Chapter 212
Though she was initially surprised by Izuku's size and girth, causing her to stare at it in a daze, Mitsuki eventually grinned and remarked, "Oh, this is going to be fun..." before using the glycerin-infused juices of her pussy to lubricate and stroke it.
Staring up at Izuku with a smile, Mitsuki leaned forward and licked his glans before taking his tip into her mouth and deliberately bobbing her head. Then, in an apparent attempt to show off, she took more than half of it into her throat, stimulating the underside of his cock with her tongue before performing a fairly skillful blowjob.
Pulling away after a few minutes, Mitsuki licked her lips and asked, "Did you bring condoms? I have a few boxes upstairs, but I'm not sure any will fit this fucking bedpost you call a cock..."
Adopting a challenging smile, Izuku remarked, "If we're doing this, we're doing it raw. If not, well, you're in luck. Your Bond Level is currently at 95, so you're more than qualified to join my Party. I can invite you now and be gone within five minutes if that's what you'd prefer..."
Snorting through her nose, Mitsuki rose to her feet, licking the juices from her fingers and grinning as she remarked, "You've become pretty cheeky. But, fine. I suppose this is a special occasion. I plan on indulging a bit, so I'll let you have your way..."
Grabbing Izuku's hand, Mitsuki added, "Let's move this little rendezvous upstairs. I'd rather not have to clean too much before Katsuki arrives later this afternoon..."
"Sure," replied Izuku, permitting himself to be pulled to his feet before surprising Mitsuki by lifting her in a bridal carry. She initially laughed at his antics, but when he began to 'levitate' them toward and up the stairs, her expression turned to genuine astonishment as she asked, "You can fly...?"
"I can do many things," replied Izuku, surprising the spiky-haired woman a second time by kissing her. She ordinarily didn't permit her flings to kiss her, but since she had already given Izuku the green light to blow his load inside of her, Mitsuki mentally shrugged and reciprocated as Izuku guided them to her spacious studio/bedroom. He knew where it was located from the original's memories but had never actually been inside.
Noticing several mannequins lined up, each wearing rather risque outfits, Izuku ceased making out with Mitsuki, setting her on her 3x3 meter bed as he asked, "Are these meant to be my options...?"
"That depends on you..." replied Mitsuki, hiking up her skirt, leaning back onto her elbows, and spreading her legs as she added, "If you can last more than one round, I don't mind going through my entire wardrobe for you. There's just one caveat..."
"Let me guess, you want to film us...?" asked Izuku, following Mitsuki's gaze to the camera and tripod that were already set up, facing the bed. The notion of being filmed didn't particularly enthuse him, but since he knew there were likely several recordings of him in circulation, he wasn't against the idea outright.
"It's part of the deal I have with my husband," Mitsuki explained. "I work from home and do a lot of photo shoots in my design studio at the end of the hall. He encourages my 'passion' and considers me his muse, so when he isn't home to snap photos directly, he likes to review the recordings of me making love to other men. It gets us both riled up..."
"Let's first see how things go..." said Izuku, climbing onto the bed and pushing Mitsuki's legs up so that she was lying flat on the mattress, his cock resting against her mons as he warned, "I can literally go for more than twenty-four hours without rest, so if you're alright with your husband witnessing you be fucked senseless, go ahead and film it..."
"Jokes on you..." mused Mitsuki, narrowing her eyes like a Succubus as she revealed, "The image of me being dominated is what excites Masaru the most. During my 30th birthday, he even arranged—"
Before Mitsuki could reveal that Masaru had arranged a gangbang for her 30th birthday, Izuku sank his cock into her exceptionally wet and visibly pulsating pussy, his glans reaching the entrance of her cervix and pushing against it like a hydraulic press. No sound emanated from Mitsuki's throat, but her eyelashes and lids fluttered as she leaned her head back against the mattress with enough force to arch her body slightly.
Spreading Mitsuki's legs wide with his hands on her calves, Izuku gave her a taste of what was to come by kicking things off with deep, swift, and forceful thrusts. She presented herself as a very experienced woman, so he saw no reason to hold back, timing his thrusts with her breathing so she could gasp and moan without restraint.
Changing things up just as Mitsuki was starting to get used to his rhythm, Izuku released her legs, permitting her to wrap them around his waist as he hooked his left arm under her body, slid up the fabric of her blouse with his right hand, leaned over her, and began to suckle her nipple as he raised them both into the air. The sudden lack of a solid surface startled but also excited her as she laughed aloud, arched her back, and enjoyed the feeling of being fucked while dangling upside down...
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"We...we need to stop..." droned Mitsuki, her voice lacking enthusiasm and eyes unfocused as she clung to Izuku's body, fearing that she might float away if she released him.
"It's fine..." assured Izuku, silencing Mitsuki's protests with a kiss as they floated around in zero gravity. They had been going at it for nearly seven hours straight, but since he had relocated them to dreamscape, they quite literally had months before Bakugo and her husband were set to arrive.
