Chapitre 79: Chapter 78
Though it took nearly two hours, presumably due to her meeting with the Principal, Izuku eventually received a text from Mirko informing him that she was outside. Instead of standing out front, however, she was waiting for him behind his house, dressed in fairly casual clothes that included a plain white t-shirt, form-fitting black jeans, a studded leather jacket, and, somewhat surprisingly, heels. She also had a large gym bag sitting on the ground, but Izuku didn't pay much attention to it, smiling as he said, "It's been way too long..."
Snorting through her nose, Mirko argued, "Don't be such a sap. If you wanted to see me, you could have visited me on the weekend. Besides, didn't you have those little high school brats to accompany you? I doubt you even thought about me between our text exchanges..."
Playing with fire, Izuku retorted, "If you truly believe that, we might need to boost your Intelligence a bit more..."
Narrowing her eyes, Mirko asked, "Are you calling me stupid...?" before proceeding to pop her knuckles, adding, "It 'has' been a while since I kicked your ass..."
"It's been a while since we've done many things," replied Izuku, smiling fearlessly as he asked, "How about we start with a kiss? Everything else can come after..."
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Discontinuing popping her knuckles, Mirko remarked, "You've grown up a bit since I last saw you. It makes me want to knock you down a few pegs, but I suppose it can wait..."
Stepping closer to Izuku, Mirko ran her fingers through his fringe bangs, an incredibly alluring smile developing across her face as she added, "If you were a real man, you wouldn't have asked..."
Interpreting Mirko's words as permission, Izuku didn't hesitate to place his hands on her pert, incredibly taut behind as he kissed her deeply and passionately. The disparity in their heights had increased since he last saw her, but he actually preferred shorter women. Not because he liked dainty and petite girls, but because he loved picking them up by their ass to kiss them.
Not content with being manhandled, Mirko took things quite a bit further by wrapping her legs around Izuku's waist, ensnaring him like a beartrap as she linked her arms around his neck and shoulders. It had only been a month and a half since they last saw each other, but it had felt like years, her body burning up just from being in contact with him.
Surprising Izuku a second time, Mirko revealed, "I brought it..." between assailing his mouth with kisses. He didn't know what she was referring to at first, but things became clear when she abruptly gripped his hair with her left hand, bringing her lips to his ear and whispering, "You wanted to fuck me in my high school uniform, right? I brought it, along with several other outfits..."
Retracting her face so she could stare Izuku in his eyes, Mirko licked her lips and threatened, "You have three minutes to take me somewhere we can fuck. I don't care if it's your bedroom or right here. I'm going to milk you so thoroughly you won't be able to walk come Monday..."
"We'll use my bedroom," replied Izuku without a moment's hesitation. Fortunately, the not-so-secret entrance to his room was at the back of the house. Mirko laughed her ass off when she learned about it, but that didn't stop her from crawling in first, providing Izuku a tantalizing view of her ass as they navigated the narrow, duct-like path before climbing the ladder connecting to the hatch in his closet.
"So, this is your room?" asked Mirko. "I thought you said it was messy. Was that just a lie to get me to spread my legs...?"
While making his way over to ensure his door was properly secure, Izuku replied, "I also told you about the girls in my Class. They come over often, so I keep it clean to avoid having them try to pick up after me..."
Sniffing the air, using her nose that was twenty times more powerful than a normal human's, Mirko remarked, "Now that you mention it, it does smell like several bitches in heat. One of the odors is pretty recent, too...did you fuck someone in here recently?"
Though she had permitted Izuku to fool around with the girls in his Class, even congratulating him when she learned about his engagement, Mirko couldn't help feeling like someone had intruded on her territory when she smelled another woman's scent in his room. She was a 'very' competitive woman by nature, so she had a sudden and intense desire to erase every other scent present, supplanting it with her own.
Since it wasn't a secret, Izuku responded, "Yeah. Toru managed to clinch our Class's victory in the Practical Exam yesterday, so I rewarded her by fucking her senseless."
Catching Izuku a little off guard, Mirko conceded, "That certainly sounds like something you'd do..." before discarding her jacket and removing her t-shirt, releasing her sizeable, gravity-defying breasts. Then, while taking off her pants, she stared directly at him and said, "I saw my Title...did you give that to me, or was it something that appeared on its own?"
"It appeared on its own," replied Izuku, adopting a cheeky smile as he added, "Though, to be honest, it suits you quite a bit..."
Though she narrowed her eyes slightly, Mirko didn't chastize Izuku for his remark. Instead, she half-turned to pick up her gym bag, bending over in a way that intentionally emphasized her perfect ass as she said, "When I first saw it, a single thought entered my mind. Do you want to know what it was...?"
Without waiting for Izuku to respond, Mirko began to sway her ass from side to side, her rabbit-like tail twitching as she revealed, "I thought that you must be pretty desperate to make me yours...providing me a means to get stronger that takes advantage of my sexual charged nature. You're a bad man, Izuku Midoriya..."
Rising to her full height, Mirko combed back the hair that had fallen over her face, staring directly at Izuku with an incredibly sensual smile as she purred, "Consider this your true final exam for the first term. Prove to me that you have what it takes to hold my reins, and I'll keep fucking you until one of us becomes a corpse..."
