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Chapter 9 : Somebody I f*cked once.​

The last two periods of my first day as a 1-A student came and went without fanfare.

The first being English, with Hizashi Yamada -Present Mic- teaching it. Bar his absolutely atrocious accent, he definitely knew his thing, but alas, I already knew what he was trying to teach us and I ended up spending an hour iterating on my 'Gorilla Arms' expy design, trying to slim down the current Mk.13 design even more to hopefully match my proper body's shape.

After that came Math, with Ectoplasm -no given identity that I can think of at the top of my head- trying to get the attention of my fellow classmates, and failing rather spectacularly.

The guy wasn't bad, far from it, but he was teaching a bunch of hyperactive teens who wanted to learn how to punch bad guys' teeth in, not how to calculate a third degree equation. I think his efforts were laudable, but certainly doomed to fail for the first semester, until the rest of the class realize that all subjects are equally important at UA, a fact that had been hammered in my head ad nauséum by Aizawa despite my repeated assurance to him that 'Yes, I understand.'.

Though, one thing happened in the ghost-like hero's class that made me raise an eyebrow. While my take on the UA's uniform managed to wrench a strangled chuckle and a whispered 'I see why Nerumi likes her' from Yamada that I barely caught thanks to my high-end microphones, Ectoplasm took a really, really long look at me, did a full-body twitch, and proceeded to ask me at least once every ten minutes the most pointed, difficult question he could think of about what he just explained.

Mind, he did that with the others too, but I think I may have found another anal-retentive person in UA, except that this time, they have a modicum of power over me.

Didn't stop me from answering perfectly each time, considering I'm basically a living high-speed calculator with a soul after all my augments and modifications, duh, but he still tried to put me on the spot.

I'm betting that there's a story behind that, and I'll have to pester Aizawa to understand why me existing seems to rattle him so, unless, of course, it is simply due to my 'zero fucks given' attitude toward the school's dresscode.

Still, [Communication Talent] kept telling me that I missed something, so I'm willing to bet there's more to it.

Overall, my first day has been a good experience. I made some friends that my hormonally saturated brain seemed fully inclined to both tolerate and eventually lewd and further if affinity -underrated benefit of being a teenager for a second time : you deal with it way easier than at the first pass-, I'm 'almost there' in my attempts at mainlining my 'Gorilla Arms' module for my day-to-day frame, I prevented a masochistic protagonist from rediscovering his kink and took the piss out of two -maybe make that three?- morons in the span of a few hours.

Yes, Baguko is still malding at me and Ida seems two steps removed from a conniption each time our looks cross each-others, to my infinite delight.

I was understandably in high spirits as 1-A girls and I made our way out of UA's grounds after a very well spent day, even if I was intent on going back inside for my daily training routine after wishing them a good afternoon.

I was giving the girls some slack here for the first day, but was going to pointedly tell them that it wasn't a coincidence we had no club activities at UA in the afternoon : it's because we're supposed to use that time to either study or train our asses off so as to, oh, I don't know, avoid dying in the field?

And considering the fact that gyms where you're allowed to go ham with your quirk aren't that common, UA's teaching body fully expected to do the latter on school grounds.

No matter, they could go home today to their family, but I'm sure as hell gonna pester them to stay for an extra hour or two tomorrow, you can bet on it.

Which makes the following meeting all the more delightfully surprising, as a high-pitched voice wrenches me out of my idle talk with the girls.

"Nh! I didn't know they were taking charity cases in this school?!" A very bratty voice suddenly sounds out to my right.

My eyes widen, before immediately squinting as I turn myself to 'face' its owner.

"Aaaaaah?!" I drawl out in my best 'delinquent gyaru' impression, the one that gives Aizawa rashes, making a show of pointedly looking at eye level and finding absolutely nothing, "Did someone whose height makes them adversarial with every shelves in the country actually tried to take a rise on me, ne? Please, somebody, point me in the right direction, I'm afraid that my breasts are blocking my downward view of them but I still want to kick them in the tits, ne?"

A pair of calico cat-like ears enters my field of view before their owner suddenly rushes me and an elbow finds itself in my stomach.

"What did you just say, you dumb cow?!" the voice hisses.

"Ara, the height of truth, ne?" I answer bittingly, even as a grin spreads on my face.

Another elbow hit that I don't even feel tries to make me bulge, and badly fails.

"Rah! You…!" the voice's owner growls.

I chuckle, before smiling widely and locking red-and-glam heart-shaped dark sunglasses with pale blue eyes, currently violently twitching in anger.

I do the only logical thing someone like me does when confronted with 4 foot 5 of angry No!-I-am-not-a-catgirl! in the world of MHA.

I immediately sweep her into a hug and start rubbing cheeks with her.

"Toko-tan~!" I happily sing-song even as the aforementioned Nurineko Motoko squeaks in a mix of outrage and shameful appreciation -I know it because her tail immediately curled itself around my arm-, "I missed you, like, so much, ne?"

"It's been barely two weeks!" she answers with a glare, a slight blush on her face as she succeeds at putting some distance between us.

Not much, mind you, since I still have the diminutive girl in my arms, but it's the principle of the thing for her.

"Ara, but it was, like, forever, Toko-tan!" I keep happily babbling, "Did you come to see me, ne?"

We lock eyes once more, the silence between us stretching for a bit.

"...Yes." she mulishly admits, her cheeks darkening a notch.

