Mika Jirou smiled as dinner was filled in the air. It was Nigerian food and it was being catered by chefs in the kitchen. It was at her private condo Downtown where the mother rocker was lounging in her recliner, listening to jazz music, and drinking a fifth of Brandy from the bottle.

She quickly spat out the drink. As ceremoniously reasoned, she wasn't going to risk her eggs. Setting the drink down on the table, she nestled her hands around her stomach. Although flat as a board, she loved her body, seeing her muscles, knowing the appeal that it brings onto others. However, after her encounter with her cinnamon roll, that flat stomach would become round as the Earth, fat as a piglet, and mostly, stuffed with the gift of life from her Izuku.

She was glowing, knowing that when she goes to her next doctor's appointment, the news will be inevitable. Her husband wouldn't ask questions, considering to be one of those off-chances that he wasn't being careful. He had the resources, the income, so the baby will be taken care of. She sighed heavily. She was relaxed. Knowing that Izuku's baby was inside of her. She still didn't allow her to shower. She wanted to be heavily saturated in Izuku's baby batter until there was sure certainty that she was pregnant.

The idea of knowing that her loving, but the interloping daughter would see every day on who was the realest bitch in charge. Seeing her sister-to-be with her green eyes, purple hair, and freckles. It will be a certain reminder on who was the apex.

She crossed her legs, feeling pleased to know that things will be in their rightful place.

Rather if Izuku wanted it or not.

Mika turned her head when seeing the security guard and friend, Miki, entering the living room.

"Miki, hello darling." She swayed her hand graciously as she welcomed Miki to join her.

Miki sat on the chair across from her. The woman saw candles lit throughout the living room. She saw the crackling of the fireplace. A young woman just entered the living room as she was positioning herself to play the piano.

"Expecting company," asked Miki curiously.

Mika took a sip of her water before answering the question. "Not that I know of yet. Why do you ask?"

"Seems like you are celebrating is why."

Mika flushed, pursing her lips. "Oh, darling. It is a celebration." She uncrossed her legs as she prepared to stand. "A celebration of life! A celebration of fertility! A celebration that a new being is formed and two stars are becoming one."

"The boy?"

"The one and only!"

Miki nodded to Mika's agenda. "You're quite serious with the boy. This isn't like your others...in the past."

Mika didn't turn to answer Miki immediately. Her eyes were on the city lights. Seeing the darkness of the mountains in front of her, watching the people below like they were ants. "Oh, Miki. You know when I want my man, I will get him." She turned and pressed her back to the window. "My darling, Izuku was a long time coming. Like a fat, plump fruit ready to be picked. Or like a tender piglet that was ready for sale." She grinned while rubbing her stomach. Miki can see that this boy was beyond ordinary.

"That cinnamon roll is an awesome wonder," said Mika. "A boy with so much potential. Oh, God, just thinking of the ways to train him to submit to me makes my womanhood tremble."

"That makes sense, especially if you told me to keep your own daughter away from you."

"My loving daughter. She will get over it."

"And if she doesn't?"

Mika tilted her head slowly, still registering the question that was received to her. "As we speak, Kyoka is with my darling." She walked back to her chair where she reached inside of her purse. "I knew that Kyoka wasn't going to let down after I had my fun with her father-in-law-to-be, so I decided to do some plotting for insurance."

She pulled out two items. Her cell phone and her key. She tossed the key to Miki.

"Hold onto this as if that is your true love," said Mika in a serious tone. "I entrust this to you."

"Yes, Mika," replied the redhead as she placed inside of her bra.

Mika clapped her hands. "This now commences the celebration!" Mika and Miki were now joined by the chefs. In each hand, they were carrying huge trays of food.

"Let's eat, drink, and be merry," cried Mika. "Stay with me for a while, Miki darling! I mean, you are now responsible for making this happen."

"Certainly, my dear Mika!"

Meanwhile….

