Momo walked down the hallways of Heights Alliance with a smile on her lovely face and a spring in her step. Several of her classmates greeted her, getting an even more radiant smile that left some of them dazed.
‘I owe Jiro so much… I need to do something nice for her before summer ends,‘ the wealthy beauty thought to herself as she exited the dorm building, squinting slightly against the bright sunshine. Her friend had restored the Everything Hero’s confidence much like the time Shoto Todoroki restored her belief in herself when they both fought again Aizawa during the end of term exams.
Of course, how Todoroki and Jiro had gone about helping her were very different; just thinking about the time she had recently spent with Jiro had Momo’s face lighting up like a Christmas tree. At the moment, there was luckily no one around to see her blushing so hard, but as she got closer to the Hero Complex, that would change. She needed to get herself under control…
And naturally, that was when she turned a corner and almost ran into Izuku Midoriya.
“I… uhhh…” Izuku’s eyes widened with shock, looking like two giant saucers.
They both froze, staring wide-eyed at each other. They hadn’t spoken since their last disastrous encounter on the first day of summer course, and while Momo was a bit ashamed to admit it, she had been deliberately avoiding Izuku, out of pure embarrassment and hurt feelings. And now that they were abruptly face to face, she had no idea what to say or how to react.
Suddenly Izuku got down on his knees and then bent forward, until his forehead was touching the ground. “Yaoyoruza-san!” he said, his voice a bit muffled as Momo stared in shock. “I sincerely apologize for leaving you the way I did the last time we saw each other. It was cowardly and unbecoming of a hero; I promise, I’ll make it up to you somehow! Please forgive me…”
Momo stared in silence at Izuku for a brief moment.
“…Midoriya-san, please, get up,” Momo told him, kneeling to help Izuku to his feet. “We all were not prepared for what this summer had in store for us… And I know you’re a good person so of course I forgive you.”
Izuku stared at her for a moment before smiling, small tears in the corners of his eyes. “You don’t know how much this means to me… Thank you…Momo?” he tried out her first name.
“You’re welcome, Izuku,” she replied, silently giving him permission. He beamed back at her, making Momo giggle. Now that things were more relaxed between them, she took the opportunity to take a closer look at Izuku.
“You seem…different now, somehow,” Momo commented. “Better, with more confidence.” A tiny smirk appeared on her face. “Much different then how you were on the first day of summer class,” she teased, remembering how panicked and anxious Izuku had been.
Izuku groaned softly. “I’m never going to live that down,” he agreed wryly, before giving Momo a wary, considerate look. “Momo…would you be willing to give me a second chance to complete our assignment?” As her eyes widened, Izuku hurried on. “I uhh… know this is really sudden, and probably not the best time, but I really want to make it up to you, so…please?”
Hesitant at having her feelings hurt again, Momo started to fumble over her own words. ‘Before, Izuku simply panicked; but he seems much calmer now, so it will be fine. And…I’m curious if the rumors I’ve been hearing about him are true…‘
“All right,” she told him, watching Izuku’s face light up for the second time.
“Really?! Awesome! Are you free right now? will that work for you?”
Momo shook her head regretfully. “I’m afraid not; I have a one on one tutoring session to attend. How about later tonight?”
Far from discouraged, Izuku nodded forcefully. “You got it. Don’t worry, Momo: I’m going to make it up to you!”
Smiling fondly at his back as Izuku dashed off, Momo turned around-only to let out a startled shriek when Mirko abruptly crashed down in front of her! “AHHHH! Mirko-sama, what-”
“There you are kid! C’mon, let’s go!” Mirko barked, grabbing hold of Momo and tensing her powerful legs as Momo paled.
“W-WAIT-AHHHHHHHHHH!” Momo found herself screaming again as they rocketed into the hair. She clung to Mirko with all her might, more from the unexpected nature of what was happening than any real fear.
With another crash, Mirko landed in front of the Hero Complex; Momo felt guiltily relieved when several onlookers let out cries of startlement. “…was that really necessary, Mirko-sensei?” she asked, feeling out of sorts as she hurriedly let go of the pro hero.
Mirko grinned up at her. “What?” she asked ‘innocently,’ rabbit ears twitching. “It was the fastest way to get here, and I know you don’t want to keep me waiting. Now, follow me.” She set off for a fast walk into the Hero Complex building, forcing Momo to trot to catch up, despite her longer legs.
