Chapter 13 - I Think I'd Better Stay Here On My Own

"Thank you for meeting me," Eraserhead said, sitting at his desk and looking up at Ochaco, who felt unbelievably weird standing once more in a classroom at U.A. and looking at her old homeroom teacher once more. She felt like a teenager again as he looked at her with those sleepy, dead eyes, not even staring but absolutely making her feel like it was. "I want to talk to you about work."

"Of course," Ochaco said. She kept a good smile on. She wasn't used to being called all the way to a school for stuff; it a weird twist that left her wondering exactly what she was supposed to make of it. "But you didn't want to talk over the phone about it?"

"It's about Eri," Eraserhead said, and immediately, it clicked for Ochaco, who nodded in quick understanding. Of course he told her to come here and didn't explain why. He was paranoid about his adoptive daughter. Understandably paranoid about it, frankly; Ochaco knew why he was afraid of saying those sorts of things over the phone. Standing there and listening intently, she waited for him to elaborate. "She's doing well here, but it's time for her to begin an internship, and I want to make sure that she's looked after. I don't trust a lot of heroes right now and I trust even fewer agencies. But you? I know you'll look after her, and I know you understand the gravity of what I'm asking."

That was a lot of burden to put on her. Ochaco could only continue to nod. "I'd be honoured to handle Eri's internship. I'm so glad to hear that she's doing well at U.A. and coming along. Is there anything you want me to focus on?"

"Hand to hand. Make sure she gets lots of hand to hand, but keep her out of any real trouble. Grade her fairly, but make sure she leans."

"I can do all of that." Giving a polite bow, Ochaco was a little flustered, surprised by just how much pressure he was seeking to put on her, but it was responsibility she felt ready for. The pressure was intense, but in her mind, she was well equipped to handle it and to meet the challenge. "I promise, I will take special care of Eri, and teach her what she needs to know in the process. You can count on me." This was a lot to take, and Ochaco didn't fully know how to process it yet, but genuine pride came with this trust. It was her second time taking an intern, but even more pressing and exciting than the trust of taking on another was the trust of an overprotective father believing she was the one who would best take care of his daughter. That was a lot to take on, but Ochaco felt ready for it.

"Good. I'll file the paperwork for it. Let's keep this between us." Aizawa was insistent and firm, and Ochaco knew to go along with that, to accept that he had some very real reasons for wanting this to happen, and she was simply happy to go along now with all of it.

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Eri's very first day at the agency was a bright and early first-thing-in-the-morning kind of arrival, one with the girl all bright-eyed and excitable, happy to be on her internship and almost sort of surprised she'd even been allowed to go out and do this given her dad's overprotective nature. She showed up at the office and let herself in. "I'm early!" she called cheerfully, and immediately laid on the almost dizzying volume of pure excitement that carried her. The burning delight of the position she was in and of the opportunity before Eri was an intense one. This was an opportunity, and an opportunity she felt like she had to make the most of.

Ochaco let out a startled gasp at just how early an arrival Eri had. She stood by the desk with her face bright red and her hair messy. "Oh, you're here! It's nice to see you again, Eri, it's been a very long time." She spoke through the slight hitch and quiver of sparse breath; she was all clenched up and tense. "But I've heard you're doing very well at U.A. and I want to congratulate you for it. You're doing so well!" She gripped the edge of her chair and put on a big, overwhelming smile.

"Thank you, Uravity!"

"No, please, call me Ochaco. I don't want to treat this too formally." Her smile didn't need much accentuation or sweetening; the overwhelming adorability of Eri before her was a lot to take on in a very good way. She welcomed it, working with what came and trying to make the most of it. Gathering herself was still a struggle; Ochaco had not expected Eri here so quickly, and she was caught fully unprepared and shaky, trying her best now to contain herself and hold on through the panics and the confusions.

"Okay, Ochaco! It's nice to see you again too. But uh, are you okay?" She titled her head. "You look like you're out of breath." She was surprised by how ragged she looked.

"Yeah, I'm fine! I wasn't expecting you this soon, and I was busy with some stuff." Some stuff. Ochaco cleared her throat and tried her best to stabilize. "Don't worry about it. We should get moving on to patrols now! We have a lot of work to do." Ochaco tried to bury all of her concerns under the weirdness of what was absolutely accelerating to a degree she wasn't ready for. "Let's worry about this later." She nudged Eri out the door, and Eri went, not thinking much of it. Eri was excited by the idea of her first real patrol, and that was enough to push away everything about Ochaco's flustered state. Excitedly, the hero in training accompanied a real pro hero on patrol, and everything melted away in a fit of pure excitement as a result. She forgot all about her curiosity and carried on with her day.

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The thought did return before too long, but only because something was absolutely amiss about this, and given a solid week around the office and having her eyes open, the oddities began to add up in ways that she didn't know exactly how to handle. Eri's plan was to be incredibly attentive and take in everything she could about the day to day of a pro hero, like her internship was supposed to involve. She wanted to know how much went into the non-heroics parts of being a pro hero working for an agency, which meant she paid extra close attention to every last detail she could, taking it in and trying her best to learn as much as she could.

But conversely, that meant that she noticed everything weird happening. She noticed the way that Ochaco sometimes got a call and vanished into the back room of her office for an hour at a time, insisting that Eri work on stuff up front and not disturb her. Eri did her best to follow that order, but she was stuck listening to weird sounds coming from the back office, never sure what the noises were but always remaining up front and trying to ignore them, doing organizational work or handling class reports for herself while Ochaco did something back there. It was all the stranger given that almost never was there actually anyone in the back, to her knowledge.

Even weirder was that it happened at night.

With a cot set up in one of the rooms in the office, Eri sometimes stayed the night, and when she did, Ochaco slept in her inner office, and the sounds were even bolder. She fought to sleep trough the sounds, not sure what they were or why they were happening but doing her best to put on a strong face and not think too much about it.

Sometimes, in the middle of the day, Ochaco would get a text message and tell Eri hastily that their day was up early and hastily send her back. It was never with any warning to it, and some days they did no actual heroism, with whatever had come up in her phone clearly beign more important. Was it? Eri would have thought so if it only happened once, but it cut short three days of her first week, with one message coming in the middle of lunch. But at no point in receiving the messages did Ochaco seem distressed or worried; she just silently ushered everything away and went off to do something. What? It was getting weirder every time it happened, and she wanted to do something to make some sort of sense of it, but still she said nothing.

Was it wrong to? Maybe. This was her internship, and Eri only had so long to keep learning from Ochaco, but t the same time, it couldn't have been herp lace. If it was something Eri needed to know, surely Ochaco would have said something to her by now about it. So she kept quiet and she kept observe ring, and she mostly just tried to keep learning every moment she could, because when Ochaco was present and able to teach her, Eri was learning so much.