"Ano," Toru hesitantly interrupts, and I suddenly remember that we have an audience, beyond the fact that approximately half of the UA student's body probably saw us making a scene, "Ban-san, won't you introduce us?"

"Ara, right, ne?" I sheepishly realize, my 'ditzy airhead look' number 7 coming alive on my face, before dropping back my friend on her feets, her tail disentangling from my arm in the motion, "Everyone, this is Nurineko Motoko, we were in the same class last year. Toko-tan, this is Hagakure Toru, Asui Tsuyu, Ashido Mina, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako and Jiro Kyoka."

As everybody exchanges polite and formal greetings, I take a look at my friend.

She looks in good health, with her luscious calico-patterned ears and hairs flowing down her back, her little squishy cheeks still as adorable as before and perfectly framing her button-up nose atop her pouty lips. Her eyes, crinkled in contemplation as she simultaneously looks at the 1-A girls and answers their greetings, are the same shade of hypnotic ice blue as the last time I saw her. The only thing that has changed is her uniform, as she now wears the black-lined red blazer of Sakura High-School instead of the dull all black look of the Middle-School one, her calico tail lazily waving behind her from a little hole carved in her knee-height skirt.

I also know, from, let's say, experience, that those clothes hide a high B cup and very sensitive pair of breasts and an extremely bubbly butt that you'd sell your soul to take a bite off.

A lull settles in the conversation, but Motoko is prompt to reignite it with a question.

"Nn! So, did the living social faux-pas already give each of you a silly nickname?" she probes mercilessly.

I squawk in outrage as a non-negligible number of chuckles erupts from the 1-A girls.

"Toko-tan, you're, like, so mean, ne?" I whine petulantly at her.

"Nn! I'm only telling it like I see it, Baka-Bi." she answers with a smirk, the girls apparently content to enjoy the byplay.

My lips quiver in my patented, if rarely employed, 'crocodile's tears look' number 1 as I clutch my hands in front of my chest, and I can already see her determination to win the verbal joust falter.

"...But I thought you came to see me, ne?" I ask 'piteously', and it's a critical hit!

She blushes a bit, turning her head to the side pointedly.

"...I wanted to surprise you, alright?" she admits a bit bashfully, "Is it okay if we hang out?"

"Ara, of course, Toko-tan!" I cry happily, glomping her once more, "Everything for my favorite catgirl!"

"I'm not a catgirl!" she growls while pinching my cheeks to no effect, her tail snaking around my arm once more to betray her true feelings, "I have a heteromorphic quirk!"

"But you're such a cute kitty, ne?" I blink 'innocently' at her, and she yells incoherently while blushing even more in front of my earnest -and actually one hundred percent genuine- compliment.

"En, so that's how it looks from the outside?" I hear Mina ask the others as Motoko and I continue our byplay.

"Yup."/"Except your feet still touch the ground, kero."/"...I find the scene kind of cute, to be perfectly honest." Kyoka, Tsuyu and Momo comments, Toru looking kind of conflicted in front of the spectacle for some reasons while Ochako is simply bemused.

It didn't take long for Motoko and I to say goodbye to the others afterward and to make our own way downtown looking for a cafe, the two of us arms in arms -or as much as you can with a 1 foot 5 height difference in my favor- while merilly chattering on the way.

***​

"-she ended up slapping her, right in front of everyone else, just before the principal came on stage."

I try my best to smother a snort of laughter.

"Ara, I see that those two still can't stand each other, ne?" I comment idly while taking hold of my mug.

"Nn! I don't know why the school committee keeps putting them back in the same class each year, they spend all their time pulling at each other's hair verbally and physically and it ends up being a bother for everyone else." Motoko rants before taking a little bite of her croissant.

I tilt my head to the side in thought.

"Maybe they hope they'll grow over it eventually, ne?" I offer before taking a sip.

She snorts aloud, before giving me a disbelieving look.

"Did you just imply that Isoka and Yuna will, someday, miraculously find some common sense laying down somewhere, and decide it would be jolly to pick it up to bring back home?" she slowly utters archly.

I ponder her question for a tenth of a second.

"Kishu!" I smother a laugh as much as I can, before shaking my head, "Ara, no, I so don't see it ever happening, ne?"

"She pretended the earth was flat, Baka-Bi, flat." my pale-blue eyed friend tonelessly insists with a thousand yards stare, "Her sole presence in a room drops the average IQ by twenty points, at a minimum."

I shake in muffled laughter at the dry delivery for a bit, before settling down and dropping my mug back on the table.

"Nn!" Motoko smirks a little at my reaction, before asking, "And you, your first day in the 'big bad hero' school, how was it?"

My eyes light up, and I start my tale.

"Ara, it was nice! Well, I have Grumpy-san as my homeroom teacher, so, that sucks, but hey, at least I can mess with him everyday now! And-"

***​

"Mmhhh!" I let out a little moan of contentment as I stretch while walking out of the café -my spine, despite its augmentations, remains prone to finger-wagging at me when I remain seated for too long-, "Ara, that was nice, we should do it again sometimes, ne?" I babble happily while side-eyeing Motoko as she steps next to me.

I watch as her expression turns a bit complicated for an instant, before she blushes and takes a deep-breath, her eyes shut.

Alright what's happening here?

Oh? Oh! Ohhhh…

I turn off my [Networked Glamour Communication] while I try to interiorize what's going on exactly.

