"Hey, Midoriya. If you're sick, don't push yourself." Aizawa asked in a worrying tone.
"Shall I escort you to the infirmary?"
"We'll come too!"
Even Thirteen and the Wild Pussycats fussed over him.
But time marched on mercilessly. Before he knew it, it was 10:50 PM. Once everyone was asleep, he slipped out of the boys' dorm.
He had to hear what Uraraka wanted to say—but in his current state, even that felt dangerous. He hesitated. Maybe if he got caught by a teacher on patrol, he'd have an excuse not to go.
'She'd understand, right?'
But fate wasn't so kind. No obstacles stood in his way as he reached the storage shed.
"You came... Thank you, Deku-kun."
"..."
The heavy door creaked open, revealing a meticulously cleaned room where Uraraka stood alone. Closing the door behind him, Izuku stepped inside, moving closer to her.
"I… thought I'd keep these feelings locked away forever."
"..."
"But then I realized… I couldn't do that."
"That's—!?"
"You're worried about that email, aren't you?"
"The email…!? You mean you can even do that…!?"
In Deku's case, the brainwashing had been triggered by a phone call or direct contact, but he guessed the others had been affected through emails.
Yet, without knowing the full extent of the Quirk or how to break its influence, there was nothing he could do.
"Then you don't need to worry."
"Because… I've liked you long before that email ever came."
"...Huh?"
"At first, I thought I had to keep these feelings hidden… but the thought of someone else taking you first made me want to speak up."
Step by step, Uraraka closed the distance between them as she spoke. 'Before the email…? Then that means… her feelings for me are real?' Midoriya thought.
"B-But what if that's just—"
"I won't let you deny this, Deku-kun."
Click.
Before he knew it, she had moved back to the entrance, locking the door with a decisive clank—like a death sentence.
"U-Uraraka-san?"
"So, Deku-kun… Before anyone else can take you… I'll have you first!!"
"Urara—mmph!?"
"Mmm… chu~… Sluurp…"
'Was this an application of Gunhead Martial Arts?' Not that he had time to think—Ochaco closed the gap in an instant, pushing him down onto the mat.
Her cherry-blossom lips crushed against his, a ravenous kiss that left no room for resistance.
He tried to push back, but his body refused to obey. Even without a Quirk, his trained physique should have overpowered hers easily—yet he couldn't move.
"Nn… chuu… Slurp… Mwah!!"
Minutes passed before she finally pulled away, breathless, a satisfied glint in her eyes.
"Hey, Deku-kun… I want to hear your answer~!!"
"..."
"I get it… This must be overwhelming, huh…?"
"N-No, it's not that!"
"Then… tell me…?"
Unable to resist her pleading gaze, Izuku swallowed hard.
This wasn't how he imagined it. There should've been a better moment, a more romantic setting. But faced with Uraraka's flushed cheeks and expectant eyes, he couldn't hold back anymore.
"I… I like you too, Uraraka-san."
"I'm so glad. We really… feel the same way~!!"
She reached out, pulling him into a tight embrace. Despite her boldness, her heart pounded violently against his chest—proof of how nervous she really was.
And it wasn't just her heartbeat he noticed. The soft press of her voluptuous body, the plush warmth of her breasts—every sensation burned into him, impossible to ignore.
"Deku-kun… Will you take my first time?"
"…Yeah."
"You've… already had yours, right?"
"N-No, I haven't! I swear on All Might!"
"…Pfft—ahahaha! Well, if it's on All Might, I definitely believe you!"
'Sorry, All Might… I kinda used your name for something weird.' Midoriya thought…
"T-Tight…"
"Nngh… Ahhh!!"
"Are you okay, Uraraka-san?"
"I-I'm… f-fine…"
"About a third of it's in now…"
"A-A third!?"
Ochaco Uraraka's tight pussy had already been dripping wet even before they started, making his clumsy foreplay unnecessary.
For some reason, she had brought a condom, and after rolling it onto his length, he slowly pushed his cock forward in missionary position—only to meet resistance halfway in.
