The Successor Ch. 71 (My Hero Academia) (Patreon)

A/N: Midnight has an idea for how to handle their equally aggressive personalities~

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Nemuri Kayama had heard a LOT about Izuku Midoriya. Even before the school year began, his name was on everyone’s lips. As one of the few teachers who had remained after UA’s surprise faculty overhaul, Nemuri had access to more information than many of the others. Like for instance, the fact that All Might was supposed to be one of their Heroics Teachers this year.

She wasn’t so privileged that she’d been let in on what had happened to change things up, but she was smart enough to put some of the pieces together. Nana Shimura had taken over in All Might’s stead, her credentials being that she’d trained the Number One Pro Hero herself back in the day. Only, she didn’t look like she was old enough for that, so some sort of tomfoolery was going on.

And then there was Izuku Midoriya. The boy was taking the entire school by storm. Not only were there rumors of him bedding teachers and students alike, but there was also his scores to take into consideration. He was a dominant force in the school in more ways than one, and he’d brought that dominance into the UA Sports Festival, effectively treating his peers like they were toddlers from start to finish.

It was… exciting. Everything she’d heard before the Sports Festival had honestly already piqued Nemuri’s interest but watching him sandbag in the Sports Festival itself and yet still take down any and all challengers who dared to so much as look in his direction… that, Nemuri had to admit, was downright intoxicating.

She wasn’t the R-Rated Hero Midnight for nothing, after all. And sure, normally she didn’t mix business with pleasure… she liked to consider herself a professional. But the Principal wasn’t stopping any of the other antics that Midoriya was getting up to, and Midoriya himself… there was just something about him that made him wise beyond his years.

That was why she wanted to break him. How could she not? He was such a feisty little upstart. He was the big shot on campus and a massive rising star that multiple other women were clearly trying to attach themselves to. And he knew it too. Yet… he wasn’t the best in the world or anything like that. He was still just a student. That’s what Nemuri wanted to show him today. That he still had a lot to learn.

Which is why, as she leads him into her home, the R-Rated Pro Hero turns around and fixes Izuku with a stare and the quirk of her lips as she plants her hands on her hips and strikes a seductive pose. As anticipated, his eyes are drawn to her every curve, her gorgeous assets all but on display as she smirks at him.

“You’re a precocious brat, aren’t you Midoriya?”

Looking her right in the eye, Izuku just shrugs his shoulders.

“I prefer to think of myself as merely self-confident.”

Scoffing, Nemuri shakes her head.

“Arrogance more like.”

Which as expected, just gets a raised brow from Izuku.

“Is it arrogance if I’m always proven right?”

No. No it was not. But that was why they were here. To prove him wrong for once, bring him back down to Earth, and show him he still had plenty to learn from HER if not anyone else. She was definitely just trying to help him out. Definitely not indulging in her sadistic side at all. But then… was it that big of a deal if she maybe did a little bit of both? Licking her lips, Nemuri runs her hands up and down her body.

“I know you want me, Midoriya. You can act like you don’t because there are others ‘vying for your attention’, but none of them are like me. I’m the dream for boys like you. The unattainable goal.”

Looking more amused than anything, Izuku snorts.

“Is there a point you’re going to get to at some time soon, Teach?”

Irritating brat. He really was too full of himself. Still…

“My point is you want me. But I also know how you want me. You want to take me. You want to use me… dominate me… conquer me.”

She lets her voice get huskier with each word she says, until she’s staring at Midoriya through lidded eyes, easily able to tell that her words are landing with some effect on the young man. He slowly nods, not even trying to deny it.

“Yes.”

He really is precocious!

“And what makes you think you’ve earned me, brat?”

Tilting his head to the side, he grins.

“Well… I did just win the UA Sports Festival by a pretty wide margin.”

But Nemuri scoffs, having been expecting that.

