Principal Shouta Aizawa sat quietly in her office as the day ends. She always tries to keep her composure as newly appointed principal of UA Academy. The former principal, Nezu, suddenly fell ill and ended falling from a cliff. She knew the locals enjoyed their talks. From the coffeehouse, country Mom and Pop stores to the hallways of UA Academy. Nevertheless, no one would dare questioned the newly appointed principal as she has obtained the power and the respect she deserved.

She removed her glasses. She took a drink of water to gain her composure. She was preparing to welcome a new student to UA Academy. Izuku Midoriya was a recent transfer from a private school in the previous prefecture. The academy was quite pragmatic in their plan of care for the cinnamon roll. Aizawa had the privilege of meeting with the principal of Izuku's former academy before his admittance.

They sat in her office, sipping cold iced tea, and allowing the sun to nestle onto their porcelain skins as they conducted business.

"It wasn't an easy decision to let him go, Aizawa. However, his mother questioned my, how you say, techniques of the curriculum with the young lad."

"You know how difficult it is to please parents. Especially helicopter parents."

"I was THIS close to attaining the goal of making him my familiar. THIS close but if I go at least 100 yards near him, then I will have to forfeit my position as headmistress. That Inko board is lucky that I have started a third mortgage on my mansion and purchased a brand new yacht. He could have been a handsome sailor boy."

"You have his costumes?!"

"Oh, Aizawa darling, you are such a tease. They are on the way by courier."

"This Midoriya! Is he by any way resistant?"

"Heavens, no! Easy-going, easy pleasing, and quite pleasurable. It's a shame, really. I was this close on him keeping up with techniques on the curriculum of love. I really wanted him. The bitch is lucky that I am too rich to kill her. I would pay for assassins but I wouldn't dare lay a finger on what could have been my future bitch-in-law. Aizawa, honey, I am leaving the duties to you."

"Do you think I have what it takes?"

"You have always been a young 'whipper' snapper! I have seen it in the days back when you were under my tutelage in your former days as a student. You have come a long way since then. It makes me proud to know that you will be excellent in taking over Midoriya. It is a blessing, if not a fortright!"

"Is this what you have considered?"

"Alas, yes! As much as value him, I have a career. Without it, I wouldn't have any source of domineering. And besides, I have someone to fall back on. It isn't much but he will have to do."

"Father?"

"Yes, Shouta honey! He is my first love, unfortunately. I think he gets the point of submission under his wife. To love, honey, AND obey. So, Shouta, I will leave Izuku Midoriya to you. Please and please give him the pleasure he deserves. And if you are lucky, he may be something more than a familiar to you."

"I will do whatever it takes to make you proud, Mom."

"Oh, darling! I have waited so long for you to finally hear those words."

"A long time coming. It wasn't easy being raised by you. The neverending position of hanging upside down. Being spanked by you and the random maids. Having to taste test the various men and women upon me."

"Understand Shouta honey that I was raising you and rearing you up to be the greatest. So many opportunities I have seen you. That was something your father didn't understand. I love you. You are my daughter. Maybe not by birth, but my darling nevertheless. I did these things because I love you. The blood runs in your veins. And besides, it isn't every day I would entrust my familiar to you. Take that as a blessing, darling!"

"I will, Mom! I will make sure to make Izuku the most obedient familiar under my care and tutelage."

"Treat him well, darling. For, believe it or not, IT too runs in his veins."

Principal Aizawa was plain smitten when being introduced to Izuku Midoriya. Hiding his emerald eyes behind his hair and hiding behind his mother, she saw that he was a shy individual. Inko explained the circumstances of his departure from the previous academy. She was in dismay about how they treated him. She made it loud and clear that Izuku was a human being and not a sexual object. Inko was paid in an undisclosed amount of money in lieu of a lawsuit. She would have taken Izuku to the United States to be with her husband but due to circumstances with his obtaining a visa, she found this academy to keep him here until she goes to the consulate on obtaining him a visa.

Aizawa ensured Inko that Izuku would be in great hands. She even insisted on taking Izuku under his wing until he becomes adjusted to the academy. Inko believed that in her heart, things were going to be different from the previous academy. The kiss to Izuku's cheek and the hug before leaving the academy was going to the final thing for the next several months.

For by then, she had hoped that Inko would become nothing more than a distant memory to Izuku.

