Ladies and gentlemen, here is an interlude of 'Once in A Green Moon.' Hopefully, the next chapter will lead to her childbirth. In this chapter, Inko is angry with Izuku? What reason implores her to do so? Read and find out! Enjoy!

Nemuri was like a kid. The sounds of her cooing was noticeable by the other customers in the Starbucks. Her doe eyes gleamed as she saw the treats that were beholding to the pregnant Pro Hero.

"Honey, can I get the Mocha Frappe?"

"You can get whatever you want!"

"What about the Pumpkin Spice Mocha?"

"If they have it, it is yours!"

"The croissants? The oatmeal raisin pound cake? The…" Izuku put his finger to her lip. Like a child, her eyes narrowed to the finger to cited her silence.

"Whatever my woman desires, get it?" It was met with a kiss to the tip of her nose. Nemuri grabbed her fists in excitement as she turned to the awestruck barista. "Okay, I am ready to order!"

Izuku tried not to giggle as it was bring embarrassment to his portly wife. Amazing how she was at her final trimester, at the eighth month, and she still had a rocking body. Even as she was sporting a white buttoned down t-shirt and thigh shorts, the Pro Hero didn't displayed any shame. She wasn't going to wear a moo-moo in public for no one.

Granted, it gave some onlookers perverted glares but the grab of Nemuri's hand assured him that she wasn't going anywhere. Izuku was Nemuri's and Nemuri was Izuku's.

"Icchan, come to the table now!"

It was the sound of his mother's voice that pierced his attention off his girlfriend. And it wasn't the friendly one. There was a bit of anger coming from the portly green-haired woman that he loved. She had a legitimate reason.

They weren't at this Starbucks for a social call.

Izuku took his order, a trenta blackberry lemonade, to the table where he was met with folded arms. His father kept quiet, retreating to a magazine, giving the look of he-wasn't-going-to-get-involved-in-the-wrath-of-his-wife. From Izuku's angle, he saw beads of sweat evacuating his pores.

"As Nemuri gets her spread, there are things we need to discuss young man," said the fuming Inko. Izuku looked at his straw to avert his mother's fiery eyes. If this were an animation, smoke was flow from her ears. Inko reached into her purse and pulled out some sheets of paper.

She slid them to Izuku's side of the table.

Izuku was redder than the tomato bisque Nemuri decided to order. He tried to avoid laughter as she kept the line held up. One thing one should avoid is making Nemuri angry. She wasn't only carrying a handful of babies in her shirt.

"Mom," he groaned embarrassingly. "Could we have done this at home or at our house?"

"And involve the police for what they call corporal punishment and what the old people called a good ole-fashioned?" She spat. "Please! You should be glad that your girlfriend is here to defend." She narrowed her eyes. "She too isn't exempt as well."

She pointed her finger harshly on the sheets of paper.

Izuku didn't want to look but her groans made him direct his wary eyes.

It was a sea of red. Checks after checks beyond the papers. Scores of 20, 35, 58, and among other lower than average grades. Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. He swore that he went to the front office and changed the number. Yet again, the school doesn't really know about his current living arrangements with the Pro Hero 18+.

Izuku was quiet. His pleading, merciful eyes were back on his mother.

"You should thank God that Aizawa-sensei is a merciful sensei," said his mother. "These grades here are unacceptable, young man."

"Mom, I can't..."

"Did you have permission to speak?"

"No."

She clicked her tongue. "At least, Hisashi knows his place. Right?"

Hisashi pushed his face forward into the magazine, whistling an unknown tune. "Just reading about an important periodical." He hummed nonchalantly. "Found Waldo. He was hiding under the porkchop, you sneaky rascal!"

Inko turned back to Izuku. "Aizawa-sensei understands your current arrangement with Nemuri here. He says he won't tell but he states he finds it inexcusable, especially with a teacher that can help you. What are you doing over there that you can't focus?!"

Izuku turned away to his happy-go-lucky wife. She was twirling at the end of the register as she waited on her treats. She blew a kiss to him. In his defense, how could he not focus on something that was awfully cute? Over the last few weeks, their sex life has been stronger than ever. At first reluctant, Izuku was getting used to enjoying pregnant sex.

'Yes, baby! Your dick is feeding my womb once again.'

'Damn, Nemuri. Your pussy feels so damn good. Damn, you're tight!'

'Keep it right there! Go and suck on my tities. Want my boy big and strong.'

'Your milk is so damn rich!'

'Only for my Papa! Can't raise these children with a weak puppy.'

'...'

'Oh, don't worry. You are always my big, strong puppy.'

'I am getting close!'

'Come for me, Izuku! Feed us!'

It was a slap to his forehead with the papers that interrupted his fantasy. Inko darted her eyes and noticed his distraction.

"Just as I thought," said Inko matter-of-factly. "Have you guys…" She stopped as she was turning red. Seeing her future daughter-in-law in that alluring attire was starting to make sense.

Nemuri came to join them at their table. Izuku scooted to the end to give his girlfriend room. "I can't wait to feed our babies, Izuku." She turned to Inko. "What's the matter, Mom?"

SMACK!

"Ouch!" Nemuri was covering her head as she, too, caught the wrath of Inko's paper-swatting. Nemuri pouted. "To think I was going to let you have a piece of my croissant."

"You are about to get a piece of this knuckle sandwich if you and Icchan don't keep your minds out of the gutter." Inko sighed as she was noticing the onlookers. It was the stink eye that made the patrons turned. She massaged her head with her fingers. "Nemuri, Icchan! Think civil for once. What kind of example are you setting for your daughters?"

