Hey, guys! GOTA is here with the second installment of 'Hallowed Be Thy Trap.' I know it has been over a year since the first chapter and BD wrote this. However, since he is busy with real life and thinking of ideas to help a fellow writer, I am taking over in this particular story. In this story, WWP member Ryuko (Pixie-Bob) is obsessed with Izuku. As if fate is on her side, she discovers Izuku on her balcony with the attempts of stealing her panties. Seeing this to her advantage, she decides to 'punish' him for his crimes. Can he become "re-educated?" Read and see! Enjoy!

Warning! The story includes mild sexual content - including fellatio, exchanging bodily fluids, crossdressing, and 69. If you are uncomfortable with this, then please refrain from reading it. The Management would like to remind you that this is a fiction and the contents in this story aren't condoned and/or encouraged by the author. Discretion is advised.

The sound of Ryuko's house shoes filled the bedroom as she sat beside her desk. She was looking at the window. A clear and bright sunny day. Unfortunately, the weather forecast couldn't be the same for her little peeping tom. A thunderstorm was brewing in his mind. She silently let out a chuckle. The fear of potential punishment from Nezu, his teacher, and his parents were filling his tiny mind. She allowed the extra minutes of silence. Make him feel convinced that she was silent because she was angry at him. Let the ideas, the multitude of scenarios fill his brains of the what-if's that he couldn't think clearly.

And that was the way she loved her Izuku - adorably dorky, naive, meek, and sheepish.

As if the gods were listening, her Izuku was right in her very sight. She must thank Santa baby for allowing this gift to come down her chimney early. She must have been a very good naughty girl for receiving this supple offering.

After tapping her shoes on the leg of the desk for a few minutes, it was time to get into character.

She sighed heavily, making her presence known to the startled Izuku. Turning to his sight to alert him was stirring a mighty force in her groin. She had mentally told her little Pepe Le Pew to quiet down. It wasn't her time to purr. Let it rest and wait for the time to come and play. And Ryuko was certain that she and her little puss-puss would be doing lots of playing with her little boy toy on the bed.

"Izuku Midoriya!" Her voice halted Izuku. It gave him memories whenever his father would reprimand him or whenever Katsuki creates trouble for him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing of the inevitable consequences. Ryuko crossed her legs, folding her arms. Her eyes were narrowing glaring and her face was flushed.

Izuku was having an uneasy feeling in his gut.

"I can't believe what I have come across," said Ryuko. "I can't be how turned on...I mean how appalled to see you." She crossed her legs, this time, slowly enough for Izuku to see her panties. "I wouldn't think you out of all people would do such a thing. All this time I had pictured you as modest, sincere, and kind." She pursed her lip. "Not some condescending perverted wretch." She stretched her neck. "And I don't like that kind of thing!"

Izuku shut his eyes. He didn't like being scolded. He knew that he was wrong for the actions that were committed. "It was an accident, Auntie. I wasn't trying to take your undies."

"So, you grabbing onto my coveted, rendezvous-esque delicates wasn't in your hands, eh?"

"..."

"What's the matter, Izuku? Cat got your tongue. The panties in your hand got you scared." She clicked her tongue. "You were caught redhanded and for that, you are going to be reprimanded."

Izuku tried to speak. "Auntie, I didn't mean it."

"Tell it to your parents and Nezu when they found out. Better yet, shall I inform the police?"

"Please, Auntie. I can explain!"

"Then, explain why you were taking my panties?"

He paused for a second. "Actually, Auntie. May get a cover or something?"

Ryuko was no way on this planet wasn't going to take advantage of this moment. Seeing that Izuku was now added on her Saturday routine, why not have a little fun. On the surface, this was punishment. Within, she was jolly as a schoolgirl. Izuku was sporting the outfit that she wore during her days as a young youth. It was a simple attire - a blue sailor outfit with hearts where her chests resided, a blue jeweled golden tiara, and of course, the white leotard (and the tightest she could found). Izuku was tickled pink as he grabbed the nearest throw pillow to hide his shame (and her pleasure). And of course, a green-haired, French-braided ponytailed wig with blue bows.

