Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, "Molly For The Weekend (Part II)." Enjoy!

Izuku was stunned as he turned to see the stunningly attractive blue-haired teen standing in his very view. She didn't display any shame as she walked gleefully toward his sight. He had immediately gone to cover his shame.

"Nejire, what are you doing," he questioned as she persistently aimed for his direction.

She smiled mischievously. "Going to help you clean up, of course." She grabbed the bucket beside him and filled it with water. "It's my duty to serve you and my duty to please you in any kind of way." The latter sent a chill down his spine. Worriedly, he scooted forward a few inches. It didn't work as she pulled the stool back to her direction. He tried again but this time, she pulled backward; causing his back to hit her breasts.

He turned red as he felt her goodies making contact with his back. "Oh, I am sorry, Izuku. I didn't mean to do that." Oh, I am not really sorry, my cute little puppy. Amazing how soft and firm your back is against my supple, heavy breasts. I hope you are into big breasts because my nipples are quite hard right now, Izuku baby. So hard that it can cut glass. Maybe grass! Not so sure but I won't stop letting them hitting your back. You're not leaving this bathhouse without a certain kind of warmth filling my insides.

"Relax, Izuku," she told him calmly as she poured water on his head. "You are quite tense. Trouble at home?"

"No," he replied quickly and sharply. She giggled for knowing the obvious reason. Each time she grabbed a towel or a bottle of soap, the tits made contact with his back. Knowing how much Izuku enjoyed the reading pleasures of those bimbos, she knew that his piping hot cock was going to get hard. "Are you lying to your senpai," she asked in a cutesy tone.

"No, I swear," he replied nervously. Izuku could hear her opening up the bottle of soap. She poured it on her hands, using it to slide on his back. She glided on his shoulders. The soft hands of Nejire were quite pleasant. She giggled as she used the soap to drip over her tits. As she rubbed his shoulders, she rubbed her tits against his back. She noticed Izuku was tensing up. Then what she wanted to see, his hands were shifting towards his dick.

Part of her mission was completed. Onward to the next part.

"Izuku?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so quiet?" She was having a hard time trying to contain her giggling. She pressed her tits forward onto his stiff back.

"I think I need to head to the tub right now," he replied nervously as he was turning beet red. "Plus, I think you should as well."

"Why so soon," she asked innocently. "You still have yet to lather your front and naughty bits."

Izuku began to choke in his voice. Nejire was waiting for those very words. "Well, because…" He swallowed the lump on his throat. "It's because...well."

"It's okay, Izuku. You can tell your big sister anything. Anything!"

Izuku was becoming more embarrassed by the second. He didn't even realize that her hands were on his hips. "Well, it's because your breasts are on my back. And I am feeling kind of funny."

"Oh!" Nejire responded in fake embarrassment. She bowed apologetically (not really). Just as Izuku thought she was backing away, her hands 'accidentally' touched his erect dick.

Izuku was now panicking as her hand was touching his dick.

"I don't remember this being a bar of soap," she said teasingly. Izuku began to hiss as her hand was making contact with his erection. She grinned as she leaned forward, slowly gliding her hand from his shaft to his phallus. "What should we do about this, I-zu-ku?"

Izuku tried to stand, but suddenly he started to feel such a strong, tingling sensation. His body started to become limp by the feeling of Nejire's affection. She used her hands to wrap around Izuku's waist. She grabbed his body and situated it around her lap.

She slid closer to Izuku that they were hip-to-hip. She put her around him and started to rub his hair. "I love this feeling, your hair, your body, this sexy ass, your everything. I want something that I can't get anywhere else. When I saw you, I knew I wanted this. I knew how much I want you to become mine."

"Yeah." That was all that Izuku could say. She was rubbing her fingers through his hair. He felt her breath hovering over his ear.

"Am I making you uncomfortable like this," asked Nejire as she playfully slid her hands through his hair.

"No," he responded in fear and confusion.

"Good," said Nejire as she continued.

"I want this, my cinnamon roll," said Nejire as she thrust her tongue inside of his ear. "And what Nejire wants, Nejire gets, my dear I-zu-ku!"

She rubbed his chest. She added more soap from the bottle to put on his chest. She poured more onto his muscles. She loved it, feeling his touch. The more she applied, the more numbing and tingling he became. It was a beautiful thing about certain ingredients in those products. Especially if a certain teen developed a high tolerance for her insatiable drive.

And guess who was going to ride her?

"There, you are within my reach," said Nejire. "It's okay. Just let yourself go. The medicine should be taking effect any minute."

"Medicine," questioned Izuku.

"That's right, my dear." She looked away with a psychotic grin. "Well, not exactly medicine. Let's say that it is a certain love potion."

"You spiked me," asked Izuku before his tongue started slurring. His hands were going limp. His legs were going numb. Before he knew it, his entire body was paralyzed by her concoction.

"Do you want to go to heaven with me," asked Nejire as she rubbed both of his nipples. "Don't fight it, my little cinnamon roll. Just let yourself get lost." She then reached for his dick. She spat on her hand to give it some lubrication. Izuku 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.

"Nejire-senpai," he hissed pleadingly.

"Yes, my cinnamon roll. Call me by that name. I am your senpai," she said excitedly. He felt he was approaching climax, but she stopped, leaving his dick in a confused state. "I want to hear more of your lovely voice, my Izuku. Moan for me! Moan for me!"

As much he wanted to protest, the exploration of these new experiences felt good. 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.

"You're almost there. Let it out for me, Izuku. Cum for your senpai," she told him as she bit into his ear.

Without warning, he climaxed and the semen splattered on himself and parts of the tub. Nejire 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 Nejire's pleasure.

"Did it feel good, my cinnamon roll," she asked. He remained quiet until he felt her teeth gnawing on his ear. " I said did it feel good, my cinnamon roll?"

"Yes," he said.

Yes, I got him. I got him. I have broken him. He is going to be mine. You belong to me, Izuku Midoriya. I will be sure of that. I will be sure!

She pulled some semen from her arm. It reminded her of cobbed webs. She licked her fingertip with his sperm.

"Delectable." She continued licking his contents until her fingers were wiped clean. Seeing the mess on his stomach, she reached for a towel on the rack above them. She went down and wipe his stomach. She was saving those contents for later.

She positioned him to the floor where she began to spread her pussy lips.

"Please, Nejire."

"Nope."

I am going to make you mine for sure. And there is nothing a bitch can do to stop it!

To be continued….