The Golden Boy’s Burden

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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Next Story (Chapter 68): To Be Continued….

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The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated Nemuri Kayama’s office within the Busteez Hero Agency. The room was stylishly decorated in deep purples and blacks, with a large window overlooking the city skyline. She sat behind a sleek mahogany desk, legs crossed, flipping through a stack of printed reports with a lazy flick of her manicured fingers.

 

Electrical bill: paid.
Water usage: well within limits.
Maintenance and cleaning fees: negligible compared to revenue.

 

Nemuri leaned back in her leather chair, letting out a low, amused hum. These numbers barely registered as a rounding error against a single week’s profits. The agency was thriving—hero clientele paid premium rates for discretion, luxury, and the unique “hero-only” experience she had built from the ground up.

 

She set the reports down and stared out the window for a moment, a nostalgic smile curving her lips.

 

‘How things have changed.’

 

Back in her early pro-hero days, she had scraped by on modest endorsement deals and appearance fees. Midnight had been flashy, powerful, and desired—but the hero industry back then was still figuring out how to monetize celebrity properly. Some months she’d barely covered rent after costume repairs and agency cuts. Now? She ran an empire that catered exclusively to the strongest, most famous heroes in the country. The money flowed in faster than she could spend it.

 

A soft chuckle escaped her.

 

“Who would have thought the ‘R-rated Hero’ would end up running the most exclusive pleasure club in Japan?” she murmured to herself, tapping a nail against the desk.

 

She remembered the skepticism when she first pitched the idea—some called it scandalous, others said it would ruin her reputation. But she had built it anyway: a safe, luxurious haven where heroes could unwind without judgment, where Quirks could be celebrated rather than hidden, and where the line between fantasy and reality blurred just enough to be thrilling.

 

And now, years later, she was sitting on top of it all.

 

Nemuri’s gaze drifted to a framed photo on her desk—taken shortly after the agency’s grand opening. She stood in the center, surrounded by the first wave of staff and performers, all of them smiling with a mix of excitement and nerves.

 

She picked it up, thumb brushing over the glass.

 

“Not bad for a former underground fighter who used to get paid in exposure and cheap wine,” she whispered with a fond smile.

 

A quiet knock sounded at the door.

 

“Come in,” she called, setting the photo back down and straightening in her chair, the confident, sultry mask of Midnight slipping effortlessly back into place.

 

The door opened, and the next chapter of her evening began.

 

Izuku Midoriya came stepping into Nemuri Kayama’s office. Nemuri could smell something like curry wafting from him, meaning he’d been eating dinner in the ballroom. The dimly lit room with its soft purple accents, and the air carrying a faint trace of her signature perfume—something sultry and floral, was a stark contrast to the hall outside which was more brightly lit and had a smell almost like fresh paint and plaster.

 

“Ms. Midnight? You asked me to drop by?”

 

Nemuri looked up from her desk, a warm, teasing smile spreading across her lips. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with deliberate grace.

 

“Izuku, we’re not in class or out on patrol. You can just call me Nemuri here.” She gestured for him to take a seat. “How’s harem life treating you? I heard you recently added Camie to the mix.”

 

Izuku’s face flushed instantly, a bashful smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah… yeah. It’s… going well. Really well, actually.”

 

Nemuri’s smile widened, clearly enjoying how easily he got flustered. “Cute. I was only teasing, sweetheart.” She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers. “The real reason I asked you here was to talk about your Gold Membership card.”

 

Izuku’s expression shifted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sleek golden card, placing it gently on the desk between them.

 

“I figured this conversation was coming eventually,” he said, a little sheepish. “If you need to revoke it or adjust the privileges, I completely understand—”

 

Nemuri raised a hand, cutting him off with a soft laugh.

 

“You’re misunderstanding, Izuku. I’m not revoking anything.” She slid the card back toward him with one finger. “I want you to use it more. And not just with your girlfriends.”

 

Izuku stared at her, genuinely shocked, mouth slightly open.

 

“Huh!?” he replied after a moment.