"Does it matter, Izuku?" Ryuko walked over and snatched the pillow away from him. "Take it from my standpoint. My Saturday is ruined since I have caught him taking my panties." She placed her hands on her hips. "And you are worried about being dressed like some slut." A strong word, she admitted, but Pixie-Bob was trying her best to combat her throbbing erection. She was fortunate to wear her pad to constrict it or else, he would have a front-row seat.

Like it mattered, it was only a matter of time.

Izuku was turning red. "Please, Auntie. I've said I was sorry and I didn't mean to."

"Then, why are you up here?" Especially for the fact that they were on the third floor. "The only kind of people I see sneaking to my patio are robbers and perverts." She pointed at the startled Izuku. "One, you were robbing my panties. And two, you are being a pervert." She folded her arms. "Plus, looking like a slut, you shouldn't feel any different than being bashful and ashamed."

"Auntie, that doesn't make any sense," said Izuku.

Immediately, Ryuko flicked him on his forehead. "Shut up! Learn your place and learn how you to talk to your elders." Oh, my God, Izuku! I am so sorry! Izuku fell backward, showing his goods within his white silky leotard. Oh, my God, Izuku! I am so not sorry! Seeing you in girls' clothes. Your flushed cheeks, your tear-stained face! This sexy little boy, my Izuku, is in my sight wearing this! My pussy is leaking and my dick is definitely stirring.

Izuku began sniffling. "Sorry, Auntie!"

Ryuko remained unmoved. Nevertheless, she picked him up to sit properly. "Good! See to it that you don't disrespect me again. Understood?!"

Izuku nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Fact of the matter is is what is going to happen?" Ryuko gave him a stern look. "I could let you go back home like this."

His eyes were raised.

Bingo!

"That is the least I can do for payback for trying to take my panties," said Ryuko. "You would be so embarrassed that a phone call to your mother or contacting Nezu would be an itch or a mosquito bite." She placed her hand on his shoulder. She could feel him trembling. God, did she want to melt? "Imagine your girlish self walking down the street. The onlookers, your friends!" She decided to go further. "I couldn't imagine Katsuki, Eijiro, and the others seeing your cute face walking down the street. Even with your looks, you would probably be recognized by them." She clicked her tongue. "Good God, the comments and the things that they would do to an unknown panty thief? Yet again, maybe this is what you've wanted?"

"Uh?"

"You probably wanted my panties to wear, didn't you? Yeah, probably," she said to him. The art of confusion. She predicted that he was probably taking them for his personal use. However, seeing him in crossdress and seeing his confused state only excited the hunger in her. She continued. "I could imagine them using you for public convenience. You pass as a girl, so why not? Then, if that happens, you can't come back to school. You would definitely be a public toilet. You might have to leave the prefecture, leaving your parents in a bind for such a devious act!"

Izuku's tear-stained face was becoming irresistible. Even as he tried apologizing, it was only making Ryuko more excited. "I'm sorry, Auntie. Mercy! Please!"

Her tactics were working. Making him feel responsible without even explaining himself. The prowess of being a Japanese woman.

"I couldn't imagine what your girlfriend might think," said Ryuko insincerely. "Seeing you dolled up like a Dutch doll, she might call you 'gross,' 'disgusting,' ' a sick freak,' or maybe, 'a lecher.'"

Izuku's face was puffier than a pufferfish. He appeared dazed and discontented. He looked down to the hems of his sailor outfit. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Ryuko once again praised the gods for the words coming from his supple, tender lips. "You don't have one? No girl that could call you out for dressing like a dutch wife?" The latter wasn't necessary but she would be lying if she wasn't having fun. "Why would a pretty boy like yourself be single?" She clicked her tongue. "You can't tell me that no girl hasn't tried shagging you. Or unless you've tried this act before and they run away or slap you, Pervert-kun!?"

Izuku looked away but it was Ryuko's grip on his chin that made him have eye contact. "I am a virgin." The teen admitted quietly to the teen. "I haven't tried it with other girls."

