She Said Sign Your Name On The Dotted Line [MHA]

Summary: Ochaco wants to buy Deku a nice gift, and Mina suggests going to Momo for the money like the other girls do. But Momo wants only one thing in exchange, and to make her boyfriend happy, Ochaco's going to have to make Momo happy first.

Credit: NidoranDuran

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Ochaco didn't realize that 'favour' meant sex until far deeper into the process than she was proud of. Shifting embarrassingly on her feet, Ochaco stood in Momo's bedroom wearing lingerie that Momo had bought just for her and completely tailored to her measurements, a pink bra with criss-crossing lace over her cleavage as it came in with support mostly from the side and the bottom, and a matching pair of slim, pink panties with a little bow right over her mound. With stockings and garters, she felt nicer and sexier than she'd ever dressed for her boyfriend.

Which was doubly a problem, because it wasn't her boyfriend she was dressing up for.

This had all been very simple in theory, before Ochaco realized what she was getting into. She'd been lamenting the need for money to get Deku an expensive gift she saw that she knew was just perfect for him while out with Mina. Mina made a startling suggestion, telling her that she should see Momo about getting the money. She explained that Momo was always happy to exchange money with friends for some favours, and played coy about several visits to Momo's house, including one where she and Kyoka both went over together. Both girls apparently made plenty of money just hanging around with Momo for the day, at least by the innocent ways that Mina described it.

Now, standing by the edge of the edge with hands all over her curves, Momo's naivety had given way to an uncertain frustration, to the confusion of having her friend feeling her up. Momo saw absolutely nothing strange in having friends whore themselves out to her, instead moving forward with an intimate intensity. "You're so pretty, Ochaco," she said, feeling up the brunette's curves and adoring the touch of her body against hers. Every squeeze at her hip and caress up her thigh made Ochaco more fitful.

"Thank you, so are you," Ochaco said. She'd never had any reservation about telling a friend that she was pretty, but that friend usually wasn't dressed in her own lingerie, a black outfit with a very lacy and low cut strapless bra top that looked like it was liable to let her breasts spill out at any moment, leading down with straps toward her panties, which were more substantive than Ochaco's, complete with frills like wings that layered down her hips. The underwear was very expensive, very pretty, and it only gave Ochaco more questions and concerns.

Telling a friend she was nice and having that friend kiss her in response were very different things. Ochaco felt dizzy as the firm advance of Momo's touch invited something weird upon her. She didn't feel ready for it, shaken by the suddenness of these attentions and the bizarre rise of heat inside of her. Momo was an amazing kisser, intimate and passionate and pushing forward with intense desire, and Ochaco couldn't help but feel a little bit lost to all of it as she embraced this all. There wasn't any good way to stabilize herself in the face of this all.

The hands got more forceful, not only caressing along her hips, but seeking to squeeze her ass and toy with her breasts. Both girls were curvy in different ways, Momo a tall, leggy girl with a more bust-heavy hourglass figure, ample breasts that pushed forward against Ochaco's as she leaned in to make the most of this. By contrast, Ochaco was shorter, softer, and her hourglass figure was a bit more even, with a fuller ass and still ample but smaller breasts. It gave Momo plenty to touch and feel around.

Kissing back while trying to sort her emotions out, Ochaco tried to think about a good answer to all of these spectacles, but as she pondered the right way forward, Momo added more. Her knee rose up and pushed along her thigh before sinking happily into place between her legs, starting to grind on her through her panties. "I really love being generous for my friends," Momo explained, "and you're so pretty that I really hoped you'd come asking one day. I love being with Momo and Kyoka too, but your body is so amazing."

Amid more kisses that drowned her in dizzy fire, Ochaco wasn't sure what to do, btu she found her back suddenly against a wall, pinned in place while hands molested her and the knee rubbed firmer between her legs. She hadn't said no to doing this once she realized what was going on, handing over her measurements to Momo and being dressed in lingerie chosen by her solely for 'visits', with all the expectation that there would be more. It was presumptuous, but Ochaco was so frozen in place that she didn't think to say anything about it and risk upsetting her friend.

