Chapter 12 - Sick, Tired and Sleepless

Itsuka didn't know if she had it in her to feel hopeful about dates anymore. Her love life was a series of tragedies growing weirder with each passing day, and she found herself completely out of options now for what to do about any of it. There was just too much going on and she found herself unable to deal with any of it in any useful manner. Something had to give eventually, but she'd been telling herself that for long enough now that she wasn't sure any longer that anything could give.

There were two kinds of problems for Itsuka's love life. The biggest one was how quickly she became the 'big sister' or 'good friend' to any guy she was in interested in. She usually couldn't even get a guy she talked to to want to date her because of how quickly she began to feel like the spunky but supportive big sister to them instead of like a romantic prospect. One day she went on with a guy online even had him admitting halfway through dinner that he wasn't really getting vibes of anything but a sisterly affection from her. It drove her up the wall and left her unable to get a good guy to see past that side of her.

Every other guy proved to be a sleaze just using her for sex. Shallow relationships and hollow interactions where she found herself a hookup and nothing else. Guys rang her up, pumped a load in her, and fucked off. So many first dates that ended in sex never resulted in second dates because guys simply stopped answering her messages. It drove her mad, but she found herself unable to act to do anything against it. This was just her fate now, as much as she wished it wasn't.

It got so bad that Itsuka had given up on trying to meet guys online, and found herself instead giving in to the words of her friends. It was Tokage who said she knew a guy that Itsuka might get on with, and she was completely floored by the weird surprises of that. She was desperate to trust anything though, and she threw herself into her friend's hands, hoping for the best. A blind date. A vain shot at trying to set something up, where she just had absolutely no idea what she was doing or how to handle these insane attentions. She didn't have any other hope left. This was it. If this didn't work, maybe she needed to just give up completely.

She arrived at the restaurant at the right time and looked into the back corner where she was told her reservation was, and her stomach sank. Sitting at the table was Minoru Mineta. The class pervert. Itsuka's entire body tightened up, clenching in embarrassment and panic at the mere thought of this, but as she looked at him, she didn't know what she could even say in her defense here. "You've got to be kidding," she groaned, looking around. There were no lone men sitting at tables in that section other than Mineta. It really was him. Striding up to the table, Itsuka didn't even know what she was going to say or how she was supposed to respond to it.

Mineta noticed her approaching, and his smile widened. "Oh, you're my date?" he asked. His smile was reserved, and his eyes didn't go right to her tits. "Tokage said she had a really special girl to set me up with, and wow. You look great." He slipped out of his chair, with Itsuka expecting her was going to shove his head up her dress or grab her ass, but instead, he moved to pull her chair out. It was almost the stereotype of a gentlemanly attempt at being nice on a date, and it left Itsuka startled.

"Yeah, Tokage sent me. Uh, thanks." She looked at the chair. Nothing untoward about it. She trusted him, sitting herself down into the seat and feeling him gently push teh chair in. He didn't grope her, didn't lean in to sniff her hair. Everything was completely cordial and normal, and as he hopped back into his seat, Mineta was on his absolute best behavior, wearing a sharp and well fitted purple suit. "I didn't know you and Tokage were even that close."

"We've been talking a lot lately," he said. "We worked together on some hero stuff a while back, but if it's okay with you, I don't really want to talk much about work."

Itsuka winced. Work talk was sometimes the bane of dates, but without work on the table, she could only imagine what he wanted to talk about instead. With a reluctant nod, she said, "That's fine by me. I got off work earlier today, I'm happy to not talk about it."

"Great," Mineta said. Itsuka was ready for him to ask if she liked anal or something, but as he straightened his seat out a little bit, he instead asked, "What have you been up to since we graduated?" A normal question. Utterly unspectacular in every way, but for someone waiting for the other shoe to drop, it sounded like utter madness to Itsuka. She was so taken aback by it that it took her a moment to even answer.

"I haven't been up to too much, unfortunately. Her eyes darted about. This was all really normal for some reason. "Uh, I spend a lot of time working out. I've been getting into different martial arts with a lot of my free time. It doesn't feel like work when I get to do that stuff in a calm environment. It's really soothing."

"Oh, that's a great idea. I do a meditation class once a week for the same reason. With how busy and loud everything else, it's nice to have something calm and predictable." The waiter came by with menus, and Mineta turned to him to give a polite thanks. Over contemplation of the menu items, Mineta and Itsuka continued their conversation about finding constructive ways to calm down around their busy and dangerous hero work, and it all became so normal and so calm that Itsuka started forgetting she was talking to Minoru Mineta. At least until her eyes turned upward toward him again, and she remembered once more that she was on a date with the class pervert from high school.

It didn't feel like it anymore. They ordered their dinner and continued down the path of their conversation, which became oddly engaging the deeper they got into things, with Itsuka being encouraged to talk at length about the martial arts she was doing, and Mineta maintained respectful eye contact throughout. He didn't veer off to ogle her tits a single time, no matter how many times she tried to follow his eyeline. He was a perfectly charming guy engaging in great conversation, and she found herself wanting to fall deeper into the talk. Their food came, and the two continued to delve into talk as they ate.

At some point, it wasn't even that Itsuka forgot who she was talking to. Itsuka looked right at the short man in his purple suit and she felt oddly engaged. It was definitely Mineta, but a different Mineta. A changed Mineta. They began to talk about books, with Mineta proving a lot more keenly intelligent than she'd ever realized. He was in the top half of his class at U.A. after all, and when talk turned to books, she found herself leaning in closer, an elbow on the table, her interest growing as he began to talk at length now about his thoughts on a book that Itsuka had fallen in love with. He had a lot to say about it, and she hung now on his every word.

A dinner date had never been so smooth. This was all just happening, and she accepted it all, wanting more, needing to keep listening. This was happening. She was engaged and happy to hear more. Dinner vanished, dessert came, her defenses felt at ease enough that she had a glass of wine, and somehow, it was with the most unlikely guy that she had the most normal date of her life. Mineta paid for dinner, insisting that her company was worth it all and that he'd had a nice time just talking to her.

Then, he drove her home. It was all so normal. He pulled up in front of her apartment building and said, "This was really nice. I hope it's not being too forward, but I'd love to do this again some time."

