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Ochako was slammed into the wall and she gasped in pain. Capture tape whipped around her wrists and bound her to something above her she couldn’t see. She tugged as hard as she could but the tape wouldn’t budge and she was exhausted. Finally she slumped against the wall, panting, and looked around for anything that might help her escape.

The apartment was in disarray – this whole area of the city had been damaged and Ochako had been searching for one last victim who’d been reported trapped in this building. She was in the bedroom and one whole wall had been blown out, through which she could hear the continuing sounds of battle.

“Oh, Ochako, you’re all beaten up and bloody...” a silhouette prowled toward her in the shadow of the apartment hallway, but Toga’s distinctive voice sent a thrill of fear through Ochako. Toga emerged into the light, her eyes roaming over the tears in Ochako’s damaged hero suit and that familiar depraved grin on her face. “You look so sexy!”

Ochako gave a last, desperate struggle to pull her wrists free from the capture tape, but to no avail. Her breasts wobbled with her frantic motions and Toga was staring at them unashamedly, blushing harder and harder.

“There was no survivor in this building, was there? It was just you trying to lure me in,” Ochako said, wracking her brains. She had to buy time until she could come up with a plan or another hero turned up looking for her. But it was so hard to think with Toga still coming towards her, with the acute awareness of her ravaged hero suit showing way more skin than she was comfortable with and Toga visibly enjoying every inch of bare skin.

“That’s right! And it worked so well. You’re so sweet and so predictable, Ochako. I knew you’d come running.” She pressed her fingertips to the undersides of Ochako’s breasts and jiggled them. “Running right to me, your beautiful tits bouncing away! Hee hee...”

“Ah!” Ochako squirmed, her face getting hot. There was a big hole in her suit right on the underside of one of her breasts, and Toga was touching the bare skin. Her fingers were so warm and soft, and Ochako felt ashamed at the way her body responded.

“Looks like you’re enjoying this, Ochako… am I wrong?” Toga caressed the exposed parts of Ochako’s breasts – which there were quite a lot of – and Ochako gritted her teeth and pressed her lips together, trying to hold back any sound of pleasure she might make. “Your suit is all torn up, it’s like you’re putting yourself on display just for me.”

“That’s not true!” Ochako burst out.

“So you’re not getting off on this? Not even a little bit?” Toga gave her a sly, knowing look. “You knew I was around, know I pull this kind of thing all the time, but you still came running into this building all on your own – without backup. Or one of your little hero pals would be here by now.”

She leaned really close, so she could whisper in Ochako’s ear, “Were you really that careless? Or did you want this to happen, Ochako?”

No! That was a lie. It didn’t matter that this was way too close to the fantasies she’d have whenever they ran into each other – the fantasies that had her lying in bed with her vibrator, moaning out “Himiko” as she came. The fantasies she’d been having more and more frequently as time went by…

“S-someone will come looking for me,” Ochako said, cursing how breathy her voice sounded.

“Yeah, eventually! So I better take what I want quick before we’re interrupted.” She pulled back and looked deep into Ochako’s eyes, blushing furiously and looking, if anything, bashful. “The truth is, it’s… it’s not just your blood I wanna drink, Ochako-chan!”

Ochako’s eyes widened as she imagined Toga on her knees in front of her, lapping at her pussy, drinking up her come. With Toga touching her breasts like that, the mental image in her head and the effect being around Toga just seemed to have on her, she was already soaking wet.

“Are you thinking something perverted, Ochako?” Toga asked with a sneaky grin, making Ochako flinch with guilt. She stroked her hands down the front of Ochako’s body until her fingertips were only a few inches above her pussy. “The truth is I can see how wet you are, even through your suit. Speaking of which, isn’t it a little bit too tight? I like it...” she pinched the fabric of Ochako’s suit between her thumbs and forefingers, tugged it up and wiggled it around. This time Ochako couldn’t help gasping with pleasure.

It was true – she had filled out a bit and she was uncomfortably aware of how it pulled too tight across her breasts and ass, and try as she might she couldn’t get it to stop slipping between her pussy lips. It had been impacting her performance, actually, because the seam was in exactly the right spot to rub against her clit. She would be receiving an updated hero suit next week… fat lot of good that did her.

And with Toga playing with her suit like that, the seam was rubbing back and forth against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She gritted her teeth, determined not to make another sound, and her whole body trembled as she held as still as possible – even though she wanted to wiggle her hips and try to rub harder against the seam.

“Stop this!” Ochako panted, “There’s a battle still going on out there. People could be dying while you’re toying with me in here… I could save them!”

“And I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get to keep touching you. Isn’t that more important, Ochako-chan?” Toga ran her hands up Ochako’s sides and she couldn’t help feeling her stomach drop with disappointment as the stimulation on her clit lessened. How could anyone be so cruel? Did she have no morals whatsoever?

“And don’t you feel like you’ll die too, Ochako? If I stop touching you? I think that’s way more important...” Toga ghosted the tips of her fingers over Ochako’s breasts in circles, getting closer and closer to her nipples. She looked like she completely believed what she was saying.

“Y-you… how can you be so heartless?” Ochako almost sobbed. It was taking everything she had not to arch her back and press her breasts into Toga’s hands. She knew she should care about the battle, the civilians, the potential casualties, but…

Toga pouted, “That’s mean,” pulled a knife out of her belt and sliced the front of Ochako’s hero suit so her breasts were completely exposed. “You’re right… but still, mean.”

“Kyah!” Ochako jerked with pain and, looking down, saw that Toga’s knife had drawn blood – there was a tiny cut on her right breast, crossing over her areola. It wasn’t even deep enough for blood to flow out, but it stung.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get you like that. Want me to kiss it better?” Toga grabbed Ochako’s breast, lifted it up and kissed the little cut right where it crossed over her areola. Her chin pressed into the bud of Ochako’s nipple.

“Nnnh!” Ochako groaned and trembled violently as she put all her willpower into holding still. If she move just a little she could get her nipple against Toga’s lips… oh, that would feel so good!

“Mmm… Ochako, your tits are soooo nice and soft...” Toga squeezed Ochako’s breast and ran the tip of her tongue over the whole length of the cut. It felt so good! Nobody had touched Ochako like this before, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Even the slight painful sting of Toga licking her cut only seemed to make everything feel even more pleasurable…

“Ah!” Shame filled Ochako as she made another sound of pleasure. What was she doing? She needed to try and end this and get back out there. One more try, then…

“G-Gunhead… Martial Arts!” Ochako pulled up, whipping her legs out to try and wrap them around Toga’s neck. If this succeeded she could choke her into submission, maybe even knock her out, and from there maybe get hold of the knife and use it to cut herself loose...

But Toga was a blur, swaying aside from the attack so fast the only contact Ochako managed to get was to graze her cheek with one knee. She tried for a follow up kick, but again was a moment too slow as Toga darted back out of range.

Toga laughed breathlessly. “Oh Ochako, you’re so much fun! I better do this quickly, otherwise you might actually be able to hold me off long enough for one of your silly little friends to come to your rescue!”

She was in Ochako’s face again before she could even blink - and she had her Slurp Mask covering her face again. “And neither of us really want that, do we? Ochako-chan?” She lifted two of her syringes and jabbed them into Ochako – emptying whatever chemical they contained right into Ochako’s breasts and making Ochako squeak and jerk with pain. She very gently extracted them, swabbed the incisions with disinfectant-soaked gauze (that stung!) and pressed small square plasters to them all before Ochako could react. She couldn’t believe how fast she had moved!

“Wh-what did you just do to me?” Ochako gasped, staring down at the two little plasters on her breasts.

“The League scientists are so nice… I came to them with this idea for something I’d use to humiliate and degrade heroes I capture and they whipped it up for me right away! It should be taking effect any moment now.” She stroked Ochako’s breasts and stared at them eagerly.

“Nnnnnnh...” Ochako’s breasts tingled and her whole body flushed. She started to pant and she could swear her pussy got even wetter. She was too warm. She wanted Toga’s hands on her, wanted her to squeeze her breasts – wanted her to suck them. Her nipples went hard, so hard it hurt, and all she could think about was Toga wrapping her lips around them, sucking! She started to whimper as the feeling intensified, her breasts tingling, feeling so full, almost painfully so… she was convinced the only way to get relief was for Toga to touch them, to suck them!

Toga’s eyes widened with delight and Ochako could tell she was smiling even beneath the slurp mask. She grabbed Ochako’s breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She sense of fullness eased a tiny bit as droplets of milk beaded at the tips of her nipples and flowed down.

This was when Ochako finally lost control. She gave a hoarse cry of pleasure and arched her back forward, pressing her breasts into Toga’s hands. Toga obliged her, squeezing down hard and making more milk squirt out of her nipples and onto the front of Toga’s sweater. “Oh, you like it!” Toga squealed gleefully, “And there’s so much… ooooh, we can’t waste it… I like my coffee strong and milky so I need a lot...”

She pulled out two of her tubes, but these, instead of syringes, had suction cups attached. She clamped them onto Ochako’s nipples, tugged them, flicked them to make sure they were on tight. Milk squirted out into them and was sucked up as Toga squeezed her breasts, and one of the previously empty containers on Toga’s belt starting filling up with Ochako’s milk.

This was unreal, absurd. Ochako couldn’t believe this was happening to her. “S-stop!” she moaned, but the wanton way she said it made it sound more like she was begging Toga to keep going. And she wanted that… didn’t want that… did she?

“I will if that’s what you really want… because I like you so much, Ochako!” Toga stopped squeezing, pulled down her slurp mask and tilted Ochako’s chin up to look earnestly into her eyes. “Just say it. ‘Please stop, Himiko-chan.’ And I’ll leave right now.”

“P-please...” Ochako whispered, tears forming in her eyes. It was so hard to speak. “Please stop, Himiko-chan.”

“Okay!” Toga started to disengage and Ochako felt a weird lurch of mixed relief and disappointment – regret, like she wanted to blurt out no, I didn’t mean it… come back!

Just as Toga was about to pull off the suction cups, she changed grip and gave Ochako’s breasts an extra hard squeeze. “Just kidding! Tee hee! I wouldn’t be much of a villain if I let you go, would I? And besides...” she leaned in really close, so close their eyelashes were brushing, “I don’t think that’s what you really want, is it?”

Before Ochako could process the absurd mix of betrayal, fear, relief and arousal, Toga flipped a valve on one of her tubes and there was an obscene slurping noise from inside her mask. “I should be saving it for later but I can’t help it… I need a taste.” Her eyes fluttered closed, she blushed redder than Ochako had ever seen her and she moaned with pure pleasure. “Oh wow… you taste sooo good!”

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Not when she couldn’t even see Toga drinking her up – not when her breasts felt incredible but her nipples weren’t receiving the slightest bit of stimulation apart from the milk squirting out of them. She wanted Toga to suck her nipples, wanted her to use those sharp teeth! She wanted it so bad she was practically crying with frustration. Toga was doing all this and she wasn’t even going to do it so Ochako could see?

“Oh? What’s wrong, Ochako?” Toga asked in a dazed voice, like she was high, “Are you upset?”

Hmph! She would never give Toga the satisfaction of knowing what she was thinking.

“You wanna taste?” The next thing Ochako knew, Toga had disconnected a tube from her slurp mask, roughly opened Ochako’s mouth and shoved it inside.

Warm! Her own warm milk was dripping onto her tongue – Toga was squeezing her breast much more gently than just now, so a lot less was flowing out. Ochako tried to spit the tube out but Toga held it fast, and she couldn’t help but taste.

Sweet… she tasted sweet! And as she gave a tentative suck on the tube, she felt the answering suction on her nipple and the strange, delightful sensation of milk rushing out of her. This was so, so wrong, but she couldn’t help herself.

“That’s so sexy!” Toga squealed, tugging the tube out and opening Ochako’s mouth. “You’ve got it on your lips and tongue! I’m so lucky I get to see this!” And she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.

Ochako barely even noticed. All she knew was that the suction had stopped and she really felt like she could come if only, if only Toga would suck her tits. What kind of hero are you? A small voice screamed at her from the back of her head.

“What else would you like, Ochako? Hmm? You look like you want something… why don’t you tell me?”

All Ochako could do was squirm. She was going to explode if Toga didn’t do something. “Y-you can let me go...” she said in a shaky, unconvincing voice, “You can t-turn yourself in.”

Toga actually laughed. “Why are you lying? We like each other don’t we, Ochako? You can’t pretend you don’t like me back, not with the way you’re looking at me. I can tell. I know you want something so why don’t you just tell me?” She pulled down her slurp mask and licked her lips, her tongue flicking along the tips of her overlong, sharp canines.

That’s what did it. Ochako made a noise that turned from a whimper, to a whine, to an outright cry. “Suck me,” she finally begged, “S-suck my tits!”

“Like this?” Toga reattached the tube to her slurp mask and pulled it back up over her mouth.

“No!” Ochako shouted, “Your mouth. On my tits. P-p-p-p-please!”

“Only if you call me Himiko-chan,” Toga said with a little pout, as if she really was hurt that Ochako didn’t call her that to start with.

“Please. Please suck my tits, H...” Ochako swallowed heavily. The guilty voice in her head was howling louder than ever before, telling her to do anything, anything other than this. Could she even still call herself a hero if she went over this line? No. No, she couldn’t.

Don’t cross that line, Ochako. Don’t do it.

“Please suck my tits, H-Himiko-chan,” she said, looking aside and lowering her eyes in shame. She felt so, so ashamed and humiliated.

“Oh, Ochako-chan! You asked!” Toga grabbed both of Ochako’s breasts and pressed them together so her nipples were touching, and leaned down.

Every negative emotion vanished from Ochako as Toga’s soft lips closed around her nipples. She cried out in pleasure and arched her whole body forward so her breasts pillowed against Toga’s cheeks. Even that motion made milk drip out of her breasts – but then Toga started to suck in earnest, and squeeze with her hands – hard. Really hard. Toga’s tongue lashed over her nipples and her sharp canines kept nicking Ochako’s breasts – the pain of the little nips only made Ochako feel more pleasure.

She could come. She swore she was going to come if Toga kept this up. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding on nothing, but then Toga was there, sliding her thigh in between Ochako’s, her short skirt hiked up around her hips, and finally, finally Ochako had something to grind on – the smooth, firm length of Toga’s thigh – and if she angled it right she could rub her clit on the seam of her too-tight hero suit, get it trapped between her pussy and Toga’s thigh, and…

She came, grinding furiously on Toga’s thigh, arching her back to press her breasts even more firmly into Toga’s mouth even though Toga was already biting, sucking and squeezing so hard it hurt. Toga bit down especially hard and she felt her canines pierce her breasts – the pain only made her orgasm more intense.

Finally she shuddered, slowing down, as her clit started to get oversensitive and her orgasm died away – although powerful aftershocks races through her.

“Oh, Ochako, you taste so gooooood...” Toga drew back and beamed at Ochako. She lapped up the last of the milk shining on her lips and chin – and a few droplets of blood from where she’d bitten into Ochako’s breasts, too.

While Ochako was still trying to catch her breath, Toga dropped to her knees. “But I wanna taste this, too...” Bringing out her knife again, she sliced more of Ochako’s her suit off to bare her pussy – and immediately pressed her mouth to it, lapping at Ochako’s come-soaked curls and her dripping, swollen pussy.

“Ah! H-Himiko-chan, it’s too much! I-I just came...” Ochako squirmed, trying to get away, but Toga was relentless. She was so eager her canines were nicking Ochako’s pussy a little, too. “H-Himiko-chan!”