 

Nemuri leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with that signature sultry grace as she regarded Izuku with a knowing smile.

 

“I confess,” she began, voice smooth and slightly amused, “when I first put that little contest into motion, I never actually expected someone to win—at least not for a good while. Those lottery ball things aren’t exactly fair, you know.” She gave a small shrug. “Seems Lady Luck really likes you, Izuku.”

 

Izuku still looked adorably confused, eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open as he tried to follow.

 

Nemuri continued, her tone shifting into something more businesslike but still warm.

 

“Business has been going quite well as of late. I’ve made more in a single month than I did in ten years on the street doing normal hero work.” She watched him nod slowly, though she could tell he still wasn’t quite sure where she was heading. “I’d like you to use the card a bit more often for official business. It’ll help the girls earn some extra money, and—as odd as it sounds—take my profits down just a bit. Taxes get nastier the more profit you make, and the last thing I want is an audit. Those guys at the NTA aren’t paid jack, and they might leak the things that happen here for a quick buck from the tabloids.”

 

Izuku blinked, processing her words. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as the implication fully sank in.

 

“You… want me to use the Gold Card… with the other girls here? Not just my harem?”

 

Nemuri’s smile turned playfully wicked, though her eyes remained kind.

 

“Exactly. Think of it as a public service. The girls get well-compensated, the agency stays under the tax radar, and you get to… stretch your legs a little.” She tilted her head, watching his reaction with open amusement. “Unless, of course, you’re too shy. But from what I’ve heard around the building, you’ve been handling your current responsibilities quite admirably.”

 

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, ears burning. “I… I’ll think about it. I mean… only if the girls are okay with it, of course.”

 

Nemuri chuckled softly, leaning forward to rest her chin on her interlaced fingers. “That’s the spirit. Just remember, Izuku… this place runs on mutual enjoyment. No pressure. But if you ever feel like expanding your… horizons a bit, the card is always valid.”

 

She gave him a slow, teasing wink.

 

“After all, you are our very special Gold Card client.” she said.

 

Izuku nodded slowly, still processing everything. He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks still faintly pink as he muttered, half to himself, “Maybe Mina would be interested… she already told Momo she doesn’t want to join the harem…”

 

Nemuri let out a rich, throaty laugh, the sound warm and teasing as it filled the office.

 

“Oh, Izuku,” she said, amusement dancing in her eyes, “if you’re that worried about who to ask, why not have a little fun with me instead?”

 

She rose gracefully from her chair, leaning forward over the desk in a deliberate, languid motion. The movement caused her already impressive breasts—now noticeably larger and fuller than before—to strain against the tight fabric of her blouse, the deep cleavage on full display. The top few buttons were undone just enough to tease, the soft, pale curves practically spilling forward.

 

“I recently had Rie upgrade these a little,” Nemuri purred, voice low and sultry as she gave a subtle roll of her shoulders, making her enhanced tits jiggle enticingly. “They’re still getting used to their new size. I wouldn’t mind giving them a little… test run. With you.”

 

She straightened slightly, but kept leaning forward, elbows on the desk, chin resting on her interlaced fingers as she looked at him with hooded eyes and a playful, predatory smile.

 

“What do you say, Izuku? Care to help an old pro hero break in her new assets?” she said suggestively.

 

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The heavy bass from the ballroom thrummed through the walls like a distant heartbeat as Izuku and Nemuri slipped into one of the private rooms on the first floor. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Nemuri turned and pulled him into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Their lips crashed together, tongues sliding hot and eager, tasting the faint remnants of Inko’s cooking and the growing heat between them.

 

Nemuri wondered for a split second if she was coming on too strongly, too fast—but the thought dissolved the instant she pressed her palm against the front of his pants and felt the massive, rock-hard bulge straining against the fabric. A shiver ran through her, the enhanced sensitivity from her medication making even that simple pressure feel electric. The mildly taboo thrill of doing this with her student only heightened the rush, sending a fresh pulse of heat straight between her legs.

