Nemuri Kayama was the first person who had made it in her mind to have a taste of Izuku Midoriya. She was alluringly attractive. She was what her students called her - unreachable. She was the Pro Hero 18+. Her alias, Midnight, had a deeper meaning to those who had the pleasure to be under the temptress of the night. Guys, even girls, were able to tell the tale who explain to those that Midnight was lecherous, a spider who waits for her prey to come into her nest.

Lately, Nemuri has had enough of the men of her equal or lesser value. No longer were the women she often enjoyed their company was appealing. She needed something different. Something to make her feel like a woman again.

Better yet, someone that can treat her like a goddess. Someone to worship the ground she walked on. Kayama-sensei needed somebody that can treat her like a queen and be reminded of that every day.

However, it couldn't be just anyone. It couldn't be just any student. No, it had to be someone that would never talk. Better yet, an easygoing student that needed guidance and support. And she knew the right kind of person that was going to make it happen.

"Midoriya, there is a something that we need to discuss." She pursed her lips as she sat on her table in the cold dusky evening in the classroom. No lights were on, which suited Midnight as she didn't need any distractions or anyone to notice on what she was going to do.

Izuku Midoriya stood fragile. Nervous as the day he entered the classroom on his first day at UA High School. Izuku was a novice, a child to Kayama-sensei. She was fixated on his freckles, his cheeky smile, his wavy green hair. Just seeing the taste of innocence in her very eyes. She couldn't approach him right away. Too obvious. She needed to earn his trust, collect intel. Gratefully, she had a connection that provided her detail about the nervous, shy, nubile teen. The source of that very connection? It mattered not. Knowing that her prize was right upon her alluring, sultry eyes, there was no way she was going to leave Izuku alone.

She had already gotten word through the grapevine that his paintbrush has yet to be dipped. So, she was excited to have the exalted honor of breaking it in.

"Whatever do you mean, Kayama-sensei?" Izuku's voice was faint. Fainter than a church mouse. Even church mice knew when to speak in the midst of an approaching sin. Unfortunately for them whereas fortunate for Midnight as she knew that Izuku was hers for the taking.

"I have sensed that you have been quite distracted in class, Midoriya," she purred to the nervous teen. She purposely did it. Her legs were spread wider than a canyon or the peaks of the nearest mountain. She held on to her pointer as she rubbed it from thigh to thigh. Her stockings were rising, tightening at the most sacred center. Moisture was forming in her reservoir. A reservoir she was willing to open for Izuku. "Tell me, Izuku? Is my class not to your liking?"

"No, ma'am," he said gently. "Your class has been great. I enjoy learning about Pro Hero History." Izuku was modest, truthful, qualities that made Midnight pick Izuku as her choice. Of course, there was a long list of suitable candidates. No, no, she said. She wanted someone that wouldn't say no. a yes man.

"Well, I am glad that you find yourself enjoying my class, Mi-do-ri-ya!" Putting emphasis on his surname, stretching so she can the pores of his forehead exposing the sweat. He was nervous. Moisture appeared in every corner of his armpit. She licked her lips, knowing that Izuku was being quite tasty. Knowing that she wanted to taste the salt. To taste the loins of what his parents made. She made a slight prayer of apology to his parents, knowing that some random teacher was going to break in his paintbrush.

She stepped from her desk. Footsteps filled the room as she approached his desk. He sat motionlessly, staring into the very eyes of the seductress. "Midoriya! Do you find me intimidating?"

"No, ma'am," replied Izuku nervously. She could tell by the dryness of his lips. The sweat pelting down his neck that he was lying. She knew the number of boys in her class staring at her back each and every moments. Perilous, perverted thoughts filled their troubled, hormonal mind in every way, thinking of ways of ravishing and deflowering their precious sensei.

Izuku was no exception. She knew that Izuku had thoughts. Maybe not as impure as the others but thoughts are thoughts. Heck, she believed that men were to be perverted for the sake of being perverted. It was human nature. Science. Consistent as gravity. Even if he put it away, they were there. And it was her job to get it out of Izuku.

Or else, there might be others who would get to Izuku first.

"You know, Midoriya. This is a open-minded classroom." She pursed her lips, extending her hand to his cheek. She rubbed gently from the lobes of his ear to the mandible. She had to get him comfortable. He wasn't going to fret. He wasn't the guy who would easily smile, becoming cocky, and immediately want her to aim for their cocks. Izuku wasn't like that. She could tell how he continued to fidget. He was horny. She smiled. She aimed the pointer on his desk. "In this classroom, we can always keep things confidential." She brushed through her air. "Don't you think? Aizawa-sensei doesn't have to know. Recovery Girl doesn't have to know. Principal Nezu doesn't have to know."