"I would too!" Itsuka said. Her cheerfulness was far more forward than she was used to, but it felt necessary. "I--wow. Yeah, this was a really good date. I had a nice time." She looked toward the door. This had probably been the best date. If ever there was a guy to bring upstairs... No. No, Itsuka wasn't doing that. No more one night stands. No more sex on the first date. If Mineta was a good guy after all, he'd be patient and accept it. "I've got work early tomorrow, so I'll message you some time in the afternoon, okay?"

"That sounds great." Mineta reached his hand over to give hers a shake that she accepted, and then Itsuka stepped out of the car, feeling a bit dizzy as she tried to reconcile everything he'd just done. It felt nice. She felt warm all over. As she headed up to her apartment, Itsuka was overjoyed by this all. She stepped up into her apartment and headed right to her bedroom, turning on her television and just settling down to work through all of her thoughts.

Sorting out how she felt about that date was impossible. It was a success on every front, which left her feeling oddly restless and excitable. The show she put on became empty background noise, and she was utterly frustrated by the weird unresolved feelings aching through her. But as she sat there, something else began to brew. Not an emotional tension at all, but a strange, sweet smell wafting in through her open window. She thought she'd closed her window. Her brow furrowed. Hadn't she? Before she went out. But nothing looked disturbed, so she brushed it off. She lived on the seventh floor, so it wasn't like anybody would have come in or out of it anyway.

As those concerns drifted off and she put herself back to thought, Itsuka realized that something ached between her legs. Her limbs began to shift and squirm as a heat rumbled just under her skin. Arousal began to creep over her with a lot more intensity and pressure than she was used to, and Itsuka didn't know what to make of it. The threat of this warmth didn't leave her with any clear idea of what was going on, and without much choice or clarity, she found herself oddly intrigued, starting to slide and squirm her way out of her clothes. Her pussy grew wetter with a speed and an insistence that she wasn't ready for, and Itsuka tried to piece together all the things she felt.

Yanking open the drawer on her nightstand, Itsuka fished out her vibrator, spreading her legs out and flicking it on with as much speed and haste as she could muster, finding herself suddenly ravenous and desperate. She needed something to quell her frustrations and she needed it now. The date had been nice, and Itsuka was glad she stuck to her guns, but she needed something now to deal with the more direct and immediate matters at hand.

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With a peculiar speed and weirdness, Itsuka found herself suddenly dating Mineta outright. They began to meet up regularly, sometimes just for a quick and cheap sushi dinner after work, sometimes for a proper date. Itsuka visited the meditation class he said he took once a week, and she sat in on it, finding it oddly relieving and almost shocked that it was real after all, but everybody in the class recognized Mineta and was happy to see him again. This was a weird world for Itsuka to fall into, but she was ready to accept it. This all just happened, and she opened herself up to the strange possibilities of this attention. It was the oddest thing to piece together.

Every date ended in a similar way: he brought her home by car or on foot and he left. No asking about going upstairs. It became weird to Itsuka, who wondered why he wasn't making any further moves. He hugged her goodbye, not even coming close to copping a feel. Then he upgraded to a cheek kiss. It was all so peculiar for how normal it was and how respectable he acted. There was no perversion on his part, no moment where he turned things around on her in ways she had to be dubious of. He was a total gentleman through and through, and she continued along with him through all of it.

But every time she went upstairs, she was ravenously horny. A kind of horny that fucking herself with her dildo didn't immediately solve, either. She wished it would, but the more it took her, the deeper her frustrations ran, impressing upon her that she needed a little more than that to work through these pressures, and that impression became stranger and fiercer as she began to admit to herself that masturbation wasn't enough. She fucked herself hard with the toy, but she needed somebody's touch. She needed a real dick between her legs. Needed somebody to hold her.

Hunched on her knees, face-down in the pillow, ramming the dildo up her pussy with her hand between her legs, she groaned to herself, "Where's the perversion? What's the point in dating Mineta if he won't fuck me?" She couldn't believe it was driving her mad that he was being a decent and respectful guy, but where was the other side of him? There came a point where the lack of sex was driving her mad in a weird way, and all she wanted was some shred of salvation and focus to spare her from these bizarre attentions. It was a lot to take on, and the frustrations pushed her further and further into confusion.

She left these dates happy, but she returned to her apartment horny, and with no clear idea of how to handle these attentions or sort out how she felt, Itsuka was rapidly approaching a state where what she really wanted was to give herself in to temptation and invite him up to her place. Maybe on their next date, she'd have to.

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They were back at the restaurant they went on their first date at. It had been weeks of seeing each other, messaging all the time, and all of her frustrations took a bizarre toll on Itsuka. She'd been horny all day and couldn't figure out why. Her body felt extra sensitive and needy in the face of things she didn't quite understand, but even just sitting at the table, she didn't know how to think straight.

"Are you okay?" Mineta asked. "You look a bit shaky. But not the fun kind of shaky."

Itsuka bit her lip. That was the closest he'd come to even acknowledging sex across all these dates. "I'm fine. I think I'm just uh--I don't know, maybe it's a vitamin problem?" She wasn't going to admit she was ravenously horny. Not now. "I'm on supplements for a few things my body ends up short on because of my quirk, and I probably just put in too much work today."

"Oh, I see. Is one of those deficiencies vitamin D? Because I can help you out with that." His smile was restrained and calms. Mineta held himself back from his absolute worst impulses, but only just barely.

Itsuka forced a laugh. "It is, actually. But the supplements help with that." She tried her best to cope with his words without admitting how much each flirtatious line fanned the flames between her legs, because she was just powerless to handle these feelings. She was stuck here, wondering what to make of this and wondering how to cope with her arousal through the entire date. "I just forgot them at home."

It was time to go in for the kill. With a tone that implied he was joking and a big grin, Mineta said, "If you want to go under the table and get a dose, you can. Fooling around in public always seemed fun."

"I'd be into trying that." The words left Itsuka's lips before she could even process them, and the realization of what she'd said made her eyes widen. That was a problem. That was a big, big problem. "I mean--" What had she just done?

"It's okay," Mineta said. "I think the waiter's going to be a little while." His smile widened. "If you want to."