"Nn… Walk with me for a bit, Hebi-chan?" she asks a little bit bashfully after locking eyes with my sunglasses.

Both of the facts that the face she's currently making has no right to be and she just called me by my self-appointed nickname confirms what my Big Data analysis just told me.

"Ara, sure, Toko-tan!" I 'happily' step next to her, linking our arms together once more.

Her pale blue orbs drop to our linked arms, and she starts to walk us through the crowd.

The silence stretches between the two of us for a long time as I side-eye her wrestling with both her pride and courage.

Minutes pass, and shame mixed with a hint of despair bloom on her cute face when we finally reach what I can only infer is our destination since she stopped us right in our tracks.

She takes another deep, shuddering, breath, before spearing me with her gaze.

"Nn! So…" she starts, before suddenly pettering out with a little wince.

"So, ne?" I carry on the near-wordless conversation with a probe of my own.

"So, errh…" she trails off, her ice blue eyes darting between me and the -apparent- destination for our 'talk'.

I put an end to her torment when I mercifully put an index on her lips to keep her silent.

I look at her archly and her blush intensifies.

"Ara~ Ara~," I sing-song to her, my voice a tad more husky than usual, "Wanna go 'take a look' inside, Toko-tan, ne?"

Wordlessly, she nods her ascent, her face bright crimson and her ears flat on the top of her head.

The teller of the love hotel throws the both of us a mildly scandalized look as we ask for a room.

***

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The room's door slams open and I end up with my back against the wall as Motoko gives me the hungriest look I've ever seen on her face.

"Ara, are you that much in a hurry, ne?" I ask, my voice a shade lower than usual and the back of my hand trailing against her cheek, "What got you so worked up?"

Wordlessly, she slides the zipper of her handbag open, prompting me to look inside of it as she keeps 'pinning' me against the wall.

"Oh." I intone a bit dumbly.

Motoko smirks at me before lightly shaking the bag, my gaze drawn to it and what is inside like a moth to a flame.

"Nn! I got it just for tonight~." she says as seductively as she can, but it ends up being more adorable than everything else, what with her voice and global Motoko-ness, "See, I still haven't paid you back for the mess with Mizurashi-sensei…"

"Ara, yes?" I answer a bit dazedly, my mind already miles away from this place.

"Nn! So, I'd thought I'd pay you back for all the troubles you brought me." she explains while spearing me with a 'glare', "Do you still have it?"

Wordlessly, I snap one of my hands to the side, and a silky purple eyepatch appears between my fingers.

She wrenches it out of my hand before putting it one-handed on my face, carelessly throwing away my sunglasses in the motion, and I can only squirm a little at her domineering attitude.

Truth is, the gap-moe is so fucking strong that I can feel myself moistering down there in real time.

"Oh, my~." I cheekily answer once she's done hiding my [Love Spot].

Her eyebrows inch downward at my tone.

"You're already drenched, aren't you, you dumb bimbo." she drawls, a hand coming to grope at my breast through my clothes, and I can only shiver in delight, "I won't even need to go down on you to get you worked up, am I right?"

"Ara, no, I so don't think you will need to, ne~?" I answer with a teasing smile, shaking my hips a little.

"Nn! So, you're going to keep your ridiculously short skirt on," she commands, and I just know on both a visceral and physical level that I'm positively drenched, "And I'm going to pound you silly to pay you back for all the troubles, understood?"

I ponder what Motoko 'proposes' for all of one second before kicking the door shut and firing a message to Ferobushi-obaasan telling her that I may be 'a little late tonight'.

"Fine, do your worst, ne?" I brattily tell the diminutive girl.

She snorts derisively as she 'throws' me down on the bed, before pulling the strap-on from the depths of her bag.

As she crawls atop me and the both of us start to discard our clothes, I've never been this wet in my life.

***​

I may have bitten more than I can chew.

In hindsight, copy/pasting the nerve cluster of the fun, fun spot of my vagina six times to improve my silky folds may have been a mistake.

I can only moan lewdly as I feel the length of silicon stretch my insides as it slides a fraction of an inch deeper in my depths.

I feel Motoko's motion halts atop of me, only seeing through half-lidded eyes as she smirks down at me, her hands resting at each side of my bust on the mattress, my own arms reaching behind my head and being currently very, very boneless, as is the rest of me.

"Nn! Not so proud now, are you, Baka-bi?" she mercilessly taunts.

"I…I think I came a lill'." I answer sloppily while searching for the twin lighthouses that are her ice-blue eyes.

One of her hands rises, before falling on my breast with a playful slap.

I mewl despondently.

"Nn! Still thinking you're so smart and so strong, you dumb cow?" she prompts further.

I try to take a breath to answer her, but she inches her hips closer to my own, and my world becomes a little hazy, comfier, and oh so, so hot.

I pant for a bit while she remains motionless and finally manages to lock eyes with her.

I open my mouth and go to answer, and her smirks widens.

She bottoms me out in one, merciless, swift stroke.

Every cognizant thoughts leave my brain as lightning courses in my gold-plated artificial nerves, a heat so strong it could rival the sun's pooling in my lower belly, almost to the point of bursting, and I see stars and novas for a brief moment, my hands reflexively coming to clutch Motoko's lovely bubbly rear without any of my input, stopping her from moving and keeping her artificial length so deep, deep inside of me, poking at my little nursery.