Toga reached up to fondle Ochako’s breasts more, pinching and twisting her nipples as she ate Ochako out. Fuck, she was so oversensitive Toga’s tongue on her clit was equal parts pain and pleasure – Ochako’s body was still thrumming with aftershocks from her last orgasm – she was all fuzz – she felt like she was going to faint, or even die from what Toga was doing to her.

When she came again she did so with a scream and shaky jerks of her hips, desperate to grind on Toga’s face for more pleasure but wincing with hypersensitivity at the same time. Come and milk rushed out of her as Toga expertly sucked her clit and played with her nipples, until she had no more to give.

Finally, finally she pulled away, and Ochako sagged so heavily she thought her shoulders might dislocate from the weight of her body pulling on the capture tape. Toga caught her, sliced her free of the tape and lay her on the ground.

At that point a voice drifted up from below. “She’s up there – in that building! Near the top floor! She’s screaming, some villain must be torturing her!”

“I have to leave you now, Ochako-chan,” Toga purred, taking off her big, fluffy winter coat and draping it over Ochako. “I wanted to leave you all tied up and laid bare when people discovered you, for you to be humiliated to the max, but I think I’ll let you decide if you want that to happen. You can always just throw the coat open and lie there! Hehe.”

All Ochako could do was lie there weakly, still recovering from what had just happened. She reached a hand out towards Toga, who was heading out the doorway.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see you soon, Ochako-chan!”

And then she was gone.

Ochako’s last thought, as she drifted into unconsciousness, was that she couldn’t believe Toga had done all that to her… but hadn’t even kissed her.

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That night Ochako was trying to process everything that had happened. She felt numb inside, but her body was a different story. She had the usual post-mission aches and pains, of course, but this time Toga had left different marks.

She had just taken a long, hot shower and was standing in front of the mirror, staring at her body – specifically her breasts. There was a long, thin scratch across one breast, right across the areola. Two pinpricks where Toga had stabbed her with her needles and injected that substance. Two puncture marks, one above each nipple, where Toga had sunk her canines in, and a number of other bite marks and scratches. Even two rows of light bruising from Toga’s hands squeezing so hard.

And her pussy… as she stroked her fingers through her damp brown curls, she could see tiny little scratches where Toga’s teeth had nicked her.

Just thinking about what Toga had done to her made her feel so humiliated and ashamed – but at the same time, she couldn’t escape how her body responded. She could see, right in front of her in the mirror, her pussy get aroused. Her lips were parted and swollen, glistening with come. She gently parted her folds and used her thumb to pull up her clitoral hood – it was swollen, begging to be touched.

She instinctively checked the door, but she had forgotten she now had her own room at Ryukyu agency, with an en suite bathroom. Nobody would be walking in on her.

Her first time. That had been her first sexual experience with another person and…

She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but her phone buzzed from the other room before she could even start to sort through the tangled mess of her emotions.

She hurried over and picked it up – an unknown number. When she opened it, she almost deleted it straight away – but she couldn’t help but stare.

It was the picture Toga had taken of her earlier that day. She could see every detail of the suction cups attached to her nipples, with milk squirting into them. Her mouth was open and she looked totally blissed out, like she was high or something. She had her own milk on her tongue, on her lips, and a little bit down her chin and splattered on the tops of her breasts.

She threw the phone on the bed with a shriek and grabbed handfuls of her hair. That was so utterly humiliating! What would Toga do? Would she share the images? Ochako would be ruined if that happened… she’d never be able to face her classmates, her parents, her friends, anybody…

The phone buzzed again and, feeling sick to her stomach, Ochako picked it up.

It was a video message. Hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the phone, she pressed play.

“Hey Ochako-chan! Hope you’re having a nice evening! I know it’s late but I just can’t help myself, I need to make some coffee...” she was in a kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She put the pot aside and dumped three heaped teaspoons of sugar into the mug, humming an off-key tune all the while. “And now – ah! Time to add milk.”

She pulled a container into view and Ochako’s stomach lurched as she recognized it – the same one her milk had been flowing into earlier. She knew she should stop watching, delete the photo and video and block the number – but somehow she couldn’t.

“Here we go! I make my coffee really strong so I need a lot of milk...” with one hand she opened the container and poured some milk into her coffee, accidentally splashing some down the side of the mug. And wow, she really did take her coffee strong, judging from how much milk she needed to put in to get it to that color.

Toga put the container down and swiped up some of the spilled milk from the counter and the side of the mug – then popped the finger into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked it off, and she made a distinctly sexual moan. “Oh Ochako… so tasty… now let’s try...” She picked up the mug and blew on it… blew again… kept blowing… and Ochako was trembling with anticipation.

Finally Toga took a sip and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Ochako-chan… you’ve ruined all other milk for me. How can I have any other milk in my coffee when yours makes it taste this good?”

Ochako knew she should be feeling ashamed right now, or something, but she was captivated by the expression of pure pleasure on Toga’s face. If anything, she was feeling proud – proud that her milk tasted so nice it could make Toga look and sound like that.

Disgusting. Disgusting! How could you think that, Ochako? She berated herself.

“Oh, by the way… don’t worry about me leaking that cute pic of you to the press… I want to keep it all to myself. Anyway, I’ll need some more milk from you Ochako-chan, so I’ll see you soon… maybe we can go on a date?” Toga smiled and winked, but there was something a little bit shy about the way she did it… like she was…

Like she was afraid of being rejected.

Ochako closed the video, her heart racing. She felt dizzy. Her thumb hovered over the delete button.

She pressed play again, instead. And as Toga started talking, she reached into her bedside table, pulled out her vibrator, and began to masturbate.

She replayed the video again, and again, and again, until she came, the vibrator ekeing yet another orgasm out of her overstimulated pussy – her eyes fixed on Toga’s face, whimpering, “Himiko-chan… Himiko-chan!”

*

The next morning Ochako was awakened by a gentle tapping at her door. “Ochako-chan, are you awake? Wanna join us for breakfast?” Tsu’s muffled voice came through the door. “Or do you want us to bring you something?”

Ochako groaned, rolled over and checked her phone – she’d been so exhausted she’d slept right through her alarm. Actually, she still felt like she could sleep all day. “No,” she called out hoarsely, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay – we’ll be in the garden,” Tsu said before her footsteps retreated down the hall.

Ochako knew she’d look like crap, but she didn’t have the energy to put much effort into her appearance, so she just splashed water on her face, brushed her teeth and threw on whatever clothes she had lying around. Screw appearances today.

Her phone buzzed as she was heading out of the room, and she snatched it up.

i thought it w ld be selfish to keep all your delicious milk to myself, so i sent u some! Maybe u can send me a selfie of you drinking it, Ochako-chan? <3<3<3

Ochako stuffed her phone in her pocket and raced downstairs and out to the garden area, drawing surprised looks from the interns and sidekicks. When she got there she saw Ryukyu, Tsu and Nejire around a small patio table. She would’ve been touched that Ryukyu herself had showed up just to have breakfast with her – it was such an overt sign of support for an intern you could almost call it favoritism – but she was too scared.

“Ochako-chan!” Tsu and Nejire called out to her, beaming and waving as she raced up and glared around with wild eyes.

“Uraraka-san, glad you could join us,” Ryukyu said with a great deal more decorum, taking a sip from a china teacup. “I thought you might not be up to it, after your ordeal yesterday, but…”

The three of them took in Ochako’s frantic, disheveled appearance. “What’s wrong, Ochako-chan?” Tsu and Nejire said in tandem, while Ryukyu said, “If you’re not feeling up to it we’d be glad to bring everything up to your room.”

There didn’t seem to be any threat, or any container that very obviously had Ochako’s milk written on it, so Ochako started to relax. “Sorry, everybody,” she sighed, slumping into one of the chairs and deflating. “I’m just a little on edge...”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” Ryukyu nodded wisely. “Here, why don’t you have some tea? We have a selection of pastries here too, and if those don’t take your fancy, I can have the chef make you whatever you like.”

“Th-thanks… anything will be fine...”

Ryukyu put her cup down and started pouring Ochako some tea. Ochako’s head spun and she was getting butterflies in her tummy. The Ryukyu – the Dragon Hero herself – was pouring her a cup of tea like it was nothing! That was almost enough to distract her from everything that was worrying her.

“Oh, this should cheer you up, Ochako-chan!” Nejire said, picking a bottle up from the table and holding it out to her. “Look! One of the civilians you rescued yesterday just dropped it off.”

“Sugar? Milk?” Ryukyu asked solicitously.

“U-uh… just milk please?” Ochako was feeling overwhelmed and having trouble keeping up.

Ryukyu nodded and added some milk from a cute little china pot as Nejire went on, “Yeah! She was so impressed by you she said she just had to give you a gift. Take a look!”

“It was very sweet of her,” Ryukyu said, piling way too many pastries onto a plate and setting it in front of Ochako next to her cup of tea. “You must have left quite an impression – but after all, you do have the makings of a great hero so it should come as no surprise.”

Ryukyu sat down and took another sip of tea as Ochako reached for the bottle. “What is it?” Ochako asked.

“Well, she said her family owns a farm,” Tsu said, curled up on her chair with her hands clasped around her own cup of tea. “And they’re well known for their milk, so she sent some to us.”

Ochako’s hand froze on the way to the bottle, and she stared at it.

“She said it was from their prize cow!” Nejire added, trying to press the bottle into Ochako’s hands.

“It really is quite delicious,” Ryukyu said, licking her lips daintily as she set down her now-empty teacup. She poured herself some more tea. “I must say, it makes me proud to think our homeland, Japan, produces such lovely milk.”

“I’m not normally a milk person, but even I liked it,” Tsu said.

Ryukyu picked up the little pot of milk that was still on the table and poured a generous splash into her cup of tea.

“Here, try some!” Nejire said, unscrewing the bottle and dipping one finger in.

Ryukyu stirred a spoon of sugar into her cup of tea.

Nejire popped her finger right into Ochako’s mouth. There was no mistaking it. She had tasted this same milk yesterday. It was the same milk Toga had put in her coffee last night. This was Ochako’s milk.

“Isn’t it nice?” Nejire said, beaming, dipping another finger into the bottle of milk and sticking it into her own mouth. “Mmm!” She licked her lips and dipped her finger into the bottle again.

“You should try some with the tea,” Ryukyu said, lifting her teacup to her lips and taking another sip.

“Are you okay, Ochako-chan?” Tsu asked, her eyes wide with concern.

Ochako flipped the table, sending plates, pastries, teacups and saucers everywhere. While they were all wide eyed in shock, she lunged forward and slapped the teacup out of Ryukyu’s hand so hard it broke into pieces on the floor. Then she turned, snatched the bottle out of Nejire’s hands and screwed the lid back on tight.

“Uraraka-san!” Ryukyu drew herself up to her full, intimidating height, much the same as she did when she was about to turn into her dragon form. Her eyes narrowed in disapproval. “What is the meaning of this?”

Ochako cast around for something plausible to say, some lie… “I-i-i-it could be p-poisoned!” She brandished the milk bottle at them, acutely aware that interns, sidekicks and staff were racing into the garden to see what all the commotion was about. “There were villains at the scene! You don’t know! You don’t know!”

“But we verified her identify,” Tsu said, holding her hands up placatingly and looking very upset, “She was definitely one of the civilians you rescued yourself, Ochako-chan...”

“Himi- I mean, Toga was there, you know what she can do! How do you know… H-how? W-what if?” Ochako raved, starting to hyperventilate.

“We already thoroughly tested the milk for poison and any other abnormal substances. It’s routine, we always check gifts for this sort of thing – you know that, Uraraka-san.” Ryukyu’s expression had changed from disapproval to genuine concern. “Besides, what would the league of villains have to gain from delivering a simple bottle of milk?”

“Come on, Ochako-chan, people are staring...” Nejire’s eyes were full of tears as she pleaded, “Yesterday is over. It’s a new day and you’re here with us. You’re safe now, Ochako-chan...”

“Don’t call me that!” Ochako snapped, pushed past Nejire, ran back to her room and locked the door.

She paced her room, tugging at her hair, and her phone buzzed again – another message from Toga. wheres my milk-drinking selfie, Ochako-chan? >:3

Ochako threw her phone at the wall, tearing the wallpaper and cracking the screen. She accidentally dropped the milk bottle and it rolled across the floor to clank to rest against one of the bed’s legs.

Her eyes blurred with tears, she crawled across the room to retrieve her phone. She wiped the tears out of her eyes, sniffled and stared at Toga’s texts.

Milk-drinking selfie.

She typed out a message as if in a daze, as if some other force had taken over her body and was making her do it. Only if you send me something first.

The reply came back so fast anyone else would’ve been embarrassed. anything for you, ochako-chan!

Anything? What did she want?

I wanna see your tits.

She waited for awhile, but there was no reply. She stared at the milk bottle until she couldn’t stand it, then double texted.

You got to see mine but I never got to see yours. It’s not fair.

She picked up the milk bottle, held it against her chest and lay on the bed staring at her phone.

It buzzed, and before it could even finish buzzing she’d swiped the phone open. She sat up in bed very, very slowly, her mouth falling open.

Ochako had seen breasts before, of course – in the changing rooms, by accident, or when somebody’s (most likely Momo’s) hero suit got damaged, but this was different. None of those accidental sightings had provoked this rush of heat, the throb in her clit, the sudden wetness. Toga had taken a selfie from above, her tits squeezed together, carelessly dripping some of Ochako’s milk over them. Droplets of milk were running down over her cute, pert brown nipples. Her tongue was poking out between her sharp teeth – so cute! And her expression was a mix of cheeky and shy.

wish you were here to lick it off, Ochako-chan…

The thought of getting her mouth and tongue on Toga’s breasts, lapping up that milk, biting, sucking… Without conscious thought, Ochako slipped one hand into her panties and started sliding one finger through her already wet folds. The longer she stared at the selfie the more turned on she got, until she was swirling her fingertip in fast circles over her clit.

weres my reward? :(

Of course… Ochako regretfully stopped masturbating so she could unscrew the lid of the milk bottle and look inside. What would be sexiest? Or… maybe she should make it less sexy, just to fuck with her? Then again, it seemed like Toga would get turned on by just about anything. She settled for a demure selfie of her taking a drink straight from the milk bottle – of course, she didn’t actually drink any, just pretended.

how do i know ur not cheating?

I’m not! Ochako tapped back guiltily. Her pussy gave an insistent throb – she really, really wanted to finish herself off, but...

i wanna see it on your tongue.

That was too far! Ochako slapped the phone face down on the bed, fully intending to ignore Toga and finish herself off, but… she raised the bottle and looked at it. Surely just a little wouldn’t hurt. She got her phone ready, tilted the bottle and dripped some milk on her tongue. It was hard doing it while trying to get a good selfie, and she accidentally poured too much out, so it spilled over her lips, down her chin and spattered on her t-shirt.

It was sweet. So sweet. Ochako had no idea her own milk would taste like this… it was repulsive, what had been done to her – this whole situation was repulsive – drinking her own milk when it had been forced out of her like that? But it tasted so good. Full of guilt, Ochako licked the last of the milk off her lips, using her fingertips to collect every bit that had spilled down her chin and licking that up, too.

She took her thumb off the capture button on her phone and realized she’d had it on video record all along. Watching it made her cringe – she looked like an amateur making home pornography taking a cum shot for the first time. But if this was a video of someone else, Ochako thought there would be something really sexy and endearing about the innocence, the lack of experience.

