Hello, readers! Welcome to another chapter of 'Vixen of the Weekend.' In this chapter, Itsuka visits Reiko's house in order to investigate Kayama-sensei and her relationship with Izuku. What would she discover? Stay tuned and find out as you read 'Vixen of the Weekend.' Enjoy!

Itsuka was the first to rise on that Sunday morning. The sun peeked through the blinds, shining brightly onto her flushed cheeks. She rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes; if she could call waking up every two to three hours, sleeping. She didn't get much of it as her mind was consumed with her best friend. In the moments she was awake, she silently masturbated through her shorts. She ground harshly, using her blanket to muffle her moans from the sleeping Izuku. His breath aided her in her climaxing every time, tightening her panties onto her pussy lips, embedding it as she wanted to expel the clothing and give herself to him. She gave him a kiss each time she climaxed, shivering her body onto his warmth. She was fortunate that her gullible, naive best friend was a hard sleeper.

She didn't take those words naive and gullible simply. The thought of Kayama-sensei perpetuating a thought of consummating a relationship was nerve-wracking to the tomboy. In the moments she didn't masturbate, she was formulating a plan to see if Reiko was telling the truth. She just hoped that the mysterious emo was wrong.

She carefully climbed over Izuku from the bed. Nimble as she can be without disturbing the sleeping emerald-haired child, she landed on the floor like a small kitten. Wanting to be skittish, she hurried out of the room. Closing the door gently before her sleeping prince. She took deep breaths, wishing she had a minute more with him.

The hallway was quiet, which suited her. It was Sunday and hence the Midoriyas being a secular family, going to church wasn't on the subject. It gave her about an hour before the mother-and-son stirred for breakfast. It gave her some time to go to the guest room and put on some clothes before making her way to Reiko's house to commence her plan.

The plan was called Operation Cinnamon Roll.

Operation Cinnamon Roll was a go before even getting in contact with the mystery girl. She only needed Reiko house as a base of operation. Everything else can be understood by her own guidance. She just needed to know the information and the dynamics of this Nemuri Kayama. Using her worthless ninja skills and her skittish abilities, she left her room and went for the stairs. By the time she had arrived in the living room, she was at the front door and on the phone with Reiko.

"Hello," asked the sleeping Reiko.

Itsuka was apologetic of her mild rudeness of calling her classmate this early in the morning. But, with the rich, valuable information Reiko provided her, in her mind, it was now Reiko's responsibility to assist her in this mission.

"Sorry to wake you this early, Rei. This is Itsuka."

"Oh, oh! Hey, Itsuka. What's going on?" She noticed the pitch rose in Reiko's voice. Itsuka was now an exception to the rule of early wake-up calls.

She excused Reiko for a moment as she put her earpiece on. She connected to Bluetooth so she can have a hands-free conversation with her informant. She was heading to the carport to get her bike.

"Sorry to bother you, but this is about Izuku and Kayama-sensei."

"Yeah, yeah, certainly. I have no problem in helping you with whatever I can."

"I am thankful, Reiko! Are you at home?"

"Where else would I be on a Sunday morning?"

"Just checking. I am on my way to your house as we speak. Do me a favor before I make my way there."

"Anything, Kendou. Ask away."

"See if there is any possible access to getting into Kayama-sensei's house." She was about a block away from the Midoriya household. She kept her concentration on the road. She was grateful of her athletic skills for this five-mile ride to their teacher's residence as it would have been murder to her legs. She continued to think of what she wanted to say to Reiko. "Also, I want to see if she is still home."

"Yeah," she said. "I can give you that answer immediately. Her car is the driveway. She has been home for the rest of the night. As for the other thing, I see what I can think of when you get here."

"Thanks, Rei. You are the best!" Itsuka hung up the phone and used all of her concentration to get Reiko's house. It won't be long until Izuku was awake. It gave her about two hours before he and their mother were to arrive at Kayama-sensei's. Even as those thoughts were bombarding her mind. I hope that Reiko is lying. I can't imagine some cougar planting her dirty paws on my Izuku. He is pure and doesn't deserve just anyone. I wish, I just wish I would have confessed my feelings sooner than I should have. It would have been last night. But, I was stunned, afraid. How can you tell your best friend that you are saving your virginity for him? How can you tell someone that is like your brother that this tomboy doesn't discuss boys because you are the only one for me? Making fun of him? Forcing him to participate in these games? Anything to keep his face around you? I...I love him! I love you, Izuku Midoriya!

She wiped the tears from her eyes, telling herself to "woman up," as she had about a couple of miles to her destination.

Itsuka often thought of her junior high days with Izuku. How they met. How they became friends. What avenues challenged the pair when they became comfortable enough to masturbate together? They were aware that what they were doing wasn't normal. Yet again, what was normal to the pair. Admittedly, Itsuka encouraged it but Izuku didn't deny it. Both were happy to find a friend in each other.

Green Day would normally be playing in the background. Izuku's mother wouldn't be home for another few hours. She would spend the day running errands with Katsuki's mother. So, known for her love of couponing and gossiping over mothers with tea, Itsuka knew that they had the whole afternoon ahead of them.