Never in her life had Itsuka felt weaker. Her body shook under the strange tension and fascination of an arousal she didn't know how to begin dealing with, but she found it impossible to resist what was getting to her. Itsuka was touch-starved and wracked by arousal that now haunted her even through her days, that same sweet scent in her apartment every night having become so normal that she wasn't even thinking about it anymore. It didn't mater. In a heartbeat, she slipped out of her seat and hid under the tablecloth, getting onto her knees and grabbing at his pants. She didn't know what she was doing, but as Mineta tugged at the tablecloth to pull it into his lap and push in forward in a way to try and minimize how suspicious it looked, she felt ready in ways she didn't have the slightest idea how to face.

This was happening. Too quickly, probably, but it was happening. She got his pants open, and as Mineta reached into them, he revealed to Itsuka a shock so much bigger than the fact he could be decent company: a fat, throbbing monster of a cock that swung forward. The idea that such a squat little pervert could be so gloriously endowed should have given Itsuka more concern than it did, but she was so horny that she found herself just throwing forward into chaos, forcing her mouth open enough to wrap her lips around his shaft and diving forward to take him into her mouth.

She knew from the moment she had him in her mouth that this was the biggest she'd ever had. Mineta was so much more endowed than any guy she'd ever fucked before, and the shock of that fact inspired her to go all out on sucking him down, on taking his cock in deep and throwing all caution to the wind. Itsuka had needs, and she was well past the point of trying to control herself within those needs. She barged forward with only one goal in mind, abandoning all reason and accepting as pleasure she needed more drastically by the second. It was excessive and fiery and brought her into a state of wanton delirium much too steep to grasp, but with every push forward, it felt better and hotter.

The cock throbbed in her mouth. It was so powerful, and without any clear idea how to handle this, she simply endeavored to push on a bit deeper. She sucked him down and embraced the dizzy chaos and wanton panic of a pleasure that she needed more than anything. The level she operated on now was one of absolute chaos, a weirdness that demanded utter surrender on her part, and her submission felt utterly absolute. Back and forth her head bobbed, and she choked his dick down without a shred of restraint or carer. There was no time. There was only the joy of giving in. His dick tasted like everything her mouth craved, and she understood now a sense of acceptance and chaos that all felt right. She worked to give in to it, jerking along the cock and embracing what was rapidly becoming just what she needed.

Her hands grasped it firmly. She needed them to even deal with his tremendous length, feeling like her mouth couldn't possibly handle all of it. This was a kind of intense and bizarre that demanded her fullest attention, and with the devotion of someone ready to simply lose all control, Itsuka pushed on harder. She needed this. He needed it too. This was a kind of crazy she felt ready to accept as her only option forward, and she felt better and better by the second about letting this all happen.

Between her legs raged an incredible fire. This wasn't going to fully quell the desires inside of her, but Itsuka felt closer than she could deal with, throwing herself harder forward and allowing the pleasure to continue pulling her deeper. This was the foreplay she needed, if nothing else. Itsuka continued to slobber on his cock, not chancing letting him slip into her throat if only because she didn't know if it could even fit. But her mouth was still ready. Swimming through her head, so many desires and temptations, fantasies of what his cock could offer her, became all she could think about, and the desire ripped her thoughts to shreds, kept her hungry and forward and hopeless.

This was touch. It was touch enough for her, at least. With desperate pushes forward, Itsuka gave Mineta's cock all the sloppy praise she could, and the thorough desires pushing her forward became messier and fiercer. Her mouth was determined and reckless, and she allowed the pleasures to grow weirder and harsher. This felt so good, and she clung to whatever attention she could, burning with the joy and the fever of simply allowing herself this chance to unravel. As long as he could keep pushing forward, Itsuka felt confident she'd have Mineta so ready to fuck her that the fire in her loins would be quelled easily.

With a cock this big, she could only imagine how nice it'd feel, too.

"Did your friend leave?" asked a voice. The waiter had come by.

"No, she's just taking a call outside," Mineta said. "Can you come back in a few minutes, please?" His voice was remarkably steady for someone getting sloppy head under the table.

"Certainly, sir, my apologies."

Itsuka was free to keep going, and even though he was talking plainly and holding himself back, the slopy attentions she doted on his cock with became a blatant and clear show of fitful attentions. He was throbbing in her mouth, the sloppy desires and adorations clearly getting to him. She knew he'd cum loads if she kept this up. She could just tell from the size of his dick, from how powerfully it pulsated. She was well on her way to something tremendous if only she kept pushing, and the dizzy desire within her to see it through kept Itsuka on the edge. This was abrupt and fierce and utterly bizarre, and with greedy pushes forward, the pleasure was right there for everything to be given in to.

It wasn't long before Itsuka got her wish. He throbbed harder, and the surprise came of hands seizing her head. "Sorry, but I don't want to make a mess," Mineta said in hushed tones as he yanked her head down onto his cock, forcing her to throat him and forcing her to experience the utter thrill of his cock suddenly ramming its way down her gullet. He was so well endowed, and the girth of his shaft gave her trouble, but she wasn't about to fight this off, eager to see where this took her, desperate to keep giving in to the weirdness of it all. He erupted down her throat, and Itsuka couldn't believe how right she had been about how much he'd cum, but she got to receive the sharp lesson of his very greedy and very messy treatment.

The cum filled up Itsuka's stomach to a degree that left her feeling bloated and startled, and as she pulled back from his cock, which was now slathered in her spit and smacked down onto her cleavage, Itsuka couldn't believe what she'd just done. She just sucked dick under the table. With the guy who had been purer and more of a gentleman than she'd ever known, she'd just fooled around in public. Mineta handed her a napkin to wipe the spit from around her mouth, and she cleaned up before she came back out from under the table and slipped back into her seat, staring forward in utter shock.

"That help your shakiness?" he asked with smirk. "Seriously though, that felt great. Thank you so much. Public play is really hot."

"I just did that," she said. She swallowed nervously, eyes drifting about. "YI don't think I even want to order dinner now. I feel so full." Full of his cum. It had absolutely gunked up her stomach, and she felt the heaviness of it leaving her without much need to hastily move forward for much more. "I really did that."