It was one in the morning when Kyoka stopped at a convenience store. She was thankful that there was a store that still had a payphone. With a few quarters in her pocket, she had to make a couple of calls.

That fucking whore! I have reared him to take his cherry and she decides to pop it. That fucking bitch! That keloid-dangling motherfucker! God!

If she knew her mother as she did, she knew that she was tracing her calls. She was Mika Jirou. Back in the '80s and '90s, she was Japan's little sister, the greatest sensation of the island. She was easily compared to Janet Jackson in her Love Nation days. With that being said, the mother had allocated the resources that she can attain whatever she wanted.

Even a tracking device.

She was met with frustration, stress, and overall, sexual deprivation. Her whole body was feeling like one organ. At each touch, even the slightest touch, she could release. She withheld masturbation for two weeks to prepare for this night. This was her night to give herself to Izuku and her mother took it from her.

Earlier, she entered the Denny's to retrieve her property. She was met with security that wouldn't allow her to join the entourage with the Smashing Pumpkins. She showed her backstage pass but security informed her that the pass was fraudulent.

She didn't remember much of the following events that occurred thereafter. She knew that it involved a brawl, maybe a tiny, itsy, bit of her quirk, and somehow a blowtorch.

"Answer the phone, damn it," said Kyoka in a hoarse whisper. Although she was on common ground, she still had to keep vigilant. Her mother was a yandere like she was and what also brings yandere were followers, hopeless guys that would do anything to have her. Or better yet, a record deal. Mika had the power and the money, something that Kyoka lacked.

However, she did one ace in the hole. And she was using it tonight.

Her contact didn't answer.

Hey, sorry that I am unavailable. Maybe I am saving the world or stuffing my face in pancakes. Leave a message.

"Hey, Hatsume! This is Jirou! Listen, I am in a tight spot right now and I need your help. When you get the chance, call me in exactly one hour from this payphone. Talk to you soon!"

She hung up the phone and hit her head on the phone. "Damn it!" She shook her head disappointingly.

She coughed and then put in another quarter in the slot. She phoned for Denki.

After a couple of rings, the receiver answered.

"Hello?"

She sighed heavily, knowing that she was going to regret this. "Hey, Denki, it's Kyoka!"

It was met with a slight laughter. "So, my loving Jirou is calling for a late-night tet-o-tet?"

"In your damn dreams, freak!"

"Oh, little puss puss! You can never resist my charms!"

"I am so close to hanging up right now but I need your help!"

"Wait! You need my help!"

"Please don't make me hang up!"

"I am sorry! I am sorry!" Kyoka could hear some scuffing the receiver. "Can you say in the mic for me to keep a record of this?"

She pressed her lips to the phone. "OI! DENKI! QUIT BEING A FUCKING ASS, YOU BLOODY LITTLE TINY DING-A-LING HAVING BASTARD!" It was met with cries from the other end.

"God, Jirou! I am sorry! I won't play anymore." Denki sounded serious. "What's up this evening?!"

"I can't believe I am saying this but I need a place to crash for the night."

"What? You want to spend the night?"

"We need a place to crash. I am bringing Midoriya with me."

His tone lowered. "Oh! Him?"

"Yes, him! Any problems?"

"Nope! No problems! Cuckolding bastard!"

Kyoka was going to pretend that she didn't hear the latter of the conversation. "Izuku and I are going to crash for the night. We will be over in an hour."

"Sweet," he answered sarcastically. "See you then."

Kyoka hung up the phone.

One less thing to worry, she thought to herself as she made her way back to the hotel. Hopefully, the father of her kits wasn't too worried about her absence.

She was quite certain that he was too tied up at the moment to care.

Later….

It took her twenty minutes to return back to the hotel. It was the typical run-of-the-mill establishments off the interstate. Not the mint-under-your-pillow, luxurious, Olympic-sized pool kind of motel.

That was the least of her concern. Fresh towels, decent covers (at least any without suspicious stains), and a wake-up call were all that mattered.