 

The room itself was a decadent cocoon of sensuality: walls painted in layered shades of deep pink, crimson, and rich purple that shifted under the soft spotlights built into the corners. A polished chrome dance pole stood in the center of the room, catching the colored lights and throwing reflections across the plush velvet seating that lined the walls.

 

Nemuri broke the kiss just long enough to step back. With a practiced, fluid motion she stripped herself completely naked. The fabric of her clothes had been rubbing against her hypersensitive skin all day, even with the dulling medication—every seam and fold had felt like teasing fingers. The moment the last garment hit the floor, she let out a soft sigh of relief, her bare skin finally free from the constant, overwhelming stimulation.

 

Izuku’s eyes darkened as he watched her. He tapped his Quickband; ribbons of nanotech spiraled out and dissolved his clothes in seconds, leaving him completely bare. His gigantic cock sprang free—thick as her thigh, over a meter long, already rock-hard and throbbing, the heavy head glistening with precum.

 

The sight alone nearly made Nemuri cum on the spot, to say nothing about the smell! A thick, manly odor that seemed to cling to the inside of her nostrils, making her dizzy with lust. It was no wonder Izuku had such a big harem of girls. No one woman could keep a dick like this satiated for very long!

 

Her breath hitched sharply, nipples hardening into stiff, aching nubs as a fresh wave of arousal flooded her body. She dropped smoothly to her knees in front of him, the plush carpet soft against her skin. With both hands she pressed her full, heavy breasts together, creating a deep, inviting valley of soft, warm flesh. Her nipples throbbed visibly, sensitive to even the air in the room.

 

Izuku groaned low in his throat at the sight, his cock twitching hard between them.

 

Nemuri looked up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes, lips parted, voice husky and dripping with need.

 

“God, look at you… so big… so perfect…”

 

She leaned forward, pressing the heavy weight of her tits around the thick shaft, enveloping as much of his length as she could. The heat of him against her sensitive skin was almost too much; she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan as she began to slowly stroke him with her breasts, the soft, plush flesh gliding along his veined length while her tongue flicked out to tease the leaking tip on every upward stroke.

 

The sheer size of him made her breasts look almost small in comparison, yet they still enveloped a generous portion of his shaft in warm, yielding flesh. She continued to stroke him slowly, sliding her breasts up and down his length with deliberate, sensual movements. The soft, pillowy skin molded around every thick vein and ridge, the friction smooth and slick from the precum already leaking from the swollen head.

 

Izuku groaned deeply, the sound low and rough in his throat. “Nemuri… your breasts feel so nice and soft…”

 

She giggled, the sound throaty and pleased, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks as they dragged along his shaft with every stroke. “Flattery like that will get you everywhere with me, Izuku,” she purred, voice dripping with lust.

 

Leaning forward, she opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock between her lips. She pushed down slowly, swallowing half his enormous length in one smooth glide. Her throat bulged visibly, the thick outline of his cock pressing outward against the delicate skin of her neck. The stretch was intense, her jaw aching in the most delicious way as her tongue swirled frantically around the underside.

 

The moment the head pushed into her throat, Nemuri’s eyes rolled back. A powerful orgasm crashed through her without any direct stimulation to her pussy—just the act of sucking his massive dick was enough. Her whole body shuddered, a muffled, wet moan vibrating around his shaft as her pussy clenched and squirted lightly onto the carpet beneath her.

 

She pulled back just a little, spit trailing from her lips, voice slurred and wrecked with pleasure as she slurred around his cock, “PHUG MUH PHASHE… GIT RUFF WIPH MEH!!!”

 

Izuku’s hands moved instantly. Grabbing fistfuls of her messy black hair, gripping tightly as he thrust forward. He fucked her mouth, throat, and stomach with deep, powerful strokes—each one forcing more of his gigantic cock past her lips bulging her neck obscenely with every plunge. Saliva poured from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glossy ropes, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

 

Nemuri came again, harder this time—her body convulsing, pussy gushing in messy spurts onto the floor as her throat spasmed around him. Her bright blue eyes were glassy, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks, but she never pulled away. Instead she moaned louder around his cock, the vibrations intensifying with every brutal thrust.