"And you did such a good job. I'd love to help you get off too if you wanted to meet up in the bathroom in a few minutes." Mineta's smile was a lot more wicked now, more blatantly the sort of thing that Itsuka should have expected out of him from the beginning. But for some weird reason, she was okay with it now. Everything felt different. She'd just sucked him off, after all. And he'd impressed her with the size of his dick. Maybe it was okay if she let things slip out of her control a little bit. Maybe it'd be fine.

Even still, saying yes was a step too far, right? Itsuka squirmed her way through the uncertainty of his offer, trying to make sense of what he was doing and how this was all happening. To say yes right now was to give in to things she didn't know what to make of at all, and yet, with her lips shaking, she couldn't help but agree. "You go now, I'll be there in a few." She leaned back. "I need a minute to let this settle first."

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"It feels so good!" Itsuka shrieked, her hands pressing against the sides of the toilet stall for stability while her hips hammered up and down on his lap. she rode Mineta cowgirl style while he sat on the toilet, her body a shivering mess ready to succumb to all the weirdest and most depraved of pleasures in the name of giving him what he wanted, because from the very first moment of indulgence, she could tell that this was exactly what she wanted, too. His massive cock was stuffed up her pussy, stretching it out beyond belief but also providing her with exactly the sort of pleasures she craved.

"You really needed this, huh? Sorry if I kept you waiting, I didn't want to be a jerk about it and make a move before you wanted me to." He was sitll being something approaching a gentleman, and it drove her utterly wild with the frustration that it offered. her body continued to bounce through utter delirium and fever, keeping up a pace stranger and wilder by the second. This was a lot to take, and she found herself struggling to make even some sense of the pressures involved, but she totally prepared to give in these weird pleasures, a desire and delirium that kept her wanting more, kept her moving forward to keep up the strange heats it offered.

"That's okay! We're fixing it now, right?" Biting her lip and jerking faster about under these weird attentions, Itsuka found herself absolutely floored, wishing she understood these feelings and wishing she could better contend with the bizarre sweeps of heat this all offered, but it was just too much. She felt confused and overwhelmed, the pressures keeping her moving without much sense of direction or control, and everything was simply getting to her.

His cock was so much, and the thick shaft felt perfect to be bouncing and heaving atop, allowing herself to give deeper and deeper into these joys, throwing everything into disarray and chaos without any sense of calm or care. It was what she needed, and she didn't care anymore about holding it back. Bouncing on his lap felt too good to resist, and with each push forward, she felt better and hotter, felt the depths of chaos pushing her to give in. Her pussy was being treated to the most ferocious and wicked of attentions, and she didn't want it to stop. Not when she felt so good, not when her thoughts were spiraling so utterly away from her and the throbbing pleasures pushed her to simply give in to it all. The ferocious want and the heat of giving up to this was too much to believe, and she felt better and better, allowing these cravings to plunge her into ruin.

Their bodies smacked loudly together, every plunge into this weird ferocity and chaos coming on messier and bolder. There didn't need to be any restraint to this. It was probably better if there wasn't. In fact. If the pleasure could just keep driving this all into a state of senseless surrender, abandoning any and all pretense of restraint to give up to these joys and allow them to be just what she needed. As long as the pleasure was something she could reach out to grab, there didn't need to be any shame here. Only bliss. Her pussy squeezed desperately around his cock, as if the fit weren't already tight enough, and the pleasure became too much to deal with.

Borderline delirium coursed through Itsuka's voice and rang out brightly. This public bathroom was the worst place for any of this, but Itsuka just didnt' care. Her body continued its reckless plunge into service and passion, allowing the pleasure to take her further, allowing a deepening sense of appreciation and bliss to push her to the limit and carry her into a state of wanton surrender. It felt so good, and with each push down, she let it take her further, let the pleasures become something so reason-eclipsing and senseless that she was going to come undone just throwing herself into this all. It was everything to her now, and she was happy to spiral into this state of passion.

"Cum in me," she moaned. "I don't let guys usually, but--but just do it." She was desperate. She didn't care. She just wanted to give in to this, and she didn't care a moment longer about restraint or calm. Not when she could feel this good. Not when it offered her something so grand and so chaotic. She felt overjoyed to let it push her, and she was all too eager to abandon restraint for something beautiful and glorious. The shuddering rushes of bliss and passion became all she could process, and the idea of letting Mineta have something 'special' was suddenly all she could think about, the fathomless bliss of giving in becoming too much to deal with. It burned through her body with heat and passion as strong and chaotic as could be, and she loved every weird second of it.

"With pleasure!" Mineta gasped. His hips slammed upward, and he pulled Itsuka's hips down, making sure he was deep inside of her when he let himself go and erupted right into her needy hole. Itsuka shrieked and bucked and gave in with hopeless bliss to the pleasures pushing her limit, accepting her fall into chaos and loving every weird second of this heat. It was perfection, and with each second of needy, sinking want, she showed off how ready she was to give in.

Itsuka was a bit more ready this time for the utter eruption awaiting her, her body struggling to handle it all now as Mineta pumped her absolutely full of cum, making her belly bulge out with obscene, swollen delight as his seed filled her up and she struggled to make sense of all of it. It felt too good, and the struggles upon her were stripped of anything resembling sense, but all in the name of something brilliant. Ravenous moans brightly expressed the weirdest and most chaotic of desires, showing off how ready she was to give in and to moan her way through letting it all go. She felt amazing, and the pleasures stripped her of sense, left her shaken and hungry, so wanton and dizzy that she didn't know how to handle this. It was just bliss, a passion she was eager to give up to harder.

The orgasm that ripped through Itsuka's body was nothing short of catharsis, a rush of chaos and lust pushing her to the brink of senseless surrender. It was amazing, her every thought shuddering away in a show of wild ferocity and surrender, deepening her appreciation for the bizarre fevers that it offered her. It felt good. Felt too good. Her body struggled to make sense of it all, and she welcomed the deeper throb into chaos and want. Slumping back against him with ragged delight and a shaky sense of pure joy, Itsuka tried to make sense of all these feelings, moaning in sweep approval and delight, a bit exhausted and worn down by the pleasures it offered, but she felt more certain than ever of the desire to give up to these terms.

"Wow," she whined, leaning forward and easing her chest against his face. The shaky, ragged pleasures shuddering through her left her overwhelmed. "That was amazing."