Toga would think it was sexy, right? Ochako sent it, then immediately regretted it, covering her burning face with both hands. What if she thought it was stupid or amateur? What if she didn’t like it? Ochako didn’t think she could bear it.

Her phone rang and she snatched it up to answer it.

“Ochako-chan, you picked up so fast! It didn’t even ring once,” Toga sounded delighted.

“W-well… I had my phone in my hand,” Ochako answered weakly, pulling her knees up to her chest and covering her breasts, even though there was nobody there to conceal herself from.

“Your video was so sexy, Ochako… I wish I could’ve been there to see you drink up your own milk like that,” Toga sighed dreamily. “If I were there right now I’d want to do other things with you too.”

“Oh? L-like what?” Ochako said in a very small, breathy voice.

“I’d kiss you real deep, so I could taste the milk on your tongue. Then I’d take that t-shirt off you so I could take another look at your beautiful tits… I bet they’re all nice and marked up for me, aren’t they, Ochako-chan?”

Ochako felt a pang of longing at the thought of Toga doing this to her – particularly kissing her. It had been so long since she’d been kissed. She swallowed heavily and stroked her breasts through her t-shirt. “You… you bit me,” she said, and her voice trembled a little. “And you were really rough.”

“Can I see?”

Why the hell was she doing this? She should just hang up. Instead, she took her t-shirt off and did as Toga asked. The puncture marks had closed up a little, but the bruising was more apparent around the bite marks, and in rows on the sides of her breasts where Toga had really dug her fingers in. The picture didn’t do justice to how vivid the marks were, but she sent it anyway.

“Wow,” Toga said, “The marks are so beautiful, Ochako-chan. Your tits are so beautiful… and you look so cute! The way you’re blushing, and you look so embarrassed...” Toga giggled. “You are so cute, Ochako-chan… and so pretty.”

“S-stop...” Ochako said, feeling herself blush even harder than before. She couldn't help but smile. She thinks I’m cute and pretty!

“You look kinda horny too, Ochako. What are you doing right now?”

Ochako’s hand drifted back to the waistband of her panties. “I-I’m just in bed.”

“I wish I was there,” Toga breathed, her voice deeper and huskier, and her normal playful, teasing tone was gone – instead she sounded incredibly intense and turned on. “I’d wanna eat you out again. I had to rush yesterday, because I didn’t wanna get caught… but if I were there right now, I’d really take my time.”

Fuck. Ochako could only imagine how good it would feel for Toga to eat her out when she hadn’t just orgasmed – to go slowly, take her time… she slipped her hand back into her panties and started playing with her clit again. She glanced over at the door – yes, it was locked.

“I’d really like it if you would touch yourself, Ochako-chan – for me, since I can’t be there. Unless you’re already doing it?”

“N-no,” Ochako lied, continuing to rub her clit in small circles. But it was only a matter of time until she couldn’t hold back sounds of pleasure. Maybe she should hang up.

“Would you? For me?”

“Say please,” Ochako said.

“Please, Ochako-chan? Please would you touch yourself for me?”

“Nnnh...” Now Ochako did let out a little moan of pleasure, and it felt so good to be able to voice it.

“What are you doing?” Toga sounded really excited now.

“I’m...” Ochako swallowed heavily, suddenly feeling shy. “I’m rubbing my… rubbing my c-clit.”

“Put me on speaker,” Toga said, sounding very flustered herself, “So you can play with your tits. With your other hand.”

Ochako did as she was told, lying flat on the bed with the phone next to her. “A-ah! They’re sore. From yesterday. I-it hurts a little.” Especially on the bruises and the bite marks around her nipples.

“You can do whatever you want. Hurt yourself or don’t… I just want you to feel good, Ochako-chan. I wanna hear you come.”

“Fuck!” Ochako gasped as she fondled her tits roughly. It hurt! It really did – but the pain felt so fucking good – and her nipples were so sensitive from the way Toga had bitten and sucked them so hard yesterday. She pinched them and twisted them just about as hard as she could stand, hard enough that she couldn’t help gasping, “Ah… Ow! Ow ow ow ow…”

“Oh Ochako-chan, I wish I could do this to you myself.” Toga was clearly out of breath. “I wish I could be there hurting you and pleasuring you like that.”

Ochako was already getting close. It felt so good to hurt herself this way – every bit of pain gave her an answering throb of pleasure in her pussy. “I’m so close...” she groaned, rubbing her clit faster and faster.

“Come for me, Ochako-chan. I wanna hear you come.”

“Himiko-chan!” she cried out, hips arching off the bed convulsively, come spilling out of her.

“Yes! Good girl!” Toga’s praise sent Ochako’s orgasm to new heights and she kept going, kept coming until it started to hurt. Come streamed out around her fingers, so much she felt it run between her ass cheeks and soak the bedsheet. Finally she collapsed, panting and occasionally jerking as an aftershock pulsed through her.

“Wow, that was so sexy, Ochako-chan. You’re so hot… I wish I had been there.”

Ochako switched the phone back to handset mode and curled up with it next to her ear. She didn’t reply. She didn’t want to say that she wished Toga was here, too. That, or that they had never met, so her life could’ve continued on the path it should have. “Did you… did you touch yourself? Are you gonna?” Ochako asked quietly.

“Nah… I’m too sad I’m not there, so I don’t feel like it right now.”

Ochako’s lower lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes. “That’s not fair,” she sniffled.

“Aw, don’t be sad, Ochako-chan… tell you what. I’ll come for you if you go on a date with me!”

“Let me… let me think about it, okay?”

Ochako hung up and curled up in the fetal position on her bed, hugging the bottle of milk and her phone to her chest. What the hell did she think she was doing? Why was she behaving this way? Should she tell someone what had happened yesterday, or what was happening now? How could she ever call herself a hero after all this – and how would her friends ever accept her if they knew what had happened, and what she was doing?

How could she live with herself?

She picked her phone back up. I’ll go on a date with you. But only if we get a cute picture together. A nice picture. Okay?

anything for you, ochako-chan! <3

Chapter Text

“Come on, Ochako-chan,” Toga whispered to her, pushing her up against the wall of the bathroom stall, “It’ll be fun...”

“I… I thought we were just going on a date...” she said, eyeing the vibrator in Toga’s hand. It was cute, pink and u-shaped, with one head very slim and the other a sort of bulb with grooves on the inner side. “Just walk around holding hands or something...”

“We’re gonna do that too,” Toga said, putting the bulb end of the toy in her mouth while she started to unbutton Ochako’s jeans. Ochako caught glimpses of her tongue moving and realized she was licking the part that was in her mouth, getting it thoroughly coated in spit.

Ochako pushed at her hands, but couldn’t seem to summon up the strength to get her to stop. Why am I so weak? Or is it just that she’s really strong?

Toga grabbed her wrists and shoved them against the wall, beside her ears. “Shtop that, Ochako-chan. Be a good girl and ‘et me put thish in,” she lisped around the toy.

Ochako’s whole body flushed as Toga called her a good girl. She wanted to hear that again. But… “I-I just wanted a normal date,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “Please s-stop.”

Toga took the toy out of her mouth and shoved it down the front of Ochako’s panties. “Too bad, Ochako-chan. Now I’ve got you, I’m not gonna let you get away without having some fun. Besides...” She slid the bulb of the toy down, finding Ochako’s wet, easily parted folds, “I haven’t done anything to you and you’re already soooo wet!”

A needy whimper escaped Ochako’s lips, and she couldn’t seem to stop herself from spreading her legs and pushing her hips forward. “Nh!” she gasped as her clit bumped against Toga’s hand.

“So greedy,” Toga moved so close her cheek was touching Ochako’s and her lips moved against her ear. She lowered the toy through Ochako’s folds until it was pressing against her entrance. “Oh Ochako-chan, you’re so tight… let’s loosen you up a little.”

She started licking and nibbling on Ochako’s ear, groping her breast and pinching her nipple through her shirt. Ochako pressed her lips tight together and breathed fast through her nose as Toga continued to pleasure her, working the head of the toy at the entrance to her pussy. As she got more turned on she felt her pussy relax enough that Toga’s gentle wiggling of the toy was enough to push it in. There was still a moment of pain as she stretched to accommodate it, but Toga moved down to lick and kiss her neck, and the pain receded.

Ochako nearly jumped out of her skin when the other head of the toy pressed up against her clit. Toga gave it a good, firm press, making sure it was right up against her clit, then pulled her panties up securely and zipped and buttoned her jeans. “This is a good toy,” she said, stroking her hand up and down the crotch of Ochako’s jeans (Ochako couldn’t help grinding on it), “It’s so slim you can barely feel it and you can’t see it unless you’re looking… and your jeans are so tight they’ll hold it in place easily.”

So that was why Toga had asked her to wear her tightest jeans. Ochako couldn’t respond – she was too busy getting used to the intrusive feeling of the toy inside her. The only things she’d been penetrated by were tampons and one of her own fingers, so it felt too big, but its constant pressure against her g-spot was doing things to her. She wiggled her hips, her breath hitching at the sensation as the toy pressed against different areas.

“Let’s see if it works,” Toga said, getting her phone out and tapping at it.

The two heads of the toy started vibrating against her clit and her g-spot simultaneously and it took all of Ochako’s willpower not to cry out with pleasure. She bit her lip so hard it hurt, desperate to keep from making a sound. Her shoulders were starting to burn a little from keeping her hands against the wall next to her head, but she was really, really hoping she might get another ‘good girl’...

“Oooh! You like that? How about this?”

The inner head started curling into her g-spotand the outer head started vibrating in a pulsing rhythm. Ochako threw her head back against the wall with a bump, her eyes rolling back.

But then it stopped. Ochako let out a huge breath of air she’d been holding and started panting. Toga was blushing furiously, one hand held primly to her lips. “That was so sexy, Ochako. And you were such a good girl, keeping your hands up against the wall the whole time.”

Ochako made an audible ‘humph!’ and looked away, but something inside her was exploding with happiness at the praise, and she felt herself blush hotter.

Needless to say, she kept her hands against the wall.

“Would you like a reward?” Toga asked, swaying towards Ochako and gently taking hold of her wrists. “For being such a good girl?”

“You could let me go,” Ochako said, “And take this thing out of me.”

“No.” Toga pouted, stroking her thumbs over Ochako’s pulse points. “What do you really want, Ochako-chan?”

Ochako took a deep, shuddering breath and looked Toga in the eyes. She liked that Toga was a little taller and a little broader – somehow, the slight difference felt really nice, especially since they were so close they were almost touching.

The truth was that Ochako was immensely touch starved. Every day at UA or Ryukyu Agency she was surrounded by cute boys, girls and NBs, and she relished every moment of physical contact, but she was just too shy to ask for more, let alone ask anyone out. So she spent a lot of time fantasizing about cuddling and being held.

She looked at the floor again, getting embarrassed. “I want you to hold me.”

Toga beamed at her, put both arms around her waist and pulled her in for a hug.

Ochako froze for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Toga’s shoulders and melted against her. God, this felt so fucking good. Toga’s smaller breasts were pressing against hers – wow – her arms were so gentle and yet strong around her waist, and she smelt so good. Ochako burrowed her face against Toga’s neck, getting tickled by stray strands of her ash blonde hair, and took a deep breath in through her nose. Toga seemed to run hot, so she was really nice and warm, and so cuddly in her cute sweater that Ochako wanted to stay in her embrace forever.

Toga nuzzled against Ochako’s neck, peppering it with gentle kisses that had her getting turned on again. Ochako squirmed in her embrace, panting against Toga’s skin, once more acutely aware of the toy inside her and how thoroughly soaked her panties were. She turned her head, trying to signal that she wanted Toga to kiss her.

Instead Toga opened her mouth, licking Ochako’s neck and grazing the skin with her sharp teeth – before sinking them in.

Ochako squeaked against Toga’s neck, futilely pushing against her chest, but to no avail. Toga had latched on tight, sucking a fold of sensitive skin into her mouth and lashing her tongue over it before sinking her teeth in even harder. It was agony! But at the same time, an intense bolt of pleasure went straight from to her pussy, making her even wetter, and her clit gave a hard, needy twitch against the vibe.

“S-stop!” Ochako gasped, pushing hard enough to send Toga into the wall with a bang.

Toga grinned cheekily as Ochako pressed a hand to her neck. “That hurt,” she whimpered. “And I’m gonna have a hickey.”

“That’s the idea, Ochako-chan. Now let’s go on our date,” Toga purred, then took her free hand and led her out of the bathroom.

*

Ochako was so focused on the vibe she barely noticed where they were going. Just the act of walking around felt incredible, making the vibe rub against her – it was enough stimulation to get her really horny, but she was never going to be able to come from this and she was already starting to get overstimulated.

“We’re here!” Toga said, gesturing at the Wild West-themed fair in front of them.

It was pretty crowded, with a lot of kids, and there were rides, games and plenty of food and drinks. In Ochako’s eyes this was the perfect first date! If onlythis vibe wasn’t inside her; if only they weren’t hero and villain and didn’t have this fucked up non-relationship, and were just two normal girls out on a date.

Ochako must have looked blank or something, because Toga’s face fell and she asked, sounding crestfallen, “You don’t like it?”

“No! No, that’s not it...” Ochako took Toga’s hand in both of hers and squeezed. She wasn’t sure she wanted to say what she was feeling, even if she could articulate it. And anyway, why was she the one comforting Toga? That was the height of unfairness! Still, she looked so sad… “I… I like it!”

“Yay!” Toga squeezed her hands and jumped up and down on the spot. The hem of her short skirt flapped as she did so, revealing a lot of black stocking-clad thigh. Her thighs looked incredibly soft and plush, and Ochako wanted to see more. And the way her breasts bounced…!

“Okay, I’ll be right back, Ochako-chan!” Toga chirped, and started walking away.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Ochako hurried after her, hand outstretched, feeling hurt.

“It’s a secret.” Toga winked and disappeared into the crowd.

Ochako crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. The nerve!

The vibe distracted her by turning on, and Ochako had to sit on a bench and squeeze her thighs together, quivering, trying desperately to look normal. She really wanted to press the vibe into her harder, or grind on the bench, but she restrained herself. A few people stopped to ask if she had a fever and if she needed help, looking confused when she gave them a flustered ‘no.’

“I’m back!” Toga said, and the vibe turned off. Ochako leaped to her feet and looked all around, but couldn’t see her.

Then she felt a hand slip into hers, and nearly screamed. She still couldn’t see anything, and when she looked down her hand looked empty.

“Guess who I can turn into?” Toga giggled, her voice coming from seemingly thin air right in front of Ochako’s face.

“You – you got Tooru’s blood?” Ochako whispered furiously, trying hard to make it look like she wasn’t talking to herself and trying to yank her hand away, but Toga held on tight. “What’s wrong with you?”

She felt the invisible hand in hers tug her towards the fair. “Come on, Ochako-chan!”

Ochako followed, fuming on behalf of her friend. This was just another reminder she was consorting with a villain and she should stop and leave immediately. Another part of her, unbelievably, was jealous. Did Toga have something going on with Tooru? How did she get her blood? Was Ochako not the only one?

“I look pathetic here by myself,” Ochako said, adjusting her scarf to make sure nobody would be able to see her massive hickey. “Why do you need to be invisible?”

“Well, we’re at a fair, and I’m gonna be the best date I can and win you the biggest prize around!”

How? By putting on the most outrageous show of cheating Ochako had ever witnessed.