“And? That doesn’t matter here, Midoriya. Here and now, we’re not talking about your schoolboy achievements. We’re not talking about your capacity to surpass your peers, and likely most of your seniors as a Pro Hero. We’re talking about sex. You think you’re quite good at what you do, but if the rumors are right, all you’ve had so far are virgin girls who don’t know any better and inexperienced women who think they’re doing something scandalous by bedding you.”

Nemuri huffs, crossing her arms under her ample bosom and lifting it up as she shrugs her shoulders.

“You haven’t had a real woman, Midoriya. Not yet.”

Amusement remains in Izuku’s eyes. It makes the sadist in her really want to teach him a lesson. At the same time, his confidence is a little… overwhelming. It’s been a long time since Nemuri ran into a man who could give her a run for the money in the bedroom. After all, while there were certainly plenty of Pro Heroes who were better at fighting crime or combatting disasters than her, there was one arena where Nemuri considered herself the undisputed champion, even if it had nothing to do with her work. Sex.

She was a natural at sex. An absolute talent. And no man had been able to tame her for a long, long time. And yet… while most of the time she presented as a sadist, the truth was, she was a switch. A part of her, a submissive part that hadn’t seen use in many years, longed to be taken to task by a man. To be brought low and dominated.

… She just didn’t think Izuku Midoriya was going to be that man, overconfident brat that he was.

“What exactly are you proposing, Midnight?”

Ah, using her Pro Hero name. Nemuri grins wickedly as she unwinds her arms from under her chest and runs her hands up and down her body again.

“Simple. We play a little game, and the winner takes all. Each of us will do everything short of actual sexual intercourse to get the other one off. Whoever gets the other off the fastest wins and gets to call the shots for the rest of the evening. You can have all of this, Izuku Midoriya. You can have me under your thumb. On my knees, bent over, up against a wall. However you envision me, you can make me your bitch. But you have to prove your worth first.”

Silence falls as the young man processes her words. Finally though, he nods.

“Sounds like a plan. You can go first.”

Nemuri pauses and narrows her eyes at that.

“Oh? Already scheming, are you? Want to get an advantage by knowing the time to beat? Heh… it won’t help, you understand.”

Izuku just grins a cocky grin, one that causes the lightest of flutters down between her thighs.

“Then it won’t matter if you go first, will it?”

Hm. He’s right. She’d just talked herself into a corner there. Still, Nemuri believes her own words. That’s why after setting up a timer, she saunters up to Izuku without a care in the world, drops down into a crouch in a perfectly performed swoop that accentuates all her best assets, and deftly flicks open Midoriya’s pants, freeing his cock from its confines.

As she expected, he’s already aroused. Though she’s a little surprised he’s not already throbbing and fully hard. She’s not used to men who aren’t pretty much fully erect within minutes of her turning on the charm, truth be told.

No matter. Wrapping gloved hands around his cock, Nemuri smiles up at Izuku. She strokes him to full mast in mere moments, before opening her red lips wide and letting her tongue slowly pulse out. She begins to lick him at first, expertly and without hesitation, watching his face for signs of his reaction.

… She gets nothing. His cock is hard and throbbing, but otherwise he’s just staring down at her wordlessly. Tch. Nemuri ups her game, fully taking him into her mouth then and beginning to bob up and down his member. Other women in her position might have tried to go as fast and hard as possible to get him off quickly, since that was the challenge.

But Nemuri knew better. First of all rushing things like that never worked. That was just what porn and hentai wanted you to think. Trying to go too hard too fast when it came to fellatio usually resulted in you nipping the man’s cock with your teeth and potentially ruining the experience entirely. Second of all, Nemuri knew for a fact that Izuku Midoriya wasn’t going to be able to make her cum so easily. No matter how long she spent sucking his cock, she would win this handily.

Which is why… she’s a little annoyed when he grunts about five minutes in, causing her to narrow her eyes at him.

“You know, if you really want to win this, you should probably get naked at least.”