"Think you worked up an appetite with all that riding?" Mineta asked. His hands held onto her hips firmly, but he seemed to take an interest once more in the idea of having some food. "We've still got dinner to get through."

Itsuka tried to sort her thoughts out. Her stomach did feel a bit better now, and she should have been good enough to eat. "Probably something light," she said with a growing smile. The way that Mineta pivoted right back to normal and focusing on food was just another little twist into the things that were becoming a shock for Itsuka to deal with. He was being so decent with all of this, thinking the date proper and acting like a normal person. It impressed her, and left her feeling totally floored by these thoughts.

The date progressed as normal from there, with Mineta going for a kiss on the lips when he left her off at her apartment. She accepted it eagerly, very aware that he had pumped loads down her throat and into her womb before their first kiss. It was doing everything backwards, but as she stumbled up to her apartment, she found herself once more burning with frustration. That sweet scent in the air was present, but Itsuka was so immediately consumed by her concerns and confusions that she didn't even consider that it could be a problem. She got her vibrator and her dildo out, using both toys to try and tag team her holes in the hope of quelling all these desperate frustrations.

Why didn't she invite him up? Why did they leave it off there? This felt like pure madness. But even still, she shouldn't have been this horny after all of that, right? She should have been able to deal with this and cope with her frustrations, so why couldn't she? Why was Itsuka so completely powerless against the bizarre feelings? The idea she was so completely powerless and lust-wracked was baffling, and she was powerless to contend with it.

The sad truth was, Itsuka had to accept that beign this maddeningly horny wasn't something that was going to go away just because she got fucked. This was all so much more drastic than she could even begin to process, btu she was going to have to learn quickly if she wanted to be able to deal with any of it. Her night would be a long and infuriating one, but somehow, there was a weight off of her shoulders, and Itsuka felt much better and the future before her.

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In the very back of the movie theater, nobody was paying any attention to what was going on, and under cover of darkness, Mineta was out to make a risky show of his desire to fuck Itsuka. He bent her over the empty seats right in front of them and stood proudly up on his own seat to pound greedily into her snug cunt without a shred of calm or mercy, the undignified efforts making for something as direct and as chaotic as could be.

The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh was something was chaotic and bizarre as it could get. The dizzy thrills all became weirder and wilder through the ascending pleasures and building pleasures that came with this all. Itsuka looked out onto the sparsely populated movie theater, to all the people not realizing what was happening. They all watched the movie, paying full attention to what was before them and losing sight in the process of the wild fever of his relentless thrusts. Itsuka was getting her pussy ravaged, and nobody noticed or cared, which added on to a ferocious pulse of chaos and heat becoming wilder by the second.

The drip of her pussy juices onto the floor made a mess that Itsuka didn't care about cleaning up. A sticky puddle of her arousal wasn't something she had any reason to worry about, not when she was stuffed full of dick and getting ravaged by Mineta and his absolute greediest efforts. This was so much more pleasure than she felt she could handle, a spectacle growing wilder and hotter by the second, bringing with it all the satisfactions she needed most, and on a scale too wild to believe.

Mineta kept up his pace from behind, using her harder, groaning his way through turning his date perverted while he had his fun. The thrill of keeping quiet kept him eagerly hammering forward. He knew the risks, but hew also didn't care about the risks, ready to keep up a greedy desire as ferocious and as chaotic as possible. If Itsuka made too much noise, it would have made things hotter, but in the absence of that, he could at least drive Itsuka deeper into the chaos of his wanton touch. The pleasure only got stranger and fiercer, bringing him a satisfaction and a heat he craved more and more of.

Itsuka's whole body shook through these glorious thrills. It was so much more than she felt like she could handle, the intolerable desperation pushing her to bite down on her lip and avoid letting loose all the cries of bliss that this demanded. She felt delirious, utterly overwhelmed by the pleasures this granted her, wishing only that she could allow these feelings to take her deeper, a spectacle burning across her body without pause or sense. It was chaos on a frontier too messy to understand, and every second of giving in to it brought her lower still. Sex in public weas rapidly becoming something that Itsuka was happy to embrace, and the chaos it offered made her entire being shudder through these spikes of raw joy. To give up harder and hotter to these pleasures was all she craved, and she couldn't get enough of it.

Cumming made Itsuka's legs weak, and the joy of letting this all go became something more ferocious and potent than she knew how to handle. She just let it take her, allowing her thoughts to turn to dizzy mush and allowing him to fill her right up, a moaning wreck loving every wanton second of giving up like this. She had to hold back with all her will to not scream as she let go, and especially when he came insider of her, making her belly swell out once more and pushing Itsuka to a state of pure delight and delirium too steep to possibly ignore. This was everything now to her, and as he yanked her back and pulled her into his seat on him top of him, he couldn't see the screen, but that didn't matter.

Who even cared what this movie was about?

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It was just a calm shopping trip, mostly of peeking into windows and looking at things without committing to buying anything. Hand in hand, Itsuka and Mineta spent a sunny afternoon together, having a nice time and soaking in the warmth of one another's company without issue. It was normal couple stuff, expressing the deepening bond and appreciation the two of them had that they were just casually spending time in the middle of the day walking around together.

Until a sharp turn down an alley led to Mineta standing on top of a garbage can while Itsuka leaned forward and let the low cut top she wore and all the cleavage it offered become what he sank his cock right down. His hips were relentless and greedy in the heat of the moment, getting his first titfuck from Itsuka and relishing in the chaos and delight of what it offered him. "Your tits feel so nice," he groaned, throwing himself shamelessly into the spectacular rush of pleasure and delight it offered him, his every thrust pushing harder forward with anticipation burning through him and a sense of ravenous want leaving him all too eager to go for this joy.

"Use them as much as you want to," Itsuka moaned, leaning happily forward to meet his lips, learning just how forceful and attentive he could be. When Mineta made out with her, it was something grand and ferocious, his most overbearing attentions bringing her a satisfaction and a pleasure she was absolutely overjoyed to give in to. Forceful kisses made her feel dizzily submissive, ready to give in to whatever he asked, something helped along greatly by the satisfaction of letting him keep toying with her.