Though her words sounded like a threat, Izuku understood that Mirko was saying she would be with him until death. It was basically a proposal, just significantly less direct and a lot more sensual...borderline animalistic. In essence, Mirko wasn't looking for a spouse or a lover...she was looking for a mate...
Instead of responding to Mirko with words, Izuku tore open the front of his pants, releasing his fully erect cock. Doing so caused a hungry gleam to flash across Mirko's carmine eyes, but as she had already decided they would be kicking things off in her high school uniform, she suppressed her urges long enough to don a pleated, turquoise skirt, a white blouse that was incredibly tight around her chest, a red ribbon, and loose socks.
Interrupting Izuku's intense focus, Mirko took a moment to adjust her skirt, eventually giving up on fastening it properly as she asked, "Do you know why I ran back to Ōkunoshima to bring these clothes over?"
Blinking in surprise, Izuku suppressed the urge to ask if she was serious about running more than 1200km to retrieve a bag of clothes. Instead, he replied, "Tell me..." with a serious, anticipatory look.
Adopting a wistful smile, Mirko revealed, "I don't really understand it, but I couldn't stop thinking back to what you said about wishing you were my first. I usually don't think about the past, but those words kept grating on me for the past month and a half. That's when I decided that, since I can't give you my first, I'll let you fuck me in every outfit I wore back in the day. If you think you have what it takes..."
Raising the front of her skirt, revealing her moist panties and beautiful, glistening thighs, Mirko's voice became a low growl as she said, "This is your chance to overwrite those memories. Fuck me so thoroughly and completely that every time I see these clothes, the only memories that come to mind are the ones we share..."
Maintaining his serious expression, Izuku approached Mirko, towering over her quite a bit as he abruptly picked her up, forcing her up against the wall of his bedroom as he asserted, "I'm going to do so much more than that..."
Undaunted by Izuku's words, Mirko wrapped her legs around him anew, pulling him snug up against her as she said, "Talk is cheap...show me with your actions..."
Doing precisely that, Izuku slid aside Mirko's panties before sheathing himself inside her incredibly hot pussy in a single go. A steamy sigh of relief escaped her throat as he did, but instead of moving, Izuku brought his mouth to Mirko's ear, his lips tickling the furry tufts near their base as he whispered, "You were born to be mine, Rumi. I was just a little late to arrive. Now, I'm going to keep fucking you until you have no doubts about who you belong to..."
"Then do it..." replied Rumi, whispering into Izuku's ear just as he had hers. Then, out of nowhere, she bit into his shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood before adding, "We'll see who belongs to who by the time this is over..."
Grasping Rumi's ass, Izuku asserted, "Then I'm not going to hold anything back..." as he began a slow, steady, and deep piston, grinding against the beautiful rabbit's insides while leaning into her, squishing her against the wall with his body. Izuku learned many years ago that women who liked it rough were paradoxically weak against gentle lovemaking. It caused them to feel increasingly frustrated, but as their desire for an intensity grew, so did their sensitivity...
Feeling that Izuku was teasing her, Rumi's expression became annoyed as she asked, "What kind of shit...are you trying to pull...?" between clenched teeth.
Instead of responding to Rumi with words, Izuku nestled his face into the furry tufts of her ears, rubbing and sniffing them in a way that caused the white-haired rabbit quite a bit of discomfort. Her sense of hearing was by far her most powerful sense, so the sound of him sniffing the base of her ears was tantamount to thunder or someone banging a drum right next to her.
Jerking her head to the side, Rumi's expression and tone became more than a little threatening as she growled, "You're starting to piss me off..."
Catching Rumi off guard, Izuku whispered, "Good...the more annoyed you are, the more incredible this will feel..."
Before Rumi could ask what the hell he was talking about, Izuku surprised her greatly by pressing the tip of his dick against her cervix and extending an incredibly thin tendril of Blackwhip directly into her womb, splintering it like a cat o nine tails to 'tickle' the inside of her uterus.
"What the fucking fuck!?" exclaimed Rumi, nearly pushing Izuku away before he spawned Blackwhip from several parts of his body, keeping her in place as he held her close and asserted, "I'm going to make every part of you mine..."
Wincing with an expression that was equal parts aroused and incredibly confused, Rumi's left eye twitched as she replied, "I get that...but what even is this? It feels like there are a bunch of tiny hairs tracing the walls of my uterus...it doesn't feel 'bad,' but it's really fucking weird..."
Adopting a teasing smile, Izuku mused, "Good. That will help to ensure you never forget this. Now, you might want to grit your teeth. Things are about to get intense..."
Punctuating his words, Izuku willed Blackwhip to spread Rumi's cervical entrance. Doing so caused her to wince even more, but when she realized what he was doing, a toothy grin developed across her face as she said, "You're fucking crazy..."
"And you're worth being crazy for..." replied Izuku, taking advantage of the fact that Rumi's cervix was always lowered to insert his cock directly into her womb. He never thought he would be utilizing the technique he imagined the previous day so soon, but he was confident that Rumi could take it. Her body was uniquely suited for sex, and Izuku was willing to use everything in his arsenal to ensure she never considered going to another man for sex...even if it resulted in one or both of them breaking...
With such thoughts in his mind, Izuku began moving again, ramping up his pace a lot faster than before as the top quarter of his dick violated Rumi's womb, causing her nails to dig into his back as her legs tensed around his waist with such pressure he thought his pelvis might snap in two...
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(A/N: Nice weather we're having today...)
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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