Nemuri’s eyes narrow further at that, down to slits. She doesn’t like his tone… but at the same time, she knows he’s right. And won’t it be all the more humiliating if she shatters him after taking his advice? Only for him to find that he can’t do the same in turn, because she’s like diamond. Unbreakable.

Pulling off of Izuku’s cock with a pop, Nemuri gives him a salaciously sultry, wicked, and altogether sinful smile as she pulls back and rises to her feet.

“You’re right. I’m much too overdressed for this.”

Of course, she doesn’t just strip down to her birthday suit. She makes a production of it, starting with turning on her home entertainment system and getting some delicious music perfect for strip dancing pumping through the house. Izuku just watches with a raised eyebrow and those amused eyes of his, even as Midnight grabs hold of him and pushes him down into a nearby chair. Then and only then does she begin stripping for him… while teasing the hell out of him in the process.

Every brush she can do, every touch she can manage, she incorporates it into her dance. She fondles his chest, she plays with his cock and balls, and she even grinds her ass into his crotch a few times as she slowly but surely stripes to nothing. Going completely naked, letting him see her body like this… it hadn’t been Nemuri’s original plan. Originally, she was going to make him beg for every inch.

But no, this was better. She was sick and tired of those amused eyes Midoriya was leveling at her. It was time to end this. That’s why, once she’s completely naked, Nemuri goes for broke. She kneels between Izuku’s spread legs, wraps her tits around the base of his throbbing pecker, and takes the head into her mouth.

His cock, now leaking precum, pulsates in between her tits as she slides her impressive fun bags up and down his length. She knows how great her chest is. She knows how much men love her breasts. And she utilizes them to their fullest potential, looking up into Midoriya’s eyes and watching as he enjoys her efforts.

His balls churn under her tits, his cock throbs inside of her mouth, and Nemuri knows she has him. Only… the minutes drag on. Her eyes narrow. It’s taking far too long. Five minutes of sucking him off initially. Five minutes of dancing and teasing to really get him hot and bothered. And now ten more minutes of a masterclass titjob-blowjob combo, the kind of thing that men around the world would pay millions to see, let alone get to experience.

And yet he still wouldn’t cum. This called for drastic measures. Slipping one hand under her tits and locating his balls, Nemuri begins to fondle his nut sack while she redoubles her efforts. Her tits become static outside of their own natural bouncing and jiggling, and all she moves is her mouth, sliding up and down the part of his cock not currently held between her breasts.

As she’d said earlier, going too hard too fast when it came to fellatio was a rookie mistake, the sort of thing you only saw in porn and hentai. But as many had said about her, the R-Rated Pro Hero Midnight was walking porn herself in a lot of ways. And it was only a rookie mistake if you didn’t have the skill to back it up!

Suctioning her cheeks in, holding her teeth back, Nemuri begins to throat Izuku’s cock with reckless abandon and overwhelming gusto, gurgling as she takes his massive member down the back of her throat.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Finally, she gets somewhere. Finally, he has to grab the arms of the chair. She can feel his balls churning in her fondling hand too, so without further ado… Nemuri gives them a good squeeze while sucking harder at his cock than ever before.

Just like that, it’s over. Izuku grunts as he cums down the back of her throat. Professional that she is, Nemuri swallows every last drop without fail. She drinks down Midoriya’s cum and hums at how tasty it is, how good it feels in her belly. Honestly, sucking his cock had been quite a delight even if she wasn’t going to tell HIM that. She was already tingling down below and he hadn’t even taken his turn yet.

That was the sort of thing that usually only happened when she was punishing a lover with whip or chain or paddle. Not when she’d just got done fellating one of her students for… a glance at the timer makes Nemuri scowl a little bit. Twenty-three minutes. Unacceptable, for all that it wouldn’t matter in the end.

Plastering a confident smile on her face as she turns back to Midoriya, Nemuri raises an eyebrow at him, while at the same time pushing herself up to her feet with her hands on his legs. Bending over him, her face inches from his own, she lets her smile grow into a wicked, toothy grin.

“Well, Midoriya? Think you can top that?”