Ochaco had only ever kissed one person before: the boyfriend she was trying to get something nice for. Everything about the forward push of these pleasures left her shaken, left her unsure of exactly how to respond to this, but she couldn't help but feel like she was getting more intrigued by the second by this commotion. It was the strangest feeling, one that made her dizzy to be kissed by someone with such a different approach and a different touch. She was never unsatisfied with Deku in bed, sure, but Momo's intimate caresses were so radically distinct from any of that, bringing on different desires and making her unsure of what she was supposed to do with all of it.

It made Momo pulling off of her into a chance to catch her breath. Ochaco gasped, standing ther and trying to gather herself. "This is a lot," she said. "I--I know I said yes, but I need a second to think abou--eep!"

Momo's open palmed smacked across Ochaco's plump bubble butt the second she lifted off of the wall. "I want to eat your ass first," Momo said, looking up at her friend and biting her lip. "I really like eating out girls' big butts, and yours look perfect for that."

"I've never done that before," Ochaco squeaked. She wasn't sure about how to process any of these feelings. "I--I is there--are you sure? I was sort of..."

"I'll give you twenty thousand yen if you let me eat your ass."

"Oh," Ochaco gasped, her thighs pressing tightly together. That was a lot of the way to Deku's gift right there. As she understood it, Momo paid for each sex act, and Ochaco wasn't sure how to navigate that all, but that would have been a big chunk of the way to the gift she wanted to get for her boyfriend. "Okay." Why was she saying yes?

Momo happily led her friend by the hand toward her bed, leaning her down over the edge of it and sinking down, her plump butt raised high in the air. Momo's hands ran down Ochaco's back while the brunette's legs dangled ands squirmed over the side, and once she reached her panties, she pulled them slowly down over her cheeks, took a moment to admire them, and then shoved her face right in between.

There was absolutely no time for steadiness or restraint in the feverish push forward. Momo's tongue shoved forward to penetrate Ochaco's ass, marking the first anal experimentation she'd ever indulged in, and the first lick drew a confused gasp from her. Her body shuddered and a sense of pure excitement crept its way up her spine. There was no good way to prepare herself emotionally for that sensation, for a feeling that pushed her so dramatically down into a state of panicked excitement. "That feels... Mm, I've never--Momo..." Ochaco didn't know what to say or how she wanted to express herself here. This was such a strange and baffling rush of attention, so many feelings all demanding her fullest commitment at once, and she wished she had the focus needed to control herself in these messes of desire.

But Momo was an absolute machine. Holding Ochaco's cheeks apart, she let her tongue get intimately and sloppy familiar with Ochaco's ass hole, tongue slithering around it and working to make the most of a pleasure she couldn't possibly deal with. There was just too much happening, all of it pushing forward with only one goal in mind, and she was in a hopeless fit of despair now trying to make sense of any of it. Noisy slurping sounds filled the room, and Ochaco got to learn the strange thrill of having her ass eaten.

It was good. It was bizarre, but the feeling of that wet, firm tongue slithering around made her feel better than she knew how to handle, and the slow, aching heat made her struggle to make clear sense of all these feelings. They made so little sense to her, a rush of emotions so volatile and perplexing that she wasn't sure how to deal with all of them, but she lay there over the edge of Momo's bed learning what sweet delirium came from this. She understood immediately why Mina and Kyoka were so happy to come over to see Momo, to be dressed up in fancy lingerie and kissed with such intimacy, to feel that tongue loving them so much. Especially Mina and her even bigger ass.

And they did have boyfriends. That was the frightening part. Mina dated Eijiro and Kyoka was with Denki, so the idea both would throw themselves with such eagerness into selling themselves to Momo made left her weirded out. Was Ochaco just a better girlfriend? She didn't want to think that about her friends like that, but it was hard to imagine being so eager to cheat, so eager to make money and prostitute themselves on the side, even to a friend. Ochaco told herself she had a good reason for doing it. Told herself it was different. Ochaco was a faithful, loving girlfriend with a good reason for doing all of this. The right reason.

The right reason to cheat on her boyfriend.

Momo's tongue continued to invite new pleasures into Ochaco's thoughts and force her deeper into a strange spectacle of sensations that made her head spin. Ochaco wanted this no matter how baffling it was, her toes curling and a sense of strange excitement washing over her. Guilty as it was to give in to, Ochaco wasn't strong enough to deny that every slither and slurp and caress of the tongue up her ass made her feel better, made her accept with confused excitement and a dizzy heat that she was just ready for it, giving in fully and embracing pure madness, loving every shaky second of letting go, coming hopelessly undone under the devoted attention of a tongue ready to make her lose herself.

