Hey, guys! This is GOTA with another installment of the MHI Vampire Chronicles - 'Girls From The Low End.' In this chapter, it is quality time with Hitoshi and Izuku at her dorm. Meanwhile, Hitoshi is having difficulties controlling her urges toward Izuku. Later, Izuku has a specific request that Hitoshi doesn't mind helping. Enjoy!
Izuku was humming a tune to his favorite anime as he pressed the button to the elevator. Hitoshi never minded how pushy he could be as he wanted to be the first person to press the elevator button. She cautiously told the emerald-haired teen to be careful with the grocery bags so that the eggs wouldn't crack. In return, he turned to Hitoshi with a smile that can lighten up anyone's day or mood, he would honor her request.
Upon the opening of the elevator door, he rushed into the door. Hitoshi, however, kept a calming pose as she entered. At least one of them needed to keep the appearance of being an adult. However, she liked the idea of being his senpai, despite being the same age. In moments, they appeared to be either mother-and-son or brother-and-sister. Then, through the rumors of the grapevine, Hitoshi's attempt of being more than a friend that was nothing more than unrequited love.
Be that as it may, the grey-haired teen wouldn't trade anything as long as her adorable Izuku was standing by her side.
"Can I eat a snack before dinner, Hitoshi-chan," asked Izuku.
"You can, but it has to be a piece of fruit," she answered. "Don't need to spoil your appetite."
He groaned. "Can it be chips?"
Hitoshi raised her eyebrow, instantly deterring Izuku from going further. "Yes, ma'am."
She brushed his hair with her fingers. "That's my boy. Sorry if I sounded mean."
The emerald-haired teen shook his head in disagreement. "You weren't, senpai. You were looking out for me." He smiled once again. "I trust you!"
Hitoshi clutched her chest where her heart resided. Her thoughts were interrupted when Izuku tugged her skirt tail. "Senpai, do you think that we are welcomed back at that grocery store?"
That would be 1250 yen.
Senpai, can I give her the money?
Sure, sweetie. Of course, you can!
Here you go, Auntie!
Aww! He is such a cutie!
What is that supposed to mean?
Nothing, ma'am. Just saying how sweet of him to help you. I will admit he is quite handsome.
Watch that language around my Deku!
What did I say? He's just a handsome young man!
Choose your next words wisely, ma'am.
What did I say, miss?! Just saying that he is a cutie….
Hitoshi kneeled forward to Izuku. "Not for quite a while, dear. Let's say they have extensive clean up to do." And I need to figure out which precinct they called so I can glamor them.
"Ok, senpai! It did get messy in there. Was that syrup on the floor?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sweetie...syrup!"
"What kind of syrup was it? Tastes very bitter."
Hitoshi didn't respond. Izuku had experienced enough for one day. Hopefully, fruit and homework could distract the kid before dinner.
Sometime later….
Izuku loved whenever Hitoshi would feed him his pancakes. At every bite, he would make a delightful hum.
Hitoshi stroked her cheek when seeing her Deku delighted by his favorite baked good. "Open up, Izuku!" Izuku put his mouth around the fork, pulling away while rubbing his stomach. "This is delicious yummy! I love it when you make pancakes, senpai."
Hitoshi could yelp to the heavens and it still wasn't enough to show her love for her Izuku. How could she admit that she was somewhat of a reverse shotacon. Seeing that there wasn't anything left on his plate, she grabbed the handkerchief and wiped his face. She took hold of his face to see that there wasn't a spec or a crumb.
She lightly tapped his cheek. "There you go, Dekkun! All finished!"
"Thank you, Hitoshi-chan." The happy-go-lucky teen would wrap his body around the vampire. Sinking his body onto her bosom. She openly accepted his warm, friendly hugs. It took a strong force of will to not sink her teeth into the cinnamon roll, among other things.
She pulled him from her, ruffling his hair. He loved whenever she did that. It always made him purr. "So, Dekkun, finished your homework?"
He shook his head in compliance. "Yes, ma'am!"
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"In the name of White Emerald, I promise not to tell a lie."
She was tickled. "Ok, I believe you." She paused when she smelled a hint of an odor. She grabbed Izuku's shoulder, sniffing the uniform. "Something tells me that you worked up quite a sweat in PE?"
He nodded. "Guilty! Sensei had us run laps for days."
She was laughing. "Right, sweetie. Well, you have your stuff in the restroom. Go and take your bath, then we can watch Power Rangers?"