I didn't notice my back was arched and my toes curled up until I dropped down from my oh so delightful and mesmerizing high a few seconds later, panting like a wounded animal, my legs locked behind the so-not-a-catgirl's back.

"Nn! Watch me!" Motoko hisses as one of her hands comes resting at the back of my head and forces me to look at her in the eyes, "I want you to watch me as I ream you silly!"

My only answer is to pull her head closer to mine and meet her lips halfway into a searing kiss.

She soon starts moving again, too soon and too late at the same time, and the only thing I know is oh-my-God-it's-sho~,-sho~-good~!-Pleashe-don't-stop~!

I tell her just so.

Motoko is only too happy to comply.

***​

It takes me a long, long time to realize that she eventually managed to run out of steam, her own face flushed by the fact that she just fucked me very, very silly and her own bean having been repeatedly poked by the strap-on.

"Nn! Don't go unconscious on me just yet, you still have to repay me!" she growls, but it is playful and in the heat of the moment so I do not mind.

"Yes-shhhhh?" I start to answer but she wrenches another moan -one too many at this point- out of me as she slides out of my abused depths.

Very abused -in the delightfully funny sense of the term- depths.

"Nn!" she answers as I watch her wiggles out of the strap-on's binding, "I just watched you get off, over, and over, and over again. You didn't think it was a one way street, did you?"

It takes a bit for my brain to catch up with what she means, and I immediately come down -as much as I can in any case- from my post-orgasmic bliss.

"Ara, are you sure, Toko-tan?" I ask her carefully, my voice still a little bit breathless after all that I endured.

(Fucking worth it, each and every seconds of it, though.)

She pauses, her face darkening a notch, before slowly nodding as she comes back to free herself from the magical add-on that makes lesbians all around the world very, very happy.

I take another deep breath, before seating myself on the bed, the pseudo-catgirl still half in my lap.

"Alright, ne?" I answer easily, my voice very soft as my thumbs find the hem of my skirt to help me shimmy out of it, "How would you like it?"

Motoko blushes even further as she finally manages to free her hips from the contraption, and remains silent until she wordlessly gives me the artificial length, still glistening from my own fluids.

Then, she slowly, while biting her bottom lips and blushing furiously, lay down on the bed on her belly, her ears pinned to each side of her head and her little tail standing not-quite ram-road straight and almost flush with her spine.

She half-turns her head to spear me with a heatless glare, more because she suddenly feels very shy and apprehensive about what is going to happen than anything else.

I nod to her even as I start tightening the straps.

Once I'm done, I crawl next to her, before taking one of the pillows in my hands.

"What are you-" she starts, but can only look at me in askance as I raise her hips a little before putting the pillow between her lower belly and the mattress.

"Ara, because I want you to feel good and I know a thing or two about that kind of thing, ne?" I answer her airily even as I crawl atop of her, one hand lining me up with her entrance.

"Nn. If you're sure, then I…" she starts, before taking another deep breath, one of her hands reaching to her bubbly butt, her finger sinking into one of her lips to better spread her little flower open for me, "I trust you."

Wordlessly, I lean myself fully against her, my breast coming to rest in the very high of her back and I kiss her exposed cheek.

"Ara, here I come, Toko-tan." I whisper in her ear, before nimbling on it softly as I direct the length of silicon inside of her.

I feel her tense under me, and I follow every one of her muscles' motions, my right hand sneaking between her and the mattress to slowly massage her right breast.

I know that [Sexual Calibration] is going to pull through, but she doesn't.

Slowly, she relaxes, and I go further in.

Inches by inches, I keep slowly advancing until I feel I cannot go further, my hand still gliding on and massaging her body while I drop sweet kisses alternatively on her ear, cheek and neck.

Finally, she relaxes, and directs me a probing look.

"Nn. That didn't hurt?" Motoko asks, visibly confused, but nonetheless a little happy.

"Ara, I told you~," I sing-song to her right in her ear, "Now…"

I trail off, building a bit of anticipation.

Before flipping the both of us on the side, right in front of the wall-length mirror of the room, prompting the diminutive girl to let out a startled 'eep!', her head snapping back to look at me.

"What-," she starts, only to stop herself as she mewls when both of my hands start to roam on her body.

"Shh, Toko-tan~," I playfully tell her, one of my hands coming to cup one of her breasts and slowly knead it while the other rests on her lower belly, "Just look, look how beautiful you are, ne?"

As I whisper huskily in her ear, she chances a look toward our reflection.

And that's when I start moving, giving her slow, loving, long strokes, and she immediately moans, her cat-like ears going erect at the top of her head.

"Do you see it, ne?" I huskily whisper in her ear as I keep my slow seesaw motion coming, hitting her funny, funny spot each time with extra-care because [Sticky Fingers] is busted like that and I want her to have the time of her life, "Do you see how cute, how mesmerizing, how perfect you look like that, when you're in my arms as I slowly, oh so slowly, massage your silky, gushing and lovely insides with so much care?"

I watch, positively captivated by the spectacle as her eyes keep fluttering, her breath hitching and low moans bubbling in rhythm out of her lips, her hands coming to clutch at my arm as my hand leaves her breast with one final squeeze and I start to hug her one-armed at her collarbone's level.

"Look at us, ne?" I carry on sweetly, and her eyes open half-lidded and stare ahead at our reflection, "Look at you as I take you, and make love to you."

She shivers, hard, under my word, her muscles coiling a little, and she opens her mouth to answer.