 

“Glrk, gluck, glrk!” The wet, choking sounds filled the room as Izuku used her face, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against her chin. Nemuri’s hands clutched at his thighs, nails digging in, encouraging him to go harder, deeper, faster. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with every thrust, nipples aching, her entire body trembling through continuous, rolling orgasms triggered purely by the act of being throat-fucked by his monstrous cock.

 

Izuku groaned above her, fingers tightening in her hair as he lost himself in the tight, wet heat of her throat, the sight of her ruined, blissful expression driving him wild.

 

The music from the ballroom continued to thump faintly through the walls, but inside the private room, the only sounds that mattered were the wet gagging, the desperate moans, and the raw, filthy pleasure of Nemuri surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation of being used by Izuku’s gigantic dick.

 

Izuku’s grip tightened in Nemuri’s messy black hair as he continued to fuck her throat with long, deliberate strokes, treating her mouth like a second pussy. He pulled back until just the swollen head remained between her stretched lips, then thrust forward again, sinking his entire massive length into the tight, wet heat of her throat with a wet gluck. Nemuri’s eyes fluttered, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her cheeks as her throat bulged around his girth, the thick outline of his cock visibly sliding up and down her neck with every pump.

 

She loved it—the way her mouth was forced so wide it ached, the way her throat was stuffed so full she could barely breathe, the perverse glrk-glrk-glrk sounds she made every time he bottomed out. Each thrust sent fresh sparks of ecstasy through her hypersensitive body. Her pussy clenched and squirted untouched onto the carpet beneath her, another powerful orgasm crashing over her as he used her face.

 

When Izuku finally slowed and pulled his cock free with a long, wet schlooorp, Nemuri gasped for air, strings of thick saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head. She moaned loudly, voice hoarse and wrecked, immediately pressing her face against the underside of his massive shaft. She rubbed her cheek and lips along the hot, veined length like a cat in heat, kissing and licking every inch she could reach while her hands cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging them.

 

“Mmm… more! I need more…” she slurred, voice thick with lust and desperation. Her tongue dragged slowly up the underside of his cock, swirling around the head before she kissed the tip, tasting the mix of her own spit and his precum. “Please… don’t stop… I need this cock… need you to use me…”

 

Her breasts heaved with every shaky breath, nipples stiff and aching, her thighs slick with her own arousal as she continued to nuzzle and worship his length, completely lost in the overwhelming lust running through her.

 

Izuku groaned deeply, head tipped back as he let Nemuri worship his heavy balls. Her glossy lips kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin, tongue swirling in slow, reverent circles around each one before she gently pulled one into her warm mouth, humming with pleasure. The vibrations traveled straight up his shaft, making his cock twitch and leak precum onto her forehead. She moaned around him, clearly enjoying herself just as much, her hands gently massaging the base of his cock while she lavished attention on his sack.

 

After several long, indulgent moments, Nemuri released him with a wet pop. She turned around on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him—full, round, and perfectly shaped. Reaching back with both hands, she pried her cheeks apart, exposing her tight pink hole and dripping pussy completely.

 

“Stuff that fat monster dick up my ass,” she begged, voice husky and dripping with lust. “Stretch my hole so it loses all shape forever! I want to be unable to walk without shitting myself!”

 

Izuku’s eyes widened, momentarily shocked by the raw vulgarity. Nemuri glanced back over her shoulder and laughed, low and teasing.

 

“All those girlfriends and you don’t have a little rough dirty talk? I’ll have to talk to them!” she said, her tone playful even as her body trembled with anticipation.

 

That seemed to flip a switch in him. Izuku’s expression shifted from surprise to something darker, more determined. His hand came down hard on her ass with a loud CRACK, the impact making her cheek ripple and bloom pink. Nemuri moaned sharply at the sting.

 

He grabbed her hips, lined up the massive, precum-slick head of his cock with her tight ring, and shoved forward.