One day, not only did Ochaco receive a text, but two more pro heroes who Eri recognized from the class that saved her popped up. Pink and Earphone Jack both rushed into the back with Ochaco, who tossed Eri some money to get herself lunch somewhere. Eri left, and when she came back, there was a lot of thumping going on in the back, noises that Eri still didn't know what to make of, and she sat awkwardly, looking at the clock. It was a total of two hours before the door opened and Pink and Earphone Jack emerged from the room, both girls looking just as dishevelled and messy as Ochaco had when Eri first arrived on day one. The girls stumbled out of the room, giving soft, airy goodbyes to Eri and leaving without much response.

That was the moment Eri felt like she absolutely had to find out what was going on here. Ochaco acting strange? Sure, that was Ochaco maybe. But no, something was weird, and Eri was going to get to the bottom of it.

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It was tough for Eri to find a way in to figuring out what was going on in the office. As much as something was very clearly amiss, Ochaco kept dodging any opportunity for Eri to actually ask about any of it; she was in a weird situation here, one built on the shaky foundation of not knowing what to even ask or how to express her concerns to Ochaco. She just kept going about their business and waited for some sort of opportunity to finally spring the question on her mentor. she needed some sort of a way to figure this out, and she found her opportunity on another late night and another trip on the cot. Eri lay in bed waiting for the right opportunity; whatever Ochaco was doing, she'd surely do it tonight, and whatever noises happened would be the clue she needed to get to the bottom of all this.

Lying around and waiting until she was believably probably asleep, Eri rose up. The noises hadn't begun yet, but she wanted to peer in and see if she could gleam the beginning of whatever was happening. She made her way toward the door with her eyes wide and her mind open, ready to get to the bottom of what was happening at any cost. She peered about the office, moving carefully and quietly toward the door to Ochaco's private back room, the room she was set up to sleep in on long nights. It was a bedroom away from home, according to Ochaco, and Eri wanted to see what she was doing.

When she got there, she heard talking. Muffled, unintelligible talking, but it was the first indication at last of something going on and something she wanted to get to the bottom of. Curiously she lingered back, waiting it out and listening intently for whatever was happening and whatever she was supposed to take from this, but it wasn't so easy. It was too quiet for her to hear, even as she got her ear to the door, but she noticed that the knob wasn't locked as she prodded at it. She turned it and gently pushed the door open just a crack, just enough to hear what was going on and to keep into the smallest slice of what the room granted her.

That was enough to find a lot. Pro hero Grape Rush sat on top of the bed and Ochaco's head was visibly lower, Eri's mentor for her internship down on her knees in front of him. That was a weird position to find them in, one that made Eri clench up in surprise and worry.

"It sucks that you have to spend some nights in the office," Grape Rush lamented. "I could never take interns and risk nights away from home."

"It's okay, because you're here, so home has come to me," Ochaco responded. "Eri is a sweet girl, I'm glad I'm able to tutor her like this, so I'm making it through okay, but it's so hard not coming home. So hard being without..." She whined, visibly shaking all over. The sound of rustling spandex rubbing together sounded out. "Your visits help keep me sane, but it's not enough some days. I really miss being home, and when the internship is over, I want a whole weekend with you."

"An entire weekend? So greedy. But I miss you. I miss you so much, so yeah, let's fuck like rabbits for a weekend!" Mineta was unapologetic and tightly engaged. "Let's fuck like rabbits now!"

"Mm, we have to be quiet," Ochaco said, shaking her head. "Eri can't wake up to this. We've been good about sneaking around, and we have to stay good about it." She was insistent and sharp, looking up at him with tense eyes.

"Fine," Mineta groaned, wriggling where he sat, conceding to the pressure. "Fine, I'll be good. But I want a titfuck."

Eri was awestruck by the conversation she soaked in. Uravity and Grape Rush were a couple? She couldn't believe it. That didn't sound right at all, but she continued to peer in, listening and piecing together everything they said. The implication that he was the one who kept coming by was a surprise, and even more surprising was how Earphone Jack and Pinky had come by the other day too. They couldn't have, though, right? That was--people didn't really do that in a group. And if they were a couple...

Eri shook her head. She was sheltered thanks to an overprotective dad who made sure she was never troubled by anything again. But she'd been through sex ex with Midnight. For that matter, she'd also seen some stuff getting onto the internet that definitely took her innocence away. So now, staring forward, she was realizing what was happening, everything coming together. It didn't make a ton of sense to her, but she was captivated. This was the key to whatever the hell was going on, but she was able to piece it together and able to learn her way around what was going on and what Ochaco was hiding from her. It just happened to be abject insanity to witness.

More spandex noises followed, and absolutely nothing in the world could have prepared Eri for the very sudden swing upward of an engorged, oversized cock sticking up from between Grape Rush's legs. Were penises even that big? On such a small guy, that seemed insane, but she was captivated now, watching with wide eyes while clinging to the door to try and keep it pulled shut enough to keep her from getting caught, but also open enough to peer deeper. She wanted answers, fascinated and shaken. Ochaco pulled back and opened her own costume up, letting it slide down her body and peeling it back before bringing her tits around his cock.

"You love my tits the most, don't you?" Ochaco cooed. "You can admit it. Nobody else is here. You miss these big, fat tits around your cock, and that's why you keep coming over to keep me well fed." With a big, bright smile and an absolutely shameless excitement brewing inside of her, Ochaco played coy, winding up with a steady up and down built on the very simple idea that she just wanted to give in. Every motion of her body fed a shameless excitement, fed the dizzy thrills of someone ready to go all out. She was unafraid of these hopeless joy, working up and down his cock with a body ready to give in completely. This was her time, a senseless, shameless rush of satisfaction that built up inside of her and had absolutely zero chance to slow down.

Ochaco remained tightly collected and steady while working her breasts along Mineta's cock, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Craning her head down, she added to the commotion with her lips wrapping around the head of his oversized dick, taking advantage of just how much dick she wasn't even tending to. That was the great thing about Mineta, about the big dick she was able to savour so sloppily, head rising and falling amid the slurping chaos and wickedness of what she needed most. Everything she did was a burst of pure greed, a chance to come apart and savour her deepest fascinations. The hunger built, growing messier out of control.

All while Eri watched. Confused and captivated, she felt her hand stray, reaching down along her body, but not thinking anything of it even as she let it slip up her nightgown and down her panties. When she sank a pair of fingers into herself she finally realized what she was doing, almost gasping out noisily and getting caught. She held back, embarrassment rising and every churning sense of excitement leaving her fixated on what was happening and on the idea that what she needed was to keep watching at any cost. She finally understood what Ochaco was doing, and it captivated her enough to keep her engaged and enthralled, to keep her staring on in fascination.

"You're so good at this. Your tits are my favorite, but don't tell the others." Mineta was happy to confess, rocking back and forth while receiving the relentless passion and attention of getting praised and loved, the adorations coming on stronger and bringing him into deeper chaos and commotion. Was he being honest? Was he just trying to keep Ochaco getting him off hard? He was happy to let Ochaco think whatever got her to throw herself hardest t his cock, and as her voracious, sloppy attention doubled up thanks to the head she threw in, he had all the more reason to lie back and enjoy these sloppy attentions.