“Um, Mirko-sama? You still haven’t told me how you’re going to be tutoring me,” Momo pointed out, doing her best to keep her eyes off of Mirko’s toned ass while they walked.
“Eh, I thought that showing you would be better than just telling you,” Mirko said over her shoulder, the glint in her eyes making Momo a little nervous. “Here we go,” the rabbit themed heroine announced as she opened a dressing room door and walked inside.
Momo gazed around at all the different costumes and clothes stored in the room; a sharp whistle made her look up, and she managed to catch the outfit thrown at her.
“Change into that,” Mirko ordered, already stripping out of her own costume, making Momo blush.
“R-Right here and now?!” Momo asked, her voice squeaking a little.
Rolling her eyes, Mirko nodded, before smirking. “Unless you would prefer to do it in front of an audience, which I can definitely–”
“Here is fine!” Momo squeaked, hurriedly pulling off her clothes. Her blush got worse at Mirko’s teasing whistle of admiration. Her new outfit didn’t help either, being a slingshot bikini that would just barely cover her nipples and pussy.
One look at Mirko told Momo that complaining wouldn’t do her any good; the pro heroine’s new outfit, if you could even call it that, was in some ways even skimpier than her own. With black latex crosses over her nipples, a tiny thong, black latex thigh high stockings, and a gold collar around her neck, Momo could feel her face burning just looking at her.
And some warmth further down her body was well…
“Looking good Yaoyorozu!” Mirko complimented her, walking around Momo as the younger but taller woman blushed and fidgeted. “Let’s put it to the test.”
Momo’s heart jumped into her throat; what did Mirko have in mind? Nervously, she followed the shorter, more muscular heroine, only to blink at the sight of a room that was empty except a stage with a pair of poles rising from it.
“You ever watch any old sci-fi American shows?” Mirko asked as she went over to a wall and started fiddling with something Momo couldn’t see.
“Yes, once awhile with my father when I was little,” Momo replied, feeling her confusion deepen.
“Well, some of the support heroes and students here in UA are huge fans of a show called ‘Star Trek’, so they came up with something they call ‘the Holodeck.’ According to them, It’s still in the ‘testing phase’ of development and it’s not as good as the one on the show, but…”
Suddenly the room transformed; in an instant, it was as if Momo was standing in a very busy club room, complete with bright lights, loud music, and a big crowd. She stared, mouth open, at the sight.
“It works great for our training exercise today,” Mirko finished, jumping easily onto the stage and beckoning Momo to join her. “I thought about taking you to an actual club and having you put on a show for everyone.” She chuckled as Momo’s face turned bright red, bordering on purple. “Unfortunately, that’s just not possible during this viral outbreak.” Crossing her arms under her breasts, she gave Momo a stern look. “Kid, You’re failing the summer class,” she said bluntly. “If it wasn’t for your friend helping you out, you’d be outta here.”
Momo started to look away, only for Mirko to catch her chin with strong yet gentle fingers. “You’ve got confidence issues, despite being one of the sexiest ladies in the class, except for me, of course!”
That managed to get a giggle from Momo, even through her blushing, and Mirko’s expression softened. “But it’s not too late for you yet; I’m going to help you out. First off, let’s see you dance.”
Mirko immediately began strutting down the stage, the virtual crowd eating it up as she shook her ass and tits at them, always staying just out of their ‘reach.’
Watching her was making Momo even more flustered, so she hurriedly looked away and did her best to imitate her tutor. Even knowing the situation wasn’t real, al the environmental stimulus from the simulation made the situation feel very lifelike; Momo could feel her movements stiffening as embarrassment set in. Her part of the crowd was still cheering her on, but not as loudly as Mirko’s.
“Strike a sexy pose next to me!” Mirko ordered over the roar of the computer generated crowd. She dropped to her knees, flexing one arm and showing off her impressively toned body, her legs spread wide.
With her legs spread and her hands on top of her breasts, her arms gently squeezing them together, Momo did her best. Looking out at the crowd proved to be too much for her though, even knowing they weren’t real; her eyes dropped and she felt her cheeks puff out in a pout at her failure.
Then she yelped as Mirko wrapped her arms around her from behind and whispered into her ear. “Not bad; you have good instincts, but you overthink things and get distracted. Let’s see what happens when I distract you instead.”