Toga led her to various games, all of which involved things like ring tossing, throwing a ball into cans, or using a toy bow and arrow to shoot targets. All of the games were rigged, of course, but Toga snuck into the booths and, with uncanny realism, ‘helped’ all of Ochako’s throws and shots hit the hardest targets. She made it look so smooth, and Ochako was genuinely so shocked, that even the booth runners didn’t seem too suspicious.

Any time Ochako ‘hit’ a target or won big, the vibe would turn on – the settings changing randomly. She had to resort to whooping and cheering at her own “successes” to hide her pleasure.

By the time they were done, Ochako had a whole armful of tickets and she was dripping wet, overstimulated and disheveled. A gleeful Toga went away, reappeared fully clothed as herself, relieved Ochako of her tickets and dragged her over to the reward booth.

Ochako didn’t care about the tickets. All she wanted was for Toga to finish fucking her, wanted it so badly she felt drunk.

Toga bought the most expensive prizes – a super rare premium limited edition Cowboy All Might action figure (Deku would be so jealous if he found out) and a really big cow plushy.

“For my very own cow girl,” Toga smiled as she gave Ochako the plushie and tucked the action figure into her bag for her. She took off her bright red scarf and tied it around the cow’s neck. “For you.”

Ochako hugged the plushie tight, staring at Toga. It was the best quality plushy she had ever had her hands on, so soft and incredibly cute, and she knew she’d be cuddling up to it every night.

“Thank you,” Ochako said, pressing her face into the scarf. It smelled like Toga.

Toga held out her hand. “Wanna get outta here?” She asked, looking like she was having the time of her life.

Ochako took her hand and followed as Toga lead them away from the fair, to a nearby park. It was unusually empty at this time of night, with the fair at full swing, but it would doubtless get more crowded as the fair wound down.

When they reached one of the more secluded areas of the park Toga turned, reached out and stroked Ochako’s cheek. Her lips were slightly parted and she was flushed, staring at Ochako’s mouth. She cupped Ochako’s cheek and drew her closer. Ochako’s heart was pounding like crazy, and at that moment she would’ve done anything for Toga if she would only kiss her.

That, and she was horny enough to fuck right here on a park bench.

Toga’s eyes flickered over Ochako’s shoulder at the sound of footsteps, and she disappeared into the trees without so much as a rustle of underbrush.

She whirled around, her whole body tensing with fear as she saw two people come around the come around the corner – two people she really, really didn’t want to see.

Ryukyu and Mirko, holding hands, Ryukyu looking a little bit guilty, Mirko justlooking annoyed. They were both wearing civilian clothes, Ryukyu looking like an archetypal butch lesbian and Mirko with her ears down the back of her head, secured by a bandana, and looking, well, incredibly hot in denim shorts that showed off her long, muscular legs. Out of their hero costumes, Ryukyu, at least, looked different enough to not get mobbed my fans and paparazzi – although you could only mistake Mirko for a civilian if you were really, really drunk.

“Uraraka-san!” Ryukyu said, eyes widening in surprise.

Ochako wanted to shout at them to leave. Instead she said, trying very hard to keep her voice steady, “Ryukyu… Mirko. Uh, g-good evening?”

“Was someone with you?” Mirko looked suspiciously over Ochako’s shoulder.

“I-I was with a friend! Sh-she just ran off, she really really needed the bathroom.” Ochako gave a nervous giggle and squeezed her cow tighter.

“A date?” Mirko asked, waggling her eyebrows and grinning like a pervert.

“Uhhhh...”

“Rumi,” Ryukyu said pointedly, and Mirko, not having the grace to look chagrined, just rolled her eyes. “Can you give us ten minutes? I’ll come find you later.”

Mirko scoffed, but leaned up on her tiptoes to give Ryukyu a kiss on the cheek. “Fine.” She strode past Ochako, her nose and ears twitching as if she was trying to pick up on something. She smirked at Ochako. “Scream if you need help.”

“Let’s have a seat,” Ryukyu said, gesturing to a nearby bench.

Ochako sat down gingerly. She was so wet she had soaked right through her panties to the crotch of her jeans, and was grateful that she could hold the cow plushy on her lap to conceal it. She just hoped it wouldn’t turn on while she talked to Ryukyu.

Right on cue the vibrator turned on and she squeezed her thighs together, willing herself not to make a sound and praying for Ryukyu to leave as soon as possible.

“I wanted to apologize to you, Uraraka-san,” Ryukyu said, giving Ochako a very direct look.

“I think I should be apologizing to you, shouldn’t I?” Ochako said, trying very, very hard not to react to the vibrator going crazy on her clit and g-spot – hopefully Ryukyu would attribute her shaking voice to nerves and trauma. “For flipping your table in front of everybody and making a big scene?”

“It was wrong of me to allow your gift to be opened and I should’ve been more sensitive to the fact that you might have conflicted feelings about what had happened. If I had been, you wouldn’t have been put in that situation.” She reached over and placed a hand on Ochako’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

I should get an award for this act, Ochako thought furiously as the vibe switched modes again. In other circumstances she would’ve been really touched, but right now… “I-I appreciate that. And um, I forgive you?” she managed to say. “It’s not like you knew I’d react that way.”

“Thank you. And... I want to address what happened.”

Ochako could’ve screamed. She felt like she was going to come from this damn vibrator any minute. “Uh… okay,” she said. Her legs were shaking so bad she didn’t think she could stand up right now, even if she had wanted to run away.

Ryukyu took a deep breath before plunging on in. “As much as I don’t like it, rape is an unfortunate reality of hero work.”

That was like a cold splash of water in Ochako’s face.

Ryukyu continued. “Of course we all assume villains do it, but unfortunately there are many heroes who also feel they’re justified in whatever actions they take against villains. This was one reason I was hesitant to take on such young interns.” She looked regretfully at Ochako. “And my worst fear happened. That this would befall one of you.”

Ochako was in hell. Of course Ryukyu had guessed what happened, everybody must have, it must have been obvious given the state they had found Ochako in that day. She’d have given anything to never have to talk about this, and certainly not right now, being tortured by a remote control vibe wielding sadist!

“I want you to know that I am here to support you, whenever you feel ready to talk about it. Tsu and Nejire would be too, I’m sure. We also have Hero counselors who specialize in these matters, and I strongly urge you to start seeing one as soon as possible.” Ryukyu looked down the path where Mirko and Toga had disappeared. “And I don’t know if it’s my place to say it, but I think you should be careful about getting into new relationships at a time when you’re feeling vulnerable.”

Ochako squeezed her cow plushy tight and buried her face in the top of its head. She was going to come any second now, and she felt utterly humiliated. She prayed Ryukyu would leave before it happened, but she could feel the orgasm approaching, feel the rising, quickening throb in her clit, her g-spot, all through her pussy...

Then Ryukyu did the worst thing she could have done in that moment. She shuffled over on the bench, wrapped her arms around Ochako and hugged her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

The vibe went into overdrive, and Ochako came. She was so completely overstimulated after having this thing inside her for more than an hour that the waves of pleasure felt like they were tearing her apart, like she was going to explode, disintegrate. She instinctively turned into Ryukyu’s embrace, buried her face in the shoulder of leather jacket and let out a harsh cry.

“It will be okay,” Ryukyu said, stroking her hair, “We’re all here for you.”

Ochako managed to disguise the sounds she was making as crying, and partway through she did start to cry, partly because the orgasm was so fucking good, partly because she was an emotional wreck and partly because the vibe wouldn’t stop, even when her orgasm was fading away.

She couldn’t even begin to process the shame and humiliation she felt at having the best orgasm of her life while Ryukyu was trying to comfort her. She was terrified that at any moment Ryukyu would realize what was happening – and she would surely be utterly disgusted, and that would be it for Ochako with Ryukyu’s agency, her friends, everything!

“I-I would really like to be alone now,” she managed to choke out, jerkily disengaging from Ryukyu and pushing herself as far away as the bench would allow. She didn’t have to fake being in pain – her orgasm had ended, and the vibe kept going, and she was so overstimulated and sensitive that it hurt.

“Alright. But please know that you have my full support and I’m here whenever you need me.” Ryukyu smiled kindly at her and left.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Ochako tore her phone out of her too-tight jeans pocket and called Toga. “Turn it off!” she sobbed, “Please! It’s too much...”

The vibe went mercifully still, and Ochako collapsed sideways on the bench with a whimper.

The trees rustled behind her, and she felt herself being coaxed back up to sitting by Toga. “Did you have fun, Ochako-chan? Did you come?”

“That was mean!” Ochako shouted at Toga, throwing the cow plushy away from her, standing up and jabbing her finger in Toga’s face. “How could you… how could you do that to me?”

And she started to cry.

Toga reached up and gently pulled Ochako down into her lap, cuddling her. “Um, well, I’m a villain and stuff,” she said, kissing the top of Ochako’s head. “Ya know, in case you forgot?”

“Like I could forget,” Ochako whimpered, getting her tears all over Toga’s sweater.

She tilted Ochako’s chin up with two fingers and wiped away her tears. “It was pretty mean,” she said, and she really did look sorry. “I’m sorry, Ochako-chan. Want me to take the vibe out?”

Ochako sniffled and nodded. She didn’t even care if someone came down the path and saw – she was so overstimulated that she’d need to take it out, even if Toga didn’t. She gave a muffled gasp of relief and pleasure as it came free with a wet slick. Fuck! Toga’s hand in her panties – in fact, her whole presence and the fact that Ochako was curled up in her lap –was making her horny again.

“Wow,” Toga’s mouth made a comical ‘o’ as she stared at the drenched vibe. “It’s totally covered in your come, Ochako-chan.”

Ochako knew exactly how wet she was – her panties were stuck to her, and she had soaked the crotch of her jeans and all the way to the tops of her inner thighs. It was really, really uncomfortable. But at that moment all she could do was stare at Toga’s mouth as she sucked and licked every last bit of Ochako’s come off the vibe, and oh god, her pussy was throbbing urgently, her clit twitching even though she was still so overstimulated.

Toga put the vibrator away and slipped her hand back into Ochako’s panties.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Ochako gasped as two fingers slipped through her folds, to her entrance and pressed inside. “Ah! Stop, Himiko-chan,” she begged, clinging onto Toga’s shoulders, “I’m still t-too sensitive.”

“I can’t help it,” Toga breathed, probing inside and curling her fingers until she found Ochako’s g-spot. “You’re too sexy, Ochako-chan!”

Ochako jerked and gasped as Toga kept pressing her g-spot while grinding her palm into Ochako’s clit. “Someone could see...” she said, pressing her face into Toga’s neck so at least if anyone came by, they wouldn’t see her face.

“I don’t care,” Toga said, “They’ll just be jealous we’re having such a good time!”

This was what Ochako had wanted all night – not some vibrator – Toga’s hand. The wet sound of Toga’s fingers inside of her was obscene, and she was so wet the smell of her own come filled the air. She clenched around Toga’s fingers and ground on her palm as hard and fast as she could in her awkward position, but even though she was right on the edge of another orgasm, she had been so overstimulated for so long that she couldn’t quite get there.

“Good girl,” Toga panted, and she had this tender expression on her face. “My good little cow girl, Ochako-chan...”

And as Ochako finally, blissfully rose up to another orgasm, she bit into Toga’s shoulder through her sweater to muffle her cries. She curled and bucked against Toga’s hand as much as she could while sitting in her lap – reduced to a wanton, quivering mess without a shred of conscious thought. If Ryukyu and Mirko came back right now she couldn’t have cared less.

“That’s a reward,” Toga said as she caressed the last few waves out of Ochako’s orgasm, “For being such a good girl tonight, Ochako-chan!”

Ochako went limp, allowing Toga to cradle her in her lap as she unclamped her aching jaw from Toga’s now saliva-covered shoulder. She didn’t even care that that might be undignified – she was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm and being Toga’s good girl. She rested her head on Toga’s shoulder, seeing spots, giddy, and just tried to catch her breath.

When she came back to her senses, Toga was still holding her, singing a little song to herself and twirling one of Ochako’s bangs around her fingers. She was so cute – probably the cutest girl Ochako had ever met.

Toga was so warm and soft under Ochako, and the way they were sitting had her skirt riding up her thighs. Ochako couldn’t help it – she had to touch. She put her hand high on Toga’s thigh and slid it up, just under her skirt.

Toga let go of Ochako’s bangs and stared impassively away, seemingly unresponsive except for her blush. Ochako ran her hand further up until it was all the way underneath her skirt. She was breathing heavily. She wanted to see, wanted to touch, wanted to taste everything. She wanted to make Toga feel good, too.

Without warning Toga stood up, dumping Ochako on the floor and making her squeak in surprise. Toga towered over her, a silhouette with her yellow eyes gleaming in the dim lighting of the. “Did you forget who’s in charge, Ochako-chan?” She grabbed Ochako’s wrists painfully tight and hauled her to her feet. “It’s me who does whatever I want to you, not the other way around!” She wasn’t smiling now – more like a grimace that showed off just how sharp her teeth were. She looked nothing short of demonic.

“Ah!” Ochako whimpered in pain, trying to free her wrists, but Toga just held on tighter. “No! It’s not like that. I-I just want...”

“What?”

“I wanna make you feel good, too!” Ochako stopped trying to free herself and went toward Toga, pressing against her and almost knocking her over. “You made me come so many times and you haven’t come at all. It’s not fair!”

“I guess...” Toga let go of Ochako, went over and picked up the cow plushy, trying to wipe off some of the dirt where it had fallen to the floor. “We could go back to my place. On our next date.”

Ochako trotted over to her and latched onto her arm, looking at her hopefully. “You promise?”

“You can come back to my place. The other stuff… we’ll see. Okay, Ochako-chan?” She turned back to Ochako, her expression clearing, and smiled at her. “Now let’s go take some pics!”

*

Back at her room at Ryukyu Agency, Ochako put the All Might figure in pride of place on her desk and cuddled up in bed with her new cow plushy, who she had yet to name (Toga had suggested ‘Ochako,’ which of course was out of the question).

She was exhausted, but couldn’t stop looking through the night’s pictures. They had gone all around the park, finding some really nice spots, and Toga had allayed Ochako’s worries about her post-crying appearance by continually telling her how cute, pretty and beautiful she was. Just thinking about that made Ochako blush.

They looked really close, like girlfriends, and they were both smiling and happy in every single picture.

As she drifted off to sleep, she could imagine, in that moment, that they really were just girlfriends, and that everything else was just a dream – even though Toga still hadn’t kissed her.

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As Ochako walked into the private tea room Toga had rented for them, the door slid shut behind her and Toga grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. “Ah! What are you...” Ochako squirmed, but couldn’t get free.

“I ordered the tea extra strong! You know what that means...” Syringes materialized almost out of nowhere in Toga’s hands and she plunged them into the tops of Ochako’s breasts.

“Ow!” Ochako whimpered, grabbing handfuls of Toga’s sweater and trying to push her away, “Himiko-chan, don’t...”

“Too late!” Toga pulled the syringes out, cleaned up the punctures and slapped on a pair of plasters. “Now you better sit down and be a good girl, Ochako-chan, because our tea and mochi are going to arrive any minute!”

Ochako’s lower lip trembled and she held her hands defensively over her cleavage. She couldn’t believe this! The server and anybody on her way home would be able to see the plasters on her breasts, since she had decided not to wear a jacket today. And they were chibi Mirko plasters, too, so they stood out extra.