These public sex adventures were the only times they fucked. They never went up to Itsuka's apartment. Never met there. She found herself dizzily failing to ask him upstairs every time, or Mineta said he had work early and had to go. It made sure all of their interactions were public, save for some flirty texts here and there. Itsuka had cummed every night for the past week to a picture of Mineta's dick that he'd sent her. There was just no controlling her dizzy state now, and the thrill of always being at risk of being caught added on something brilliant to this weird heat, a chaos growing more drastic and bizarre as she allowed it to push her forward, to give in utterly. It was insanity, but she was ready for it, ready to simply give in fully.

"So fucking good," Mineta groaned. He was well on his way to the relief he needed, eager to get off and to spiral into chaos as he gave in to these grand pleasures with a sense of finality and joy. "Gonna cum. Quick, turn it around."

Itsuka drew back and pushed forward, wrapping an arm around Mineta handholding him up against her body as he turned to face the wall. Her hand grasped his cock and she helped him along to the edge of release, pointing his cock forward and stroking him through those final pushes he needed. When he erupted the hot mess of spunk splattered against the side of the building, making a big, gooey mess and letting Itsuka see her first glimpse of what a load of Mineta's looked like when it wasn't being dumped into one of her holes. He came so much, and it left her head a little bit dizzy to try and handle the sight of it all, btu she knew she really had lucked out with finding a guy like Mineta.

She pulled him back in for more kisses while she helped him put his dick away. Not only did he definitely not see her as like a sister, but even though sex was becoming more and more of a factor of their relationship, she never felt like it was all about sex. True to that point, they went to grab some lunch, and Mineta bought her a bracelet that caught her eye when they passed by a jewelry shop. It didn't feel like it was all buying her attention, either; Itsuka felt loved and adored here in ways that felt almost too great to be real, but time and again, he confirmed he was genuine.

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"What do you think of the painting?" Mineta asked, having to stand a fair distance further back than usual from the museum wall so he could look up and see the painting in full.

"Looks nice," Itsuka said. She winced tightly, trying to hold herself to some degree of sense while squirming in place. "It's really uh. Really expressive." Itsuka was smarter than this. She should have had more insights, but she was a bit distracted by the presence of an egg vibrator hidden under her dress, placed on her clit and buzzing away under the behest of the remote in Mineta's pocket. It wasn't something she had any ability to control, and he decided when to dial it up or down, which had manifested by and large as a persistent and overbearing buzz senselessly pulsing through her non-stop. She wasn't able to mount any sort of argument against it, simply squirming and wriggling where she stood, wishing she could pull back from this but only falling deeper under these attentions and the wickedness accompanying it.

Mineta kept his eye on Itsuka, admiring the struggles and panics pulling her deeper. It felt impossible not to savour these wild attentions, and the joy her felt in bringing her further into delirium and frustration brought him all the satisfaction he craved, loving what she was doing and how completely hopeless she looked. "You're doing great," he told her.

"I can't take this much longer," Itsuka whimpered, jaw trembling as she looked down at him. "Fuck. Please, Mineta, can we--" She looked around. "Can we just find somewhere?"

Mineta smirked. "Not until we're done with this exhibit," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her over to the next painting. He could smell the desperation of her arousal from where he stood, and the sticky mess ran down her legs. She was hopeless in ways he was all too eager to embrace. This was madness, but specifically a kind of madness he was happy to keep imposing upon her, knowing he could get away with it all and savouring how quickly this was turning hopeless for her.

It would all be fine. He led her off the beaten path and into a janitor's closet out of the way, and it may not have been soon enough for her liking, but in short order, she was wailing like a banshee and taking his big dick just like she needed.

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The desperate and insane truth of this situation was that Itsuka was at the end of her rope. Sex with Mineta had become a borderline fixation for her as she gave in deeper and messier each time to the pleasures and reliefs she needed, her every craving being sated through such depraved heights of chaos. It was too much, and it was consuming her life. It took over everything, left her thoughts delirious and aimless. She needed to give up to these pressures, and she needed to get over the bizarre heights she kept reaching.

She had to admit that she was hooked.

Mineta's cock had Itsuka completely worn down, fixated on whatever she could get from him and accepting a degree of powerlessness more ferocious than she could have ever imagined. It was just too much, and she had to accept that it ruled her thoughts, accepting it fully and throwing herself into the deep end, which left her finally unable to handle it any further. The public thrills she explored hadn't simply become a frustrating detachment from the chance to invite him up to her apartment, but a thrill she sought more of. It was insane to consider, but Itsuka had to confess that the dangers of getting caught were more than she could help, which was why she told him to meet up at a park so late at night. Why she dressed up in full hero uniform for this.

When he arrived at the park, he found her fully dressed like she'd just gotten off work, and figured that was precisely the reason. "Late night?" he asked, striding forward.

"No," Itsuka said, grabbing hold of him and pulling him forward. She didn't care about holding herself back a moment longer, setting him onto the bench she'd been waiting on and shoving her lips against his. She hadn't explained a damn thing, but with the forceful shove into chaos, there didn't feel like much actual reason to hold back because of that. Instead, Itsuka shoved her lips against his, starting in on the ferocious pleasures of making out with Mineta while getting his pants off. "I want you," she moaned through all these pleasures.

It was late enough that there weren't likely to be many people passing by. But even still, the bench was right along the main jogging route through the park, and as Itsuka got his cock out and hit her knees, the distinct reality was that anybody could have passed by and seen the whole thing. Itsuka knew it. That was why she had her hero costume on; it was the most exposing way to be dressed, the most destructive way to be caught. Almost nobody knew Itsuka Kendo, but the hero Battle Fist was more known, and if she was caught in such a scandalous position, then it had to be the version of her with a reputation to ruin.

Mineta knew it compeltely. He looked around, realizing how out in the open they were, groaning, "Holy shit," just in time to watch Itsuka open her mouth wide and suck his cock right down. She'd grown far more capable of handling him than she had been when she first blew him at the restaurant. Diving down to slobber all over his meaty shaft, she moved with the utmost recklessness, prepared to see the pleasures through and not caring about the dangers, which in turn had Mineta struggling to care either. "You want to get caught so bad with my cock in your mouth? Fine, let's go." He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her down harder.