"Kamen Riders, silly goose!"
She tossed his stuffed teddy bear Tomo at him. "Go and bathe, dear. It won't be long before bed."
"I am going! I am going!" She slapped his butt as Izuku rushed to the bedroom. Hitoshi felt concerned about the Low End Girls making an encounter with him earlier in the day. With permission from Nezu, he was allowed to spend the night with Hitoshi. However, this wasn't the first night that Izuku spent the night with her.
"Hold it right there, Mister," she told Izuku. "What did I say that we don't have much time for TV and then bed?"
"Please, can I play with my Kamen Rider toy?"
Hitoshi placed her hands on her hips. "Izuku Midoriya! What did your senpai say?"
Izuku lowered his head. "Yes, ma'am!"
Hitoshu didn't like being the ugly side of her. "Next time, sweetie, I promise!"
"Okay!" Izuku immediately rushed his toy back into Hitoshi's room before heading to the bathroom and closed the door.
Hitoshi decided to stand up and put up the dirty dishes. As she turned on the sink, she often couldn't tell if she was a spoiling wife or a spoiling mother. It mattered not, believing that she would do an awesome job at both.
Are you sure you can handle Midoriya? He requires a lot of attention.
This entire school requires a lot of attention. Especially if you know who runs amok.
We are working on it, but unfortunately, they haven't done anything serious.
What about Midoriya?
That is why we entrust you with him. He is quite pragmatic and I think you'll be a great match.
Especially with her shota-loli tendencies.
Hush, Aizawa-sensei! Anyway, since you have met him, he couldn't stop talking about you. But still, are you sure you are up for the challenge.
Might as well. I will admit that the runt has grown on me.
Hitoshi couldn't be honest with herself. She had taken a strong liking to the cinnamon roll since his admittance to UA High School. As she was washing dishes, lecherous thoughts were coming into her troubled mind.
It didn't now matter that her bisexuality leaned toward women. What mattered was the sexuality that was Izuku. In a way, she wasn't doing anything illegal. Izuku was of age and although his mindset was of a young teenager, his body remained a man.
The tingling sensation was tantalizing her. She was feeling titillated by the thoughts of what Izuku could be doing in the shower.
Conceal, not feel, Hitoshi!
You have told yourself that you weren't going to do this again.
It wasn't long on the first night when she masturbated to Izuku. Her yuri mangas, ero-mangas, pornography, or hentai sufficed. The entire night was filling her voices to the heavens on her beloved cinnamon roll. She couldn't recall a single night without getting off to him. The changing of sheets, panties, and the flipping of mattresses. She was fortunate that she lived alone.
She rubbed her legs together. As if she was starting a fire, the sensations have returned. She looked to God for an apology.
I am going to look after him again.
Two minutes later….
The shower alone has a panel with more than a hundred options he can choose from. Regulating water temperature, pressure, soaps, shampoos, scents, oils, and massaging sponges. When stepping out on a mat, heaters come on that blow dry his body. Instead of struggling with knots in his wet hair, he would merely place his hand on a box that sends a current through his scalp, untangling, parting, and drying my hair almost instantly. It floats down around his neck in a glossy curtain.
Izuku applied his favorite oatmeal raisin soap/shampoo as he was lathering himself. As always, the happy-go-lucky began singing one of his favorite show's theme songs.
When there's trouble, you know who to call
Teen Titans!
From the tower, they can see it all!
Teen Titans!
Hitoshi was quiet as she peeked around the corner of the bathroom. The naive cinnamon roll was too caught up in his singing to notice his own little peep show. Hitoshi asked God for forgiveness as she placed her hand into her pussy. It wasn't long as she fondled her labia, tapping and flicking her bean while using her free hand to inhale Izuku's bittersweet scent in his boxers.
She buried her face into the fabric, using her free hand to aggressively till her pussy. Her back was against the cold marbled wall. She watched the naked cinnamon roll begin pouring water onto his back. Her eyes widened when he stood, showcasing his supple ass.
She vigorously licked her lips, wishing to stand behind him to dip his paintbrush. She wasn't sure whether it was broken or not, but she lecherously wanted to make Izuku into a man.
"Izuku," she whispered in bated breath. "Izuku! Izuku, I love you." The fluids were dripping out of her panties, dampening her panties and dribbling down her legs. She continued humping furiously as if there was an itch that couldn't be scratched.