Desperate, reckless service was all Ochaco could think about in this state, every push forward coming messier and hotter, driven by pleasures and desires that kept her hungry, kept her craving more. She was powerless to resist her own lusts. She always had been. Hooked on Mineta and not sorry, she felt like she just had to keep it going, had to remain subservient and desperate under his touch, showing off with each push forward how perpetually needy she was. There was a simplicity to it, a raw, basic urgency that carried her forward, kept her messily seeking more and more of these feelings, and as she felt herself slide ever deeper in, she felt the reward for her trouble.

Having seen the strong and upstanding side of Ochaco for a week with few moments of anything to challenge it, Eri felt absolutely floored now watching Ochaco down on her knees, titfucking and slurping on Grape Rush's dick, completely lost to the sloppy chaos she wanted, showing off an excitable greed building even more dramatically with every bit of dirty talk. It made so little sense to Eri, but her fingers kept pumping into her needy hole; she watched enthralled, unable to look away, touching herself harder while the growing fascination inside of her felt like an arousal more stormy than any she'd known before. She was fixated on anything she could get now, watching in shameful silence and grinding away with the singular intention of getting off from all of it.

Pulling up briefly for air, Ochaco gasped, "I'm addicted to your cock!" with the utmost certainty in her neediness, diving back down and sucking him in once more, sloppily pushing for more and more of these wild indulgences, for the pleasures keeping her under and keeping her hopelessly committed. This was a mess, but a mess she felt fully confident in throwing herself into, diving in to slurp louder on his cock, to keep chasing the shameless spectacle of a pleasure coming on bolder and brasher and sloppier. Every slutty, frenzied impulse pushing Ochaco forward had her feeling good. Feeling better by the second. Mineta's cock between her lips and in her cleavage gave her what she needed, and she had only to keep pushing for that satisfaction, to keep indulging in wanton thrills that didn't leave her any time at all for rationality or sense. The unreasonable joys did their work and all she had to do as slide along accepting all of it, sucking up the commotion and attention and desire for her own shameless sake.

"I know you are, and I'm addicted to your hot tits and mouth!" Mineta savoured every vulgar second of this worship, an adoration growing more dramatic and feverish by the second. The sight of Ochaco bobbing up and down along his cock, persistent and sloppy, was a treat to behold, one that kept him throbbing and needy, kept him aching with the senseless greed of someone struggling to keep himself contained. He wanted it all so badly, inching ever closer to the deep end and loving what it brought with it. He was so ready to blow, barely holding on now to himself while giving in to these dramatic, abrupt thrills. He was so ready to cum, groaning his way through barely containing himself. "I want to cum so bad, but I don't want this to stop!"

Eri had to let go of the door and clasp her free hand over her mouth to keep from making noise as she worked her fingers faster into her hopeless, dripping cunt. She was enthralled by these weird sensations. It was blatantly pornographic, shameless sex playing out before her eyes, and her fingers worked with desperate greed and glee to fall deeper into the moment, into the fascination of peeping in on them. Voyeuristic excitement left her aching, left her learning the hard way that some strange fascination awaited her, and she wanted to explore it deeper.

Faster Ochaco's head bobbed, faster she worked her tits along his cock, the speed and the chaos all pushing with dramatic intent and racing toward a finish both pro heroes were happy to give in to. There wasn't any hesitation or restraint in their indulgence, just the sweet groaning vigor of letting it take them, and the pleasure was what he needed. All he needed. "Fuck!" he groaned, his head rolling back and his cock erupting with shameless delight right down her throat. His hips jerked upward and he threw himself into the bucking, throbbing joy, into an excitement beyond sense. He was happy to give in to all of it, throwing himself into desire and delight, into a passion that didn't slow him down. Pleasure burned through his body.

At this point, chugging down Mineta's massive loads was just something Ochaco did. She didn't struggle at all while enduring this commotion, moaning around his hefty cock and adoring the dizzy spiral downward that carried her ever deeper onward. The throbbing chaos and pressure was just what she needed, every craving satisfied with the enduring heat and dizzy need of throwing herself into the deep end as hard as she could and finding that it was everything she needed. Unhesitating fire and pure devotion kept her trapped here, so shameless, so ready, so happy to give in.

As she pulled back, Ochaco let out a hot gasp, fingers caressing along Mineta's thighs. "Can you fuck me now?' she asked with hazy, shaky delight.

"Maybe I should save this load for our guest."

Both heads turned toward the door, and Eri let out a panicked noise, falling forward in her shame and her embarrassment as she looked at the two of them. A terrified, "Sorry," squeaked out while she struggled through all the strangeness and surprise, not sure what she had just done or how she was supposed to handle it, but she looked with burning shame at them. Her hand was still buried up her skirt though and she wasn't able to sell any of her apology with any intent or confidence, not knowing how sorry she really was.

Ochaco was nothing but patient as she moved her way over to Eri and helped her up. "It's okay," she said softly, standing supportively over her, her tits out and drool dripping down her chin. "You were bound to find out about us eventually with how much we've been running around. But now that you've found us, how would you like to try? I can help you learn. Have you ever had sex before?"

"No, I haven't," Eri said, the nervousness catching her and a sense of total shock washing over her as she looked back toward his cock, full of tensions and surprises and an unresolvable sense of delirium. She kept looking back and forth between the woman teaching her and the man sitting on the bed with his huge dick still rock hard. A lot of weird emotions came from this, emotions built on the ways she had promised to herself that she'd never let fear hold her back after what she survived. Nervous as she was, Eri trusted Ochaco and she trusted the aching heat between her legs that felt like it demanded she give in to the strangeness and the spectacle. "I-I'll do it."

Ochaco let out an excited noise. Mineta's cock throbbed. "You're going to love this," Ochaco said, happily taking Eri by the hand and leading her closer to the bed. "I know he's big, but he can be gentle, so you just have to lie back and trust him, okay?"

"I trust you, Grape Rush," Eri said, forcing a bigger smile than she naturally would have put on. She had to compensate for a lot in her demeanor, in the dizzy throb of her panic as she swallowed down her nerves and braced for this insanity to come. "If she trusts you, then I will."

"Please, call me Mineta," he said back, pulling off of the edge of the bed and shifting over to let Eri come up. He eyed the U.A. student hungrily. She'd grown up nicely, and he was out now to do something wicked and depraved.

Eri nodded. "Mineta."

Ochaco came up from behind and began to peel Eri's nightclothes off of her. "He's my boyfriend," she explained, coming up close. "And he really likes cute girls. You remember him, right?"

"Yeah." Eri looked at Mineta with flush cheeks. "He told me that he wanted to see me in ten years, and I...." She was taller than he was now, compared to when she met him so long ago. "It's nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you again too, especially like this!" Mineta couldn't hold back his perverted impulses while watching Ochaco pull away the clothes and expose her body. She couldn't hold onto this, the excitement growing and her cheeks flush. Modest breasts and long legs made her look like a treat to behold, especially contrasted against all of Ochaco's curves. It was a joy to behold, but he kept his distance, kept controlled and respectable.