Nemuri turned to Izuku. "What did I miss?"

Izuku pointed to rolled-up sheets of paper as the source. Nemuri took the paper and scanned them. Her eyes glared as she recognized them. "I thought I told Shouta that I will pay him if he kept quiet."

"So, you are aware of Izuku's grades," said Inko. "Are you aware that he won't get into a good university. C'mon, Nemuri, you of all people should know better."

"I am sorry, Mom," said Nemuri as she put her hands in a praying position. "We have been heavily distracted."

"Judging by your outfit, I can tell." Inko immediately turned to Hisashi. She can see the indentation of his eyes on the front cover.

"What is wrong with how I dress," asked Nemuri.

"You are a mother to be! Your 18+ days are over!"

"Can't I be sexy and pregnant at the same time?!"

"Should have I thought about that…" Inko stopped, not wanting to respark old feelings. This wasn't about her but the welfare of Izuku and his grades. She regained her composure. "Aizawa-sensei said that Icchan comes to class sleeping. He is also inattentive and has been slacking at practice. Even All Might and Ectoplasm-sensei has stated their concerns."

"Mom, I am sorry," said Izuku. "I will admit that Nemuri and I have been up late doing extracurricular activities. I admit that I haven't taken my end of the bargain when promising you to be responsible. But, please, don't take it out on Nemuri. At the end of the day, it is my grade and my fate."

"I know, dear," said Inko. "I gave you the responsibility of being on your own and letting you stay with her. However, it seems distractions are still distractions. You are a father-to-be and a student. However, you are my son first and you won't be flunking high school."

"What are you planning to do," asked Izuku worriedly as he instinctively grabbed his girlfriend's hand.

Izuku saw everything go dark. He saw his mother wearing a black robe and a white wig. As if he was standing in the pulpit of the courts.

"Izuku Midoriya, until you pass your semester exams, I forbid you to have sex with Nemuri!"

Izuku's jaw dropped when hearing those distorted words. Nemuri grabbed his hands tightly. Seeing Inko parting her mouth, she wasn't finished.

"Just to be sure you follow up on this, I will be staying with you until the deal is done!"

Izuku could feel his hand going numb. Nemuri's spoon, that was containing her frappe, dropped onto her bosom. Hisashi's eyes were torn into the front cover as the magazine was being drenched in sweat.

"And to show you how serious I am, I forbid you to even masturbate!"

The entire Starbucks went silent when hearing Inko speak.

"M-M-M-Mom! Y-y-y-you can't b-b-b-be serious," said Izuku. Whenever he becomes nervous, his stuttering returns.

"You have four weeks until the term ends," said Inko. "I suggest you began studying."

He put his head face down on the table. Oh, Pyrrha in heaven, just kill me now!

To be continued….

Izuku took steady paces. He took deep breaths as he stood in front of the toilet.

"I surely suggest, Icchan, to keep the noise down," replied Nemuri in a teasing manner. They were both in the restroom. Nemuri had bedroom eyes as she instructed Izuku to unbutton his pants.

"Nemuri, baby, no!" Nemuri wouldn't listen. She used both her hands to rub the shaft of Izuku's swollen member. He covered his mouth as she hovered her breath over his member. She grinned as she told him that she was revving up for him.

"Now, Izuku. Don't fret. Your woman is here to make you feel good," she informed him vigorously. "If anything, take perspective." She opened her mouth as she inserted his dick inside of her mouthpussy. Izuku felt her wettest muscle lathering his dick, coating it with her saliva. He flinched, kicking his legs as the pleasure was kicking him.

She paused, opening her mouth. "Your dick flinched. I can tell you are liking this. Don't worry, I am having fun as well." She took off her glasses, displaying her deep sea eyes. She closed them as she resumed to perform fellatio onto his dick.

"Baby, what about the deal I made with Mom?" Izuku felt the suction of her mouth tightening on his throbbing member. It felt like eels or sea anemones tightening around his shaft, ready for his bursting of his milk.

She removed her mouth from her pleasure center, seeing the trail of her saliva and his precum. She delightfully made shlicking noises, teasing him. "What deal do you mean, baby?" She ignored his pleas, scraping her finger into the folds of his phallus. She clicked her tongue. "If you need me to clean your folds, let me know next time. You know I love exquisite flavors of my I-zu-ku!" She blew into his dick, clinging to the very thing that belongs to her and responsible for bringing their loving daughters into the world.

"Dear, the promise!"

"She said that you are forbidden to have sex and masturbate," she said. "She never said anything about me. And besides, you're not masturbating or having sex. I am just assisting your manly needs!" She continued to stroke quickly. He began hissing as he felt his member hardened by her hand. "Also, I gave your father some coin to keep quiet. In return of a picture of me."

"Dad?"

"Don't worry, Izuku. A picture when I was 18. He wants it to pretend it is Inko!"

"Oh!"

"Tell me who is making you hot?"

"Nemuri..."

"C'mon, baby! Tell me who you are fucking for?"

"He's fucking for his mother."

Izuku and Nemuri turned to the angry mother. Hisashi stood silently in the background. His pleading eyes darting away from his wife.

"Mom!"

"Mrs. Midoriya!" She turned to Hisashi. He mouthed an apology.

Inko turned to the panicking Hisashi. "A pity. It seems that there will be two locked and caged snakes tonight."

To be continued...for real this time….