Or at least that was what she told the clerk if a certain purple, keloid-dangling, should-have-been-a-stain-on-the-piss-ridden-gangway mother was to make her rounds. She paid the clerk a substantial amount of funds to keep mum. Hopefully, by daybreak, she could be on the way to Mei's place.

As a precaution, she knew that Denki kept a burn phone in case of crank calls with Katsuki. That phone will be handy in the next couple of hours.

"Darling, I am back," she said graciously upon her return. Just saying the word touched her inner feminity. The rocker didn't expect to wear dresses and watch Korean soap operas but at least that is what she imagined Izuku as they raise their 3.5 kids and a dog she wanted to call Inu.

Would Izuku look good in a skirt? Nah! Maybe a mini-skirt! Yeah, yeah! Something to think from my hubby!

Izuku didn't answer. Honestly, if he did he was literally tied at the moment.

"Sorry, my love. I wasn't sure on how important it was for us to be together," she said with a false sense of lamentation. "My mother did such horrid things to you. Like touching you, kissing you, FUCKING YOU!" She regained her composure. She had to be somewhat ladylike. It wasn't his fault, she thought to himself, except how he allows himself to be rapeable for sluts like her mother to consume for their sickening pleasure.

That role was for her.

Izuku was tied to the bed in his birthday suit. Tied with the sheets she requested from the maid and his mouth was stuffed with her soiled panties.

Kyoka had a teeny, wee bit fit of rage on her mother and took out her frustration onto her beloved.

"Forgive me for taking out my frustrations on you," she said as she lied beside him. Her eyes were drifting to his glorious Adonis-like appearance. "God, you are like the buffet I want to consume. The grape I would slurp until it is nothing but skin." She slapped his stomach tenderly. "That glorious work of art is mine and I can't wait to devour it."

She paused momentarily as she stared at the contraption that is thwarting her maiden voyage.

"My mother. My loving piece-of-shit, seminal blockage, encrusted dick cheese of a mother," she said frustratingly.

Izuku's dick was entrapped with a sexual device. It was a cock cage, something to void a certain party of pleasure and commenced to teasing. However, this device-in-question was state-of-the-art and technologically advanced for the rocker girl. It has fingerprint access and codes to unlock, something that she doesn't have.

"Why can't I fu...make love to my Izuku," she questioned as she went to the locked cock cage. She began gnawing and tugging on the iron curtain that is shielding what was rightfully hers. "Son of a blue ball bitch," she cried as she was grinding her teeth on the device, which was making Izuku moan in a bit of agony.

"Who in the Kali Belladonna-cheating-with-Jaune-Arc-ass made this device? NASA?!" She saw how much tension Izuku was having that she pulled back. She held onto the device. "On Pyrrha's soul, Izuku! I will find a way to get that device off you."

She put her finger to her lip, thinking of better options. What did Cary Elwes' character do to unlock the chastity belt from 'Robin Hood: Men in Tights?'

A lightbulb suddenly appeared. She had a few minutes before heading off to Denki's apartment. She kissed Izuku's stomach as she crawled to the nightstand. She picked up the telephone to contact the front office.

"Front Office! You wouldn't happen to have a jackhammer or another blowtorch on you? Asking for a friend."

To be continued….

Mika Jirou was preparing for a hot bath before bed. The lights were dimmed, the candles were on, and Sade was serenading her with smooth eloquence.

She slowly disrobed, exposing her raw nakedness. She let her hair down, wanting to relax in the warm mineral water.

She wasn't to be disturbed as she wanted to have a self-loving session. With a thick black rotor next to her person, she knew she was going to have a hell-of-a-night screaming her lungs out calling for her Izuku.

As she was dipping her big toe, she heard a beeping noise. She didn't fret as she gradually put her milky body into the tub.

"Oh, my daughter! Seems like the game of cat-and-mouse has begun."

"Excuse me! The game of Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner has begun!"

"Which one are we, my daughter?"

"You be the judge, my fellow readers!"

To be continued...for real this time!