Toga patted the seat next to her in the booth with a cheeky grin. “Come on, Ochako-chan… be a good girl and sit.”

Ochako grudgingly sat down next to Toga, who immediately cuddled up next to her with one arm around Ochako’s waist and one hand on her thigh. After getting ambushed like that, Ochako hadn’t wanted to get this close – but she couldn’t help herself. Toga was incredibly soft and cuddly, and seemed to radiate warmth. She shuffled a little closer into Toga’s embrace.

The door slid open and Ochako flinched guiltily, but it was only a tea room waitress.

“Oh, aren’t you two a cute couple?” The waitress giggled as she set a tray of mochi, a big pot of tea and two cups on the table. “Oh – sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.”

“This is our second date!” Toga giggled. Ochako was already blushing, but she went even redder when Toga kissed her on the cheek.

The waitress sighed dreamily, hugged the tray to her chest and started asking about their first date and how they got together. Ochako was starting to feel a familiar tingling, full sensation in her breasts.

As Toga spit out a string of blatant lies she hugged Ochako tighter, squeezing her affectionately at appropriate times in her story in a way that put more pressure on her breasts – and soon Ochako could feel warm milk soaking the cups of her bra.

Ochako had been fantasizing about this, and it was finally happening. She cuddled up closer to Toga – just to make sure she doesn’t get suspicious, she told herself – but doing so meant her breasts were now pressed against Toga’s body, not just her arms, and as the flow increased so did Ochako’s pleasure.

“Not to be rude,” She interrupted, wrapping her arms around Toga’s waist and turning fully towards her to hide the milk stains now spreading over the front of her blouse, “But I’d really like to spend some time alone with my girlfriend now, please?”

“Oh, of course! How rude of me. Let me know if you need anything else!”

As soon as she left Ochako pressed herself hard against Toga and moaned with pleasure and relief. Her breasts felt so full they were almost painful, and more than anything she wanted a repeat of the last time this had happened – she wanted Toga to suck her tits.

Toga pushed her away and held her at arm’s length, staring at her breasts. “Oh Ochako-chan, so milky today! Now take all this off so we can have milk in our tea.”

“What? B-but someone might come in...” Ochako glanced fretfully at the door but didn’t resist as Toga took off her blouse and bra.

“That’s part of the fun!” Toga poured two cups of black tea and pushed them towards Ochako. “Come on now, Ochako-chan! Fill ‘em up!”

Now that Toga wasn’t hugging Ochako anymore, her breasts were so full and tingly they were starting to hurt. She had no choice – she had to get some release. She stood next to the table and leaned over it slightly, so her breasts were positioned over the cups.

Just touching them made her gasp, and tiny droplets leaked out. She gave a tentative squeeze and milk dripped out of them – but it felt so good she was having trouble aiming, so only a little bit got in the tea, the rest spattering down the sides of the cups and on the table.

Toga was staring hungrily, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears – and she had her phone out, recording.

Ochako tried to reposition, to get the milk in the cups, but it felt so good, and she was so full she couldn’t help squeezing harder. Milk squirted out, and more went into the cups this time purely by virtue of volume. Pleasure shot through straight from her nipples to her clit, and she lost balance, staggering into the table and squirting more milk everywhere.

“Oh Ochako-chan, you’re being so messy!” Toga giggled with delight. “You look so sexy with milk squirting out of you.”

Finally Ochako managed to fill up the cups, although it was more by volume than skill. She kept glancing at the door, scared someone might suddenly come in and see her like this.

Toga took a sip of tea and licked her lips. “Mmm, it’s just as delicious as last time, Ochako-chan… you got it so nice and milky. Here, you try some.” She lifted her cup to Ochako’s lips.

It tasted so good Ochako wanted more, but her breasts were still so full and uncomfortable. She ran her hands over them, but didn’t dare squeeze because there was already so much milk on the table. “H-Himiko-chan,” she whimpered, “I-I’m still so full…”

“Oh? What would you like me to do, Ochako-chan?” Toga leaned back in her seat and sipped more tea. “Would you like me to milk you?”

Ochako swallowed heavily, looked away and gave a jerky nod.

Toga stroked one fingertip across the underside of Ochako’s breast. “I wanna hear you say it, Ochako-chan...”

“P-please milk me, Himiko-chan!” Ochako capitulated embarrassingly quickly – that single finger on her breast was driving her crazy, and even that slight touch was enough to make milk bead at the tip of her nipple. “I-I need you to milk me!”

“You need it, huh? Well it’s a good thing I have these!” And she started pulling thermoses out of her bag. “I need to stock up!”

Giving up any pretense at dignity, Ochako knelt next to Toga in the booth.

“Aww, Ochako-chan, look at you! So cute. Now hold this steady while I milk you.” She handed Ochako a thermos.

Toga squeezed one of her breasts hard with both hands, sending a squirt of milk straight into the thermos. “Aah!” Ochako cried out at the intense pleasure that shot through her whole body.She glanced at the door, clapped a hand to her mouth and the thermos wobbled – some milk squirted down the side of the thermos and onto the booth seat.

Thankfully nobody came to check, and soon Ochako was too far gone to notice. Toga alternated between her breasts until all her thermoses were full up, and she was clearly getting more excited as they went on, shifting in her seat and breathing heavily. “There’s so much, Ochako-chan,” she breathed, screwing the lid on the last thermos and putting it in her bag, “So much...”

“Please, Himiko-chan,” Ochako begged, lifting her breasts up as if presenting them to Toga and staring at her lips. “Please suck them.”

Toga yanked Ochako forward so she was straddling her and Ochako leaned forward, lifting her breasts impatiently towards Toga’s face. Toga put her hands on them too, so they were both holding them, and squeezed them together and angled them in so Toga could close her mouth around both of her nipples at once.

She bit down, and her canines sunk into Ochako’s skin above and below her nipples. She choked back a cry of pain and wavered for a moment, on the brink of pulling away because it hurt so much – but as Toga squeezed and sucked, and her milk started squirting into Toga’s mouth, her own horniness won out. She leaned forward, pillowing her breasts against Toga’s face, and both of them were squeezing her breasts so hard it hurt – that, and Toga’s sucking, was making milk gush into Toga’s mouth. Ochako could feel her own blood, too, flow out around Toga’s teeth and get sucked away.

Toga’s eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of ecstasy, making little mewls of pleasure and lewd sucking noises as they both kneaded Ochako’s breasts so hard their fingers and nails were leaving marks.

Ochako was grinding down against Toga – every squeeze, suck and squirt was making her pussy throb with pleasure and her panties were soaked. Her clit twitched urgently, begging to be touched, but the most contact she could get was an occasional bump against Toga’s stomach. It wasn’t enough!

When Toga released one of her breasts and slipped her hand down the front of Ochako’s panties and started rubbing her clit, she almost screamed with pleasure – instead she panted hoarsely, mouth wide open as she bucked her hips wantonly into the touch of Toga’s finger.

She came fast and hard, the jerking of her body making Toga’s teeth tug her breasts in a way that both hurt her and turned her on more. She was at Toga’s mercy, bouncing wantonly on her lap, and when her orgasm ended Toga didn’t stop sucking her tits or rubbing her clit, and she was so oversensitive it hurt, but she didn’t care. Maybe it was because she was so dizzy that it didn’t hurt as much as it should.

When she came the second time, she had to bite into her own forearm to keep from making a scream so loud it’d bring the whole tea house running – so hard the skin broke and she tasted her own blood.

“Ochako-chan,” Toga panted, finally releasing Ochako’s breasts. She looked depraved as she licked blood and milk off her lips, eyelashes fluttering up at Ochako. “I got to taste so much of your milk and your blood… I’m such a lucky girl.”

Ochako clung onto Toga, her whole body trembling. “I-I’m dizzy,” she whimpered.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood!” Toga giggled, and helped Ochako off her and onto the seat next to her. “Just rest for a minute while I clean you up.”

She wiped up all the milk and blood smeared on Ochako’s breasts, wiped the puncture marks and Ochako’s self-inflicted bite with alcohol swabs, and tenderly put plasters on them. There were angry red suck marks around her nipples and the sides of her breasts were already starting to bruise from how rough they’d both been squeezing them.

Ochako picked up her milk-soaked blouse and bra, dreading putting them on – they’d be horribly cold and damp – but Toga pulled one of her own spare shirts and sweaters out of her bag and tenderly dressed Ochako in them, making sure she was all warm and snug. They smelled like Toga.

“Here, Ochako-chan, you need to eat something after all that!” Toga retrieved the tray of mochi and fed them to Ochako, who felt like it was all she could do just to chew and swallow them.

Ochako felt more lucid after finishing the whole tray, and less like she was going to pass out – but also very needy. She seemed to be out of milk, so that was a relief, but her breasts really hurt from their rough handling and her whole body was trembling and tender from her orgasms. She climbed back into Toga’s lap and snuggled up to her.

“Aw, Ochako-chan, did you have fun? You were such a good girl, giving me all that milk and blood. I’m so full and satisfied.” Toga stroked Ochako’s hair and gently rocked her. “You must be so tired now.”

Ochako nodded and gazed sleepily at Toga’s lips. They were so close, and all Ochako wanted was to kiss her, but something held her back. She was too shy to just kiss her out of the blue, and she wasn’t sure how to ask…

She thought about it for awhile and finally realized how she could do it. “Can I have a reward?” She asked, “For being a good girl?”

“What would you like?”

Ochako hesitated for a moment, fretted, and finally mustered up her bravery and took the plunge. “I-I’d like a kiss.”

Toga hummed and looked evasive.

Ochako’s lower lip trembled and she felt tears filling her eyes.

“Why don’t you want to kiss me?” She burst out. “You’ve done all these things to me but you won’t let me touch you. And you won’t kiss me. Is there… is there something wrong with me?”

Toga rolled her eyes. “Ochako-chan, you’re sneaking around with a villain letting her do all kinds of dirty things to you without your consent. Of course there’s something wrong with you.”

Tears started to roll down Ochako’s cheeks and she started to get up and leave, but Toga held tight to her hips and kept her in place. She looked like she was considering something deeply as she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at Ochako’s tears.

“I’ll kiss you if you’ll be my girlfriend for real, Ochako-chan.” Toga said at last,her yellow, slit-pupiled eyes wide and bashful.

“Will you kiss me then, too?” Ochako sniffled warily, “Or is it a one time deal?”

“I’ll give you as many kisses as you like!”

Ochako’s heart leaped and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. “Then I’ll be your girlfriend!”

Toga blushed and fidgeted with the hem of Ochako’s loaned sweater before finally leaning forward and, ever so slowly and gently, pressing her lips to Ochako’s. As if she really, really wanted to get it right.

Ochako could taste her own milk and blood on Toga’s tongue. She never wanted to stop kissing her.

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As the students all dispersed post-class, Momo trotted up to Ochako and gently touched her shoulder. “Uraraka-san?”

Ochako flinched a little but relaxed when she saw it was Momo. She still looked a little uncomfortable, holding her books and folders in front of her chest and fidgeting, but still managed to give Momo a tired smile. “Aw Momo, you know I want you to call me Ochako.”

“Okay, um, Ochako...” Momo took a deep breath and blurted out, “Would you like to have lunch together? Some of the others are away on internships, so it would be just the two of us...”

Ochako’s eyes lit up for just a second – Momo’s heart fluttered – before falling into a more subdued expression. “I’d love to, but I have something I need to take care of in the library. Maybe another time?”

Momo’s heart sank and she knew she must look horribly disappointed. “Oh, I understand. It’s just you’ve been at Ryukyu’s agency so much I haven’t seen you. I miss you.” Her cheeks grew hot – she hadn’t meant to say I miss you, and hoped it hadn’t been too forward.

“I miss you too, I just...” Ochako kind of trembled and pressed her books more tightly against her chest.

“Are you alright? You seem distressed.” Momo cupped Ochako’s cheek and felt her forehead. “You’re all warm and clammy. Do you need to see Recovery Girl?”

“NO! I’m fine!” A few passing students turned to look at Ochako’s outburst, and she looked embarrassed. “I really have to go, I have something I need to finish before class. We’ll hang out soon Momo, I promise!”

And with that she turned and hurried off in the direction of the library, leaving Momo feeling confused and hurt. This behavior was most unlike Ochako, but then again she hadn’t really been herself since the incident.

That wasn’t all Ochako had going on. It’s not like Momo had been trying to eavesdrop – it’s just that she found it very hard to keep her eyes of Ochako and couldn’t help but notice certain things. Such as some very coupley messages exchanged with a contact whose name was a heart emoji, and nothing else.

Was that why Ochako had been more reluctant to spend time together? Momo had been just about to ask Ochako out but had put that on hold when the incident happened, so she had just been trying to offer all the support she could, as a friend – at least, on the rare occasions Ochako would let her. Had she missed her chance? Had someone else snapped Ochako up?

Momo sighed miserably. She supposed she should go get lunch, but her appetite had disappeared. All she wanted to do was go back to her room and pine for Ochako.

Her phone pinged, and Momo pulled it out to see a message from an unlisted number.

ochakos having a hard time. u shdl go follow her n comfort her!

Who is this? Momo texted back, scowling. What atrocious spelling and grammar! Maybe it was Mina.

a mutual friend :) shes in study room 11! go on!

Momo was intrigued, and she did want to support Ochako, so she hurried to the right room and peered through the narrow window on the door.

Ochako was leaning unsteadily against a table, shirt unbuttoned and bra pulled down, squeezing and kneading her breasts. Milk was squirting out of them into a big thermos on the table, but she was trembling and panting so hard she couldn’t aim properly, and milk was splattering on the table and the side of the thermos. Ochako was bright red, eyes glazed, eyelashes fluttering as if she was masturbating – so she was oblivious to Momo staring through the window.

Momo spun around, eyes wide, blushing furiously and hands held over her mouth. What was Ochako thinking, doing something like that on campus? Anyone could see through the little window on the door, and the windows in the room looked out on the campus grounds. She was sure to get caught! Momo created a sheet of paper, tape and a marker pen, scrawled, ‘room under maintenace, keep out’ on it and taped it over the window so at least nobody could see inside.

Her phone pinged again and she whipped it out. like wht u see? ;)

Who are you? What is going on here? Momo typed furiously.

The response was a video. Trembling, knowing she shouldn’t, Momo pressed play. It was Ochako, drinking milk from a thermos. Some spilled out, over her lips and chin and onto her t-shirt, and she licked all of it up. It was unmistakably sexual and Momo held her school bag in front of her, so nobody passing by would see she was starting to get an erection.

There was a photo followup – Ochako, topless, looking utterly embarrassed, and there were bite marks and bruises all over her breasts. Her erection was in full force now, and she pressed her school bag against it to try and force it to go down (not that it was working).

I’m going to report you! She typed back at lightning speed, This is completely inappropriate and I’ll make sure you’re caught!

ill spread this allll over the internet if u dont do exactly wat i say! >:3

Momo felt like she’d been doused by ice water. No. No way. That could never happen. Poor Ochako would never live that down.

What do you want me to do? She typed, although it physically hurt to do so.

poor ochako-chan, no mater how much she milks herself shes never satisfied. u need to go in there and help her out : ) she likes it best wen u suck her tits <3<3<3

Momo stared at the messages, head spinning.

u dnt want ochako to get embarased do u? oh n send me pix so i kno uve done it

Shit. Momo couldn’t see any alternative. She had to save Ochako’s reputation first – then they could talk about it and figure out what to do. She turned around and tentatively opened the door (oh, Ochako, you didn’t even lock it!)

