whereabouts.

It appeared to be that he was in an office. It was well-furnished, very lavish, and state-of-the-art. Whiteboards were in every corner of the room. Positioned in front of him was an old-fashioned executive desk. The aged cedar pine released a faint scent of its age around his nose. Having a knack for fancy furniture, he knew that kind of furniture was a rarity and expensive. It was the desk that belonged to a person of importance. An individual who puts in hard work and dedication to have that kind of lavishness. Beside him was a leather couch, it was a love seat. The more he was adjusting, he heard the humming of the small refrigerator. Next to the refrigerator was a small bar that had a huge abundance of alcohol. From whiskey to bourbon, he knew that individual had a particular taste in hard liquor.

Suddenly, a cool draft loomed around him, making him shiver. Peculiar, he thought. Why would he be cold if it was still summer? It was pitch black and he could not see anything in front of him. He reached for his pocket to get some warmth, but all he felt was bare flesh. His eyes widened and his heart beated when touching himself with his body. He felt around more spots until he concluded that he was naked.

"How in the hell did I end up naked?" Those were the words that came into the sixteen-year-old's mind. He rubbed his head to soothe his headache, although it was the least of his worries. Where in the world was he? How did he end up here? He went and gathered his thoughts.

Despite his headache, bits and pieces returned to him. He had a run in with Aizawa-sensei for sleeping in class. She reported him to her office. After school, his schoolmate Setsuna Tokage invited him to a mixer at the drink bar. Afterward, he went to Aizawa-sensei's office. And then, nothing.

"You are finally awake. Good!"

He knew that sultry, deep voice. It was the same voice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the very voice that told him to report to her office. It was the same voice who called him a troublemaker, a troublesome kid, and the problem child. It was the same voice that emitted a haunting chant from her crimson lips as she covered his mouth upon entry to the office.

'There we are. Don't fight it, Izuku. Just go to sleep. Let the euphoria take you away.'

'Aizawa-sensei.'

'After this, you will be calling me Shouta. And after tonight, your mistress.'

Or better yet, your bride.

He jerked his head and from behind, sitting in the leather chair was the bedeviling Shouta Aizawa. She sat in the chair with her legs crossed. Like Izuku, she was naked as well. Bewitching her appearance as she looked beautiful with all of her glory exposed in front of him. She shook her leg as if she was expecting, better yet, preparing for what was to come to him.

"Good to see you are fine, my little Icchan. I was hoping that medicine was not as strong as it was suggested."

"Medicine, what are you talking about?"

"Shh! Relax my dear. You won't suffer any brain damage. Pharmacists have been using this for centuries."

"You anesthetize me?" He was astounded in confusion.

"Well…more like a cocktail of anesthetic drugs and chloroform but what's the difference," she said unrepentantly.

"Why," he questioned. His head was spinning and saw that things were getting blurry. "Why do such a thing to me?"

"It is best not to argue, my dear," she said with such calmness. "You are still under its spell. It might be best not to do anything at this time."

He tried to stand. He needed to get out there, but he was unable as he collapsed on the couch behind him.

"Oh no, my dear," said Shouta. "You can't leave in such a condition. No, no. That might bring trouble."

Shouta got up from her leather chair and made her distance to Izuku. Swaying her hips as she made her way to her prey. The atmosphere and the scene showed who was in charge of the operation.

"You must not hurt yourself, dear." She cradled him and rested him on the loveseat. Feeling his nakedness on the cold couch made him feel strange. She situated herself on the couch and rested his head on her lap. He, in the past, always desired a naked love pillow with either Ochako, Momo, or even a certain blonde Welsh catgirl. He had never expected to receive it from his homeroom teacher.

"Comfy, Izuku," asked Shouta. He looked up as he saw the smile remain on her face. It was a seductive grin that was ready to attack at will. He was the prey that was caught in the Eraser heroine's web. The spider rubbed over his hair and nestled her finger behind his ear. He was flushed by her delicate touch. It was a sensual touch that only a lover would receive. But, in retrospect, it also felt like a mother's touch as well.

"I must say. You put up quite a fight when I drugged you," she said with a chuckle. "Yet again, you are a Midoriya. Any boy would be willing to kill to have sex with such a goddess like me, but for you, you are such a fighter."

"Having sex? What are you talking about?" Suddenly, he felt foreign substances around his lower stomach. He also felt a foreign substance around his penis. It was sticky and cool, but it was not there that long. He touched the texture and rubbed it with his fingers. He had already known that it was semen. "Are you telling me that you, me…"

"Made precious love? Yes we have." Aizawa-sensei's eyes widened with Izuku's discovery. To her, it looked like he had found buried treasure. "You were…I mean… you are quite a beast. Your dick was one of the best I had ever come across. I am very fortunate to dig in with such a treat!" She glared delightfully. "You crammed in me so much. I can get pregnant, you know? Maybe that is what you wanted — giving me a little daughter or son?"