I correct my angle just so, clutching her a bit closer in my embrace and two of my fingers of my lower hand atop her lower belly press on it with just enough strength on her ovaries through her skin to make her feel it.

She instantly comes, hard, letting out a lewd, keening moan, and I slow my pistoning motion to let her ride the afterglow in relative peace.

When she opens her mouth to speak once more, I start again, only taking the time to steal another kiss from her before my lower hand wanders downward between her legs to find her little nub and starts teasing it in rhythm with my motion.

She promptly loses herself back in her haze of pleasure, her nails almost managing to pierce my skin with how tightly she grips on it as she keeps mewling each time the artificial length kisses her fun spot.

I only let go of her after she came ten more times, each time stronger than the first, having whispered compliments and sweet nothings in her ears the whole time while my hands kept slowly exploring all of her body, like an artist playing a beloved instrument.

***​

"This is you saying goodbye, ne?" I finally ask the thousand dollar question while staring at the ceiling, a very exhausted, very fucked and very sweaty Motoko half-laying on my chest, one of my hands running through her hairs as she tries her hardest to catch her breath.

I feel her tense under my touch, and it takes her a good minute of me waiting patiently before she eventually answers.

"Nn. I'm sorry-" she immediately starts to apologize.

I put a finger on her lips.

"Don't," I answer kindly, a smile on my face, "We both knew it couldn't last, ne?"

"Nn…" she trails off, a bit despondently but noticeably relieved that I'm not making a scene, "Between my mom, the time we got caught fooling around at school, and-"

"And me being at UA." I helpfully provide, giving her a self-deprecating smile as we lock eyes.

"Yeah." she answers a bit flatly, a hint of sadness in her tone, "Yeah, that."

Silence settles for a bit, the only motions being the rise and fall of our chests and my hand combing her calico-patterned hair.

"I know that it won't change anything," I start, because it feels right and not because some BS supernatural talent dictates it to me, "But I promise I'll always be careful about collateral."

"They all say that to the media." she answers drily, giving me a bit of a stink-eye, which, understandable.

"Ara, doesn't matter, ne?" I shoot back with a slow shake of my head, "It's me we're talking about, and I know I can pull it off."

We remain eyes locked for a bit, before she lets her head fall back on my chest with a muffled 'thud'.

Silences stretch, until I feel a little hand getting somewhat adventurous as it makes its way from my side to my lower belly.

"Ara~ Ara~," I interject, tittering a little as I catch the offending body-parts, "And what do we have here, ne?"

Motoko looks up at me, her face flushed and ears all perked up, and I can feel her tail slithering to coil itself around one of my thighs.

"Don't tell me…" I trail off, my 'clueless airhead look' proudly displayed on my face, until it fades to leave its place for 'realization', "Ara, no way! Someone's still, like, so horny, ne~?"

"Nn! S-Shut up!" she hisses, her ears going flat on her head, which, adorable, and one of her fingers of her free hand pokes me in the side, "I should be the one surprised, what with you not already humping my leg!"

I snort aloud, before, lightning quick, swapping us around on the mattress, and putting myself atop of her, one hand already kneading her thigh.

She moans hotly before looking at me with a hungry, unfocused look.

I take the time to fire a second 'sorry, I'm really going to be late' to Ferobushi-obaasan before locking lips with Motoko once more, our breasts mushing into each other and our legs intertwining, my right hand sliding behind her back to reach her already wet entrance from behind while I hug her very close with my left arm.

***​

"Hey." I suddenly tell Motoko as her cab approaches.

She turns on her heels to look at me, her figure half-shaded by the artificial lighting of the street lamps, looking still a bit messy -like I do- despite our best efforts to hide our shame after a lengthy -and steamy- detour in the bathroom.

I had to make sure her little pussy was extra-clean, you understand, so I checked, thoroughly, with my tongue, under a curtain of near-scalding water.

"Don't be a stranger, ne?" I tell her with a wink, "It's not because it's over that I'm going to forget you, after all."

She must feel the sincerity in my voice, her ears going momentarily flat on her heads as she looks for an answer, before she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and finally nods.

"Nn. Alright, I'll stay in touch." she admits, her cheeks a bit red.

"Yeah, ne?!" I happily cry while simultaneously glomping her -shivering a little at the sudden motion-, and, very noticeably, she doesn't fight it back this time, "It would have made me, like, so sad if you just went and ghosted me, ne?"

"...I wouldn't do that to you." she mulishly answers, before hugging me back.

We keep at it for a moment longer, before the cab stops next to us.

I drop her on the ground and she goes to speak.

I don't let her, taking hold of her chin with my hand and tilting her head upward before smashing my lips into hers with the most searing kiss possible, [Sticky Fingers] dialed up to the highest level that I ever used on her.

When I let go of her a few seconds later, she's red-faced and low-key panting.

I give her an unapologetic wink.

"One last for good luck, ne?" I cheekily tell her.

My ice blue eyed friend shakes her head, before spearing me with a heatless glare and deflating seconds after.

"Hebisui," she starts, and I not-quite perk up at her usage of my given name, "Thank you, for everything."

"Ara, don't mention it, ne?" I bashfully answer, one of my hands coming to play with my neon-pink bang in nervousness.

She chuckles.

"Nn! See you, then." Motoko throws over her shoulder as she makes her way to her cab.