Moving cooperatively to get out of the clothes, Eri felt like she was floating. "You're really big," she said, looking down between his legs again. It was impossible for her not to look. She felt captivated, enthralled by the strange passion and heat of what continued to build. "I hope it can fit. I've never been with a boy before. I've never even..." She whimpered, shifting nervously on the bed against Ochaco's hands. "I've never even kissed anyone."

"I'll take good care of you," Mineta said, reassuring her of what he was lining up. "And I'll give a kiss. You're in good hands."

"And I'll be right here to make sure you feel comfortable," Ochaco insisted. "Will that help?'

Nervous, shaky excitement came on stranger and hotter. "It will, thank you," said Eri, holding tight and preparing herself for the strangeness and excitement of a pleasure she was absolutely not ready for in the least. Ochaco's hands guided her to lie back on the bed and prepare herself. She was in a weird position now, an awkward teen virgin looking up at an older hero and embracing the utter insanity of what she was about to give in to, startled by the strangeness and the heat that hit her. Her legs parted, and she bared her virgin pussy to Mineta, trusting him fully thanks to the presence and attention of Ochaco beside her. "I'm ready to learn. Please, show me everything."

"Alright!" Mineta pushed forward, greedy and shameless in his approach, but he knew how to walk the line. He'd never been with a tender virgin before, never been with a younger girl, and this wasn't some shameless, horny romp like it would have been if he was still a teen too. He had to take it slow with her, especially given the sheer size of his cock, and as he rested it against her slit, he got into a good position for control more than performance. "Take a deep breath," he told her, and as she did, he began to push foreword. It was patient. It was careful. It was built on the tightly clenched certainty of someone trying his absolute best to contain what was building inside of him and to make the most of things he didn't fully understand how to handle.

With a shaky hiss and a whine, Eri tried to steady herself as best she could for the utter shock that followed, her body hopelessly unprepared for everything that began to build and ache inside of her. This was insanity, but she felt the chaos pull her into a sweet satisfaction. Her boldness and her passion was something hazy and built on the desire to not back down from anything. She felt stubborn and firm, the ferocious joys escalating within her and making her feel the depth of pure heat and a chaos she needed more of. His size was a lot; she felt the weight and vigor of his attention upon her now. "I can take it," she promised, biting her lip and wriggling through these determined thrills, through the stubborn passion of someone how knew she had to keep persevering.

The sensation of the thick cock pushing its way even shallowly into her was a lot for Eri to take, the pleasures building slowly and inducing something wild and strange, a chaotic and wicked heat that she could slowly sink into. There was so much to have to open up to here, so many weird thrills that she just had to accept. Mineta still took steady care with her, building up his pace slowly and accepting the slow burn of something that felt steady and firm. It was more important to take this with care and to treat Eri well than it was to just get his dick wet once and be done with it. This was important to him, and he took her with the sweetest care.

Ochaco's hands caressed Eri all over. Her cheeks, her shoulders, and even her breasts, little brushes of attention that helped make her a fitful and needy mess of excitement. As the pleasures continued to build so demandingly inside of her, everything felt like a steady march into insanity, into the passion she wanted more of. "It feels really good," Eri moaned, every ache and throb of sensation adding up to a more and more dramatic rush of desire. It was heated and strange, her every thought spinning through her and providing her with some semblance of relief to fall deeper into, and she felt like she was well on the path to giving up completely.

"You're doing so well," Ochaco purred. "See? It's not so bad, is it?" She cooed sweetly, caressing harder against the sweet, messy joys of the girl clinging to the sheets and to her. The pleasure kept climbing, everything inside of these delights growing more bold and dramatic. She was right there to indulge in it, to coax Eri in to the pleasures upon her, and she was a needy mess happy to give in to all of it.

"You're so strong," Mineta told her. Everything was so careful and so indulgent. His hips remained as steady and as patient as he could muster, every gesture forward rooted in a warming delight that kept building. "You're taking it just right. It'll feel even better." His hands calmly worked along her body, adoring her with a patience and a steadiness built on pure greed. He carried himself with the stability and the want of something he wanted to make the most of, restraint carrying him forward and keeping him in a patient state of pure want.

Moaning under the haze of pure surrender, it already felt amazing to Eri. She let him take his pace with this, trusting him and believing he was the one she needed to follow, but the pleasures were demanding, ferocious, coming on stranger and with less and less in the way of calm and restraint. There was little here that she could make sense of, little that she felt like she could make a lot of sense of, but she kept burning for this, kept craving more and more of these senseless passions. It was relentless, and she felt like an absolute mess of weirdness, consumed by the passion and the hunger of letting herself give in deeper. Mineta's cock was pushing ever deeper into her, making her want so badly to let this happen, and she didn't know if she could fully contain the possibilities burning through her now.

Mineta was a consummate gentleman about this. Sure, he was fucking a high schooler in the back room of his girlfriend's office, but he was absolutely taking it slow and careful, pushing through these pleasures with little in the way of mercy or restraint to it, working up to a gradually to a better pace, all while she twisted on the bed for him. He wanted more of this, loving what he could keep pushing for more of, loving the chance to indulge deeper. Confidence carried him forward, Mineta remaining certain of what he was doing and how the pleasures kept pushing her. Everything felt hotter and fiercer, the strange ecstasies that kept him inching ever closer to weirdness and excitement.

Everything building up in Eri felt hotter, weirder, her body struggling deeper into a need and a passion she wanted more of, the pleasures coming with less and less restraint to it. She felt happier to give in, felt the heat demand her absolute surrender into the pleasures she craved. There was no sense to this, no moment where restraint would step in. There was only greed, reckless and mad as it came. An orgasm fast approached, every dizzy ache inside of her calling out for Eri to give in to these demands and the sweet, tempestuous thrill of giving in. She couldn't help it, calling out loudly and clinging to Mineta as waves of pure heat washed over her, as the pleasure reached an unthinkable level of raw excitement. She didn't try to resist these jots, giving in to them all and allowing herself to slide into ruin. "M-Mineta!" she cried, body shuddering in pure joy.

The unbelievable tightness only intensified, and Mineta didn't hold back in the face of raw temptation. His hips stuttered and bucked, a burst of something finally expressing a bit of hazy struggle to control himself. There wasn't any time to think this through, just the reckless, wanton rush of need. "I'm cumming, Eri!" he gasped, throwing his head back and accepting the reckless thrills of what he needed. The pleasure was overwhelming and just perfect, a chance to give in with complete joy to what was happening. He filled her up, but quickly pulled back before he filled her up too much. Eri got filled and writhed in delight, but most of the load ended up going down Ochaco's throat as the brunette hastily moved to catch his dick in her mouth while it drew back, and he was happy to move much more hastily in to clean up.

Eri lay twitching and exhausted on the bed, legs shaking and a sense of total awe washing over her. It had been the most gentle that Mineta could have taken her, but she was still floored by the sheer weight of it all, left trembling and exhausted and powerless, baffled by these runaway emotions and all the pressures lingering still inside of her. She was captivated, needy, feeling ready form ore and wanting to be big and bold and brash, but she lay breathless and worn out, so tired and ragged that all she could do was lie there and keep taking it, staring aimlessly off, feeling exhaustion creep over her. It felt so nice, but she was tired and just had to concede to the warmth creeping over her body now, the exhausting truth of just how inexperienced she was.