My God, yes! Good Pyrrha in heaven! My loving Deku is a virgin! He is a virgin! He is all mine! Yes! Yes! YES!

"Well, that's quite unfortunate," said Ryuko insincerely. "Well, I think I can let you go and make that call."

Izuku went into panic mode. "Please, Auntie. Don't do that!"

She crossed her arms. "You made your choice to sneak in. I've made mine! Now, off you go. I wish you lots of luck on the street and when you go back to school."

He tugged the ends of her shirt. "Please, Auntie. Mercy! I will explain! I will explain! Please don't do this. I'll do anything!"

Ryuko observed his discontent, which made her want to cradle him into her luscious breasts but she would save that for later. She still had to play the role of disapproving auntie. "Okay!" Ryuko sat down beside him. The gap was near closed when they were next to each other. "I'm listening. Explain what you were doing with my panties."

He stared down at the floor in shame, but once again she placed her free hand under his chin and tilted his head up so he was forced to look into her eyes. "Answer the question, Izuku?"

Izuku exhaled loudly while feeling her hand on his chin. It was soft to the touch. He could smell her breath. It smelled of a mother's milk. He averted his eyes. "I was using it to…." He began murmuring. "I was using it to ma…"

"Now, Izuku!"

"I was going to use your panties to masturbate!" Izuku's blushed face intensified after saying his confession. "I feel embarrassed. I grew fond of you and whenever I see you, I couldn't help but be turned on by you." His teeth began clattering. "So, I thought if I come and take them, I could get myself off by your smell."

"My smell," questioned Ryuko.

"You smell good. I love your scent." He turned to look away. "Sorry for lying earlier. But, yes, I wanted to jerk off to your panties."

Ryuko appeared calm. Keeping her free hand, she caressed his cheeks, removing any tears from his eyes. "And you swear that this is your first time stealing panties from me or anybody else?"

He nodded. "This is my first time. I swear!" He returned his sights on the blonde. "Please, Auntie! Let me go and I promise I won't steal from you again."

"No, I can't!"

"Uh?"

Ryuko took his hand, gripping it tightly. Izuku appeared confused when seeing the blonde's stern look. "I have been considering the options in my head. I don't have to report this Nezu or your mother, but it doesn't mean anything." She narrowed her eyes. "What makes you think you won't re-offend? Most offenders tend to start despite having a warning."

"Auntie?"

Izuku flinched when Pixie-Bob pushed him to the bed. Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling the intensity of being under her.

"I've made it in my mind to not report you or leave you to the real perverts out there," said Ryuko matter-of-factly. "However, I can't forgive you either of this action. In order for you to not re-offend, I've made up my mind on what I am going to do with you." Ryuko took her hands, holding Izuku's arm at each end tightly. She hoisted herself on top of him, spreading his legs, hindering him to move. His nervous emerald eyes stared at the woman-in-question. "Since I care for your well-being, Izuku Midoriya, I am going to teach you myself on how not to steal undergarments."

The cinnamon roll was surprised when feeling Ryuko's tender lips pressed onto his. Demanding, prying his mouth open with her teeth. She used her tongue to perform a dance with his tongue. He tried resisting, but she pressed her tongue further into his throat. The sounds of slurping filled the room as she pulled his tongue with her teeth to enter her mouth. Izuku felt like he was being mouth-raped.

His lips! This invigoring taste! It is what I thought it was!

She pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva between the pair. Izuku lied helpless, stunned by the ravished kiss from the Pro Hero. Admittedly, this was what Izuku had hoped but backward. He had hoped to sweep Ryuko off her feet and perform this kind of thing. Or that was at least he had planned to do in his masturbating fantasies.

Ryuko came for a final peck on the lips, followed by tugging his bottom lip with her teeth. She felt okay yet unsatisfied. That was a snack compared to the entree in front of her.