Ochako gasped and spun around, frantically trying to cover her breasts.. “Momo! I – it’s n-not what it looks like… go away!”

Momo closed the door and locked it. “Don’t worry, Ochako,” she said in what she hoped was a low, soothing tone of voice. “Everything will be alright.”

“What do you mean?” Ochako asked, looking at Momo over her shoulder.

Momo walked around in front of Ochako and cupped her cheeks. “I… I have to do this. Or your pictures will be leaked. After this is over we can work out what to do, together. Okay?”

Ochako looked wary and hunted, as well as mortified. She dropped her gaze and was clearly trying to avoid looking at the bulge in Momo’s skirt (which Momo was not even trying to conceal). “I can’t believe she got to you, of all people.”

“Of all people?” Momo shook her head, not understanding. “And who is she?”

Ochako met Momo’s gaze. She was so utterly beautiful, despite her flush, the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and the trembling of her lower lip. “I-I...”

“Shh. Here.” Momo turned Ochako around so she was facing the table and thermos again, and delicately placed Ochako’s hands on the edge of the table. Her cock got harder, if that was even possible, at the sight of Ochako’s bare breasts. It was painful, confined in her panties, throbbing along with her racing heartbeat.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her hands hovering beneath Ochako’s breasts. “May I?”

Ochako was audibly panting, her chest rising and falling fast. “A-at least it’s you,” she said, casting a watery smile back over her shoulder.

“At least it’s me?” Momo repeated dumbly, placing her hands very, very gently on the undersides of Ochako’s breasts.

“A-aaaah!” Ochako moaned, making Momo jump in shock – the sound was pure pleasure, and seemed completely disproportionate to how gently Momo had touched her. Milk beaded at the tips of her nipples. “Momo, please! I-I can’t t-take it anymore...”

Momo gave an experimental squeeze and milk squirted out of Ochako’s nipples – but she hadn’t aimed properly, and it splattered on the side of the thermos. “S-sorry!”

“Momo… harder...” Ochako panted, and arched her back so her breasts pressed more firmly into Momo’s hands and her hips bumped against the tops of Momo’s thighs.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Momo said, but squeezed harder anyway. This time she had aimed better, but the milk squirted out harder than expected, splattering against the far rim of the thermos and some of it running down the other side. Fuck! Ochako’s breasts were so soft and plush under her hands. She had fantasized about playing with them before, but the actual sensation was beyond anything she could’ve imagined.

“Unnnh...” Ochako moaned wantonly, pressing her hips harder back. Momo’s cock rubbed against the top of Ochako’s hips. “N-not enough… please Momo, harder...”

“Even harder than this?” Momo gasped, scandalized. She felt like she was squeezing hard enough to hurt Ochako already, but she complied, and was rewarded by Ochako’s loudest moan of pleasure yet.

“You have to be quiet,” Momo whispered into Ochako’s ear with a worried glance at the door.

“I don’t think I can,” Ochako panted, and now she was rhythmically pressing her hips back, “It feels too good...”

“Shit,” Momo cursed. They couldn’t afford to have someone burst through the door. She created the first thing she could think of out of her wrist, shoved it into Ochako’s mouth and tied it at the back of her neck.

It was a ball gag.

Ochako gave a needy, wordless whine around the gag. At Momo’s best guess, it sounded like more.

So Momo obliged, milking Ochako for all she was worth into the thermos, which was getting so full they’d soon need another one. Ochako seemed to be have lost her mind, moaning and whimpering, drooling around the ball gag.Momo was trying really hard to just do her job, to keep her body still, but Ochako was grinding back against her and she could already feel pre-come beading at the tip of her cock.

“It’s full!” Momo said, giving Ochako’s breasts a break as she screwed the top onto the brimful thermos. “Have you had enough?”

Ochako shook her head pathetically and gave Momo a plaintive, desperate look, although she didn’t stop urging her hips back into Momo. Her lips were pink and puffyfrom the ball gag, there were red marks on her breasts from Momo’s fingers (she’d been rougher than she had intended) and her nipples were hard and swollen, still leaking milk. The air was heavy with the smell of milk and arousal.

Momo’s phone pinged, and they both jumped guiltily.

weres my pic? >:( Just above that was her last message, she likes it best wen u suck her tits <3<3<3

Momo yanked Ochako around and shoved her back on the table. She squeaked in surprise and milk leaked out of her jiggling breasts. Her skirt had ridden up her hips from all her grinding, and she spread her legs as if by instinct. Her panties were pink with white polka dots, and they were completely soaked with come. Momo sent a picture of her as fast as she could, making sure to get the thermos in the background.

omg u henius, a ball gag??? hhhh, shes so hot! shes so wet, i bet she wants ur cock!!!!!

Ochako was staring at the bulge in Momo’s skirt with an expression that could only be described as yearning, and she spread her legs even wider, so the smell of her soaked cunt filled Momo’s nose.

Momo tugged her panties off and her cock, now freed, lifted up the front of her skirt so the head peeked out.

Ochako lifted her own skirt up and tugged her panties aside, revealing her puffy, swollen pussy. Her inner folds were clearly visible, pouting open and slick with her juices. Her cute, pink clit was standing proudly out of its hood. She looked up at Momo and gave a long, needy whimper around the spit-soaked ball gag. Her eyes were pleading.

Momo pulled her skirt the rest of the way back and started creating lube directly out of her cock, so by the time it reached Ochako’s pussy it was already thoroughly lubed up. Ochako spread her own pussy lips, panting hard, and Momo carefully angled herself to push inside.

Despite how wet they both were, it was a little tough getting it in because Ochako was so tight. Maybe she hadn’t been penetrated by something this big before – but despite a few whines of discomfort, she was wiggling and humping into every stroke of Momo’s hips, actively trying to take her cock deeper.

As Momo bottomed out, Ochako gave a strangled moan around the ball gag, eyes rolling back in her head and clinging to Momo’s shoulders. But she didn’t stop moving her hips.

Momo started to fuck her in earnest, pounding her into the table. If this was Ochako’s first time taking a dick, she knew she should be more gentle, but she couldn’t help herself. She was so hot! And milk was still trickling out of her nipples… Momo leaned over, squeezed Ochako’s tits together with both hands and clamped her mouth over both her nipples. Ochako squealed and arched her back, pressing her breasts even harder into Momo’s mouth.

Ecstasy. Warm, delicious, sweet milk gushed into Momo’s mouth and she squeezed hard in time with every stroke of her cock. She should be embarrassed of the greedy, lewd sucking sounds she was making, but Ochako was so delicious, and her tits felt so good in Momo’s hands. Her nipples were so hard, so satisfying to suck and bite.

And her pussy was so warm, so wet, clenching around Momo’s cock as if she wanted to keep drawing it even further inside of her. She was so fucking hot, and it felt so good… Momo didn’t think she could last much longer.

She couldn’t help it. She came faster than she would’ve liked, and Ochako’s pussy was clenching around her cock even tighter as if trying to squeeze out as much come as possible. Momo reached down, squeezed her hand in between their bodies and awkwardly rubbed Ochako’s clit.

The last of Momo’s come pumped out of her and her cock, now almost painfully oversensitive, started to soften. She kept rubbing Ochako’s clit and sucked her tits as hard as she could (Ochako had joined in, kneading both of her tits and making sure her nipples stayed in Momo’s mouth). She lashed her tongue furiously over Ochako’s nipples, bit down, sucked as hard as she could, and Ochako came – grinding out of control on Momo. It was hard to bear on Momo’s overstimulated cock, but it was worth it as she tried her best to eke Ochako’s orgasm out as far as it could go.

She collapsed on top of Ochako and stared at her. She looked so beautifully fucked out, and Momo would’ve kissed her if she wasn’t still wearing a ball gag.

The school bell rang.

“Shit!” Momo said, pulling out and frantically trying to clean up. “We need to get out of here!”

Ochako went limp on the desk, eyes fluttering closed, her clothes in complete disarray. She was breathing heavily and her chin was covered in drool from the ball gag. Milk was drying on her breasts, spots of it on her bra, and Momo’s come was dripping out of her stretched out pussy.

What have I done? Momo thought, even as she started getting another erection.

Poor Ochako – there was no way she could go to class in this state. Momo fired off a quick text to one of the students who wasn’t off on internship or work study to say Ochako was feeling sick and they’d be late back to class. She pulled her panties back on (hoping her erection would go back down soon) and helped Ochako get presentable again. Hopefully nobody would notice the milk stains on her uniform shirt.

She removed the ball bag and stuffed it into her bag – it definitely wouldn’t do for her to walk around UA in that.

Momo had expected Ochako to get up and immediately flee the room – and probably never talk to Momo again – but instead she fell into Momo’s arms and clung to her tightly. Momo awkwardly hugged her and stroked her back. “A-are you okay, Ochako?” she asked, then cringed. What a thoughtless question to ask in such a situation!

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Ochako sobbed, pressing her face against Momo’s chest. “I’m so ashamed!”

“You have nothing to be ashamed about,” Momo said fervently, squeezing Ochako tight. Aren’t I the one who should be ashamed? “But I think you should tell me what’s going on.”

Her phone pinged again and, with a growing sense of dread, she pulled it out.

did u hv fun? :D we shld go on a date together soon, all 3 of us!

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Ochako’s eyes bulged as she walked into Toga’s hotel room. “How can you afford this?” she gaped.

Toga didn’t dignify that question with an answer. Instead she pranced around the room, which was bigger than Ochako’s parent’s apartment by a wide margin, and pointed out its distinguishing features. King size bed! A mini bar the size of a whole fridge! A widescreen TV that would’ve covered the whole wall of a normal sized hotel room! A balcony – and look at the view! Everything you could want out of a hotel room and more!

“It smells amazing in here,” Ochako said, sniffing the air. Honey, vanilla and floral scents that made her feel more relaxed with each breath.

Toga took her hand with a cheeky grin and led her into the bathroom, which was all gleaming polished marble. The dominating feature was a bathtub that looked big enough for six people. This was the source of the smell – it was already fully drawn and heaped with bubbles.

No sooner had she got in than Toga closed the door behind them and started taking off Ochako’s clothes.

“A-ah! H-himiko, I just got here...” Ochako gasped, ineffectually trying to fend her off. "I wanted to talk about what happened with Momo..."

“But we have to get in the bath before it gets cold… I had it drawn special,” Toga pouted. She tossed Ochako’s sweater away – it landed in the sink – and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Momo can wait."

“I-I...” Ochako weakly gripped Toga’s wrists and turned her face away, blushing furiously.

“How much longer are you gonna pretend, Ochako?” Toga got really close, right in Ochako’s face, and seemed to be scenting the air around her neck. Even as she kept unbuttoning her blouse “You’re even wearing perfume. I love the scent. It’s like you’re trying to entice me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” Ochako protested, but her denial rang hollow even to her own ears.

She had realized by now that she was right. She was performing. She didn’t know exactly when she had given in, but she had. She really thought of Toga – Himiko - as her girlfriend now.

And she wanted her. She wanted her so fucking badly she’d worn her cutest sweater and the blouse she thought made her breasts look the best, and a pleated skirt that showed an indecent amount of thigh. She’d been soaking wet even before they’d stepped into the apartment.

“I’m not a hero anymore,” she said in a shaky voice.

“Why not?” Himiko asked, pressing a gentle kiss to Ochako’s pulse point that had shivers racing through her body.

“You’re a villain. You’ve hurt and killed so many people. How can I be a hero if I...” she swallowed heavily and gripped Himiko’s wrists harder. “If I want to be with you?”

“I guess you’re right,” Himiko giggled, nipping Ochako’s neck just hard enough to hurt. “But right now all I care about is getting you naked and in that bath with me.”

Ochako pushed Himiko away hard enough to make her slam back against the door. Himiko looked shocked. “Make me,” Ochako said, lifting her chin challengingly and balling her fists at her sides.

“I knew it,” Himiko laughed, and there was a slight manic edge to it. “I knew you were a dirty little slut from the start, Ochako-chan!”

She lunged forward, and even though Ochako was ready for her she still wasn’t fast or strong enough to resist. In a flash she had Ochako face down on the sink counter top, stripping her. “Oh wow, you’re already so wet Ochako-chan!” she crowed, pressing her finger against the soaked seat of Ochako’s panties.

“Unnnh...” Ochako moaned. “G-get off me!” She struggled. She struggled as hard as she could, putting all of her training to the test, but she just wasn’t strong or fast enough, and by the time she was done her whole body was sweating and trembling.

She was hornier than ever. How could she explain the erotic thrill of knowing, without a doubt, that Himiko could do anything – anything she wanted, and Ochako would never be able to resist?

Himiko tugged down her panties, and Ochako was so wet she could smell her own come. Himiko yanked her to her feet, spun her around and shoved her into the middle of the bathroom. Ochako lifted her arms in a vain attempt to cover her body, but Himiko shoved her hands back down to her sides.

Ochako stood there, flushed with embarrassment and arousal, as Himiko prowled around her. “I’ve never actually seen you naked, Ochako-chan,” she said from behind Ochako, “I’ve been missing out. You’re so fucking hot.

Ochako blushed even harder, squirming at the pleasure the compliment brought her.

“And look… you’re dripping!” Ochako jumped in surprise as one finger slipped between her thighs and gathered up a sticky strand of come. “So lewd, Ochako-chan.”

“Now get in the tub.”

Ochako turned around and looked longingly at Himiko. “But I wanna see you.”

Himiko looked to one side and didn’t answer. She looked… shy?

After a moment of hesitation, Ochako stepped forward and pulled off Himiko’s sweater, then started unbuttoning her shirt. Himiko was so tense as she stood there. She was trembling, and Ochako wondered at the abrupt change in her behavior.

So she was gentle and slow.

Every bit of bare skin she revealed only made Ochako hornier. She undressed Himiko like she was a porcelain doll. Her shirt, her socks, her skirt, until she was standing in her cute, white underwear. Her hands were shaking so badly it seemed to take an eternity to get her bra and panties off.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ochako breathed as she just stood there in admiration. Himiko’s body was androgynous, lean muscle, with small breasts, quite narrow hips, a cute pouch at her tummy and an adorable, chubby bit at the tops of her thighs.

She was covered in small, pale scars, including two narrow ones at the outer edges of her vulva, nearly hidden by ash blonde curls.

She was blushing furiously, but with a defiant look on her face, like she’d kill Ochako if she saw a hint of disgust.

Ochako didn’t care what any of it meant. She held out her hand. Himiko took it and they stepped into the tub. The regret Ochako felt as seeing Himiko’s gorgeous body sink beneath the bubbles, so she got closer, until their thighs were touching beneath the water.

The sheer amount of bubbles had held in the heat wonderfully, so that it was almost too hot to bear. The scent of the bath was washing away all Ochako’s worries and cares, leaving only one left – the need to pleasure Himiko.

“I heard of this thing they call, like, a Cleopatra milk bath.” Ochako giggled. “If there’s milk in the bath it’s really good for your skin.” She scooped away some foam to bear her breasts, which were buoyed by the water.

That brought Himiko out of her shy pensiveness, at least a little. “Oh?” she said, staring with undisguised lust at Ochako’s breasts.

Ochako slid her hands up from Himiko’s thighs, to her stomach, across her breasts, over her shoulders, all the way to her hands, exulting in Himiko’s shivers of pleasure on the way. She guided Himiko’s hands to her breasts.

“Please?” Ochako panted.