"Momo!" The cry was noisy and baffled, trembling legs twisting about in fitful excitement and a spectacle that she wasn't sure what to deal with. Ochaco fell to pieces, loving every weird and dizzy second of giving up to it, embracing the most spectacular joys in her shaky plunge to madness. Ochaco came harder than she really wanted to from all these grandiose feelings, a spectacle of fascination and want that ran so much deeper than she was ready for, demanding that she learn the hard way what weird thrills could take her if only she let it rule her, and she didn't like that reality one bit.

Momo rolled Ochaco onto her back and ushered her higher up the bed, fingers toying their way up along her body in an eager bid to seek out even more excitement and delight. She was fully unafraid of giving in to everything before her, a rush of desire and fitful needs that beckoned her deeper and made everything just feel so good that she couldn't think clearly. "I love making my friends feel good, but I'm not looking to pay for your orgasms all night and nothing else. Let me sit on your face next."

Ochaco knew it was coming. It was the likely way forward; Momo was of course going to want to get eaten out. so why did it weird Ochaco out so much? The weird, breathless state she was in after being rimmed left her confused and unsure, clumsiness ensuing and her head trying to make sense of this all. "Can... Is..." She bit her lip, trying to explore quite how she wanted to put this into words. "I want thirty thousand for it. That's a fair price for me, because it's something I've... I've done oral with Deku, so I want to make sure that the price is right to..."

"You're so pretty that it's worth it," Momo said, hooking her thumbs into her panties. "Get further up the bed and lie back." Her smile grew and she pushed herself forward, ready to explore deeper. There wasn't any good way for Ochaco to make her head stop spinning now, the weird pleasures and deliriums all coming on messier and fiercer, making her question herself and question what exactly she was about to say yes to.

Momo then climbed up onto the bed, pushing her panties down and moving forward in one fluid motion, straddling Ochaco's pretty face and settling herself happily down on top of it, ready to give in fully to these grand spectacles of pure weirdness. It was all simple now, an abrupt and strange mess of excitements leaving no time for pause or control.

Tepidly, Ochaco pushed her tongue forward. She didn't know how to eat a girl out in the first place, the pleasures coming with so little calm or restraint to it, just the burning need inside of her to explore. The money silenced her complaints, and she began to lick her way against her mound, taking uncertain steps in the right direction with each caress of her ready tongue. This was so bizarre, so weird of her to accept, but she felt like she just had to try and be open-minded about the high strangeness before her, no matter how much this situation should have called for something more uncertain and doubtful. She had to offer herself to this, had to do something to contain these bizarre feelings and all of their oddest spectacles.

Inexperienced as she was, Ochaco's first licks against Momo's mound drew eager moans from the rich girl. "That's it," she said. "You've never done this before, right? It's okay. Just don't be afraid; I'm the first girl a lot of our friends eat out, and they get into it once they learn how to do something other than go down on their boyfriends." There was a smugness in her voice, something that made Ochaco tense up a little bit, wondering of Momo in fact got off on dragging her friends tied up with guys into adulterous situations with another girl. But no, that was insane. Momo wasn't like that.

But the firm grind of Momo's pussy against her lips certainly brought on a demanding intensity, something that she had to try her best to deal with while this happened. Ochaco grasped her friend's hips for lack of nay idea what else to hold, trying her best to deal with all of this. Her clumsier and more frantic licks continued their sloppy service, seeking to make some sort of sense of these feelings and their weird demands. There wasn't much here that felt sane to her now, but Ochaco was ready to give in, ready to keep serving a dramatic urgency that kept her a bit confused and dizzy. There was so much here she wanted to do something to make sense of, trying to focus on the ways this all pulled her down.

This wasn't like sucking Deku off at all, but it felt oddly enticing. Ochaco sank lower into the fixated excitement she felt in giving up to this all, exploring deeper, learning her way int pleasures and passion that she was sure were getting more dramatic and bizarre for her by the second. Gripping Momo tighter and letting her tongue roam with wild urgency across her mound, Ochaco let the exploration take her deeper, let her thoughts sharpen as they processed all these weird stimuli. She was getting in deeper, learning so much and trying her best to navigate all of it. This was all so strange, but she felt committed.