Ryuko didn't stop. She used her hand to cradle his chest. The hotness of Izuku's breath was filling her up, arousing a certain instrument that wouldn't mind performing a sonata with him. "Was that your first kiss, Izuku?" She had the upper hand, using her body weight to hold him down. Izuku barely tried fighting as Ryuko began kneading his nipple like dough. Izuku was squirming, which excited Pixie-Bob. "Don't fight it! Consider this as a re-education, young man! This is a punishment."

Feeling the silkiness of the leotard, the touch of her hands, and her body weight began causing to unconsciously hump his body. Ryuko didn't stop. She spooled saliva onto his nipple, making him hiss. She began using her tongue to flicker. "That isn't to turn you on, Izuku! I am showing you what could happen if some inhumane person would make you into a Dutch wife."

Izuku felt her free hand intertwining with his hand. Feeling her hot breath on his nipple was finally arousing his cock.

"Auntie," he said as he moaned. He felt the tension of her teeth nibbling his sensitive nipple. He tried masking but he couldn't help it any longer. Ryuko became aroused by his stunning soprano voice. "Yes, you pervert! Let me hear your cries! It doesn't feel good when people could do these awfully bad things to you."

"Please, I am feeling funny. Stop!"

"Should've thought about that before taking my panties," she told him. Ryuko wasn't going to stop. She didn't want to stop. She was the pestle and he was the mortar. She broke away from his nipple, leaving an imprint of her teeth. She continued kissing on his stomach. Her hand keeping grip onto his body. She wanted more. No way in hell she wasn't going to left Izuku leave without being taken advantage of.

She licked around his navel. She loved his squirming and his resistance. She continued kissing until she was at his skirt. She noticed a bump in the skirt. "Seems like our little offender is standing at attention." She pulled up his skirt. She smiled when seeing his dick throbbing through the leotard. "I must say, Izuku, your dick isn't half bad at all." Izuku yelped quietly as her warm palm touched his penis through the leotard. She was very delicate, too delicate. She rubbed at the base while using her mouth to fondle his balls.

"Such a supple offering, Izuku. To think a pervert like you can have a hard and sturdy dick," said Ryuko. "However, Dutch wives shouldn't have these pesky things. We must make this clit of yours go soft so you can become the slut you are."

"Please stop doing this! How is this a punishment!?"

"Learning not to do pervert things," she said. "Or, shall I stop and do my other options?"

"..."

"As I thought," she said. Within her mind, Ryuko felt bad for saying harsh words. Nevertheless, anything to keep Izuku in her web. "And since you are talking too much, let me get you something to pacify that mouth of yours."

Ryuko turned over and placed her lower half over his face. Izuku saw her pull down her boyshorts. Beneath the silky panties sported that the same instrument she was touching.

Izuku's eyes widened and his hair stood at the sight in front of him. "Auntie, what in the world?"

She slapped his stomach. "I don't need a rebuttal, Izuku!" Her thick PVC-like cock stood attentively above Izuku. It was dripping of precum heavily, sliding down to his neck. Despite having a cock and balls that looked like milk cans, her pussy was there. It, too, was dripping profusely down to his face. He didn't have much time to gawk at her body before she lowered her body to his face. "I hope I didn't destroy my little Izuku's fantasy, did I? Well, this raw and uncut dick is going to aid you in your rehabilitation."

Izuku couldn't speak. Even if he did, it was already covered with Ryuko's juices. With her dick juices covering his nose and her pussy juices covering his mouth, the scent was strong, pungent, arid.

Surprisingly invigorating.

"Pervert-kun became quiet," she said teasingly. "Judging by your dick hardening, you were enthralled by my gorgeous grade-A meat. It makes me wonder if you are more of a filly than a colt?" She clicked her tongue. "Now, I think you and my Pepe Le Pew get acquainted." She was tickled, feeling her dick smearing its juices over his lips. Each time it touched his tender lips, the harder it got. "Let me get a taste of your virgin mouth, Pervert-kun!"

Izuku opened his mouth as he was forcibly welcome her dick into his mouth. Upon its entrance, he felt stuffed as it touched his uvula. Feeling the vibrations from his mouth aroused the pussycat. She instinctively began humping his mouth. This mouth was hot, moist, better than any green onahole she had experienced in her thirty-plus years of living.