"Good night, Eri," Mineta said, leaning over her and planting a kiss onto her lips. It was the last thing she remembered before drifting off.

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Once the cat was out of the bag, everything took on a very different tone. The second week of Eri's internship was an incredibly different, because rather than hiding everything from her, Mineta and Ochaco were far more open about what they were doing. Instead of pulling away and doing it behind locked doors, Ochaco instead made things into a teaching experience for Eri. The girls would go out on patrol, catch villains, and then when a text from Mineta came in, they ran back to the office to see him, and Ochaco coached her intern through learning to serve her boyfriend sexually. It was the perfect arrangement.

Down on her knees, Eri stared in fascination up at Mineta's cock. 'I took this inside of me?" she asked, awestruck by her ability to handle it as she beheld all this now, the strangeness coming hotter and more fascinating.

"You did," Ochaco cooed. "You did so well, Eri, and now you're going to learn how to suck him off. Are you ready?" Her hands caressed softly across her body, indulging in the deeper appreciation and relief of pushing her to give in. With every adoring touch, she helped smooth this over, helped make Eri feel better and more confident. With each push forward, she gently encouraged Eri forward, ready to work at her surrender and ready to guide her deeper into this. It was a pleasure she craved. "Just take it at your own pace."

"I'm ready!" Eri said. She wanted to prove she could, wanted to impress Ochaco. "I'm here to learn, and this is learning." Her hands grasped Mineta's cock and her mouth pushed forward. She was curious and uncertain about this, starting to lick and kiss and caress against the dick, taking her time with the patient gestures and adorations sweeping very patiently forward. Licks and uncertain, curious gestures started up slowly, the attention and the pleasure of something she wanted to take her time with. This was a lot to embrace, but she felt confident with it, letting her tongue adore him. It was sow and careful, steady patience inducing the pleasures and the wants of something she craved more of.

"So good," Mineta groaned, his head reclining back but his eyes remaining on Eri as the nervous intern learned to suck his cock, tending to him with steady attention and caressing adoration, building up slowly to the fire and the heat that she wanted. "You're doing so well, Eri. Keep going." he remained patient and calm with her, reassuring her of every step she took and urging her to indulge as much as she wanted. There was no reason to get too crazy yet, holding on to the weirdness and the spectacle of a pleasure that left him absolutely shameless.

But Eri was getting into it too. With every lick along his cock, she felt better, felt the growing need take her deeper. Her confidence was growing, and with each push she felt like she was getting more capable and more certain, able to better plan around these strange pleasures and all the ways she had to deal with this mess. It was a lot, and there was so much cock to handle, btu with each gesture forward, it was easier and steadier, something that Eri was more certain of. As he throbbed and twitched against her touch, she realized just how capable she truly was of getting him off, how well she could satisfy him. The escalation of the moment played deeper into her hands, and Eri wanted to keep emphasizing her adoration, her service, taking him on and proving his cock was something she was ready to satisfy him just as hard as Ochaco did.

The pleasure kept climbing, and Ochaco was there to linger over it. "That's it, Eri. You don't need to do anything drastic this first time. Just start on him and learn to get comfortable. Sucking a cock this big takes practice, and you're doing so well. Listen to how much he's groaning. He loves this." Her words were the sweet, fleeting insistence that kept Eri feeling good, kept her sinking into the deep satisfaction of acceptance and want. This was all so shameless, so forcefully demanding complete unraveling on the part of the girl in the middle who kept serving because she wanted to make them happy. It was an insane situation, but one that left her feeling better, happier, that made Eri crave more of these grand spectacles.

"So good," Mineta groaned, continuing to sink deeper into the raw satisfaction and surrender of some very dramatic pleasures, every passing second leaving him feeling better, leaving him craving more and more until he felt like he could barely all of it. The moment was his, throbbing excitement adding up to a point where he just had to take it. "I'm going to cum," he warned. "My loads are pretty big, so just get ready!"

Eri responded by licking harder, by kissing his dick all over. "Make a mess out of me," she pleaded, urging this on and throwing herself into pure chaos, and Mineta was all too happy to follow up her accepting surrender and a show of good force by cumming all over her. His pulsating cock fired off shot after shot with messy vigor, the chaotic splattering of spunk all over her face catching Eri off guard from the sheer volume of it. Mineta came so much, painting her awestruck face and her white hair, leaving cum dripping off of her horn by the time he was done. It was in her mouth, it was down on her costume, it was everywhere.

But she loved it. "That tastes so good!" she gasped, pulling back in awe, jerking away and marveling at the satisfaction that rumbled through her body, that ached across her with little clarity to it. "That was so amazing. Can we do it again?"

"We need to get back out there," Ochaco said. "But maybe later tonight. You can start sleeping over in the office teh rest of your internship. Forget the trip back all the way to the dorms; we can have more fun together here."

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Every day, she had several lessons with Ochaco and Mineta. Sometimes he didn't stay the night, at which point Ochaco began to teach her about how to touch other girls and helping her get more comfortable with her body and what she could feel with it. It was all about exploring, all about Ochaco taking a weird spin on 'teaching' Eri over the course of her internship. It wasn't the kind of tutelage she was supposed to be giving, but it was an impactful and repeatable opportunity to teach Eri things and to give her something different. It was a better education though, something Eri wasn't learning at U.A. and something that she felt proud she was doing so well with. It kept her moving. Kept her insistent and ready and prepared to see this out as much as she could.

With overbearing delight, Eri threw herself into each lesson. She got creampied at least once a day and made headway on sucking his cock, able to even begin deepthroating him after a few attempts. She was doing better, swallowing his cum and developing a pretty shameless taste for it, especially when she got to eat it out of Ochaco's pussy. Ochaco did a lot to help keep the pressure off of Eri; whenever she was an active participant, Ochaco was there to touch her and guide her and encourage her through it, and then Ochaco would tag in and let Eri recover before she went again, helping her build up the bedroom stamina to keep up with Mineta. He was an intense and inexhaustible lover, which she found out more and more with each passing second.

Hero work? Hero work was a lot simpler by comparison. She was learning that sex was a lot more intense, which had her trying better to deal with all of this. It was a balance she respected Ochaco so much more for indulging in, something that had her amazed that she could fuck so hard at night but spend her days being a glamorous and ready pro hero. It was a strange and spectacular show of something that kept building inside them, every thrill and throb feeling more rewarding and more demanding. She pursued something exciting, and with each passing day she was doing better, satisfying Mineta more and more, feeling the pride building and the escalating bliss taking her.

On the side, she was thriving in her internship and her real duties. It helped. She had plenty to report about and note down. Ochaco gave her glowing reviews on her mentor reports just as deep as she did with Eri on her knees. The pleasure was demanding and forward. Coaching Eri went well, but importantly, Ochaco was always there doing the coaching. She was always there to help Eri through deepthroating Mineta or taking his loads, always doing what she could to help ease up the load. Then came the final night of Eri's internship. Tomorrow, she was back at U.A. and her days of learning how to suck Mineta off were coming to a close.