Aizawa hissed as she felt a slight twitch down her leg. She rubbed the frame of her glasses as she felt the source of the twitch. Down on both knees was the meek emerald cinnamon roll. His doe eyes were too adorable to Aizawa. She stroked his cheek, releasing a motherly-like smile to ensure him that he was in good hands.

"What's the matter, little one. Am I a bit rough?"

He shook his head, disagreeing with her. "No, ma'am. Quite well, actuality. You are more delicate than Mother."

"Mother?"

"That is what the headmistress wanted me to call her when we made love."

Aizawa envied her own mother for already taking away Izuku's virginity. Her mother moved fast. She took it immediately that night after she ordered him to spend the night in her quarters. For a fifty-something-year-old woman, she could easily pass for a woman in her thirties. Aizawa envied her mother as she carried herself well, desiring to be like her whenever she was to reach that age.

"Precious little one. Mother already took away your cherry?"

"Yes, ma'am. My paintbrush has been dipped."

Aizawa remembered her mother mentioning that in their previous tet-o-tet. "I teach him to speak figuratively without attracting the attention of outsiders. Izuku is trainable and is willing to comply with anything you tell him."

"Is he that easy to do?"

"It wasn't easy. He, himself, was willing to give himself away. That, itself, was scary as I never have boys to easily give away themselves. Especially with an older woman."

"A history?"

"I am not sure. Honestly, I am not sure."

Aizawa was titillated but nevertheless pleased. Izuku licked under his lips to ensure he didn't spill a single drop of Aizawa's love nectar. A subservient familiar was her first thought but later recanted. He wasn't subservient as he served a higher purpose. Being under her is a privilege and not an insult. She wouldn't dare compare him to the one-hit shysters and downtrodden, cast aside and nothing more than a used scratching post. She knew that this boy will be more delicate, more careful. She wanted to be sure that comfort was in the works.

Aizawa pulled away from her seat. She pulled up her panties followed by her stockings. Izuku remained post like a dog awaiting orders from his owner. His neck, marked with the former collar that belonged to her mother. His neck was raised as he expected the next order from Aizawa.

Clever woman, Mother!

Aizawa patted her thighs. "Sit!" Izuku instinctively sat on her thighs. She fixed her lips, cautious as she was trying not to show much skin. Mother told her that exposure to skin led to easy arousal from the cinnamon roll. She extended her arms to wrap around the nape of his neck. She felt the moisture of sweat around it. He was a bit nervous she could tell. Nevertheless, she commended him for the directions of orders on the first day. Mother had trained him well.

"Do you remember your purpose for me here under this Academy," she asked as she began unbuckling his uniform. Aizawa's mother informed her of Izuku's pre-objective prior to his arrival. Izuku kept his eyes on her as she began showing his skin.

"My objective is to follow orders under the directives of you, Aizawa-sama," said Izuku diligently. Even his diction was straight to a tee. Her mother has always been a stickler when it came to grooming, etiquette, and diction. Even a vowel out of place resulted in a spanking.

"Clever, little one," said Aizawa. "A reward." She kneaded his nipple teasingly. Izuku's breath labored as his eyes were shut from the stimulation. Aizawa kissed his stomach, taking turns licking and flicking his nipples with her tongue. She felt the indention of his nipples. She knew that her mother pulled techniques to make his nipples inward. She knew the feeling in the confines of the basement of their family manor many, many years ago.

Aizawa pecked his chest, trailing her tongue as she wanted more of his taste. The smell of oatmeal raisin shampoo faintly lingered. She pulled her body toward hers. She grabbed his hips and placed him on the desk. She gasped as she reached for his neck, tasting the saltiness, craving more of him. A hunger she easily picked up on such a delicatessen such as Izuku.

Arousal flared into her loins. Her moist cavern produced such massive heat that she felt she was frothing like a refrigerator. She won't speak on how long she has been with a man, better yet, the last time she has been in a relationship. She just knew that right then and right now, this Izuku was on the menu.

"Very good to submit easily, my dear Izuku," said Aizawa with a tone of sincerity. "Mother has taught you well and I must offer you a reprieve. Tell me what is your heart's desire."

A slight pregnant silence ensued. After an additional minute, he spoke. "It doesn't matter of what are my desires. My desires were set by Mother was to serve you in each and every way. Your desires are my duties. And my duties are to serve you, Aizawa-sama."

She was complacent. "Good boy." She grabbed him by his chin and entered her tongue into his. She allowed his tongue entry into her mouth. She poured drool into his mouth, using his throat to allow her saliva entry into his windpipes. He didn't resist, he accepted it.

