The door of Midnight's office closed behind Izuku.
He looked around cautiously, expecting to find an arsenal of leather whips and fur lined handcuffs, or maybe even a chair with intimidating straps in the corners. What he found was completely different.
The office was... normal.
A polished wooden desk took up the center of the room, with an ergonomic chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front for visitors. There were neat bookshelves filled with books on heroic psychology and combat techniques.
And on one corner of the desk, in a decorative frame, sat a photograph of a fat orange cat sleeping on a pillow.
Well, this is definitely unexpected, Izuku thought as his eyes fixed on the cat photo. I came prepared to walk into a pleasure dungeon and instead I find the equivalent of any normal teacher's office with a house cat?
The cat in the photo had a satisfied expression, paws stretched out and belly exposed.
That cat lives better than I do, Izuku admitted with a hint of envy.
"Do you like my Tama-chan?"
Midnight's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. She was already sitting behind the desk, leaning back in her chair with a natural elegance that made every motion look sensual. She crossed one leg over the other, causing the fabric of her hero costume to stretch across her thighs, and then leaned slightly forward, resting her elbows on the desk, making her generous bust lift up and press against the purple corset of her costume.
Izuku swallowed hard.
Ah, there it is, he thought as he felt his heart start to race. This whole thing was a trap. The normal office was just to disarm me. Now comes the part where she psychologically destroys me while looking absolutely spectacular.
"Have a seat, Izuku-kun," Midnight said with a smile.
Izuku obeyed, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He kept his posture upright, his hands resting on his knees as he tried to project the image of a responsible and respectful student.
Survival protocol number one: don't look directly at her chest, he reminded himself. Keep eye contact and act mature.
Midnight watched him for a long moment, her blue eyes shining with amusement behind her red tinted glasses.
"I imagine you already know why you're here, don't you, Izuku-kun?"
Of course I know, Izuku thought as he felt a drop of cold sweat slide down his temple. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't grabbed Ochako's chest in front of the whole class during combat training. There are probably like twenty witnesses who saw exactly what I did. And then there's the hallway thing with Momo, and the cafeteria thing, and when I trained with Ochako in that secluded area of the school, and...
He stopped mentally.
Wow, when I lay it out like that it sounds way worse. Technically all of it was for valid reasons related to my Quirk, but explaining that without sounding like a desperate pervert is gonna be tricky.
"I..." Izuku cleared his throat, keeping his voice steady. "I know why I'm here, sensei. And I admit I crossed the line with my actions."
Midnight raised a hand, stopping him before he could continue with what would probably be a rehearsed apology.
"Well, that's partly true, dear," she said as her smile widened. "But you're also here because of something that caught Principal Nezu's attention."
Izuku blinked several times, processing the words.
I caught Principal Nezu's attention? His mind went into immediate panic. How is that even possible? Does the Principal personally review every single incident of inappropriate conduct at U.A.? Or is my case so bad that it reached his office? Crap, this is way worse than I thought. I'm gonna get expelled...
"It's about your Quirk," Midnight continued, and her expression shifted slightly. There was now a spark of intellectual curiosity in her eyes that contrasted with her usual seductive demeanor. She leaned even further forward, forcing Izuku to make a superhuman effort to keep his eyes from drifting toward her cleavage.
"Principal Nezu is interested in how your Quirk works exactly," Midnight said in a melodic voice. "Up until now we had it cataloged as a personal enhancement or support type Quirk, the kind that helps you train your own body and endurance. But that's not entirely correct, is it, Izuku-kun?"
Izuku felt his mouth go dry.
Wow, I haven't even been at U.A. for a week and they already caught me, he thought while keeping his expression as neutral as possible. Am I really that obvious? I thought I'd been discreet about...
His mind quickly ran through the past few days.
The time he'd touched Ochako's breasts during the combat training and she'd suddenly been able to float heavier objects without effort. The display Yaoyorozu had put on during combat training against Bakugo and Iida, creating complex objects she normally wouldn't have been able to make. Nobody had seen when he touched her butt in the hallway, but they'd had five minutes alone before the match, which...
Yeah, I've definitely been more than obvious, he admitted internally. Any teacher with two functional brain cells could probably connect the dots. I touch a girl, she suddenly gets a massive power boost, I do it again with another girl, same result. You don't have to be a genius to figure out something's going on.
He scratched his cheek slightly, a nervous tic he couldn't suppress.
"Um..." he started, choosing his words carefully. "Could I confess something to you, sensei? It's related to my Quirk."
Midnight smiled with satisfaction.
Perfect, she thought. I didn't even have to apply much pressure. Honest students are so refreshing. Especially when they're about to reveal something juicy.
"Go ahead, Izuku-kun," she said out loud, gesturing for him to continue. "This office is a safe space. Anything you say here will stay between us and the Principal, of course."
Izuku took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say.
Here we go. Moment of truth. Either I confess everything now and hope they understand, or I lie and probably make things worse when they eventually find out the truth anyway.
"My Quirk..." he began slowly. "It's something I didn't know I had until I accidentally used it on Uraraka-san during the practical entrance exam."
Midnight nodded, encouraging him to continue without interrupting.