Izuku turned around as he began washing his penis. Hitoshi envied the towel that was wrapped around his cock that was thick like a PVC pipe. She continued to play with her pussy. Her nipples were becoming so hard she could feel them from her shirt. The friction that rubbed against her nipples only intensified the pleasure.
"Izuku, can you hear my cries," she whimpered while moaning. "Izuku! Izuku!"
Izuku turned around again as he stepped into the water. "I hope Hitoshi-senpai is fine without me, Mr. Kamen. Don't tell her that I brought you with me. I don't want her to get mad."
"Izuku?"
"I am happy she is my big sister. Since I've been here, she makes me really happy. I like her so much," he said to his action figure. "She makes the gloomies go away."
Hitoshi dropped to her knees. She whimpered as she felt herself climaxing. A combination of guilt and pleasure filled her brain. She kissed his boxers, praying for the day in which she could involve herself in pleasure with her cinnamon roll.
"Senpai, I am finished."
Hitoshi rushed her away from the bathroom. Quietly opening the door, she turned around and reopened the door. "Okay! Are you covered up?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good! I have your pajamas ready in the room. Afterwards, come and meet me in the living room."
"Okey-doke!"
A few minutes later….
Izuku was jolly as a peach as he ran into his senpai. After taking a wash-off to cover her little moment in the bathroom, he positioned himself on her lap as they began to watch their favorite programming.
She held onto him tightly as she took that moment to brush his hair.
"I am enjoying myself with you, senpai," said Izuku.
She giggled. "I am, too, Izuku!"
"Senpai?"
"Yeah!"
He turned away. "Never mind."
"What is it, sweetie?" She rubbed his stomach. "Shall I give you the tickles?"
He shook his head in disagreement. "No," he replied coyly.
"Then, what is it?"
He gave her a serious look. "You won't get mad at me."
"Now, Izuku. Do you trust me?"
"I do, Senpai."
"Then, okay."
Izuku took a breath. "Well, it's two things. One, I am sorry for bringing Mr. Kamen to the bathtub." He put his hands in a praying position. "Please don't be mad."
Hitoshi flicked his forehead. He covered his head. "Serves you right, Deku. Thankfully, I am a lenient judge. So, no dessert for tonight."
"I understand," he replied disappointingly.
"What was the second thing, dear?"
He began to blush. "Well, when talking to Mr. Kamen, I was beginning to have an itching feeling in my crotch."
Hitoshi bit into her lip, clinging tightly around her Deku. "Really?"
"Yeah," he replied. "It gets like that whenever I think of you." He gave her watery eyes. "And I don't know what to do. I start to feel funny."
Lecherous and perverted thoughts were returning to Hitoshi's mind. She took steady breaths as she was pondering on her next move. "Well, sweetie. Funny how?"
"I can't quite explain it."
Once again, she asked the gods for forgiveness. "Let's finish the program first and then, later I can talk to you about that itching feeling in your pants. Deal?"
He smiled. "Deal?"
Dear Phyrrha! I am no better than those Low End Girls. Well, at least, my love for him is genuine and not a slave-like relationship like those bitches.
To be continued….
"What the hell? We don't get a scene in this story," barked Momo. "Damn bakas and their kingdom of cliffhangers."
"Like yeah! I had an entire speech on my love for Izuku," said Ochako.
"Faunus, please! A speech that I wrote and you stole," said Kyoka.
"Suck it, Keloid Ears," barked Ochako.
"Fuck off, Pointy Eyebrows," retorted Kyoka.
"This bastard and that bitch of his better give us a scene," shouted Mina.
"If they aren't too busy with those damn crossovers," said Momo. "We are aware, guys!"
"Like yeah," shouted Ochako. "Team IzuOcha over those fucking cunts anyday."
"IzuMina," barked Mina.
"No, IzuMomo," barked Momo.
"All of you shut the hell up," barked BD and GOTA. "Be grateful that you are featured. Now, cut to the commentary."
"And for the record," barked GOTA, "it's team Emerald RWBY!"
BD: No! It was getting to the best part!
GOTA: Never you worry! Saving it for the next part.
BD: Well, damn! Anyway, stay tuned for more.
GOTA: To those who have read our story, 'Crazy. Reckless. Teenage. Love,' we have released a sequel called "Kids These Days!" If you haven't checked it out, please do! Thanks for reading!
To be continued...for real this time!