Aizawa pulled apart the uniform. Fireworks of buttons sprung into different directions. Her hungry eyes praised the gods for such an immaculate conception in front of her. Her angry nipples were protruding. She flinched, knowing when her body becomes excited, she produces a motherly instinct. "God, Izuku. You know how to excite this old lady. To think that only Mother was the only person to taste you."

Mother told Aizawa that she wouldn't have any girl, particularly a square or a slut, taste him. Their objective was to give each other the slightest pleasure. Their goal was to heighten their sexuality to a whole new level. To find yourself capable of expanding your boundaries and lower any kind of inhibitions. Her mother admitted that the girls of the previous academy would melt, fall in love, and doting him. Within her mother didn't mind, but she was a jealous woman.

Izuku was Mother's and hers alone.

Izuku's arms were spread unresistingly, awaiting the orders of his new master.

Aizawa was still in thought as much as she wants him for herself, she knew that this wasn't going to be an easy task. Although being the Aizawa-sama was important, it still didn't hurt to have liaisons or assistants in the process of making Izuku the man Aizawa will mold him to be.

"Such a good boy," said Aizawa teasingly as she patted him on his chest. "You are making your master very proud."

"Thank you, Aizawa-sama!"

"So obedient! Though I wish I can have some disobedience in there. I love me some punishment." Aizawa grabbed her titties. Titties that have been compared to great melons. Melons that were already hard to escape from her business suit. She saw the wet marks of her milk releasing from the utters she could her breasts. The sweet milky liquid that was only fitted for the finest.

No one was worthy of drinking from her titties.

"Come to me, little one," instructed Aizawa-sensei. Izuku crawled from the desk to position himself onto her lap. Her lap was very soft to the touch. Izuku became easily stimulated by the softness of a woman.

Aizawa unbuttoned her brassiere, exposing her cow-like titties. "Drink up, little one. You will need your strength." Izuku obeyed and immediately took an easy liking to Aizawa-sama's breast. Cradling to it as a child does to a mother, Izuku buried his face. Aizawa smiled as she was happy to have such a obedient servant.

I believe that he is going to work out just fine.

Later that evening….

A servant was there to carry Izuku's suitcases. The white-haired servant remained attentive as she followed orders from Aizawa. Aizawa pressed the elevator button that led her to her apartment. She pressed the button to the top floor.

"Due to the special circumstances, Midoriya," said Aizawa formallly. "You are required to stay with me for the time being or unless special accommodations can be made on living arrangements."

"Yes, ma'am." Izuku held both hands together as he was approaching his new world.

The sound of the bell pang to the top floor. The servant left first. Izuku was amazed by the red, grandiose carpeting and carpentry. He concluded that foreigners were responsible for this kind of architecture.

"Let's go, little one," said Aizawa.

Izuku followed suit as he followed his new master to her apartment.

Aizawa pulled out the keys to the apartment. When he entered, his mouth became agape at the sight of her apartment. He stood in the living room where it had custom-made furniture. The couch appeared antique but could tell it was hardly used. The television was wide as one of his walls in his bedroom. In the center of the living room was a kotatsu. Looking at its design, he knew that it too was imported. He ventured further when he saw that the couple had a huge entertainment center surrounding the television. He thought that they must have the latest in stereo equipment. He saw on the shelves the abundance of DVDs. His mouth wanted to water on that sight.

Aizawa put the keys on the table next to the door. She pointed to the servant where to leave his bags.

"This will be your home, for the time being, Izuku," said Aizawa.

"My home," asked Izuku nervously.

Aizawa-sama snapped at the servant, cueing her to dismiss from the scene. "Certainly, darling." She pouted. "Or unless you don't want to live with little old me?"

"No! No! I have no problem with that! I am amazed," said Izuku before bowing. "I am grateful to you, Aizawa-sama!"

Aizawa extended her hand, slowly caressing his cheeks. "You're part of me! You are mine, Izuku!" This was the best way to describe her feelings. As she reminded herself, it was a privilege to serve under her and wasn't an insult in any way, shape, or form. "Now, let's go to my quarters and prepare for a bath, shall we?"

Izuku nodded as he felt Aizawa grabbing his hand as they went to the bathroom.

To be continued….

I hope you guys enjoy this story. This story is the story inspired by my short story 'Emerald Hill' from "The Unscripted Humor of My Hero Academia." Based on the strength of this, this may become an entity. Maybe after I knock out some of these other stories and working on a special project with a well-known writer. Stay tuned!