 

The thick crown forced its way inside with a wet pop, stretching her asshole wide. Nemuri screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing instantly. “I’M CUMMING!” she screamed, rocking her body back against his.

 

Her pussy gushed hard, squirting in powerful arcs that splashed against Izuku’s balls and down her own thighs. Her asshole clenched and fluttered wildly around the invading girth, the sheer stretch pushing her straight into a shattering orgasm from penetration alone. Her arms shook, nearly collapsing as pleasure overwhelmed her hypersensitive body.

 

“FUCK!!! SO BIG… SPLITTING MY ASS OPEN…!! YES! MORE!! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!!!” she wailed, pushing back greedily even as she came.

 

Izuku didn’t stop. He gripped her hips tighter and drove forward, feeding inch after thick inch into her greedy hole until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against her dripping pussy. The bulge in her stomach was immediate and grotesque, the outline of his cock surging upward beneath her skin.

 

Nemuri’s scream dissolved into broken, ecstatic sobs as she came again, her body shaking violently, pussy squirting continuously around nothing while her asshole milked his massive length. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her ruined hole taking him, and Nemuri’s desperate, filthy pleas for more.

 

Izuku gripped Nemuri’s hips tighter, fingers digging deep into her soft flesh as he pulled back slowly. The thick head of his cock dragged along her stretched inner walls, making her whimper and shudder. Then, with a powerful snap of his hips, he drove forward again, burying all of his massive length into her ass in one brutal thrust.

 

Nemuri’s scream was loud and broken, echoing off the walls of the private room. “FUUUUUCK… YES!!! SO DEEP… YOUR COCK IS REARRANGING MY ORGANS!! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!”

 

The sheer size of him created a blatant, phallic-shaped lump in her abdomen. The thick ridge of his shaft pressed outward beneath her skin, visibly moving from just above her pubic bone all the way up past her navel with every thrust. Each time he pulled back, the bulge receded, only to surge higher and more prominently when he slammed back in, reshaping her insides around his girth.

 

Nemuri was completely lost in it. She bucked back against him like a woman possessed, rocking her hips frantically to meet every thrust, driving him even deeper. Drool spilled from the corner of her open mouth, her tongue hanging out as she panted and moaned like an animal in heat.

 

“FUCK YOUR TEACHER LIKE THE WHORE SHE IS!” she screamed, voice hoarse and cracking. “RUIN MY ASSHOLE MORE! FUCK MY ORGANS MORE! I’M CUMMING, CUMMING SO HARD ON YOUR MONSTER DICK! AGAIN! I’M CUMMING AGAIN! DON’T STOP!!!HARDER!! BREAK MEEEEE!!!”

 

Her pussy gushed continuously, squirting in hot, messy jets that splashed against his balls and ran down her thighs. Her asshole clenched and fluttered wildly around his invading cock, the stretched ring gripping him like a vice even as it gaped obscenely around his thickness. The bulge in her stomach pulsed and shifted with every savage thrust, the head of his cock grinding against the deepest parts of her body.

 

Izuku groaned, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucked her harder, the wet schlop-schlop-schlop of her ruined ass filling the room alongside her screams. He suddenly pulled her upright—still impaled on his cock—until she was on just her knees. He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady, leaning over her shoulder. Nemuri twisted her head, meeting him in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues swirled messily together, saliva mixing as they moaned into each other’s mouths.

 

His free hand reached around and grabbed one of her huge, enhanced breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh roughly, fingers sinking deep as his thumb flicked over her painfully stiff nipple. Nemuri whimpered into the kiss, her body trembling violently as yet another orgasm ripped through her.

 

“CUMMING AGAIN!! YOUR COCK IS DESTROYING MY ASS!!! I LOVE IT… I LOVE BEING YOUR ANAL WHORE!! KEEP FUCKING ME!!! DON’T EVER STOP!!”

 

She rocked back against him frantically even in this new position, ass rippling with every impact, her belly still bulging obscenely from the sheer size stretching her from the inside. Drool ran down her chin as she kissed him sloppily, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked so deep and so hard by her former student’s monstrous cock.