Himiko squeezed them, and milk leaked out of Ochako’s nipples. Himiko’s eyebrows shot up. “What the fuck?” Then she returned to her familiar manic giggle.

Ochako blushed and ducked her head. “Maybe it’s cus you’ve done it so many times now? Sometimes they just do it on their own…”

Himiko squeezed harder, sending milk arcing over the surface of the water and creating ripples where it splashed in. “Ah-Aaaanh!” Ochako moaned with plasure, clasping her hands over Himiko’s and urging her to squeeze harder. “M-more… Himiko-chan...”

And Himiko gave her more. She squeezed hard enough to hurt, hard enough Ochako knew she’d have bruises tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She was in ecstasy, writhing in the bath and clutching Himiko to her like a lifeline. “Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, yes!” She babbled.

Himiko pressed her breasts together, lifted them out of the water and greedily clamped her mouth around both nipples. She sucked. Hard. So hard it squirted into her mouth, so much she couldn’t swallow it and the extra dripped over her lips and into the pool.

The bathwater turned noticeably milkier in the are around them, and the air became redolent with the sweet smell of Ochako’s milk.

Ochako cried out with pleasure, arching her back forward, grabbing Himiko’s hair buns and pressing her face firmly into her breasts. Her hoarse groans, the sloshing of the bathwater and Himiko’s wanton sucking were the only sounds she could hear.

“Fuck yourself,” Himiko growled around Ochako’s tits. “Ochako-chan, I wanna hear you come.”

So she did, slipping two fingers inside herself and one finger rubbing swift circles on her clit. Pain should make you less horny, right? But the way Himiko was sucking and squeezing, so damn hard it hurt, and the tips of her teeth sinking into the plush flesh of her tits – not yet hard enough to draw blood – were sending Ochako to new heights. She furiously fingered her clit and curled her fingers against her g-spot.

In the moment before she came, Ochako wondered, is it healthy to come in a bathtub? With all this fancy bath stuff? But the moment passed, and she came. “Fuck!” she squealed, bucking, fucking herself as hard and fast as she could, and she could feel the come rushing out of her and into the bath. Himiko bit down and squeezed harder, and this time she did draw blood, and that just made Ochako’s orgasm even harder.

“Himiko-chaaaan!” She wailed, reduced to a thrashing, whimpering mess, a toy for Himiko to use as she pleased, because she knew her pleasure gave Himiko pleasure. And she eked out her orgasm as long as she could, until it started to hurt, and Himiko’s teeth in her breasts and tongue lashing over her nipples were too much.

“I-I can’t...” she moaned, pulling her fingertips away from her pussy and grabbing onto the bath for support.

“Not yet, Ochako-chan,” Himiko growled, releasing one of Ochako’s breasts and cupping her pussy. “Not done with you yet, Ochako-chan. There was a wild look in her eyes, like she was gripped with a divine mission.

And she eased one finger into Ochako’s pussy, putting the pad of her thumb – not even on Ochako’s clit, but on the hood. Even that was almost too much. “Himiko-chan! I-I’m too sensitive...”

But Himiko seemed to be able to tell Ochako really wanted it. Or maybe she didn’t, and she was happy to force her, even if she didn’t want it. Ochako didn’t care which.

She went slow, agonizingly slowly, but every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through Ochako’s body so intense it had an edge of pain. Ochako didn’t know if she could cope. She whimpered and whined, at first squirming her hips away only to bring them back close again. She clutched Himiko’s broad shoulders so tight she was leaving marks, torn between pushing and pulling.

Himiko spend up. She went deeper, until her fingers were bottoming out. And her thumb began to rub circles on Ochako’s swollen, oversensitive clit. It hurt, it really did, Ochako couldn’t deny that, but it hurt so good, and it didn’t hurt more than the pleasure exploding through her body in relentless waves she felt might tear her apart. “Fuck! Oh fuck, Himiko-chan! S-st… nnnn, more!”

She gave in, grinding her hips, fucking herself on Himiko’s hand and playing with her own puffy, swollen nipples. And she came again.

Ochako really hoped these rooms were soundproof because she came with a mixture of screams, babbled sobs, “too much,” “yes,” “yes!” cries, wails, until she really was done, until she thought she’d die if she took any more even though she wanted it to go on forever.

She shoved Himiko away so hard Himiko hit the other side of the bathtub, sending water over the edge and ripples bouncing off the sides of the tub. She was wearing her wide, unhinged grin, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. But there was a contrasting tenderness to her eyes.

Ochako reached needy hands out towards her and Himiko came, pulling Ochako onto her lap and rocking her gently, telling her what a good girl she was, how wonderful and what a good girlfriend she was. Ochako cried her last tears into Himiko’s shoulder, although they were no longer tears of pain – she was just thoroughly overwhelmed and needy.

When the water was starting to get lukewarm and the pads of their fingers and toes were starting to get itchy and wrinkled, they finally got out of the pool. Himiko had to help Ochako out, her legs were so unsteady.

Himiko led her into the shower and, with warm water, washed the remains of the suds off. She took the luxuriously fluffy, heated hotel towels and dried them both off.

The whole time Ochako couldn’t staring at Himiko. Her expression was part tender and part smug. And her body. Fuck, her body.

By the time they were mostly dry, Ochako couldn’t stand it anymore. She put her hands on Himiko’s waist and started gently caressing her.

Himiko went still and trembling again, dropping the towels on the floor.

“I just wanna make you feel good,” Ochako said, “Like you made me feel.”

“Wanna be a good girl for me, Ochako-chan?” Himiko asked, making tentative eye contact.

“Yes,” Ochako said with all the sincerity she could muster, which was a lot.

“Be gentle. Or I won’t let you touch me anymore.” Himiko crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

“I wanna do a good job,” Ochako said, almost desperate in her need to please. “Help me. Tell me if it’s too much. Or if you want more.”

Himiko nodded stiffly.

Ochako led her to the bed and laid her down on it like she was immortalizing an angel. Himiko stared up at her, more vulnerable than ever, and tense.

You could barely call it ‘touch’ - Ochako carressed every inch of Himiko’s body until she started to relax and move, gasping and moaning with pleasure. She particularly liked having her neck touched, so that’s where Ochako started kissing. Just the touch of her lips at first. When Himiko’s hands came up to cradle the back of Ochako’s and urge her closer, she started kissing in earnest, lapping in circles with the tip of her tongue, even sucking and biting so gently it definitely wouldn’t hurt.

And Himiko was starting to move her hips. She was grinding on thin air. Ochako was clumsy, she knew it, but she was hoping her gentleness was offsetting it – but she slipped her thigh in between Himiko’s.

The response was immediate, Himiko urging her gorgeous, pussy against Ochako’s thigh and smearing it with come. “Ochako-chan...” Himiko moaned.

Ochako immediately stopped and pulled away an inch. “Himiko?”

Himiko urged her hips up to bring her pussy into contact with Ochako’s thigh again. “I want you to touch my pussy. Please?”

“Can I eat you out?” Ochako said in a rush. She’d been dreaming about this for so, so long!

Himiko nodded feverishly.

“I-I’ve never done it before,” Ochako confessed, blushing. “I-I don’t really know what to do.”

Himiko looked down and cupped Ochako’s chin. “Remember when I did it to you?”

Ochako nodded and blushed harder.

“Like that. But gentler. And… I don’t care if it feels good or not. You don’t have to make me come. I just wanna feel your tongue on me, Ochako-chan. Okay?” Himiko caressed Ochako’s cheek.

Ochako nodded again and set her face in determination. Himiko’s words hadn’t made her less anxious, but all she had to do was her best.

Ochako moved down her body, peppering her kisses along with way. She hadn’t even pleasured Himiko’s nipples like she’d wanted to – but they were both too eager. They’d have time for that later.

Himiko’s pussy smelled incredible, and legs spread wide to bare pink folds and the cutest, littlest pink clit!

“Oh my god, you’re so beautiful!” Ochako couldn’t help gushing. “Your clit is so… so cute!”

When she looked up, Himiko was covering her face with both hands, but not enough to hide her furious blush.

Ochako stroked her fingertips over the faint scars, kissed her way up and down them, and lapped at her outer labia until Himiko was whimpering and grinding urgently, trying to get more contact.

Ochako was drooling so much she had to keep swallowing. She gently parted Himiko’s lips and took a tentative lick.

Fuck.

Fucking delicious.

She’d heard your come kind of tastes like what you’ve eaten. Ochako didn’t know if that was true or not, but she swore she could taste a hint of her own milk – and her own blood – just the tiniest trace of an iron tang.

The taste made her moan. Like when you’ve been hungry all day and taken the first bite of the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted.

And from there, Ochako was gone. She licked, exploring every fold, swirling around Himiko’s clit and flicking it with the very tip of her tongue.

It seemed to take a long time as she tried to figure out what Himiko liked, and Ochako’s tongue got so tired it started to hurt! And she got a krick in her neck! But it was worth it for the taste and feel of Himiko’s silky folds contrasting with her hard clit.

“There...” Himiko breathed, and when Ochako glanced up she was playing with her own nipples and her head was thrown back in ecstasy on the pillow. “Ochako-chan… I-I’m so close, I’m gonna…!”

“Fuuuuuck! Ochako-chaaaaan!” she wailed, hips going crazy, fucking Ochako’s face. Ochako was unprepared for the flood of come that gushed into her mouth, so much it spilled down her chin and smeared on her cheeks.

Ochako was in heaven. She could’ve sucked Himiko’s pussy forever.

But eventually Himiko pushed Ochako away, and Ochako had to take a moment to recover. All she could do was stare at Himiko’s pussy, puffy and swollen, her adorable little pink clit standing out and come still dripping down between her ass cheeks and onto the bedsheets. The musky, salty smells of come and sweat were mingled, and Himiko was panting like she’d just run a race.

“Nnh…” Himiko groaned, reaching down weakly for Ochako.

Ochako went to her and lay down, nestling against Himiko’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” Himiko said, and kissed Ochako’s forehead. “Ochako-chan.”

Ochako hummed. She felt so privileged that Himiko had allowed this to happen, since she’d been so reticent. But she didn’t feel like she could articulate that. So she kissed Himiko on the lips.

*

They dozed for awhile, but roused long enough to clean themselves up and get back in bed.

As they got under the covers, Himiko gave her a mischievous grin. “Momo.”

“Um… what?”

“You liked her, didn’t you? Even before I got her to fuck you?” Himiko’s grin grew to cheshire cat proportions.

Ochako ducked her head and nodded, blushing furiously at the memory of Momo – Momo’s cock inside her, drinking her milk… just the thought was making her horny again.

“I want her,” Himiko said greedily, stroking Ochako’s hair. “I want us to fuck her. I want us to fuck you, Ochako-chan. I want us to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days.”

The mental image was so compelling, and so delicious, it Ochako took a long time to answer. “What we have between us… it’s one thing… but Momo… what if we get caught? What if she turns you in?” She clutched Himiko even tighter. “What if you’re wrong about her? How do you know?

“Because she’s like you, Ochako-chan!” Himiko giggled, blushing and once again getting that unhinged look. “I can tell. She just needs a little enticement, that’s all.”

“What enticement?” Ochako asked, although she guessed what Himiko was going to say, and she was getting so horny at the thought that she wasn’t tired anymore.

Himiko kissed the tip of Ochako’s nose. “You.”

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Not so deep down, Momo didn’t want to be the prim, proper gal anymore. She wanted to just be herself, whoever that was. She was just worried that her real self might be a violent sex maniac. 

She was trying so hard to be the number one and it was a constant struggle, what with having to keep up with the likes of Bakugou, Deku and Todoroki. Trying to be the smartest, the fastest, the strongest, and a great leader was taking its toll. 

That brief time with Ochako in that room had been the only time she had felt free, like herself, in a long, long time. 

But every time she relived the moment in her memory, she became rougher. Harder. Almost to the point of being abusive… her imagination shocked her, thrilled her. All the things she’d thought about doing to Ochako. She was so terribly sweet, so unassuming. She wanted to ruin her sweet little body. 

She wanted more. She wanted to do it again. It was all she could think about, day after day, and Ochako was being so evasive… 

So one night, when she couldn’t take it anymore, Momo snuck over to Ochako’s room after lights out and knocked on her door. She was still wearing her school uniform since she’d been too wound up thinking about everything to take it off. “Ochako, are you there? It’s me… can I come in?”

“Coming!” There was some hurried shuffling from inside before Ochako opened the door, looking flustered and wearing an oversized sweater that hung to her knuckles and brushed the tops of her bare thighs. Her eyes lit up and she beamed, “Momo! Come in.”

 Momo stepped inside, fidgeting and wringing her hands as Ochako closed and locked the door.

“Is everything alright?” Ochako asked, sitting down on her bed. “You seem kinda upset...”

“I’m not upset, I’m just… I’m confused,” Momo said, pacing back and forth in front of Ochako. “It’s been awhile since what happened in the library...”

Ochako folded her hands prettily in her lap, and blushed. 

“And I thought that I needed to give you space, that you might need to work things out. But you haven’t told me anything, and we seem to be getting closer and, well...” Momo screwed up her courage and spat it out. “I think I have a right to know – you’re still seeing that woman, aren’t you?”

“Momo, I...” Ochako made an odd motion, like she was about to pick up her phone from beside her, but it wasn’t there. She glanced away guiltily and squeezed her thighs together.

“You were talking to her just now, weren’t you? That’s why you’re all flustered,” Momo said, unable to keep a note of accusation out of her voice.

“I’m sorry, Momo, I know I should’ve told you and talked about it, but it’s… i-it’s complicated,” Ochako said plaintively. 

“Complicated how? Ochako, I’ve been so worried about you. You’ve changed so much since this all started, you’re so much more serious; and you keep getting hurt.” Momo reached out and gently tugged aside the collar of Ochako’s sweater to reveal an angry looking hickey. There was another mark further down her cleavage, disappearing under the sweatshirt, that also looked like a bite mark. 

Ochako trembled at Momo’s gentle touch, and Momo pulled her hand away. “Ochako, I need to know what’s happening. I need to know that you’re safe. Or...” she drew herself up, crossed her arms over her chest and tried to sound more confident than she felt, “I’ll tell someone about what happened.” 

“Okay!” Ochako said quickly, jumping to her feet and pulling Momo’s arms away from her chest so she could hold her hands. “Just… just please don’t tell anybody. I don’t want her to get in trouble.” 

Momo squeezed Ochako’s hands, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t want to say no to Ochako, but she couldn’t very well promise to keep her secret, not when she knew it might be endangering her. 

“Just after, um… what happened in the library...” they both blushed, “I met up with her again. And I guess I realized that, despite everything that’s happened, I really care about her and I want to make it work.” 

Momo’s heart sank. So she really was involved with this other woman? 

“But I also really care about you,” Ochako said, placing her hands gently on Momo’s waist and gazing up at her hopefully. “I really, really like you, Momo. And I want… I want both of you. Together. But I just didn’t know how to make that happen, or when would be the right time, or if you’d even like her, or if… or if you’d get her into trouble.”

Momo sputtered in disbelief. Ochako liked her! But the pleasure of that tangled with Momo’s confusion and worry. “But… you… s-surely that’s not the issue… after what she did! What’s going on , Ochako? Who is she?”

Ochako took a deep breath, looked deep into Momo’s eyes, and said, “She’s Toga. Himiko Toga.”