"Why? Why me? What did I do?" He wanted to know. Although he was not opposed to sex, this was the first time that he had sex without his permission. When he was fourteen years old, he gave away his first time to a girl he had met at a party. They were playing the game Seven Minutes in Heaven. The stranger whom he had just barely met coveted him and introduced him to manhood. The woman in the darkness titillated him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as she grabbed him from behind, taking off his clothes and meshed him into things a boy like himself have never experienced.

His stomach churned that he was a victim of rape.

"Why you? Why not you?" Aizawa-sensei reiterated his question. "Are you seriously asking me that kind of question? Why did the Jews have to go to concentration camps? Why did the blacks have to suffer during slavery? Why did the Japanese suffer from the atomic bomb? That is the way of the world. We live and we die. That is our curse."

She sat up from the chair and made her way to the bar. She reached for a bucket and put some ice in an empty glass. She poured a bottle of whiskey and filled it to the brim. Her drink was made and she returned back to her post.

"I am going to tell you a little story, my dear Izuku. Have you ever heard of the term nephilim?"

He was familiar with the word. There were supposed to be fallen angels that descended to Earth after their sinful encounters with human women. He studied the subject during his spare time whenever he wasn't reading manga, playing video games, or being harassed by Kacchan on a regular basis. "I know about the term," he said, "But what is your point?"

"Fallen angels are something else, aren't they? They were once angels. They were servants of the almighty God. They were the giants of our world. The consequences of us abiding in such a lustrous sin."

He was already confused on his unknowing rape and now she was giving him a lecture. Where was she going with this?

"I think I am a descendant of a nephilim. Granted I am not as tall as them, but I think I have ancestors involved in what they did. Think about it, Izuku. These angels were tired of living such a lackluster life abiding by a law that forbade any source a pleasure. Can you imagine the angels getting excited by the sight of a beautiful woman in front of them? I would like to imagine you as a woman bathing naked in the lake. The water drips down your stomach to your lovely pussy. Your nipples are erected from the cool, chilly water. If I were an angel, I would have pounced on you in a heartbeat."

She chuckled while she took out an ice cube. She let it hang over Izuku as it dripped onto his chest. He flinched when feeling its cold wetness. "Do you feel that," she asked. "Do you feel that forbidden pleasure dripping all over you. Making you feel strange? Making you feel some kind of way?"

He refused to speak. He may be in this predicament. Nevertheless, he was too dignified to give her a response.

"Silent? Cat got your tongue," asked Shouta. "I see. You play the hidden, silent gnome, my dear. But you must know, even gnomes get in the mood." She put the ice cube around his nipple. She encircled it while he flinched. "Shh! Stand still and let me work my magic. Does it make you feel good? Tell me how you are feeling. Are you feeling your lust? Are you feeling that sin?"

"No," Izuku protested. The Eraser heroine rubbed the ice cube as he felt its sensation. His nipples became erect. Suddenly, he felt a pinch with the other nipple. It was his teacher massaging it with her fingers. He let out a small moan.

"Did you just moan," she asked with laughter.

"No," he faintly said.

"Liar," she said sharply as she applied pressure on the ice cube. He emitted another light moan. "There! I knew you were lying! It was very cute. It almost sounded like you were a girl."

"I am not a girl," said Izuku, showing aggravation.

"Not now, you aren't. Now tell me the truth, does it feel good." Aizawa-sensei created a trinity as she nibbled on his ear. Her tongue gripped on the ear as she licked the ear lobe. "Oh my God, I can feel your body tense up. I know you are lying right now."

He was feeling the pleasure, but too prideful to admit it. He refused to let Shouta, his rapist, know that he was feeling strongly aroused by her triple attack. The liquid of the ice dribbled down to his stomach and created a small reservoir around his dick. That contact created his arousal.

"Now, let me continue the story," she said as she reached for his dick. She spat on her hand to give it some lubrication. The emerald-haired teen felt its wetness around his dick as she massaged the phallus. She glided from the phallus to the shaft. She took her time and paced herself to ensure that he wouldn't immediately climax.

"An angel who has free will can longer withstand the forbidden pleasures of a woman. He will go down to hurt and release all of that tension of the girl. I can imagine her smile as she grit her teeth. Her bare flesh rubbing in the dirt. She is gripping his wet back and grabbing his bare ass to participate in such a sin. He screams out as he bust his hot load inside of the girl. She is hypnotized by the semen gushing out of her throbbing pussy. What a wonderful sight, my dear."