"Goodbye, Motoko." I tell her softly, making her pause momentarily on the threshold, before carrying with her motion.

Saying that I have very mixed feelings as I watch her cab driving away into the night would be putting it fucking mildly right about now

***​

As I open my door to Eri and I's apartment, I'm still too much in my head to notice that the lights are still on, and so, am understandably completely taken aback when my eyes look up from the floor after having pulled off my shoes while fighting a little moan from escaping my lips and lock red-and-glam heart-shaped dark sunglasses with a frowning Ferobushi-obaasan and a very, very sleepy Eri.

The aging woman goes to open her mouth, takes one look at me, the edges of her lips twitching up in amusement, before settling back into a frown.

"You're late, Hebisui-chan," she tells me flatly, and even if I can tell there's not any venom behind her words I still flinch a bit in shame, "And Eri-chan was worried and insisted that she had to stay awake until you came home."

Right, figure the still healing child would be both upset and worried that I left the both of them hanging with my antics.

"Silly Hebi-nee, made us worry." the pale-blue and red-eyed little girl 'glares' at me, but it only makes her look like a kitten trying to puff itself up to put up a front in front of a much bigger cat.

I smother a chuckle as I walk to her, before kneeling in front of her while biting the inside of my cheeks in a bid to remain dignified, and I pull her into a hug.

She hugs me back as I slowly rock her.

"Sorry, Eri-tan, Hebi-nee was a little busy." I apologize.

In the corner of my eyes, I watch Ferobushi-obaasan give me a 'yeah, no shit' look, a smirk on her lips.

"Did she ate, ne?" I conversationally ask as I raise myself up with an armful of already falling asleep six year olds.

"She did, didn't even make that much of a fuss this time." Eri's part-time grandmother answer, a little proud look on her face.

"Hebi-nee still makes tastier broccolis." the already drifting child in my arms sleepily comments, prompting Ferobushi-obaasan to 'glare' at her in her back, before sighing.

"Go put her to bed, she didn't want me doing it." she comments offhandedly while rolling her eyes to the sky.

I chuckle softly and start making my way toward Eri's bedroom.

She's out like a light almost as soon as I finish to tuck her inside of her bedsheets.

***​

"Alright, spill." Ferobushi-obaasan's voice halts me in my tracks as I am making my way toward the kitchen sink to take a glass of water.

I look at her confusedly.

"Ara, Ferobushi-obaasan, why are you still here, ne?" I ask her, giving her my best 'ditzy gyaru impression' number 11.

She tuts aloud from her seated position on the couch, giving me another pointed look.

"Because, girl, you look like you got fucked silly to high-heaven," -I sputter a little at the blunt wording, a hint of a blush rising to my cheeks, "But also just learned that Santa isn't real. Now, I may not be much of an expert with all those mushy feelings, always was too direct for that kind of noise, but I'd wagger you'd need to talk about it with someone that's not Shota-kun considering the guy's love-life died in a ditch someday and it doesn't looks like it bothers him one bit." she says, her Kanto accent badly slipping as she keeps talking, a hint of her own past showing through the kindly grandmother image she shows nowadays.

She tilts her head to the side, her smirk widening.

"Plus, you're awfully bow-legged and I'm very curious about the reason why." she mercilessly carries on, prompting me to gape a little at her unashamed admission, "Don't give me that look, at my age, I'm only powered by green-tea, grudges against long-dead enemies and juicy gossip, and that seems like prime material for the latter. So, spill." she concludes while patting the spot next to her on the couch.

I look at her for a while longer, before sighing in defeat and making my way deeper into the kitchen.

Moments later, I'm seating myself on the couch while offering her a glass of water, mine still clasped in my hands, discreetly biting my lower lip while fighting down a blush as I carefully lower myself.

I mull over my words for a bit, before taking a gulp of cold water, dropping my glass on the low-table and falling deeper into the couch, one of my arms going over my eyes as I sigh deeply.

"Ara, for the record?" I suddenly start, "I am, like, one hundred percent blaming Nezu for this, ne?"

Ferobushi-obaasan snorts at my preamble.

"Alright, I bite : why?" she amusingly asks.

I look at her with a scowl.

"Because he's the one who recommended Grumpy-san to put me into an all-girl school, and I refuse to believe that the smartest mammal in the world somehow missed all the signals blaring to the world at large that I'm very, very gay." I grumbles aloud.

"This is about 'Toko-tan', isn't it?" she suddenly realizes aloud.

"Yes, ne?" I answer a bit dejectedly.

Silence falls for a bit as she takes a sip of water, before throwing me a contemplative look.

"You know," the copper-eyed aged woman starts as she drops her glass on the table, "I obviously know about the incident, would be difficult not too considering how loudly Aizawa lambasted you in this very room and the fact that I live next door," -I chuckle unabashedly and she grins before carrying on-, "But you never quite told me the whole story. Care to share?"

​

I mull over it for a bit, and suddenly realize that I do not mind.

I even want to, just to get it off my chest.

"The first day I transferred at Sakura Middle-School, I was still touching bases with my rather lackluster social grace," I preamble, which, technically true since 'suddenly being a girl' and 'being a girl in society' doesn't really adequate with each other and I was a total novice with the latter, "So, I introduced myself as formally as possible in homeroom, tried to show the image of the perfect little girl that I most certainly can be but find deeply exhausting on a regular basis, and ended up giving a rather bog-standard introduction, 'please take care of me' and all that jazz, ne?"