“Wh-what do you mean-Ooooohhhh!~” Momo started to ask, only to moan when Mirko pressed a scorching hot kiss to her ear before nibbling gently on it. Her small but strong hands started roaming Momo’s body, causing it to rapidly heat up, especially her breasts and her crotch.
“You need to be more confident in yourself,” Mirko whispered to her, gently massaging Momo’s breasts with both hands. “You’ve got a great body and the looks to go with it. Just relax…” Mirko’s right hand trailed down Momo’s body, towards her pussy, and Momo whimpered…
…only to blink in confusion when Mirko suddenly stopped, put her hands on Momo’s shoulders, and turned her around. “Your turn,” she said with a grin.
Blinking, Momo took a moment to process that, before her eyes widened in realization.
“Yep, this smoking hot body is all yours to play with,” Mirko proclaimed proudly, flexing her arms slightly. Her red eyes narrowed as Momo hesitated. “C’mon girl, I know you can do it. You want to pass the summer class, don’t you?”
Momo nodded, hesitantly at first, then with increasing determination, making Mirko smirk. “Good. Now, make a move on me, or…I’ll spank you until you do!”
Momo squealed in shock as Mirko’s hand flickered out and around her body, giving her a light spank on her nearly bare ass. The smug look on the heroine’s face made Momo growl; pushing aside her doubts and embarrassment, she lunged forward, planting a hard kiss on Mirko’s lips.
Only briefly caught off guard, Mirko smirked wider around the kiss. She let Momo take the lead, despite feeling tempted to have some fun with the sexy, adorably naive heroine in training. Hopefully, that would come later.
Blushing hard, Momo pressed on with the kiss; one of her hands went up to grope Mirko’s nearly bare breasts, while the other dropped between their bodies, glowing with the power of her Quirk.
Now Mirko’s eyes widened, and her gasp of surprise sucked Momo’s tongue deep into her mouth. Momo squeaked, but turned her newly created vibrator up higher even as she jammed it between their pussies. She moaned into Mirko’s mouth, and she both felt and heard the rabbit heroine growl back in pleasure. It was hard to hold on to the vibrator handle while being so distracted, but Momo managed, keeping it pressed between them.
Mirko’s arms snaked around Momo’s body, crushing them together as they continued to make out. This also pushed the vibrator even harder against their crotches; Momo was rapidly getting wet down there, and instinctively began grinding against it.
Then Mirko’s powerful legs wrapped around Momo’s waist, and for a moment, she feared she would be crushed. But looking into Mirko’s red eyes, Momo was assured; there was a lot of lust and mischievousness in the pro heroine’s eyes, but there was also affection.
Momo jumped as best she could as she was spanked again, glaring into Mirko’s unrepentantly amused gaze. She squeezed Mirko’s tits harder in retaliation, even managing to give her nipple a twist. Then she gulped when Mirko’s eyes got brighter, the lust deepening. ‘Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea…‘
Thankfully, Mirko managed to restrain herself for the moment, instead focusing on grinding them both against the powerful vibrator. As worked up as they both were, it didn’t take long for them to orgasm, moaning into each other’s mouths.
Slowly, Momo pulled back from the kiss, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips. She slowly became aware of the virtual crowd going nuts around them; if they had been real, she would have been worried about a riot.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” Mirko told her, licking her lips teasingly and grinning at Momo’s renewed blush. “So, want to tell me how a nice girl like you knows how to create a vibrator that strong?” she teased.
As Momo spluttered out an explanation, Mirko chuckled. She had been skeptical about the whole tutoring thing, but this was turning out to be more fun than she had expected. ‘I think Momo could use a few more sessions with me. And I’m sure there are some other students who could use a personal touch…‘
And that was when the room went completely and totally dark, with all the power dying at once for the entire building.
“Umm…did we do that?” Mirko asked in confusion.
“It’s possible… this room does seem like it requires a lot of power…” Momo responded, quickly producing a flashlight with her Quirk.
Mirko winced at the sudden brightness. “Well, we’ll cut our tutoring session short for today! Let’s hurry and get outta here before we get in trouble!”
As the the two hurry out the door and into the dark hallway, Momo turned her head to Mirko to ask “Same time next week, Mirko-sensei?”
Mirko grins “Don’t be late.”
(Story by User: S22132)