He felt he was approaching climax, but she stopped, leaving his dick in a confused state. "'Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven' is what I believe. Why live in a world that has such subservient rules? Why serve a living god that forbids such worldly pleasures, especially if he was responsible for making those things."

"Please, stop," screamed Izuku.

"No, I won't," said Shouta as she returned to massage his dick.

"Please Aizawa-sensei! Stop!"

"I want this, my little Icchan," said Shouta as she thrust her tongue inside of his ear. "I want you to enjoy this."

He became limp by the feeling of Aizawa-sensei's affection. She used her hands to wrap around Izuku's waist. She grabbed his body and situated it around her lap.

"There, you are within my reach," said Aizawa-sensei.

As much he wanted to protest, the exploration of these new experiences felt good. What Aizawa-sensei was doing was beyond description to what that girl at the party had done. The way she stroked her hands, the way she thrust her tongue in-and-out of his ear, and the lewd sound produced by her soft hand. He knew that he was close and had no other choice, but to accept the pleasure.

Without warning, he climaxed and the semen splattered on himself and parts of the couch. She kept a firm grip on him, ensuring that he would feel each and every sensation to the end. She continued to stroke his dick through his climax, almost to the path that it ceased feeling pleasurable for him. He remained silent. Upset that he submitted to her pleasure.

"Did it feel good, my little Icchan," she asked. He remained quiet until he felt her teeth gnawing on his ear. "Did it feel good, my little Icchan?"

"Yes," he said. He wanted to cry, but he remained strong — holding onto little dignity that he did have for himself.

Then he heard a noise, something similar to a thump that hit the wall. Shouta looked unsurprised, but at the same time, unamused. She had the look as if the inevitable was bound to happen. "It seems that our baggage happened to find legs." She got up from the chair and walked to the desk. Gathering the scattered clothes that were on the floor, she got dressed, wearing what she wore earlier that day.

"Guess that medicine wasn't as effective as I thought." Izuku wasn't sure if she was talking out loud or addressing this to him. Either way, even if he wanted to answer, she walked into the closet and pulled out a blunt instrument — a crowbar!

"There is no way in hell I would like that Tokage bitch ruin my reputation," she said to herself. "Losing my tenure and my man? I don't think so. I am going to make sure that she won't ever have a reason to interfere this time."

"Looks like we have to continue another time," she said as she returned to Izuku. She took her finger and lifted his chin. "It will be best that we keep this between us. Or else, there are things that can be far worse than sex."

"Or what," protested Izuku.

"I think it will be smart that you leave that alone," said Aizawa-sensei as her grip on his chin became a little tighter. "But for now, you must sleep." His eyes widened when she reached into her pocket and displayed a syringe. He began to panic.

"Shh! Shh! Silence, my little Icchan. This isn't going to harm you. Just a little cocktail that would make you feel really sleepy and woozy…just for a little while."

"Aizawa-sensei, no!" He said, trying to move but was unable to do so.

"Good to know the drug is still in effect. Must have been a diluted substance on Tokage."

"Please, sensei." Before he could further muster more words to delay her plan, she put her hand around his mouth.

"Don't make this harder on yourself, Icchan," said Aizawa-sensei, rubbing his head smoothly like a mother would to her child. "Tokage was going to pollute you, corrupt your mind." She whistled. "That letter was dreadfully awful. Talking about kissing you and touching you, but you're mine, Izuku. And no one else's." She blew into his ear. "Don't struggle, dear. I'm going to sedate you. Just for a little while. When I come back, I promise to make it up to you. After all, you're going to be my husband."

Aizawa-sensei smiled pleasantly, ignoring his cries as she inserted the syringe into his neck. "Don't struggle, don't struggle, DON'T struggle."

She was sorry, but she had to do it. He wouldn't understand. No one would understand that they were meant to be. Dismantling his future in order to build a future meant for two. She watched as his beady emerald eyes faded and his breathing became swallower.

His body was limp. She carefully left him on the floor.

"Don't worry, Icchan. Just get some sleep. Let me take care of Tokage and when you wake up, I promise that this is going to be pure bliss between us." She clapped her hands. "I feel like crying. You're right in front of me. You're mine! You're mine! YOU. ARE. MINE!"

Aizawa closed the door and left Icchan alone, but only for a short while. The exciting plans of their future were closer than before. This was only the beginning as there were plenty of loose ends — his mother, Nezu, that Adam & Eve thrift shopper, and the like. She would put them together. They would be put in line, even if it meant sharing the soil with Mother Earth.

After all, anything for her darling husband.

To be continued….