"You're going to do great," Ochaco said, adjusting Eri's clothes a bit, fussing last minute with them and preparing her. "You look great, too. He's going to love it."

"I hope so. He's been so nice to me. You have too! I've learned so much with you guys." Eri couldn't stop squirming with excitement. "I just hope I can please him without you."

"You're going to kill it," Ochaco promised. "You don't need me here, just remember everything I taught you." She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss onto Eri's forehead, right beside her horn. "Make me proud."

"I'll make you so proud! He's going to come home bragging about how well you taught me to be his." Eri was overjoyed. She felt the excitement inside of her, that tense realization she was really giving in to this, the fitful delight of knowing that everything she was about to do would take her to the absolute limit. It was a lot to get wound up about while squirming in fitful delight.

Ochaco held her hand one last time. "I'll come back for you in the morning and we'll finish everything up with your internship." Then, she headed off, saying her goodbyes to Eri and meeting Mineta in the front of the office to explain his surprise to him. Eri was left sitting on the bed, fidgeting and hopeful. She was dressed as a surprise for Mineta, dressed to make for one last bit of surprise, one last chance to really excite him. It was insane, but she was prepared to sit through this and ride out the utter delights of what was to come.

Mineta didn't know what surprise awaited him, but he approached happily, not knowing what awaited him beyond that he was spending the night alone with Eri. He inched closer, drawing toward this and peering in, only for his jaw to drop as he saw the teen sitting on the edge of the bed. "You look perfect," he gasped, scampering into the room to size her up, awestruck by what he saw, because it was his deepest unindulged fantasy come to life. Eri sat on the edge of the bed wearing not casual clothes, nor her hero costume. Eri had on a white blouse, a grey vest with green trim, a pleated green skirt, and black thigh-highs. It was her school uniform. Her U.A. school uniform.

For a guy going methodically through all his hot female classmates and school crushes as an adult, the one indulgence he'd never been able to replicate were his fantasies of old surrounding their school uniforms. Even if they put on real ones, it wasn't the same; they were older. But Eri? Eri was a U.A. student sitting there fully on offer and dressed for the part, and it made his heart pound out of his chest with excitement as he rushed over to her, climbing up onto the bed and pouncing her with kisses.

Eri fell onto her back on the office bed as he crashed onto her, legs kicking up into the air from the sheer force and momentum he hit her with. Meeting his kisses excitedly, Eri could already tell that this was off to an amazing start, that this was coming together just like she wanted it to. "I'm glad you like it!" she gasped, meeting his greedy tongue and remembering every lesson Ochaco gave her about kissing. That included ample practice in making out with Ochaco. It was all to good effect now, letting the pleasures come stronger on, letting the passions build with enduring passion and a strength that came stronger. To feel Mineta so reckless and ravenous was amazing. It was Mineta here and horny for her and her alone. No Ochaco, no assistance. Just Eri, and he was frenzied.

His hands were all over her. The passion kept brewing, every dizzy thrill and ache of heat pushing Mineta to indulge deeper into this, the pleasure making him feel better and stronger, greed carrying him to pursue more, and he didn't hold anything back. He wanted her, and his wants were very clear in their simplicity, direct in nature and urging him to keep pushing. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight," he promised, and Eri shook in absolute joy at the thought. It was so insane to consider, but she wanted it, and she was ready to meet this.

"Let me show you what I've learned," she said, pulling back from the kiss and trying to push him gently back. "I want to pleasure you. I want to be one of your girlfriends. I-I know that Ochaco isn't the only one. She told me about your harem. I want to be part of it. I want to earn my spot."

Mineta saw an opportunity here, and he happily leaned down to kiss Eri again. "You already are one of my girlfriends."

That made her squeak and squeal happily, the pleasure coming with burning delight through her as she rolled him onto his back. It was easy to with the size difference, Eri having gone from a little girl around his height to significantly taller and ready to push him around. She didn't know why the idea of being one of many girls appealed to her so much. Maybe she was just too caught up in the haze of what was happening. Maybe she was a foolish, silly teenager. It didn't matter; she was insistent and she was ready, tugging his pants down and getting onto her knees in front of him, freeing his cock and taking a steady breath, ready to prove herself.

After so much practice, Eri wanted to make a big, bold move, so as she got his hardening cock in hand, she decided to dive down and take him right into her throat with one smooth, swift motion. No restraint, no sense. She just sank down and suddenly had him in her throat, the pleasure rising and every bit of restraint hitting without mercy. It was abrupt and it was shameless, her head bobbing back and forth, riding out these grand wants without hesitation now. "Oh fuck!" Mineta gasped, staring at the eager girl taking him down so deep, taking on these pleasures without any restraint behind it. By the standards of his many girlfriends, an abrupt deepthroating wasn't anything too crazy, but this wasn't a normal day, this was the chaotic expression of Eri's complete commitment to these joys.

Staring up at him with big, bright eyes, Eri threw herself into the task of deepthroating Mineta, adoring him and his big cock with as much attention and passion as she could. The enduring chaos and heat behind these pushes was something she felt ready for. Even as she struggled n his cock and forced herself to choke him down, the pleasure was there. The burning sensation and satisfaction of this treatment was everything to her, a chance to explore and deepen her appreciation for this. This felt simple enough to her; she wanted to make him feel good, wanted to prove that she could keep up as a girl worth his time, and that meant throwing herself into the deep end.

Up and down her head worked, bobbing with impatient, frenzied delight through these mad delights, through a hunger and a joy carrying her forward, keeping her as needy as could be while trapped in this fascination. It was overbearing, but it was also exactly what she needed, a chance to keep sliding into this, to explore and savour and love every exploratory push. This was a lot, the pressure mounting, and she absolutely felt the lack of Ochaco here to cheer her on, but Eri had to prove she was capable and had to do this herself if she wanted to show off what she was capable of. It was a demanding thrill, a chance to spiral into weirder passion, into senseless joys.

To be taken to the absolute limit by these joys was all she could comprehend now. Greedier moans and the forward passion of giving in to this mess made her feel better and hotter, made everything come together just perfectly. As Mineta groaned and writhed on the bed, Eri felt nothing but confidence, the certainty that she was proving herself and making him feel exactly what he wanted from her, which in turn kept her invested and engaged. She had to satisfy him, had to make him feel all the wild, burning pleasures that he needed most, and as long as he was responding so positively to her attention, she wanted only to keep going, sucking him deeper and faster, all to make this work.

"You've gone from virgin to a pro in a week," Mineta groaned, heaping on all the praise that Ochaco was supposed to, the pleasures coming stronger and needier onward. The pleasure was exactly what he wanted, a chance to slide into deeper hunger, into the pure thrill of giving in. "You learned so quick. You're amazing. It was praise that kept Eri feeling better, kept her fitful and greedy while sliding into ever deeper delights. This was a lot, and underlining the passion was a sense of pure excitement, an exhilarating thrill to keep falling into. "And you're going to make me cum so hard. Keep going, I want to be the first one to cum down your throat!"