Itsuka's back was to Izuku's. Neither would look at each other. How could they? Young, hormonally challenged adolescents masturbating over thoughts they have seen from the internet or by the magazine. Bible Black or something like it would be on the television. Another ero-anime she borrowed from Reiko's cousin. She had wanted to watch it whenever Izuku's mother left for the day.

Izuku wasn't facing the television, using the sounds as an aid as he was holding onto the Aki Sora manga book as his source of relief.

The redhead's spats were tightening against her moist pussy. She bit her lip, spreading her pussy lips through the black spats. Licking her fingers, she returned back to her cavern. She was already on her third orgasm of the day. They were dry, which she preferred. Less mess and less hassle, especially for Izuku. Meanwhile, Izuku had his napkins on standby. He was the type who would use the hole in his boxer shorts. With the book in one hand and the other with the napkin on his dick, he was currently indisposed at the moment. Like Itsuka, it didn't take much for him to climax. He, too, was already on his fourth orgasm.

"Are you okay, Izzy," asked Itsuka in a chasten breath. Amazing how she could worry about her best friend as she, too, harkened the heavens with her lovely moans.

"Alright, Suka," he managed to say before climaxing. He grunted. Each grunt was his release of wasted seed, only to be collected by the napkin. Itsuka was envious because she wished to be that napkin. She would capture each sperm each and every time.

"Thanks for asking," said Izuku. Itsuka was on the verge of climaxing. She used both hands as she was imagining being stimulated by a futanari. Izuku gripped her arms. He didn't look at her. She was appreciative because he knew when she was on the verge of the "big one," she couldn't contain herself.

She covered her mouth to cover her moan. She tended to whimper like a puppy. She kicked her legs, moving back and forth. The surge, the tingling sensation, the shivers.

And then, the release.

She sucked in the breath as she had another dry orgasm. She tilted her head back to Izuku's shoulders. His tender fingertips and her soft skin complimented each other. Once Izuku felt her big one was done, she let go.

"Th...th...thanks," she told him appreciatively.

"Don't mention it," he managed to say, face beet red.

"Izuku?"

Izuku wouldn't answer. He would kiss her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

They would have broken the kiss, leaving the bridge of saliva between the pair.

Izuku would get up and head to the bathroom first. Itsuka stayed behind. She would lie where he sat, inhaling his scent. Also, inhaling the napkins he had left behind.

"Izuku! Izuku! My loving, sweet Izuku!"

She stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the truck to cross the road before she made her trek.

Woman up, damn it! Why did I just address my feelings to you when I had the chance? Idiot! Idoit! Itsuka, you baka!

Their self-gratifying encounters between friends continued until the end of their eighth-grade year.

"We're putting a stop to this?!"

"Yeah, you nerd! Do you think we will continue doing this? What if we get caught?"

"If you are okay with it, Itsuka, then I am fine!"

"You better be, Izuku! Don't want folks to think we are perverts."

"Did you tell people? I wouldn't tell if you weren't."

"No, but you never know who could be listening or watching."

"True but for all it was worth, it was fun doing it with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"The same with you!"

She lightly sniffed. She put her thoughts of yesteryear in the backburner. I will get to the bottom of this. I must find it. I hope to God that sensei isn't doing this to Izuku. My Izuku!

Checking her cell phone, it was a quarter after nine in the morning when arriving at Reiko's neighborhood. Itsuka wasn't as familiar with the neighborhood like Izuku. She had visited her house once for a birthday. However, she wasn't paying attention. Izuku's mother dropped them off and her music on her phone served as a distraction. Seeing the alikeness of the houses, she hoped that her plan suited for what she had thought. Thankfully, she had a photogenic memory of Reiko's address of the street.

It wasn't long until Itsuka made it to the driveway of Reiko's house.

Reiko was standing at her door, still wearing her purple silk pajamas. Itsuka parked her bike on the side of the house. She hugged Reiko as she stepped inside of the residence.

"Thanks for having me," said Itsuka as she bowed to her classmate and friend.

"Not a problem," said Reiko while rubbing her hair which exposed her eye for a moment. Itsuka was still surprised that the mysterious emo girl sported a color other than black outside of school.

She told Itsuka to have a seat on the couch. She was in the middle of making breakfast. She could tell as she smelled scrambled eggs and sausage from the outside.

"Do you want any breakfast," asked Reiko. "I have plenty of it!"

"No, thanks," said Itsuka nicely for this wasn't a social call. Her objective was to know how to get access to Kayama-sensei's house. Time was of the essence before Izuku's arrival. Until then, she wanted to be calculated as possible.

She watched as grey-haired girl completed breakfast. She made four plates. She carried both plates and presumably went to give it to her parents. She returned to the kitchen and carried a set of plates to the living room. Reiko put a plate in front of Itsuka. "

Just in case if you are hungry," she told the redhead.

Reiko sat at the end of the couch and began to eat her breakfast. Itsuka smelled the deliciousness of the food. Knowing she didn't have any grub yet, she went and took a bite.