Momo clapped her hands over her mouth in horror and pulled away from Ochako, backing slowly towards the door. “You must be joking, o-or it’s some kind of joke,” she said weakly, but Ochako had always been a bad liar. That’s why she had been so evasive and mysterious since the library incident – she hadn’t told any outright lies. Momo could see she was telling the truth about this. 

“No. No, absolutely not!” Momo said, hurrying towards the door and grabbing the handle. “I’m telling somebody!” 

Ochako grabbed her waist with both hands and Momo felt herself start to float. Ochako pulled her away from the door handle, threw her towards the bed and released her. She fell onto the bed with a cry of alarm, a large cow plushie with a red scarf tied around its neck breaking her fall. “Ochako!” she gasped. Ochako wouldn’t hurt her… would she? “What is going on? I thought you were a hero!”

“It’s not like I’m a villain… I’d never do anything that might hurt my classmates, or any of the teachers. But I don’t think I’m a hero anymore, either,” Ochako said, unbuttoning her sweater and throwing it aside. 

Underneath she was wearing a cow print bikini, so small it barely covered her nipples, and a pair of cutoff jeans shorts so tight they barely left anything to the imagination. They were so tight they only zipped up halfway, and the button was so strained it looked like it was about to pop off at any moment. The seam of the shorts had slipped in between her pussy lips, and she was already so wet she’d soaked through the denim. The white straps of her bikini bottom rose out of the shorts, tied at the sides of her hips.

Momo instantly got hard and couldn’t help but stare. Ochako blushed and bashfully covered herself with her hands. 

Momo awkwardly sat up on the bed, willing her erection to go down. Now was so not the time… but Ochako was so hot her body had just responded. “Why are you doing this?” she said, still reeling in disbelief.

“I want a lot of things,” Ochako said, walking slowly towards Momo, “And I guess I’ve realized that… I can have everything that I want.” 

As Ochako drew closer, Momo realized the bikini – if you could even call it that, it was so tiny – was wet with milk where it rested over her nipples, and the undersides of her breasts were shining with milky droplets. Ochako was breathing heavily now, flushed, with a needy look in her eyes. 

Ochako crawled onto the bed and knelt in front of Momo, running her hands up her thighs and lifting her skirt up. The gentle touch sent a wave of arousal through her, and her breath hitched as her panties were revealed, barely restraining her cock. 

“You can have what you want, too, Momo,” Ochako said, looking hungrily down at Momo’s cock and stroking one finger over the waistband of her panties. “Don’t you want me?” 

“Y-you’re manipulating me,” Momo said breathlessly, and squirmed with the discomfort of her cock tenting her panties, pressing against the fabric so hard it was starting to hurt. 

Ochako looked hurt, and pulled away slightly. “I… maybe you’re right, but I don’t mean to. I’m just saying how I feel.” She stroked her palm along the length of Momo’s cock, making her shudder and gasp with pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, Momo. All I wanna do is pleasure you.”

I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t! I need to leave right now, I need to… to tell somebody, Momo thought to herself furiously, but she couldn’t help urging her hips up just a touch, pressing her cock into Ochako’s palm. 

“I see the way you look at me. I know you get hard every time I sit on your lap, even though you try to hide it,” Ochako said, straddling Momo’s lap and wrapping her arms round her shoulders. She lowered herself so her pussy pressed into Momo’s cock. She could feel how wet she was even through her panties. “Do you fantasize about me, Momo?” She asked hopefully. 

“I-I… I don’t… Ochako, stop this,” she protested weakly, her hips jerking again, the head of her cock bumping against Ochako’s hard clit.

“I fantasize about you every night,” Ochako said, “I remember how it felt to have your cock inside me...” she blushed and ducked her head shyly. “How it felt when you sucked my tits… drank my milk...” She was blushing so hard her ears had gone red, and she was breathing so heavily she was almost panting. Droplets of milk were trailing down her tummy now. How full was she, that she was lactating even though neither of them were touching her breasts? Momo could only imagine how uncomfortable she must feel. Surely it must hurt…

“Momo, please, I-I’m so full… even if you tell somebody after this, even if we never do this again, please… help me, I… I need you to milk me,” Ochako pleaded, clutching at Momo’s shirt, her whole body shaking. She was grinding on Momo’s cock, making her long for release even more.

Surely it didn’t matter what was going on with Toga if Ochako needed her now! They could work it all out later. Momo raised her hands to Ochako’s breasts. First she had to…

Had to…

Something caught Momo’s eye over Ochako’s shoulder. Something gleamed slightly in the light. Just the camera lens of a phone, propped up on the desk and pointing at the bed. There were a few books piled in front of it, nearly totally hiding it.

Momo shoved Ochako off the bed. 

“Ah!” Ochako squeaked in pain and surprise, her breasts bouncing as she landed on the floor. “Momo, w-what?”

“You… you are manipulating me,” Momo said, her voice shaking with anger. “Maybe you aren’t doing it on purpose, but she is. And you’re recording this, aren’t you? She’s watching us right now, isn’t she?” Momo jabbed her finger at the phone on Ochako’s desk.

Ochako glanced back at it, eyes widening, and paled. “I-I don’t… Momo, I swear I...”

Momo scooted onto the edge of the bed, grabbed a fistful of Ochako’s hair and roughly yanked her head back, so their eyes met. “Admit it!” She growled. 

“Okay! I… she heard that it was you and told me to hide the phone, I...”

“But you went along with it, didn’t you? What were you trying to do, seduce me? You...” Momo narrowed her eyes at Ochako, who was squirming and panting. Her expression… “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” 

Ochako’s gaze dropped to the side and she blushed. “I-I...” Then she looked up at Momo’s cock. Pursed her lips. Licked them. Completely guileless. 

“Fine. You want me? You can have me, but not in the way you planned. You little slut ,” she spat, giving Ochako a rough shake. “Now take my panties off.”

Ochako was so eager it was indecent. Momo groaned with relief as her cock sprang free, and Ochako made a greedy little whine as she stared at it. “Please, Momo, I… I wanna suck it...” 

“I’ll let you...”

Ochako leaned forward, opening her mouth, but Momo tightened her grip and yanked her head back. “O-ow!” Ochako winced. 

“But not yet. First you’re going to fuck my cock with those tits of yours. And if you do a good job… then I might let you suck it.” Momo roughly yanked Ochako’s silly little excuse for a bikini top off, the motion making her breasts jiggle. Even that small motion made milk squirt out of her nipples, landing on Momo’s thighs. 

“Yes. Yes, oh please, I promise I’ll do a good job,” Ochako whimpered, scooting forward and kneeling so her chest was level with Momo’s hips. She lifted her breasts up, the pressure making milk trickle out of her nipples, down and around her fingers, over her knuckles and hands. 

Momo groaned as Ochako’s breasts enveloped her cock so just the head was peeking out between them. They were so warm and plush. 

Ochako started working her breasts up Momo’s cock, so they completely covered the head, then back down again to pillow against Momo’s hips and the base of her cock. “Oh, fuck!” Momo gasped, tightening her grip in Ochako’s hair. “That feels so good!”

Ochako squeezed harder and sped up, fucking Momo’s cock with her tits. The added speed and pressure made streams of milk squirt out of her nipples, splattering all over the front of Momo’s uniform. 

“Please, Momo...” Ochako panted, “Can I have a taste? Just a little one?” 

In answer, Momo used her grip in Ochako’s hair to shove her down onto her cock. Ochako greedily took the head in her mouth, all she could fit with her breasts in the way, bouncing between her cheeks and Momo’s thighs. 

Momo palmed and played with her breasts through her shirt, pinching her nipples as she let Ochako titfuck her. A small part of her protested, begged her to stop, to apologize.

She shoved that part away. She was so fucking sick of everything. Sick of being a good girl, always trying her best, for what? For this fucked up system that had produced sadists like Himiko Toga, psychopaths like Bakugou, turned Ochako into this? 

It had all gotten to be a little bit too much.

Momo yanked Ochako’s head back off her cock just as she came. 

“Fuck!” she shouted, bucking her hips in time with the movement of Ochako’s breasts. Come pumped out of her onto Ochako’s face, her lips and tongue, arcing onto the tops of her breasts. She pumped her breasts like she was trying to squeeze every last drop of come out of Momo’s cock, the sound turning to a sticky slick as come smeared the shaft of her cock and the inner sides of Ochako’s breasts. 

She had dreamed of splattering Ochako with her come, but this was better than anything she had imagined. Ochako’s blissful, subby expression, the embarrassment at being used this way, was shining on her face. She looked both delighted and humiliated at being used like this. 

She dipped her face to Momo’s cock and ran her tongue from the base to the tip on one long, slow lap. Her come-covered tongue disappeared into her mouth, her throat moved as she swallowed, and she gazed up at Momo adoringly. “You taste so good, Momo.”

Momo slapped her. “I didn’t say you could do that!” 

“Ah!” Ochako gasped, although she sounded more aroused than in pain, “I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself!”

Momo grabbed her hair and forced her down onto her back, hiking her legs up and folding her in half so her knees were on either side of her head, and pinned her down. 

*

There was a long moment where Himiko thought Momo was going to back out. She stared down at Ochako, conflicted emotions warring on her face. 

Himiko could practically see the words forming in Momo’s mind – she had been Momo enough times to know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to – I just lost control! Is there anything I can do to make it up you?

Then her face hardened, her eyes narrowed and she held Ochako down harder. Himiko’s pussy clenched around the finger already inside her and she felt more wetness leak out onto her bed. 

Ochako gave a familiar squeak of pain and squirmed, but Momo had the height, the leverage and the weight. She had even pinned Ochako’s wrists under her legs, so she couldn’t use her quirk to get free. Ochako was completely at Momo’s mercy. But it did not look like she was going to get any.

“Oh Ochako-chan, you’re so helpless...” Himiko gasped in delight, hurriedly propping her phone up against the pillow so she could play with her breasts. She only wished she could be in the room with them! Or at least that the picture was clearer. 

Himiko watched, entranced, as Momo released Ochako’s wrists only to place them firmly on her breasts. 

“Suck them!” Momo ordered. 

“But I want you to...” Ochako whined, but another mean little slap from Momo interrupted her. With a sad, needy whimper, she took holds of her breasts and, with the pinkies sticking out so she didn’t accidentally float herself, took both of her own nipples in her mouth and started to suck. At least, that’s what Himiko assumed.

“Fuck! The angle’s all wrong!” Himiko wailed, rolling from side to side in frustration. She could only see the top of Ochako’s head from this angle! 

She turned the audio up to max, glad she was wearing earphones as she heard the lewd sounds of Ochako enthusiastically sucking her own tits. 

“Good girl,” Momo said with a smile, freeing one of Ochako’s ankles just long enough to guide the tip of her cock to Ochako’s pussy. It was already shiny with spit and milk, and as Ochako jutted her hips up to meet it, she smeared it with her slick. Momo teased her, running the underside of her cock up and down Ochako’s slit. 

Poor, needy Ochako strained her pussy shamelessly against Momo’s cock, as much as she could in her compromised position, until Momo guided the head up to her entrance. 

“Yes, yes, yes, put it in!” Himiko begged. Ochako was so wet and ready come was dripping down her tummy now, mingled with the precome from the tip of Momo’s cock. Her moans became louder and more urgent. 

Momo wasn’t even a little bit gentle as she shoved in. Even Himiko’s eyes widened and she blushed as she saw how rough Momo was being. Ochako yelped and gasped, surrendered her own tits so she could throw an arm over her face. 

Momo slapped her again. “I didn’t say you could stop sucking!” 

“Ah! I’m sorry…” Ochako whimpered, and did as she was told. 

Momo bottomed out with a throaty growl and began to pound her into the floor, her breasts and spiky ponytail and fringe bouncing with her furious motions. And her hand returned to Ochako, not to her ankle as before, but shoved in between her breasts to grab her throat. Ochako’s desperate moans of overwhelmed pain and pleasure, muffled by her own tits and made wet by the milk she was swallowing, took on a choked quality. 

But she didn’t sound any less aroused. If anything her whimpers sounded more intense and she was rutting urgently up into Momo’s thrusts. 

Himiko panted as she curled her finger inside herself faster and harder. She grinned wide and giggled to herself, “Oh, Ochako-chan, I didn’t know you liked being choked… I’m gonna have to do that to you one of these days myself...”

“Can’t believe you’re getting off on this. Getting choked and fucked so hard,” Momo panted, “You dirty little slut!”

Ochako gave that pained whine she always did when she felt humiliated, but also turned on. Himiko knew she’d be turning the full force of her puppy dog eyes up at Momo, who did not relent.

She came with a shout, wet slaps filling the room as she filled Ochako up with her come.

Himiko stared as Momo emptied herself into the whimpering, moaning Ochako. She was so close, too, grinding the heel of her palm furiously against her clit, but she couldn’t quite get there. It was the separation, the frustration of not being able to be there to join in. How she’d love to be sitting on Ochako’s face as this happened, making out with Momo. Or sucking Ochako’s tits for her.

Or, in Ochako’s place, the thought popped into her mind, and she saw a vivid mental image of herself on the floor, getting pounded and degraded by Momo, held down, helpless. 

“No! I’d hate that!” she spat, “I’m the one in charge!” But the thought was just turning her on more. She was so close, so close, she wanted to come, if she could just… 

Momo pulled out, panting heavily, and come spilled out of Ochako’s pussy to splatter down her tummy and onto the undersides of her breasts. She sat back on the bed, released Ochako, who rolled onto her side and curled up, stretching out her poor aching limbs. 

Ochako whimpered, got to her knees and gazed plaintively up at Momo. “Momo… please, I-I’m so close. And you haven’t sucked my tits...”

“Maybe I’ll give you what you want… next time,” Momo said coldly, getting to her feet and rearranging her thoroughly disheveled school uniform. 

Ochako got to her feet, shaking, and grabbed onto the front of Momo’s shirt. “Can I at least have a kiss?”

Momo’s expression softened as she looked down at Ochako’s hopeful face. She cupped one cheek, leaned in and kissed her. With tongue.

That’s so hot! I wanna see them kiss in person so bad... Himiko thought, still trying and failing to make herself come. Her wrist was starting to hurt. It was so frustrating! 

Momo broke the kiss, licked her lips and caressed Ochako’s cheek. “I forgot how sweet you taste,” she hummed.

“You can have as much as you want,” Ochako said, pressing herself against Momo’s side and nuzzling against her shoulder. 

Momo was clearly troubled as she looked down at the top of Ochako’s head. She allowed a few more moments of affection before disengaging and striding determinedly up to the phone, picking it up and turning it around.

“Guh-ah!” Himiko floundered and sat up against her headboard, snatching up her phone as she was confronted with Momo’s angry face. She’d been so busy trying to get herself to come she hadn’t prepared herself for this possibility. 

“Did you enjoy that, Himiko Toga?” Momo demanded.

Himiko forgot about her discomfort, a sly grin spreading over her face. “Uh huhhh… oh, you fucked her sooo good, Momo...” she giggled, still fingering herself with her other hand even though she’d given up on coming tonight.

“I’m coming for you next,” Momo said, her voice low and menacing. “And I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done.”

“What I’ve done?” Himiko laughed somewhat hysterically. “Oh Momo-chan, after tonight how can you blame me for all this? Just look at what the two of you’ve done! I have it all recorded, you know, if you wanna see...”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” Momo snapped. “Just know that I’m going to find you. And when I do, I won’t be as gentle as I was with Ochako.”

Himiko’s eyes widened. Her finger curled and stalled on her sweet spot, her palm pressed against her clit.

And she came.