At this rate, Mineta would be the only one. Eri stared with puppy dog eyes up at him, ready to keep him fascinated and burning ready to lock him in the enthralling state of pure want that built up to a more and more dramatic rush of madness. Sloppy adoration showed off the needy state she was in, the depth of how trapped in lust she truly was now, but it felt so good that she didn't want to come out of it, didn't want this endless commotion to stop once she got rolling. It felt incredible, the exhausting joy of throwing herself harder at these pleasures until everything simply worked out.

With her mad, sloppy approach working its magic, she wasn't going to have to wait long. Mineta groaned and ached under the feverish attention that Eri kept pushing against him with. He wasn't able to hold himself back, inching closer to ruin, loving every second of these shaky spectacles and the delight they offered. "Gonna cum," he warned, groaning through this, hips working back and forth, everything coming on with hotter, fiercer thrills until he felt like he couldn't possibly take anymore. Hard and loud and hot, he deposited his load into Eri's mouth, letting her drunk it down amid the bobs of her head and the urgency of these motions, which left him also pumping directly down her throat with powerful throbs before she pulled back to drink more down. It was a clumsy mess back and forth, but a mess that Eri relished in.

Eri pulled back with cum and spit dripping from her chin, an even more ragged sight than Ochaco was when she was caught them, but this was all natural progression, all Eri's plan. "I want to ride you now," she said while gasping for air, lifting her uniform skirt up and revealing she had no panties on underneath. Twisting in almost feral excitement, Mineta nodded in rabid approval, and Eri was free to climb her way up onto him and sit herself down onto his cock, the skirt hiding the actual act of penetration and making it even more enticing in its secrecy. She sank down, moaning loudly as she pushed her way in and started to take his cock deeper. "Mineta," she moaned, throwing herself into hazier surrender, into deeper joys that she couldn't get enough of.

"You're beautiful, Eri," her said, staring up at the petite teen in her school uniform, amazed this dream was coming true longer after it seemed like it was long dead. As her pussy swallowed his cock and he pushed his way slowly forward with burning excitement and the utmost want, Mineta lay back, head sinking into the mattress, everything relaxed and relieved. He had a girl in a U.A. uniform riding his dick now, and he needed only let this happen, needed only to savour the utter insanity of what was to come. "Show me what you learned."

With plenty of practice, Eri felt confident now in handling Mineta's cock virtually all the way down, and she sank deep in before she started to bounce. With the confidence carrying her hips forward, everything she did was a chance to embrace the bliss of the inevitable. This was her time, and with steady bounces up and down his cock, Eri showed off how far she had come and how ready she was to prove herself. Taking his cock was simple enough now, something that came to her almost naturally, her pussy used to the girth and to the sensation of penetration, to the idea of trying to make the most of this. Everything getting weirder and more dramatic in the plunge downward felt like a chance to give in.

This was all the pleasure they needed, the chance to indulge in strange, calamitous passion and the panic to come. This was a mess, but the mess was what she needed, a calamitous rush of everything she'd learned. It was a chance to show off her excitement, show off the passion keeping her giving in, and she wasn't afraid of making the most of it. All of it. With every second of throbbing heat taking her, she felt the pressure, but she felt like she could rise to the challenge. With each roll of her hips, Eri expressed deeper excitement. "I'm good at this now," she moaned. "Your cock is--nngh, your cock feels perfect. I love this!" The weird pleasure and the heat is something relentless, a heat and a chaos that felt absolutely perfect.

She knew she was dressed to captivate him, but Eri was still delighted by the way he looked at her, the mad fascination of what kept building. It was so wild, so exciting with these strange heats sweeping up through her, and she didn't care about holding it back. The climbing thrills kept making her feel so many complicated emotions, kept her scrambling for the pleasure of giving in. "Ochaco said you always wanted to fuck a girl in a U.A. uniform, and I'm sorry it took you this long to, but I'm glad it got to be me!" She leaned forward, hands firm on his chest for a bit more stability and passion. This was something totally shameless, thrashing joy coming bolder on. Every bit of throbbing pleasure was a chance to give in completely, the spectacles that kept pulling her deeper, kept her craving more of this.

"No, this is great. I love this!" Mineta's hands reached forward, fumbling with the buttons on her jacket and then on her blouse, opening it up loosely, letting her modest breasts a bit free without trying to make them fully visible. It was just about the aesthetic of a cute schoolgirl half-dressed and riding his dick, one that helped him come around to the joys he craved, to every pleasure that seemed impossible. Making his old crushes slobber on his cock was amazing, but this brought him something unique, something too special to ever resist, and he kept craving more and more of its deepest thrills.

Together, they were giving in with shameless unison, loving every second of these climbing thrills, the building heat making her feel incredible. It was so different form where they had been a mere week ago, which left Eri proud of herself and had Mineta so delighted to see her go, seeing how well he and Ochaco had trained her for this. It was a pleasure to keep throwing into, the surrender to succumb to. The tireless joy and vigor came on stronger, her body shaking through these senseless, endless joys and through the need to keep losing herself to fully. She got faster, slamming down onto his cock, desperately chasing the sorts of passions that Ochaco had been so deep into, and it didn't stop, didn't slow down.

Persistent chaos carried them both forward, every throb and ache of pure need coming with less and less restraint to it, the burning thrills keeping their bodies moving and colliding, keeping the pleasure hot and every semblance of control. Eri didn't care about control now, didn't care about containing herself. She just kept bouncing with desperate glee, with a vigor and a want that escalated within her, kept her needing more. There was a simplicity to how they moved and to all the pleasures that kept building, and the needy thrill of pushing harder onward was the perfect way to give in to that, to be ruled fully by the passionate surrender of giving in.

"I'm going to cum," Eri warned, her turn to give up, to throw herself into the writhing excitement of totally losing control. It was everything she needed, and she didn't try to contain these mad wants, the pulses of pure heat sending her into a state of mad surrender, into pure chaos and commotion. It was everything she needed, every second of desire coming together in a cohesive expression of mad thrills. This was too much in too many ways, but at the very core of it all was a very specific and insistent thrill, something to lose herself to happily, and she didn't hesitate. She didn't fight it. She accepted what was taking her and accepted the sweet, sinful joy of giving up.

Her climax was noisy and hot and senseless, and she pulled Mineta in with her, his groans and the slam upward of his hips signaling his own surrender as he pumped her full of cum, sending her into shrieking joy and a commotion driven by vocal joy. Mineta couldn't resist these tensions either, his hips thrashing wildly about, bucking through the passion and the heat of giving up completely, letting go of all his restraint and his control for something beautiful, something fierce and hungry. He filled her womb up, and there was no more pulling out midway through. Mineta held her down with his hand on her petite hips and he made sure she took every drop. It made a bit of a cum belly form, but that was okay by him.

Eri shook and smiled while hunched over him, rocking back and forth needily. "I want to give you my anal virginity," she said sweetly. "You've been so good to me, and I want you to have the last thing I have left to give."