Though she issued a nasally, slightly whiny groan in response to Izuku's actions, Mitsuki didn't try to break free from his kiss. She got the distinct impression he was getting back at her for all the times Bakugo had bullied him in the past, but while she was scared of getting caught in the act, the thrill was even greater. She eventually realized something was amiss after three additional hours had passed, but after smacking Izuku several times and bombarding him with some rather 'colorful' language, Mitsuki enjoyed an unplanned, three-week vacation within the dreamscape...
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"It's good we didn't continue or turn on the camera after returning..." panted Mitsuki, reclining against Izuku in the bath with her eyes closed, basking in the memories of their time together in the dreamscape. She still loved her husband and had no intention of separating from him, but after witnessing Izuku explode stars and crash planets into one another at her behest within the dreamscape, Mitsuki felt like he would be taking an integral part of her with him when he departed...
"Well, unless you were lying about your husband's hobby, this doesn't have to be the last time we do something like this..." replied Izuku, gently kneading Mitsuki's nipples as he massaged her massive and well-shaped tits. He wasn't the type to share his women with others, but since Mitsuki wasn't his, Izuku didn't mind giving her a thorough dicking every now and again, particularly on her birthday.
Trembling, more as a result of Izuku's words than his actions, Mitsuki tilted her head back to offer a cursory argument but was precluded by him cupping her chin, forcing her to turn her face to the side and accept his kiss before he pulled away more than a minute later to state, "Make no mistake. We will be doing this again. It may only be once a year or during special occasions, but I still have a lot of pent-up grievances you need to answer for on your son's behalf..."
Recovering from her momentary stupor, Mitsuki adopted a narrow-eyed smile and retorted, "So much for not holding a grudge..."
Following her words, Mitsuki closed her eyes and rested her head against Izuku's chest, enjoying the feeling of being held in his muscular embrace as she softly and jokingly mused, "But I suppose that's the price I have to pay for letting things get out of hand..."
"That's right..." replied Izuku, relaxing as he caressed Mitsuki's head with his left hand. His words suggested that she had a solid ten years to make up for, but with the convenience afforded by the dreamscape, that could accomplished in fewer than two weeks. Fortunately for her, he didn't want to destroy her marriage with Masaru, so unless the opportunity presented itself, he wouldn't go out of his way to further dominate or subdue her. He might if she came to him and begged, but while he could imagine it, Izuku doubted a few weeks of leisure and intense fucking were enough to sway her to discard everything to be with him. She might consider it every now and again, particularly when she was horny, but the odds of her acting on such an impulse without something fairly major occurring were remote, at best...
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Deciding he would rather not stick around and deal with the exceptional awkwardness that was bound to present itself when Bakugo and Masaru arrived to celebrate Mitsuki's birthday, Izuku spent the remainder of his afternoon pacifying his Danger Sense before returning to the UA campus to meet with Melissa. They had met that morning to wish her father well and a happy birthday, but he promised to check on her once he returned.
Ever since the MWT Phenomenon started affecting Japan, Melissa had, unsurprisingly, been very busy. Once Izuku returned from Peru, however, she planned to sideline most of her non-essential projects to serve as his 'Operator' while he was on patrol, monitoring news, internet, and police radio frequencies to more efficiently direct him to the locations his power and skills were most needed.
During Izuku's encounter with Wamdus, he confirmed one of Nezu's many hypotheses by learning that Experience was a reward granted to them by Telania. In essence, it was her acknowledgment, increasing their personal Authority. But that wasn't the only way to gain Authority. The simplest and most practical way was to accumulate the loyalty and devotion of others. This could be accomplished by simply leaving a favorable impression on a sufficiently large group of people, but if you could persuade them to pray, worship, or make sacrificial offerings in your name or cause, your personal Authority(Experience) would skyrocket.
Armed with this knowledge, which he had shared with Nezu, Izuku came up with the plan of upscaling his Hero work to contend with Toshinori's at his peak. To do that, he 'needed' an Operator, and there were none more suited to the task than Melissa and the expanded Department of Support. The time he had to explore breaches would decrease, but since he would eventually need to contend with All-for-One's reputation as the Symbol of Evil, the more fame he could accumulate before the raid, the better...
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After spending an hour or two at Melissa's lab, translating to around 23 days in the dreamscape, Izuku returned home feeling like he hadn't been there in months. Inko expected this, so she was waiting for him at the door with a smile, welcoming him and happily reciprocating his hug and kiss before they relocated to the living room to converse, make out, and cuddle. The news was playing in the background, but Inko had muted it, allowing Izuku to focus exclusively on her as they temporarily descended into their own little world of love and affection...
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(A/N: For those who are curious, this 'day' for Izuku roughly translated to around 225 days. The entire week, accounting for approximately 167 days on average within the dreamscape(per day), equates to 3.21 years. This is why you have to be careful with Hyperglycemic Lion Chambers (O x O)...)