"Until the teacher asked me to share a bit more in front of the class, and I fumble, hmm and aww under my breath, before settling on the 'share my dream' angle. And so I tell the class at large that I'm aiming to enter UA next year, ne?"

"Cue disbelieving expressions mixed with the obligatory well-wishes from all my future classmates, because I am, and I quote the teacher on that, 'certainly aiming for the top' and I feel rather proud of myself for the good first impression I just made, until my eyes lands on this 'four feet high and vaguely a bit more' heteromorphic girl with calico-patterned cat ears laying flat on her head that gives me the most baleful glare you can imagine, ne?"

"I'm a bit weirded out, but I pay it no mind, until I learn that I'm apparently seated just next to her and my apprehension rises up a notch, ne?"

"Then, nothing." I flatly drop.

"'Nothing'?" Ferobushi-obaasan perplexy echoes.

"Ara, yup." I answer, popping the P, "As the first week goes by, with the mess with that bitch of a teacher throwing a wrench into my attempts at keeping a low profile, she keeps saying and doing nothing, even when everyone gives me fearful looks for a bit, and keeps glaring at me like I killed her dog or something each time we lock eyes with each other, ne?"

"The second week comes, and things start to settle down as I show a more outgoing and friendly personality, but it starts to bother her and I can feel the frequency at which she wants to kick me in the tits for no apparent reason, finally reaching the boiling point until she can't take it anymore."

"Third week starts normally, and everything looks like everything is going to be fine, until the girl comes to a stop next to my desk, slams her hands on it while scowling at me, and proceeds to ream me a new one in front of the whole class, calling me names, saying that I'm just a dumb kid who idolize unapologetic hired killers seeking fames and money while everyone's trying to fix the messes left in their wakes, ne?"

"She keeps ranting, ranting, and ranting, and she doesn't shut up, so I do the only thing I can think of at the top of my head that doesn't break quirk usage law to make her shut her god damn trap : I take her by the chin, overpowering her quite easily since she barely reaches my tits even when you don't take my augments into account, and I french her, ne?" I snigger even as I say it, and Ferobushi-obaasan chuckles raspily.

"Ara, when I let go of her, the whole class is red-faced, and she's way, way worse, like, she's making her best ripe tomato impression, ne?" I smother a laugh, crossing my legs thoughtlessly which forces me to bite down a little moan, "Here she is, half stunned silly by the 'what the fuck?' moment and half stuttering in anger mixed with shame, and she can only stomp her foot impotently on the ground, saying 'this isn't over!' in her best saturday cartoon villain impression before seating herself at her spot while very pointedly not looking at me, ne?"

"Only, ne?" I snicker once more, "Only, her definition of 'this isn't over!' and her will to 'win the argument' suddenly took a very weird turn when she managed to corner me two days later in the bathroom, and kissed me back, ne?"

"Turns out, sweet Toko-tan swung both ways, and she didn't know it until I made her look like a blushing mess in front of the whole classroom, ne?" I tell the aged woman with a mischievous smirk, "And she very, very much doesn't like to lose, so when I started to escalate the petting a bit…"

"She tried to match you, didn't she?" she answers amusedly.

"Ara, that she did, and a few weeks later, we ended up into a very compromising position somewhere hidden from prying eyes, and we couldn't lie to each other anymore, ne?" I softly smile, "We were attracted to each other, purely physically, but still, ne? So we started hesitantly going out on the down-low to scratch our mutual itches, and I learned to know the real Nurineko Motoko."

I sober up a bit, before sighing.

"Turns out she despises the whole 'hero versus villain' thing because she lost her dad in a stupid showdown between two dumbasses who didn't look twice if their poorly aimed attacks only landed on each other. Classic cut and done collateral damage case for the HPSC, her mother only got a pitance of a compensation when she suddenly ended up a widowed mother of a very confused five years old girl who didn't understand why her daddy wasn't coming back home from his 'business trip', ne?"

At my words, Ferobushi-obaasan scowls mightily.

"Those bastards!" she hisses, "Let me guess, 'not covered by your insurance'?"

"Ara, I think so, ne?" I answer hesitantly, "I never asked, really, too much of a sore spot."

"Figures," she grumbles under her breath, "Fucking waste of space, the lot of them."

Woman, if you had any idea.

"Anyway, time passes, and we keeps fooling around after school hours regularly when I was on down days for my physical training, until that cunt of a Japanese teacher somehow manages to find us, the school goes into a tizzy, her mother of course learns about it, and we more-or-less are very strongly forced to 'put an end to our relationship'." I grippe sullenly.

"That must have gone well, I imagine." the aged woman drawls sarcastically.

I snort, very loudly.

"Yeah, nope." I answer, popping the P for extra-emphasis, "Toko-tan was fucking pissed, but we were watched by everyone, so we eventually decided to let it go, and I thought I had seen the last of her two weeks ago when the holidays started. Then, out of nowhere, I find her waiting for me in front of the school, acting like nothing happened and everything is right in the world, but I'm too happy to care and we go on a little date, ne?"

"Ara, I only understood after she brought me to a love-hotel that she wanted something from me, ne?" I explain while aimlessly gesturing around, "It was kinda obvious in hindsight, but we had, like, almost all of our first times together, ne? Bar one, that is."

In the corner of my eyes, I watch realization dawns on Ferobushi-obaasan's face, before she directs me a salacious grin.