The sensation of Mineta's cock pushing so deep down her throat made Itsuka gag and sputter, but she didn't hesitate. She was after something as merciless and reckless as could be, the pleasures demanding she slide deeper into surrender and heat. The joy of slurping his cock down and shamelessly slobbering all over him became her only way forward, and Itsuka didn't want to hold back the pleasures. Every motion along his cock showed off a deep, reverent chaos she was ready to embrace, throwing herself deeper into fever and surrender, moaning through these pleasures with absolutely no idea how to hold it back. She needed this, craved it deeper within herself than she could handle, and she was ready to go all out in accepting it.

She was ready. Itsuka didn't care how sloppy she got or how noisy her throating noises were. She pushed without hesitation forward to praise his cock with the messiest and most ferocious of attention, giving up to the pleasures and the desires of giving in without a moment of restraint. If she was caught, then good. Let her be caught with the fattest cock down her throat and absolutely no restraint. A hand slipped up her qipao, and she welcomed the pleasures of letting go, slobbering all over him. This was the satisfaction of pleasures she had been desperate to accept, the joy of letting go simply becoming all she knew how to do. It dominated her thoughts and kept her so dizzy and so delirious that she couldn't make heads or tails of it, but she felt better and hotter by the second.

"I knew you were getting into it," he bragged. His head rolled back, and he helped Itsuka keep pace with his hand tight on her ponytail, bobbing her head up and down his dick in a show of reckless support. He wanted her to give in to this, and her deepening attentions kept him eager, all wound up and ready. Tis felt amazing and he wanted only more of what it offered. "Keep going. Your throat feels so good. I'm going to cum hard."

This was the grand payoff to everything Mineta and the girls had been cooking up for weeks. Fucking her only in public places was intentional, leaving her desperate and ravenously horny when she got back to her apartment, which was always the fault of Setsuna sneaking some mushrooms from Kinoko into her room, hiding them and letting the potent spores induce ravenous lust inside of the needy girl. The had become a matter of pure obsession for her soon enough, turning these joys into something so dizzy and chaotic that there wasn't much left to do but succumb to all her worst wants and desires. It was an amazing mess of pleasure, a wild plunge into heat and fever and surrender that felt too weird and wild to possibly resist, thoughts reduced to mush and ready to accept her lot for all it offered her.

Now, it was paying off. Itsuka proved as desperate and as ravenous as she could possibly be, throwing herself into the pleasure without control or mercy, all in the name of getting what she needed most. She was a wreck, but the pleasure was undeniable. This was what Itsuka wanted, and her desire to spiral deeper into this madness scratched an itch that had been imposed upon her, but it was now just what she craved, just what her body desired.

Without dignity or care, Itsuka decided she wanted something spicier than letting him cum down her throat and leave no mess. She wanted a mess. Slathering his cock in throat slop and drooling all over him, a mess was all she wanted. Yanking back suddenly, she howled, "Cum all over me!" while throwing her head back. Her hands jerked off his now slick cock, and Mineta was unable to deny a request like that. He erupted all over her face and her chest, groaning in pure surrender and satisfaction, seeking out the pleasure and the delights of something that wasn't something he could fight. This was pleasure in its most exceptional and delighted form, a rush of heat that hit her just right. She took her facial, relishing in the mess it made of her and the ways that she was now utterly marked with his seed.

Mineta realized that Itsuka was getting way too into this for her own good. As hot as it was to witness her made plunge, if he didn't do something about this son, she was going to get them both caught and both in heaps of trouble. He had to do something to work against that, and the easiest way to was to grab her and take her into the bushes. "Let's get off the trail," he told her, using his grip on her ponytail to pull her into the green cover and find somewhere at least a little bit secluded.

Itsuka whimpered, openly frustrated and disappointed to not be getting rawed out in plain sight, but all she really wanted was Mineta's cock, so being dragged just a little bit off the path was fine. "I need you to fuck me," she whined, now completely delirious, intoxicated under the pressures of all her lusts and an aphrodisiac overexposure that scrambled her thoughts completely. She didn't know what to do with it all, but she found herself wholly unable to care anymore. "I'm addicted to your cock, Mineta! I can't fight it anymore. I've been trying to be a good girl because you were so respectful on our dates, but I can't anymore. I want you to treat me like a piece of meat, take me back to your place, and ream me all night long!"

Pushing up her qipao and being greeted by Itsuka's round hips and gorgeous ass, along with her sopping wet pussy dripping into the dirt, Mineta knew he had her in even more desperate ap lace than he'd wanted. His plan had overperformed, and now he was after something reckless and fiery. "Sure, fuck it, let's go," he said, getting her onto all fours behind the bushes and slamming his cock into her. "Let's get you fucked raw!"

Itsuka's howls of pleasure were borderline delirious. She was completely stripped of sense and restraint now, able to care only about the chance to give in to herm profane wants and grandest of lusts. It was just perfection for her now, her head dizzy with want and her body struggling to deal with these pleasures in anything approaching a concrete manner. Her twat was stuffed and stretched, and she didn't really need anything else to happen here, just the wild pleasure of throwing herself into this want and this fire. "I fuck myself to sleep every night thinking about you. I can't get enough of it. I'm hooked!"

This was the moment Mineta had to deliver. Ther work had already been mostly done for him, but he had to throw himself into the chaos of letting it all go, embracing the fever and wild fire of breaking her down. For weeks he'd been leading her on without any mention of the house full of other girlfriends he had, but now was time to pay it off. He had to break her down into a state of compliance and strung-out lust so steep that she didn't even bat an eye when he brought her home and she realized what had happened, let alone when he came clean about the scheme on her friends' part to help soothe her man troubles in such a fucked up and deceptive way.

So he threw everything he had into using her. He fucked her pussy raw, pushed her to a state of delirium and hunger so steep and so ferocious that she was borderline powerless against him. "I'm going to take you home," he groaned. "It's time to fix that. But first, I'm going to fuck you raw in the bushes and I'm going to leave you blacked out. You can wake up in my bed and sort the rest out."