"You're a natural," Momo moaned, her body rocking steadily about, indulging steadily deeper into all of these wild spectacles, a rush of pleasure and passion that kept her moving and animated, kept her trying her best to handle this mess. The steady rise of hunger within her thoughts left her fitful excitable. The impatience guided her body in its steady back and forth, in a grind against Ochaco that felt more and more enticing with each gesture forward. She felt lost to the sweet joy of giving in, winding her way up for increasing indulgence and fire. A hand strayed, reaching back behind her and slipping down Ochaco's still-on-up-front panties. She felt the slickness there, moaning, "Oh, you're getting so wet doing this. Do you like going down on girls?"

Ochaco squirmed. Momo knew she was bi, but the teasing was oddly pointed, making her struggle to keep her head on straight amid all of this. She felt lost, aimlessly lapping away at the pussy grinding harder against her tongue. It felt like Momo was still doing most of the work to satisfy herself, but Ochaco's licks slowly grew more forward and confident in their forceful indulgences, in the pleasure and the passion she was happy to embrace. As bizarre as this all was, she felt ready, felt confident in her need for more, felt like she just had to lose control and embrace all of this deranged spectacle. The pleasure only felt better and hotter, made her crave what she was able to lose herself to.

Momo's breath tightened, her body rocking quicker, every indulgent and excited motion pushing on without a shorted of care. She let her hand keep toying with Ochaco's pussy as an extra treat, winding her up and pulling her steadily deeper into all the hungry passions and frustrations she knew were wearing her down. The chance to give up to this was absolute ecstasy. Nothing restrained, nothing calm. she felt ready to throw herself into overdrive, loving what it offered her in her dizzy bid for more. The deeper she sank, the more that these outrageous pleasures made her melt, and she was satisfied with the chance to take her to the limit.

Despite all the excitement and drama and relentless teasing, Momo's orgasms were oddly understated, a rush of excitement and desire that she was happy to give up to. "Ochaco, you're a natural at eating pussy,' she moaned, so happy to feel this take her, the incredible fascination and the rush of delight that she craved taking her by storm, forcing her down into the throes of something absolutely tremendous. There was nothing more satisfying and more maddening than this chance to give in. Ochaco kept licking through the fitful thrill, and when she was done, Momo slipped off of Ochaco with one fluid motion, getting down by Ochaco's feet and spreading her legs out.

Ochaco rose up slowly, a bit dizzy and definitely wetter than she wanted to be, left wanting after those fleeting touches and feeling like she was due for even more wild fever and frustration to come. "Are we going again?" she asked, betraying perhaps a chance of pace and a different view of the situation, an openness toward letting things take her by storm.

"Oh, eager?" Momo teased. "I want you to come scissor with me."

"H-how much?" Ochaco didn't haggle. Didn't try to set a price. Barely even thought about money as she stared at Momo's puffy mound, at her long legs, up her tight core toward her ample chest. There was something getting to Ochaco about all of this, something that made her slowly melt into an excited desire to maybe let the pleasures take her.

"How about another twenty five thousand yen?" Momo asked softly. It was less than the facesitting was. Was that because it was an act she valued less? Or to see if Ochaco was even still thinking about the money? As she spoke, she was already reaching over, draping a leg over her friend's shoulder while she lay back and settled their bodies into slow indulgence, into all these pleasures.

Ochaco melted into the moment, nodding slowly as she reached her legs out and settled into place, feeling hands on her hips guiding her slowly into position, and then starting to grind.

The feeling was all so much more than Ochaco was ready for. It wasn't too much, sure. Just a slow and steady motion of friction, but it felt to Ochaco like everything. Her hot, needy pussy pressed flush to her friend's, the intimacy of flesh to flesh contact in a way that she couldn't feel as anything but sexual attention, but so different than anything she had felt before. Her body started to move in clumsy counterpoint to how Momo's did, seeking out similar pleasures and a deepening appreciation for the strange, dizzy flares of pressure that this offered her. It was madness, a frustration foggy and bizarre and stripped of anything she was ready for, and it wasn't stopping.

"You feel so good," Momo moaned, working with steady delight, a desire and a hunger that she was all too eager to give in to. "Tell me what you're thinking, Ochaco. Let me know how you feel."