"So you did get railed, then." she taunts and I flush a bit.

"Ara, maybe a little, ne?" I hazards, one of my hands coming to play with my neon-pink bang nervously, "Anyway, she wanted me to be her first-first, and I like her enough to make absolutely sure she has the time of her life, so I was only too happy to give it to her. Only, ne…"

"It was a goodbye-fuck." she concludes.

"Ara, yeah, yeah, it was." I sigh aloud, my hand dropping, "I'm leery of people falling in love with me due to my powers," -understatement of the century right there, especially with civilians that would get pulled into multi-dimensional shenanigans when they aim for a peaceful life, like Motoko is-, "But I'm still a bit disappointed, ne? Hell, I don't know if I just liked her, or if I liked-liked her, if you get what I'm saying, ne? And now, she's just going to be that girl, the one I fooled around in middle-school, somebody I fucked once, and I don't know how to feel about letting her go even if it is to respect her wishes, ne?"

Because, in the end, she wouldn't want to spend her life world-hopping and fighting even more dangerous and evil cunts like I aim to do someday in a few decades, spending an eternity wrought with combats and only the occasional downtimes when the -future- girls and I settle down for a bit to maybe raises up a few children.

I know intellectually that I'm making the right decision right there, but I was only half-relieved when I did not see her spontaneously appear in my retinue tab after we were done going very messy with each other earlier today.

Sometimes, respecting someone is allowing them to leave on their own terms.

Plus, it's not like I don't have a gaggle of heroically inclined cuties to take with me in my interdimensional journeys of ass-kicking and messing around ripe for the taking in my class. Them, I already know they'd be down to it, you don't choose to become a professional hero if it isn't to right some wrongs left and right, so being interdimensional busybodies will sound like a jolly good career plan for them.

At least I think so, I'm not above being wrong, but I still believe my reasoning is sound.

Ferobushi-obaasan looks at me carefully for a bit, before nodding.

"Looks like you're already on your way to figure it out yourself, so I'm not going to say anything." she notes, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

I direct a glare at her because, while true, still not at all helpful.

She smirks, before patting me on my thighs commiseratingly.

Which proves to be a mistake as the edging finally gets to me and I moan aloud, immediately turning bright red.

She looks at me with wide-eyes, before unceremoniously flipping up my skirt.

I go even redder.

"Hebisui-chan, mind explaining that?" she drawls, her eyes darting back to my face after having taken a peek and letting my skirt fall back down, "Because I'm almost certain that those are straps, but I didn't see the funny part flapping down like I would've suspected."

"Ara, it's reversible, ne?" I weakly answer, while scratching my cheek.

The aged woman gives me a look, her lips twitching in amusement and her eyebrows raised.

"Ara, alright, we were dressing ourselves back, and Toko-tan takes the strap-on, looks at me and goes 'I don't really have a good place to hide it at home, you know?', so I go 'That's tots a shame!' thoughtlessly, and then I notice she's looking at my pussy very intently, and she slowly utters with a naughty smirk that she 'just found the perfect spot to hide it', and it was, like, so, so hot, so I ended up going along with it, and I kinda walked the whole way from downtown with it poking at my insides, ne?"

The retired Ferogal looks at me in disbelief for a bit, before starting to laugh while holding her sides.

I chuckle a bit nervously next to her.

When she finally calms down, she wipes a tear out of the corner of her eye, before grinning at me.

"Girl, I haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time, you're certainly something." she says, still chuckling.

"Ara, thanks, ne?" I end up saying after a beat, "Happy to help?"

"Don't bother, still, can't believe you're almost as bad as me at your age." she comments idly.

"Ara, for real?" I ask and my curiosity peaks as my blush recedes a notch.

"Oh, yes." the aged woman answers with a deep nod, before smirking, "For one, I wasn't in an all-girl school, if you get what I'm saying."

"Ara~ Ara~, were you getting frisky with the boys, Ferobushi-obaasan?" I playfully ask while wiggling my eyebrows.

"You bet I was, they even called me Cinderella." she answers airily.

Her answer halts me in my tracks, and I look at her askance.

"You know, because I always ended up coming at the balls." she explains while grinning, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

It takes me a bit to get the innuendo, but when I do…

"Kishu?! Kishu-shu-shu-shu-shu-shu-shu!!!"

I ended up falling from the couch from laughing too hard, prompting another moan out of me and an idle 'Am I going to have to fetch the water hose to calm you down, girl?' out of Ferobushi-obaasan's mouth.

She didn't, but it was a near thing.

I still ended up sleeping with the thing inside of me because it was hot, and ended up spending a very steamy night after an even steamier evening.

[A/N : And CUT!

Boy, was that chapter a doozy to write, but you didn't think I kept mentioning a side-character without introducing her somewhere at some point, did you?

So, the goals behind this chapter were multiple, smut for the smut throne, like, obviously, but also because it allowed me to show Hebi-chan occasional submissive side since her dynamic with Toko-tan was and will be particularly unique until one of the other girl discover that she can sometimes bully her own bully in the sheets too, which isn't going to happen for a long, long while.

It'll also tie Hebi-chan's horni for a little bit, which is a good thing since the USJ is coming up and we want to be in our best headspace for it. We can go back to steamy, heavy teasing after that, better get the girls a modicum of ready for the inevitable showdown.

And yes, they will notice something happened when she shows up all smiles and very happy the day after,