'This must be her hymen,' he realized.
"If it hurts too much, tell me, okay? Here I go…"
"W-Wai—!"
Though a sliver of concern for her remained, Izuku couldn't fight his own lust any longer. With a pop, he broke through, forcing a gasp from Uraraka as if the air had been punched from her lungs.
Her hips trembled violently, her legs stiffening beneath him. The flesh around her womb visibly shifted, molding around the intruding shape.
"It's all the way in now."
"… Hnng…"
Whether it was a reply or just a moan, he couldn't tell—but her pussy continued to leak transparent fluid in little spurts.
"…Can I move now?"
"Hn!? W-Wai— …Y-Yes…"
"Thanks."
"N-Not yet— Nnnnghhhh!"
Taking her yes as permission, Izuku began rocking his hips back and forth, the lewd squelch of their joining flesh filling the air. Judging by the way she gasped and writhed beneath him, Uraraka was definitely enjoying herself too.
He'd heard some women could be traumatized by their first time due to the pain, but the blissful look on Ochaco's face erased that worry entirely.
"O-Ohhh! Deku-kun! H-Harder!"
"Your pussy feels amazing, Uraraka-san."
"C-Call me… Ochaco… Nnngh!"
"Ochaco."
"!! Nnnn—! I-I'm… cumming!"
In the quiet of the night, the warehouse echoed with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Dry, rhythmic impacts soon mixed with wet, sticky noises, stoking their lust endlessly.
"I'm gonna cum, Ochaco."
"Inside— Nnnn! O-Oh… I'm—"
Splurt!! Splurt!! Spurtt!!!
As he erupted, her walls clenched around him, greedily swallowing every drop of his semen. With each pulse and plop, her juices sprayed out in little bursts, her thighs trembling violently, emphasizing the lewdness of the moment.
Uraraka could feel his cum splashing against her womb—separated only by the thin barrier of the condom.
"Hahh… hahh… …Nnngh!"
Pinching the base of the condom, Izuku slowly pulled out, revealing the swollen, cum-filled rubber as it slipped free from her well-used pussy. Her gaping hole twitched open and closed, desperately trying to recover from the aftershocks of pleasure.
'Th-That was… amazing… So good~!!!'
"Alright, let's go for round two."
"…Huh?"
Deku smiled, already reaching for another condom. Sure, she'd brought an entire box—but she'd assumed they'd use maybe one at most.
"…Oh no~!!"
Despite having just finished, his cock was already rock-hard again, straining against the condom she'd thought was the largest size available. It looked ready to burst at any second.
'I-I'm done for…'
That was the last coherent thought Uraraka remembered.
From then on, she spent the entire night—right until dawn—taking Deku's massive, thick cock in every way possible. She'd tried riding him a few times, but within minutes, he'd flip her over and plunge back inside, fucking her relentlessly.
Even after making him cum with her mouth or tits, his stamina never wavered. 'Is this what they call 'insatiable'?' She thought.
Thanks to the teachers' cooperation, no one heard her screams—not that it mattered anymore. They tangled together like animals, her consciousness flickering in and out from sheer pleasure.
Finally, their marathon came to an end—not because Deku was tired, but because…
"We're out of condoms…"
They'd gone through the entire box.
By then, after so many rounds, Izuku had regained just enough rationality to remember raw sex was off-limits. His cock clearly wasn't satisfied, but thankfully, his self-control won out.
In that moment, Ochaco realized one thing: 'There's no way I can handle him alone.'
Afterward, they washed off the cum and other fluids in a nearby river before returning to the dorm, exhausted but happy.
The teachers had promised to clean up the warehouse, but a new problem had emerged—'I couldn't keep up with him.'
For the rest of the day, Uraraka could barely stand, her legs completely useless.
Meanwhile, Deku—as if refreshed—threw himself into training with even more vigor than usual.
'After all that… how!?'
"Everyone… emergency girls' meeting. Tonight."
They needed a solution—fast.
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