"I feel amazing," Ochaco whined, biting her lip and feeling her spine arch back against the bed. Her hands couldn't stop feeling Momo up, touching every bit of skin within her grasp and adoring in particular how her long legs felt. She wasn't able to contend with all the pleasures and passions of these weird feelings, an almost frustrating sense of desire and delirium pulling her gradually deeper, and try as she might to make this all slow down, she didn't want to be calm, didn't want to resist these dramatic sweeps of pure heat. She felt ready only to give in, to succumb to the shaky wants and let them rule her.

"There's just something special about being intimate with another girl," Momo explained, moaning in sweet surrender. "Mina and Kyoka tell me that being with me is so different from being with their boyfriends. Do you feel the same way?" She continued her steady, snaking advance, pushing confidently on and trying to play at something that wasn't particularly subtle or restrained.

But Ochaco felt too spaced out and blissed out to even really register that fact. She whimpered and twisted in embarrassment, sure, still not wanting to commit that far as she held onto the guilty reality of her having done all this for her boyfriend's sake, but her answer was obvious, her silence only making it clearer to Momo and enticing her with greater fascination and hunger. The pleasure was outrageous, a dizzy rush of feelings that became such a clumsy spectacle of embarrassment that Momo could hardly believe it was all so easy.

The friction continued. It built up a steady heat in both of them, but it was a slow heat. Momo wound Ochaco up wit ha tender and slow push into the growing pleasures, into something that avoided being too immediately a mess to take on. Guilty moans and tight breaths played against Momo's sleek confidence, the experience and the certainty of the rich girl standing in brighter, sharper contrast against the frustrations of the inexperienced girl here under dubious circumstances and motivation. There wasn't anything Ochaco felt like she could make of these pressures, but she was doomed to keep sinking, to keep giving up to the fire and the frustration that swept up through her.

It was getting to be too much. Hotter and greedier she twisted. There was something unique here, something special, and it made the idea of trying to hold on to her thoughts and her consistent motivations all the more frustrating. This was about doing something for Deku, but the more that the pleasure hit her, the more dramatically Ochaco found herself wanting more, found herself motivated by something else. The growing embarrassment and weirdness demanded that she try anything and everything in her power to make sense of it all.

Then came their climax. Momo was as elegant and contained as ever, holding firm through the dramatic pleasures hitting her, a rush of frustration and worry that she felt completely lost to. For Ochaco, it was a fitful mess. She crashed against the waves, a gasping mess hopelessly succumbing to the pleasures and the frustrations of a pleasure she couldn't help, a dizzy rush of worry that trashed all semblance of thought or control. It felt so good. All of it, all at once, pushed her to a wonderful state of pure confusion, one of noise and fitful panic, bucking against her friend. Momo became the sturdy presence that held against all of this, but the twisted desperation and frustration taking Ochaco by storm was everything she could have ever imagined.

Ochaco slumped back, going limp and shaky, slowly untangling her legs from Momo's body and lying flat and breathless atop the sheets. She was overwhelmed and absolutely lost, staring at Momo and trying to find words to say, ways to express what had taken hold of her. She was absolutely floored, the confusion and the raw weirdness leaving her completely compromised.

But Momo still wasn't done. She reached in between her tits and began to pull something out of her body, having used her quirk to manifest a double ended dildo. A long, sleek toy that she ran her tongue along as she pulled it up, and Ochaco's eyes widened in excitement. "I don't know what you want to do with that," Ochaco whined, "but... I'll do it." She forgot to even name a prize in her delirium.

Momo smiled softly. She was going to pay her friend nonetheless. Pay her a good price for it, too, but for now, she had other things in mind, pulling guiding Ochaco face-down and ass-up, lining her up into position and then getting into a similar one behind her. She sank the toy into Ochaco first, then guided the other end into her own pussy before sinking down against her.

Ochaco wasn't sure how to handle this. Vaginal penetration was the most normal and familiar pleasure she'd felt in Momo's room yet, but the feeling of Momo's ass pressing against hers while they shared the toy definitely felt different. The thick, artificial toy was a sensation that still felt weird enough for some novelty to it, but adding tor all of that was the idea of going ass to ass with the gorgeous rich girl.