"You're giving me so much every time we do anything," Mineta said. He couldn't believe his luck. His fingers trailed along her cum belly. Eri was completely his, a doting girlfriend who he definitely had to keep secret more than all the others, lest Aizawa kill him, but it was going perfectly. "Get down on all fours. I'll take it slow."

Eri nodded and hastily moved into position, pulling her skirt up over her perky butt and letting Mineta appreciate just how much this was all happening. He shifted forward, grabbing hold of her hip and his cock, guiding himself into place and preparing for yet another thrill, another plunge into insanity and weirdness. He was ready for this, and with his shot lined up, he sank forward confidently, ready to let the pleasure speak for itself.

After training her pussy so well to handle him, letting her virgin ass get taken next felt like a bit of a step back in progress, frustrating her with just how snug a fit it was, with his cock stretching her out once more and bringing with it all the feelings she had grown used to taking. It was an amazing rush of pleasure, sensations coursing through her with stubborn, exhausting vigor, setting her aflame and leaving her barely able to contain these erratic joys. Every passing second was an overdramatic rush of too many heats to take on at once, but she held strong, fingers digging into the sheets for stability and her breaths slowing to a patient, practiced, principled pace. She wanted to do her best to handle this, and that meant letting these wild thrills take her to the limit.

"So tight," Mineta groaned, leaning over her and heaving with his mad, vigorous thrills, every thrust forward clumsy and senseless in its forward momentum. "You ass is amazing, thank you for letting me take your last virginity." He was patient with her. No smacking her ass, no reckless pounding, no throwing her for a loop with anything more wild than she could handle. Almost chaste in his approach, Mineta wanted to savour this and take his time winding her up, making Eri feel the wildest of his touches and making her love what he could do, but never with anything too abrupt. This was his time to build up something slow and hungry inside of her, biding his time and containing these throbs of want, the burning excitement he knew was taking her to the limit.

"No, you're amazing," Eri moaned. She was fully fixated now on Mineta, adoring him more than any of the boys at school ever could ahve been adored. The utter fixation with which she threw herself at these joys was absolutely incredible, throbbing devotion and lust and adoration carrying her now into all she did, keeping her hungrily hooked on everything about his touch, and she was ready for all of it, feeling like she was almost floating while receiving these senseless attentions. "I think I'm in love with you, Mineta! I'm going to graduate and move right in with all of you, I promise!" She loved it. He was her first and, aside from the other ladies, he'd be her only. She was committed to it now, throwing herself into this harder and hotter, every ache of pleasure through her body coming with a sense of burning devotion, the throbbing joy of someone ready to give up to the fullest extent, losing all focus and control to what kept calling her deeper. It was everything she needed, and as long as she could keep sliding into this deepening haze, she didn't care about anything else, didn't want this to stop.

Mineta's hips continued to work with as much restraint as he felt like he could muster, not getting carried away and not throwing himself into anything too wild, but he could barely keep himself under any sort of control. The throb of delight and desire made him feel the weight of pure want carrying him deeper, and he was unstoppable. Every thrust forward kept up the mad pace, kept up the chaos and spectacle and the joyful greed of carrying on. he loved every second of keeping this going, loved how madly he burned. This was amazing, a rush of pleasure and passion ripping ever hotter toward her limit. She wanted it, and she wasn't going to be stopped, wasn't going to hesitate through even a moment of mad indulgence.

Together, they were losing control. It was insanity, with Eri starting to shove back and meet his thrusts, moaning in needier expressions of raw heat, the lust tearing at her dizzy thoughts and reducing them to mush. She wanted only to come apart for him, to ride out these wild indulgences and feel better by the second about throwing everything into chaos, and Mineta was happy to savour this cute girl melting under his touch, one of the most dramatic cases of a girl falling for him yet. He rode out these sweet delights and every wanton rush of hunger until he felt like he could take no more.

Even if she weren't an anal virgin, nothing in the world could have prepared Eri for the sweet madness of an anal creampie from Mineta. His cock erupted and her let out mad noises, throwing his head back and painting her guts white. Ochaco had warned Eri about this when she confided in him that she wanted to give him her anal virginity, and it was just as real as she'd been warned. The cum filled her up, and she decided to throw herself into something perfect, something deranged, and something she felt ready to compeltely embrace. Reaching down between her legs, Eri grabbed hold of Mineta's fat nuts and rewound them back to a state earlier in the night, before he'd actually shot a single drop of cum yet.

But his cock was still firing. It was a shot in the dark, but one that Eri felt confident in as she prolonged his orgasm. Mineta bucked and cursed as the pleasure swelled, his body shaking under countless thrills and heats, a want too wild to make any sense of, and in his shameless, inexhaustible want, she was doomed to stumble, doomed to unravel, doomed to savour every shaky second of complete surrendering. "Holy shit!" he gasped, continuing to fill her up, realizing what she was conjuring and not fighting it.

Eri's cum belly swelled and her eyes rolled back. She came hard from the sensation of his cum gushing up from the back door, and her head pitched forward and she started spewing up his cum, she shook with the most bizarre of ecstasies, shocked by what she felt but feeling the weight of it driving her mad, knowing that buried deep in all of this insanity was something beautiful, something that absolutely no restraint could help. She spat up the cum all over the bed and shook while these sweet, sweeping climaxes took a toll on her. A mad, senseless, deep toll, but one that made her feel incredible, made her burn with pure joy. She loved every second of it, and she was left a shaky, slumped mess in the gooey aftermath of everything.

But not out. She coughed up a bit more cum and whined, "Think I can reset myself to get the stamina to keep going?"

"If you can, that might make you a few cup sizes short of the perfect woman."

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Eri returned from her internship with a smile spread across her face. Aizawa was waiting at the gate for her, standing ramrod stiff as she strode out of the car with a smile on her face. "I missed you!" she said, throwing her arms around her dad and hugging him tight.

"How was the internship?" He put his arms around her. He missed her too, but he wasn't going to say much out loud that easily.

"It went great! Uravity showed me so much about what being a hero means, and we did so much together! I want to go back to her agency as soon as I can!"

"I'm glad it went well." Aizawa hugged her a bit tighter still. "I didn't know where to send you, but Midnight suggested her, and she seemed like a good fit. Someone I trusted. It sounds like she did well, so if you want to get more experience with her, I think we can arrange that some time. Maybe over the summer."

"That would be great!" Eri kept quiet about everything that happened, just like she promised, and she focused only on getting back into the school and getting back to normal. The more her dad believed everything was on the level, the better it would be.

On the other side of town, in the hero office, Mineta sat proudly on the back bed, pounding hard into Midnight from behind while Ochaco slurped on his heavy balls. He was ready to spend the day rewarding both women for their work. Midnight in getting the idea in Aizawa's head, Ochaco for all she'd done. All to get his cock in Eri so he could take the virginity of the cute, now-developed teen. He said he wanted to see her in ten years, and he more than kept that promise, with Aizawa none the wiser that he had been played and that his daughter was now Mineta's new girlfriend.

Mineta couldn't wait until she graduated.