"Yes, use me up!" Itsuka's howls of delight were still bold and fiery, brash thrills leaving her unable to contain herself. She wanted to go all out, wanted to throw herself deeper into a fire too bizarre to comprehend. Everything he boasted was simply the depth of chaos she wanted to sink into, and she needed more of him, needed him to pus her to let go. It was everything to her now, and with each slam of Mineta's meaty cock into her, she got to feel the pleasure taking her to the limit. It was incredible, driving her into such a delirious state of want and passion so grand that she didn't care a moment longer about trying to hold it all back. She just wanted it. All of it.

Even though he'd pumped plenty of loads into Itsuka's pussy, this was the one that really felt right, the one that burned hottest. He was out for something wicked and twisted, his every thrust forward plunging her deeper into panic and confusion, demanding that she simply give up fully to these pleasures and let it all go. he was out to make his mark, out to prove what he could do to her, and there wasn't a shred of restraint to be found. Only pleasure. Only fire and burning and heat. This was the one that counted, because finally, she was his. This was the one that was going to make it all perfect, and she wasn't going to be able to do a damn thing about this.

The crushing climax in store for Itsuka was proof of everything she needed so desperately to feel. She felt amazing, a shivering wreck calling out for more while sliding into utter delirium. It felt too good to deal with, her body a trembling mess ready to succumb deeper to the heat and the fire of what this all called for. Throwing her head back and howling out in pure passion, the trembling rushes of heat and desire all pushed er to an almost inconsolable state of desire and heat, one she clung to tighter and hungrier. This was a lot, and she found herself ready to go all out with blistering desperation. It was too much, and as Mineta slammed into her and pumped her pussy full, she was ready to give up utterly, ready to close her thoughts up and simply let go.

Mineta made sure to go right from creampieing her pussy to pulling out and scampering up her body. He wasn't just out to fuck her ass, he was out to ride it, balls sticking to her back and the backs of her legs as he went all out with this. "Let's see how much you can take," he groaned, ramming up her ass and getting himself into a state of pure desire and greed, caring only about the chance to make her his. Deep strokes forward made Itsuka shriek as she got to learn firsthand what insanity this offered. "I saved anal until I thought you were ready for it, but now it's time to go!" His hips plundered forward with reckless intent, seeking the most succinct frontier of pure chaos he could muster. No time to hold back, no restraint. Just greed. Only greed.

"I'm so fucking ready!" she screamed, head rolling back as she felt him stretch out a new hole. Her sex toys couldn't compare to Mineta's cock for even a moment, and her ass had never experienced anything like this before. Her hips clumsily tried to shove back, meeting him and expressing a pleasure she couldn't fully grasp. This was a lot, her thoughts aflame with dizzy thrills that accepted these pleasures as the only way forward. She felt too good to fully comprehend any of this, but she knew she wanted more, keeping the mad pace up and finding herself eager for all of it. "Fuck my ass so hard I never want another man again!"

"That's my speciality." Mineta was on the wart path, his every relentless slam forward coming on without sense or restraint, pursuing a frontier of pleasure he knew was only going to get messier and stronger with each push forward. It felt too good to resist, and he felt the pressures it brought with it, all plunging him deeper. His cock wore at her patience, pushing on to make sure that Itsuka got the fucking of a life time and that she absolutely couldn't do a damn thing about this. He cared about only one thing, and he felt ready to make it count, determined to make sure she spiraled into wild chaos and gave up fully to him.

Itsuka's plush ass provided him with plenty of cushion to slam down against, and he kept up his mad pace on her, working with impatient fire to get what he wanted and to hold nothing back. He craved it, and the pleasure of giving up to his most base and ferocious of desires was all he really cared about. Itsuka's delirious moans grew bolder and more hopeless, broadcasting her delights with so little restraint or sense that the idea of being caught seemed to be growing again, but he was well past the point of caring about that now. He was just looking to get off at any cost, and to throw himself into the deep end pursuing the pleasures this chaos all offered. He was done trying to hold anything back.

Anal play had always been something that only got Itsuka off when it came with other things, when she had a toy on her pussy or was getting fingered. Mineta's fat cock changed that for her. Suddenly, the pleasure pushing her limits was so much more demanding and fiery than she'd ever experienced before, and she felt a lack of need for any of that to hold onto her. She was delirious and wanton and ready to pursue climax without anything in her way, throwing all caution to the wind and allowing herself to crash into ecstasy as her climax hit. "Fill me!" she howled with desperate, ravenous delight, hitting her first anal-only orgasm and finding herself immediately hooked on it.

Mineta held nothing back. With a brutal slam forward, he buried himself balls deep into Itsuka's big ass and fired off his load, pumping her full and sending her crashing into chaos beyond sense. She was helpless now, struggling to even begin dealing with the pleasures behind this and spiraling into chaos all the while. It made her feel incredible, and she was lost to these joys utterly, craving them fully and accepting her cravings to slide down deeper, to simply break down. She felt too good, too ready. This was everything to her now. But as his thick cum came up from inside of her, the sheer volume of his load provided some nasty surprises that Itsuka was in no way prepared to take on.

His load gushed its way from within her, and she found herself throwing up his cum as it came out from the other end. The sensation was exhausting and unlike anything she'd ever felt before, her stomach aching and her head spinning, and as she pithed forward to spit up all of his cum onto the ground, she realized he wasn't actually done. He was still thrusting, ready for another round immediately, ready to keep pushing Itsuka's limits, and even if she didn't want to let him, how could she have stopped him?

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Spread out in front of the living room window, Itsuka's body happily pressed in tight. People were passing by. A lot of them stared right at her as she got drilled from behind in the window. She didn't care. "I want them all to see me," she whined, eyes rolled back, pure delirium hitting her. It was the middle of the day, and in the luxurious new house she'd just moved into, she wanted to make an impact on the neighbors. "Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop owning me!"

That night in the park, Mineta fucked her ass three or four times in total before she blacked out and awoke surrounded by her friends in the master bedroom, trying to piece together even the beginnings of what had happened and what it all meant. It was a lot to deal with, but in the end, she figured out most of it, including the fact that Kinoko and Setsuna had conspired to drug her room all those many nights. She didn't mind. Within a week, her apartment was boxed up and she was living now in the big house with Mineta's other girls.

"I'm so glad I never questioned the weird smell in my room," she whined. "I didn't need it to love you, but I don't think I could have accepted all of this craziness if you didn't force my mind and my legs open!"