Reiko smiled. "Told you that you would get hungry." She took a mouthful of her toast with jelly. "Anyway, I am happy that you had a thoughtful consideration of this Kayama-sensei-Izuku situation. I have chosen the right hombre."

Itsuka swallowed the scrambled eggs before answering the question. "Thankful that you contacted me."

"None necessary! It just worried me about how chummy she was with Izuku." She took a sip of her orange juice before resuming. "Granted she is the vixen of UA High and they would call her Pro Hero 18+ for anything. Still, let's keep it that way when it comes to us, teenagers."

"It doesn't feel right to think that an older woman would take advantage of a teen like that."

"Exactly! No adult should take advantage of a teenager. Especially if it is Kayama-sensei."

"Here, here," said Itsuka.

She turned her head to the patio. She saw another house that looked similar to this. She pointed her finger to the house in question. "Is that her house?"

"Hmm, hmm," confirmed Reiko with her mouthful of sausage. "That is her house."

"Earlier, I have mentioned to you about accessing her house. Is that a possibility?"

"Depends."

"On my way here, I see that these houses are the same. Don't you suspect a layout to be the same?"

"Hmm? I never have taken an Architecture class, but maybe?"

"I want to be positive," she said as she wiped her mouth with her shirt. "I need to step outside and examine. Is it possible without being seen?"

"Sure," said Reiko. "Normally, sensei will be in the kitchen making breakfast. However, on some Sundays, she would go to the farmers' market."

"I thought she was at home. You even said her car was there."

"I did say that. But some days she goes to the farmers' market. A few minutes ago, I saw her leave on her bike. The farmers' market is about a few blocks away." Reiko looked at the clock on the cable box. "If we hurry, we can examine her backyard and investigate."

Itsuka stood, wiping off the crumbs from her shirt. "Let's. Oh, by the way, your food was delicious."

"Thanks! Happy to serve you."

The girls put their plates in the dishwasher. Reiko, first, got her dog from the backyard to enter the house. Then, she and Itsuka were in the backyard. The redhead saw that Kayama-sensei had a pool. Unlike Reiko's above-ground pool, her pool was in-ground. "So, Izuku is telling the truth about the pool."

"Yeah, I saw him a couple of times cleaning the pool. He is a hardworking kid. Envious of any girl who wants him in her palms."

"Let's not worry about that, Reiko," replied Itsuka with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry, Itsuka," said Reiko. "Anyway, I think I see something."

She led Itsuka to the gate. From their position, they see a grapevine fence. It was tall and looked sturdy. The fence led to a window.

"I need to see if I can open that window," said Itsuka. Her hands were gripped on the fence. She turned to Reiko. "Help me. I need a boost."

"Is that not wise," questioned Reiko. "What if we get caught."

"We won't if hurry up," retorted Itsuka. "Now give me a boost. I will see myself."

Reiko helped Itsuka over the fence. The redhead hurriedly ran to the vine fence. She placed her hand, confirming its' sturdiness. "Excellent," she said aloud. "Now, we have to see if there is access to the window."

Itsuka gave herself pleasant thoughts as she ascended the fence. She prayed that it would neither fall or she got caught in the act. "Keep watch for me if she shows up."

"Okay," said Reiko.

Itsuka continued climbing, feeling the intensity from her hands and her feet. She finally made it to the top where she saw the window. For assurance, she had a Trump card. In her back pocket, she had a screwdriver. She had it on occasions where she used to fix her roller skates or sneak into someone's house if they owed her money. She put the screwdriver towards the opening. After a few moments, she successfully got the window to open.

She pushed the window wide enough so she can have room to enter. She put all of her muscle into entering the room and within moments, she was inside. She pulled the blinds to see Reiko standing at the gate. She gave her a smile and a thumbs up. "I made it, Rei!"

Reiko gave her a brief, momentarily smile until it faded away. Itsuka witnessed it and knew that the person in question is around the corner. Reiko ran from the scene and into the house. She closed the window and reached into the nearest closet. She pulled her cell phone and put it on vibrate. She was taking precaution for she is hiding in Kayama-sensei's closet.

She took slow breaths, trying her hardest not to panic. She heard the sound of the door opening then closing. She heard Kayama-sensei humming loudly from downstairs. Suddenly, she heard creaks coming toward the stairs.

"Oh, my God," she said quietly.

She covered her mouth when hearing the presence around the door of the room she was hiding. She was shaking, rattled. She was praying that she wouldn't open the door. She was hoping that she didn't walk further. The steps got closer.

"That's weird. I don't remember leaving my blinds like that."

She heard Kayama-sensei straighten out the blinds Itsuka forgot straightening out earlier. She heard her make a few more paces. She looked at the crack of the closet door. She saw the shadows hovering over the door. Her eyes widened when she saw the knob began to turn.

"Please, God."

"Please, God."

The knob was slowly turning.

"Please, God."

Itsuka bit her lip as the door was beginning to pull open.

To be continued….