 

Izuku kept thrusting up into her, one hand mauling her breast, the other holding her hip, their bodies pressed tight together as the filthy, passionate rhythm continued. Nemuri’s screams and moans never stopped, her body shaking through orgasm after orgasm, completely addicted to the feeling of being so thoroughly used.

 

Izuku’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he pounded into Nemuri’s stretched asshole with everything he had. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back as he groaned through clenched teeth, “Nemuri… fuck! I’m gonna cum soon…”

 

Nemuri’s head snapped back, her messy black hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. She pushed back against him frantically, voice hoarse and dripping with desperate lust, “DO IT!!! CUM INSIDE ME AND FLOOD MY GUTS WITH YOUR HOT, STICKY CUM!!! I NEED IT!! PLEASE, FILL YOUR TEACHER’S ASS UP!!”

 

Izuku growled. He grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them back like handlebars, using them for leverage as he began slamming into her even faster. The wet, filthy schlop-schlop-schlop of his massive cock destroying her asshole filled the room, her cheeks rippling violently with every brutal impact.

 

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN! CUMMING SO HARD… YOUR COCK IS BREAKING MY ASS!! DON’T STOP! KEEP GOING!! I’M YOUR ANAL WHORE!!! CUMMING, CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!!!” Nemuri screamed, her voice cracking into shattered, broken wails as orgasm after orgasm tore through her.

 

With a deep, guttural groan, Izuku buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently inside her, erupting in thick, powerful jets of cum that flooded her intestines. The sheer volume was immediate and overwhelming—gallons surging into her in heavy, relentless waves.

 

“AHHHH!!! CUMMING… CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD!! YOUR CUM IS MAKING ME CUM EVEN MORE!!! I’M LOSING MY MIND!! SO GOOD, SO FULL…! I’M YOUR CUMDUMP, YOUR ANAL CUMTOILEEEEET!!!” she howled.

 

Her entire body convulsed violently, pussy squirting in forceful jets that soaked the floor beneath her while her asshole milked Izuku’s cock in rhythmic, desperate spasms. Tears streamed down her face, drool dripping from her chin as she shook and wailed through the overwhelming ecstasy, completely lost in the sensation of being completely flooded.

 

Izuku held her hips tight, groaning as he emptied every last drop into her ruined ass, the two of them locked together in a filthy, perfect storm of pleasure.

 

The two of them collapsed forward together onto the soaked carpet, both of them panting heavily. His cock finally slipped free from her gaping asshole with a long, wet shlorp, releasing the built-up pressure inside her. A thick, creamy torrent of cum immediately gushed out in heavy waves — white ropes pouring from her ruined hole, splattering noisily onto the floor and running down her trembling thighs in messy rivers.

 

Nemuri lay there for a long moment, face pressed into the pillow, body still twitching with aftershocks. ‘Even though he’s stopped fucking me… I’m still cumming…’ she thought hazily, another weak orgasm rippling through her as more cum leaked steadily from her stretched, fluttering asshole.

 

Several long minutes passed before either of them found the strength to move. Nemuri eventually pushed herself up on shaky legs, cum still slowly oozing from her well-fucked hole and dripping down the insides of her thighs. She staggered slightly as she crossed the room, retrieving a sleek black tablet from a hidden panel on the wall.

 

Turning back toward Izuku, she held out her hand with a soft, sated smile.

 

“Card, please.”

Izuku, still catching his breath, handed her the Gold Card. Nemuri swiped it through a reader slot on the tablet. The screen flashed green for a moment, then displayed a confirmation message.

 

She smiled, satisfied, and handed the card back to him.

 

“There,” she said, tapping the screen once more. “Now, two or three more of those a week and it’ll be fine!”

 

Izuku blinked, still flushed and dazed from the intensity of what they’d just done.

 

“Two or three…?”

 

Nemuri’s smile turned playfully wicked as she leaned down and kissed his forehead tenderly.

 

“Consider it part of your official duties as our favorite Gold Card client, Izuku.” She winked. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while every single time.”

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)