"I still don't know the full extent of its potential, and I don't fully understand what else it can do," Izuku admitted as he kept his hands firmly planted on his knees to avoid making nervous gestures. "But I know it improves me, it improves the girls I use it on, and I can temporarily boost their Quirks when I activate it. There's just one small problem with all of this."
He paused, gathering courage.
Midnight leaned even further forward, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Oh? He's gonna say it, she thought with barely contained anticipation. Watching such a seemingly serious boy admit something this embarrassing is going to be delicious.
"The problem," Izuku continued, looking her directly in the eyes, "is that my Quirk has a very specific condition to activate properly."
"And what would that condition be?" Midnight asked in an almost purring tone.
Izuku closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with an expression of brutal honesty.
"I need to touch breasts for my Quirk to work properly."
He continued before Midnight could respond.
"That's why during combat training with All Might I touched Uraraka-san's breasts before she floated," he explained quickly, the words pouring out in a flood of honesty. "Floating using her breasts to keep her balance was just a convenient excuse to use my Quirk on her without raising suspicion. And with Yaoyorozu-san, well, technically I touched her butt instead of her breasts, but the principle's the same. Areas with a high concentration of soft tissue seem to be the best conductors for my Quirk."
He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly.
"The reason I didn't say anything before is because it's too perverted of an ability to bring up openly, and because I don't fully understand it yet either," he admitted. "I was worried they were just isolated incidents, random coincidences, and that when I tried to do it again it wouldn't work. But every time I try, it works."
He let out an internal sigh.
Damn, I just openly admitted I'm a pervert who loves breasts in front of my own teacher, he thought with resignation. This is going on my permanent record. They're probably gonna slap a red flag on it that says 'WARNING: STUDENT WITH PERVERTED QUIRK' and every teacher's gonna...
His eyes drifted toward Nemuri's generous bust, taking in the way the purple corset lifted and framed it in an almost hypnotic and tempting way.
He quickly looked away, fixing his gaze on the photo of the orange cat.
The last thing I should be doing right now is staring at her tits, he scolded himself. If I do, she's not gonna believe a word of what I just said and she's gonna think this whole thing is some elaborate joke to justify touching girls. Although technically, in a world of heroes where Quirks let you shoot fire from your hands or create ice from thin air, a Quirk that requires breast contact isn't exactly the weirdest thing that's ever existed...
Midnight stayed silent for several more seconds, watching him with an unreadable expression.
Then, to Izuku's complete surprise, she let out a melodic laugh.
"A Quirk for breast lovers, huh?" she said as her smile widened. "Izuku-kun, in the world of heroes, motivation is everything. Some fight for justice, others for money, others for fame, but for your Quirk to be something this honestly perverted is just refreshing! That's youth in all its glory!"
She brought a hand to her cheek, faking a shyness she clearly didn't feel, while watching Izuku with a predatory look.
"You don't have to be ashamed of something like that," she continued, lowering her voice to almost a whisper. "If your Quirk requires intimate contact to enhance others, then denying it or trying to suppress it would be a criminal waste of potential. Principal Nezu suspected there was some kind of physical trigger based on the patterns he observed during combat training, but this... this opens up a whole new range of possibilities for the development of your hero career."
Izuku blinked several times, processing the completely unexpected reaction.
Wait, what? he thought with confusion. She's not mad? She's not gonna report me for inappropriate conduct? She's not gonna call my mom and tell her her son's a hopeless pervert? Is this really happening or did I hit my head on the way over and I'm hallucinating?
Midnight stood up with an elegant motion that made her hero costume hug her curves even more tightly and circled the desk seductively. She stopped directly in front of Izuku, close enough for him to smell her perfume.
If this kid needs a reliable test subject to develop his Quirk and eventually save lives in the future, who better than me to guide him? Midnight thought as she studied Izuku's expression. A young student like Uraraka or Yaoyorozu might feel overwhelmed or confused by the intimate nature of the contact required. But I have total control over my emotions and my body. I can give him a safe environment to experiment without pressure or discomfort.
Out loud, she said:
"A true hero never takes his eyes off his goal, Izuku-kun. Even if that goal happens to be his teacher's bust."
She paused, letting the words settle.
"Tell me," she continued in a soft voice. "Do you want to touch them?"
BEST DAY OF MY LIFE, HANDS DOWN, Izuku screamed internally while keeping his outer expression carefully neutral. Who would've thought that Midnight, the R-Rated Heroine, the sexiest woman in all of U.A., would offer me something like this? I came looking for copper and I found a pair of tits dipped in pure gold.
He discreetly pinched his thigh under the desk.
Oh my god, this IS happening.
"Yes," Izuku said without hesitating for a single second, "I want to touch them, sensei... ahem, all for the sake of saving lives."
Midnight's smile widened until it became downright pleased.
"That honesty is so exciting!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "Most boys your age would try to hide it behind dumb excuses or stutter for five minutes before admitting it. But you admit it directly, no beating around the bush, all for the sake of your development as a hero. That's incredibly professional!"
She straightened up slightly, placing her hands on her hips in a pose that made her figure look even more impressive.
"Alright then, Izuku-kun. Let's do this the right way."
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