She had to produce a fake coyness. "And your girlfriend doesn't have to know."

Izuku averted his eyes. Bingo! She knew that was the easiest trick in the book. A way for a boy to open his mouth was to ask that particular question. Hook, line, sinker.

"I don't have a girlfriend," replied Izuku gingerly. As he attempted to turn away, she used her hand to pry his chin to her direction. She pouted gently. "Oh, dear. I hope I didn't hit a sore spot or made you feel uncomfortable."

"No, ma'am," he replied. "I don't know. It's just when I around your class. Well, when you are here, I tend to get nervous." She planted her hands on his desk. They were nose length with each other. So much so that she can taste the peppermint he just swallowed upon entering the classroom.

"There is no reason to be nervous around me, Izuku," she purred to him. She used the pointer around his shoulder. Sensitive to the touch, make it quite sensual. Give him the feeling of pleasure centers, things he didn't think he could experience. "With me, Izuku, you can be truthful, promising, and honest." He didn't realize that she dropped his surname. His breath went into labor as the pointer was now around his throbbing erection.

"There is no shame, I-zu-ku," she purred to him. "You are in the good hands of a trusting sensei." She produced a fake pout. "Or, you don't like being around this little old lady."

He parted his mouth. "It isn't that," he replied as he felt the point encircling his dick. It touched the tip, making his dick bombarding his pants, aching for a release. She was tickled, if not mesmerized.

"I can tell that your son is quite honest about his teacher." She winked, pressing her body closer to Izuku "If you want, I can allow your son to join in with the lesson if you want."

"Kayama-sensei," he grunted, shutting his eyes tight. She was pleased, knowing that it didn't take any time. As she watched Izuku grabbed the ends of his seat, he wasn't showing resistance. He could have run out of the classroom. He could have said stop. He could have pushed her away. She fixated her eyes on his throbbing shaft. As her connection mentioned, Izuku would never say no. That wasn't his nature.

"Shh! Don't fret, relax," she ensured him that he was in a good hands. She edged closer to his desk. But this time, her body was hovering over Izuku. Her hot breath lingered overhead, inciting and furthering his excitement in his pants. She knew that she was at the point of no return. She needed this. She wanted this. She knew that Izuku wanted this badly. She wanted him to disallow the inhibitions. "It's okay, Izuku. You can moan. You are in perfect hands. Let me hear it." She moaned, wanting to heighten the excitement. "Moan for me, Izuku. Excite me. Excite these enchanting melodies of your savory voice."

Izuku tilted his head, allowing his vocal cords rattle as he submitted himself to Kayama-sensei's forbidden pleasure. She clicked her tongue, removing the pointer from his dick and trailed it from his navel to his chest. "Oh, God, I would like to devour you. To feast upon you right now. I can sense your excitement. But alas, I just need a taste." She licked her lips. "I want a small test. A small taste to see if you are what I think you are." By this time she was in a hoarse whisper. He clung to her words as a honey was attracted to pollen. "Would you mind if I laid my hands inside of your pants?"

She smiled. "Oh, Izuku. Don't be modest. I know your throbbing, piping hot cock demands a woman's touch." She uncrossed her legs, exposing her prowess, her womanhood. A sweet, yet salty musk entered his nostrils. Invigorating, yet unfamiliar. Appealing at the same time. He lingered forward. The prey was entering the spider's web. Kayama-sensei used that opportunity to allow her hands to slide into his pants.

A woman's touch unzipped his pants, removing the cotton binds so that his flesh could be released. Soft to the touch. Her well-manicured hands gripped the phallus of his erect cock. "God, I know you were big. Thick as prime meat. A choice cut. Would you mind if I have a taste?"

He nodded. Not sure if it was out of permission or just instinct.

"Thank you," she purred as her hot breath lingered around his dick. As a novice, he wasn't familiar with a woman's touch. How she uses her words. Her savory, lustrous words to enticing a man to do this. He couldn't think further. As soon as her mouth was in proceed to park, he released. Izuku prematurely opened the floodgates of his reservoir as it sprouted all over Midnight's face. Her face was glazed by his icing. Nevertheless, she was delighted to be bathed in his natural oil. Its warmth reminded her of a facial at a spa. She delighted herself in the vitamins and minerals of her personal face mask.

"Oh, God, you have come so soon," she said to him as she wiped her face. She dangled the slithering milk, tasting it, savoring it like a fine wine or delicate cheese. "Amazing your milk is, Izuku. Such a fine taste. Such rich and thick. It was as if you have never climax before." Her lingering eyes were upon his blushing face. "Do you ever masturbate?"

"Not often," he admitted but in a form of guilt.

"Well, sweetie. Looks like we need to change that. Do we?"

To be continued….