With confident motions back and forth, Momo did most of the work in tending to this and winding up the pleasure. Her ass pressed back against Ochaco's, pushing down and indulging in the toy together. "You've done great," She moaned, biting her lip and holding herself upright for this. The motion of her long, sleek body was fully committed to directing all of her momentum into the backstrokes against Ochaco, into pushing down and meeting her body. It was another way to find a kind of intimacy that she was sure Ochaco hadn't quite experienced before, another way to tempt her down. "Your first time having sex with a girl, and you've been worth every yen."

"It just feels so good," Ochaco whined. "I love this so much. It's been..." She wasn't sure what she wanted to say, how she wanted to describe it. The weird, hysterical truths building up inside of her all demanded something strange from Ochaco, something that she wasn't fully sure if she wanted to give up, but the dramatic pressures kept her lost and locked into place, giving up to the pleasures and all their weird passions, to a dramatic sense of want that kept her craving more. This was such a chaotic rush of frustration to try and contend with, an excess of emotions that demanded she give in completely, and the pleasure didn't leave her any room for thought. There was only crushing ecstasy here, only the desire pushing harder against her and forcing her to cooperate, to unravel.

But her hips started to move. Ochaco pressed back and met Momo, pushing against the pleasure and sinking into the toy they shared together. She felt so good, and the startling truth of giving in so deep and so hard was that she wasn't ashamed of it. The sensations were getting to be so much more than she could deal with, meeting Momo as they went ass to ass with each push back. This was supposed to be about reluctantly doing what it took to get the best gift for the boy she loved, but instead, she was moaning in wanton lust on Momo's bed, finding herself getting hotter and needier, getting into the joy of it without any real sense of restraint.

Momo knew it was a job well done. "Fucking girls is so good. You shouldn't be ashamed of it." Her head rolled back, spine arching as she pressed herself back, feeling the soft ass squish down against hers with each push against her. This was everything she wanted, the chance to twist Ochaco into all the same sorts of pleasure and fascination. There was no other way to see it, no moment where Momo could see how Ochaco was giving in as anything other than mad acceptance and surrender to these pleasures. So faster she moved, inching toward an explosive climax, inching toward something absolutely incredible.

Nothing could have prepared Ochaco for the tremendous orgasm burning through her. She felt lost to the grand spectacles and fevers of giving in, loving every second of the explosive thrills pushing her to the limit as she let herself go. She moaned out in confusion, an aimless rush of gasps and fire and passion, struggling to deal with al the clumsy joys that demanded she lose herself, and she felt happy to accept what was taking her, happy to unravel at the seams. Momo came too, still composed and steady in her climaxes, but letting a bit more slip as she moaned Ochaco's name so hoarsely, and Ochaco responded with Momo's name in kind.

Collapsing face-down onto the sheets, Ochaco twitched and shivered, feeling so worn down, so confused. She wasn't sure how to feel, but the pleasure that overwhelmed her decency and her self-control left her so worn down and ecstatic that, when Momo rolled Ochaco over and climbed on top to make out with her again, she felt so much more ready now. They were done having sex, at least for now, but the intimate, longing joy of lazily making out and being in one another's arms presented its own fascination, and a service Ochaco was about to ring up plenty of billable hours on.

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"Look at it! I have the best girlfriend in the world. I can't believe she got this." Deku hadn't been able to stop showing everybody the gift his girlfriend bought him. It made him happier than she had seen him in forever, and he kept showing his classmates. Iida was the lucky guy to be cornered now, admiring the gift and supportively commenting on how nice it was, how much Ochaco must really have spent to make him happy.

And it was worth every yen. Ochaco watched from a bit of a distance, smiling to herself as she saw the brightness and the radiance on his face. What she'd done had been worth it, no matter how weird it got with Momo, if it meant seeing him happy. She'd been right to think her gift would make his day, but it had made several days, and to see him lit up like this was everything she wanted. She loved him so deeply, and his happiness mattered to her more than anything.

It was one and done. Ochaco wasn't looking to take such drastic measures again, confident in herself and confident in the idea it was a one-time necessity that she was happy to put behind her, as amazing as sleeping with Momo that night had been.

Just as she thought on how there was no need to go back, though, a hand reached up her skirt and gave her ass a hard squeeze. "Come sleep over tonight," Momo whispered in her ear and slid a fistful of crisp, fresh yen bills into the waistband of Ochaco's skirt. "A little down payment."

Ochaco's legs weakened. "I'll be there," she said, swallowing nervously.