It was Izuku's. Her living onahole.

While tending to herself, she returned to his leotard. She kissed the tip of his dick. She felt the saltiness of his precum dripping from it. Although a fetish of wanting creamed panties, she decided to save that for later as she pulled open his leotard, exposing his dripping dick.

"Oh, my God," cried Ryuko. "You have such a cute dicky!" It was her type. The kind covered in foreskin. Ryuko thanked the gods for his mother's declination of taking him to the doctor. She smiled as she began gnawing on the skin to showcase his phallus.

Izuku felt strange as Ryuko's dick was acting like a piston. He was gagging, making slurping noises as he tried to suck on it. It tasted funny. Prior to this, he didn't have any experience in performing cunnilingus. Or in this case, fellatio. Ryuko knew this but excused the fact that this was his first time.

She stuck out her tongue as she engulfed his throbbing member. She slobbered up and down his shaft, lathering his dick. She didn't want its member to ever forget the texture of her tongue, her scent, her everything.

"Does it feel bad," asked Ryuko. "Does it feel bad being punished like a Dutch wife?" She knew there wasn't going to be an answer. Plus, she interchangeably made strong and rough strokes and simple and light strokes. "Learn from your mistakes! Repent! Repent!"

Ryuko tightened her grip as she heightened her strokes. She was close to coming. She couldn't wait to coat his throat with the richness of her milk. Meanwhile, she couldn't wait until she was coated with his milk.

Slurping noises filled the room as the duo were performing fellatio with each other on the bed. Izuku was in a daze. By now, he was surrendering to the cock. Ryuko was jolly as a peach in a perfect spring.

"Here I come," cried Ryuko. "I am about to come!"

Izuku was welcomed with the strong rush of hot spunk steaming inside of his mouth. With her dick touching his uvula, he was prone to swallow. At each spurt, his mouth instinctively acted like a vacuum as he ingested her spunk until she began to ebb and flow.

Izuku was inattentive as he, too, climaxed. Ryuko moaned in ecstasy as she welcomed Izuku's milk into her mouth. She sucked on his dick as if her mouth was a wind tunnel. She allowed his warm milk to savor in her mouth. She released his dick as it became a scared turtle. She ingested his semen, making a loud sigh. "Young seed is the best seed."

She pulled herself from Izuku's mouth. Upon looking at him, he was in a trance-like state. His face was covered in her juices. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head.

I think I may have gotten a tad bit too far on the punishment.

Sometime later….

"Izuku, wake up!"

Izuku snapped open his eyes. He turned to see that he was no longer wearing that uniform. He was back in his street clothes. He saw that he was lying in bed. Standing next to him was Ryuko.

"Here is some honey lemon tea," said Ryuko as she passed it to him. "This should help with your digestion from what happened earlier."

Izuku's eyes widened. What he thought was a dream actually did happen.

"I didn't go any further with you," said Ryuko as she sat next to him. "Don't worry. Nothing else happened. I put you back in your clothes. Your mother thinks you are helping me with the Wild, Wild Pussycats so you are well." She folded her arms. "So, you don't have to worry about being in trouble...with her."

He nodded as he sipped the tea.

"This isn't over, Izuku," said Ryuko. "I will keep this a secret and I will keep your panty stealing a secret. Understood?" I need to stop this. Or else, I would have gone all of the way. What would he think if I did this without permission? He would think I am a rapist.

Izuku didn't answer. Ryuko cracked a side smile. More so out of nervousness than anything.

"Come by tomorrow. We can do more of your rehabilitation," said Ryuko. "And I suggest that you be here...or else."

After thirty minutes, Ryuko sent him off. She watched his nimble ass staggered onto the street. Ryuko grew in excitement. She knew what her dreams were going to consist of tonight when she goes and masturbates. Only this time, remnants of his juices were covered in the stained leotard. Today was phase one.

And tomorrow was phase two.

To be continued….