The one conducting today's Hero Basic Training class was TKL. This stood for Training Kitchen Land and had absolutely nothing to do with a certain dream-themed kingdom, so please don't get the wrong idea.
U.A. had several training facilities with names that seemed to skirt some kind of legal rights issue, like this one and USJ (the Unforeseen Simulation Joint), but for some reason, they were permitted.
"Fuuuuck, I'm wiped..."
"No shit, but damn, 'Training Kitchen Land' lives up to its name. The sheer volume of facilities was insane."
"I'm not even sure we can use 'em all before we graduate..."
On the way back to the dormitories, the students walked while chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't a distance that required a bus, but U.A.'s campus was so fucking vast that it took a surprisingly long time on foot.
"Speaking of which, Midoriya, haven't you gotten even bigger, man?"
"Kirishima! Yeah, I upped my training intensity recently!"
"...If you want, I could tell you about some recommended protein supplements?"
"Seriously!? Thank you!"
"What's what? If it's about muscles, count me in!"
From there, it descended into an endless, passionate debate about musculature.
Midoriya listened intently as Kirishima and Tetsutetsu shared training methods and types of protein supplements. Even for those without enhancement-type Quirks, building a top-tier pro-hero physique was crucial.
For the sake of his own future, this time spent boosting his fundamental physical abilities was necessary.
"Well, well! If it isn't everyone from Class A!"
Midoriya looked up to see a figure approaching them at a run, his voice booming with its usual excessive energy.
"What's this, what's this!? Are you all already tired out!? While I, the famed MVP of the final battle, am not the least bit, not one iota, fatigued!?"
"Your legs are fucking shaking, you dumbass!? What the hell is wrong with your mental wiring!?"
"Guh!!..."
"Sorry about him. This idiot hasn't changed one bit since then."
And just like clockwork, Kendo silenced the ever-provocative Monoma with a sharp fist to the head and began dragging his limp form away.
This scene, almost a form of brutal art, drove home the feeling that normal life had truly returned.
"Ah, Midoriya. Got a minute later? We need to move some stuff from the storage room, but all the guys in Class B are busy..."
"It would be... regrettable... if you couldn't help us."
"Sure, I'll help you if you want."
"Awesome, thanks! We'll catch you later, then!"
Midoriya had been stopped by Tokage and Yanagi, and it seemed he was being recruited for manual labor.
After the encounter with Kendo's group, he'd braced himself for a moment, but it appeared his worry was for nothing.
Izuku felt relieved, yet... a tiny, inexplicable pang of disappointment? 'No, what the hell was I thinking?'
"...Hey, Midoriya."
"Eep! Wh-what is it, Mineta-kun?"
"Why the fuck are you the one the girls are asking for help!?!?"
"W-well, what am I supposed to say to that!?"
"If they need help, why not ask me!? It's not like I'm weak! And if I'm helping carry stuff, I might just happen to get a glimpse up a girl's skirt while we're going up the stairs, right!? Right!?"
"That's exactly why we're not asking you, you little pervert."
Mineta glared at him, streams of bloody tears of envy flowing from his eyes. Sero, ever the sharpshooter, shot him down with his usual sharp retort.
Watching them, Midoriya started to think that if these two ever formed a comedy hero duo, they'd be a smash hit.
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"Whew~! You really saved us, Midoriya."
"Thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
After carrying the luggage from the storage room to the infirmary, he accepted the two girls' thanks.
There were moments when the girls, walking ahead of him with what seemed like deliberate sway, showcased the enticing swing of their hips.
Relieved that it had genuinely been just about helping, Izuku was about to bid them farewell and leave.
"Ah, wait a second."
"Midoriya. Could you close your eyes for a moment?"
"O-okay, sure..."
Not quite understanding, he complied with their request and closed his eyes. After a faint rustling sound of fabric, something warm was draped over his head.
"Okay, come this way... You can sit down here."
Blindly, Midoriya was led by the hand and guided somewhere. He passed through what felt like a doorway and sat down as instructed.
"...Is this place?"
"You figured it out already? You're pretty sharp."
"If you've realized, then there's only one thing left to do, right?"
The soft fabric and the weight of a body sinking down, accompanied by the creak of springs. Without a doubt, this was one of the infirmary beds. He had vaguely guessed as much, since he'd only taken a few steps.
"This isn't so bad, is it?"
"...I can't see anything, so I can't really say."
"Ah, that's right. You can open your eyes now."
"...?"
Given permission, he slowly opened his eyes, but the cloth draped over his head obstructed his view. The material was thin enough to vaguely see through, allowing him to discern that they were still in their hero costumes.
However, this very fact made the sensation of breasts pressing against him from both sides all the more vivid, causing his cock to swiftly stir and harden.
"I can tell your cock's getting bigger even through your clothes~!!!"
"How exciting..."
"Time for the grand reveal... Whoa! It's huuge!"
"Sigh~ And... the musky scent of a man mixed with post-training sweat is so arousing."
"We could jump right into sex... but since they say you're insatiable, Midoriya, why don't we start by making you cum with this?"
"Gh!"
A slick, wet sensation enveloped his exposed cock. He realized that Setsuna Tokage was holding something in her hand, and that was the source of this unique feeling.
With a series of wet, squelching sounds, she continued stroking his cock with the onahole.
The intense vacuum seal of the non-through-hole type was overwhelming, and the device, warmed beyond human body temperature, featured intricate folds all over its interior that caught on his glans, making it feel incredibly high-quality.
"I-I'm coming!"
"Whoa, you're really shooting a lot~!!"
"Nggh!... This ona-hole... It's amazing..."
Midoriya ejaculated inside the warm onahole. It felt so good that it was hard to believe it was an inorganic, artificial hole.
Though he was embarrassed to ask, he couldn't shake the desire to know where it was sold.
"An onahole, huh? How cruel, Midoriya-kun~!!!"
"...?"
"It was my pussy!!"
"Nggh!?!?"
SPlurt Splurrrt Spurrrt!!!!!
"Kyaaa! Midoriya, your cock is pumping way too much semen the moment it found out it's a real pussy~!!!"
As the fabric was slightly shifted by Yanagi's hand, allowing him to see with one eye, he saw Tokage standing there, holding the pussy that had evidently been cut out from the gaping hole now present between her legs.
Her tight purple hero costume boldly accentuated the lines of her healthy physique. The moment he understood the fact that his cock was not in an onahole but inside a real pussy, his balls desperately worked overtime, pumping a thick, gushing flow of semen inside.
"Guess there's no helping it... I was thinking of cutting it off and throwing it away, but I'll make it sex instead of just masturbation for you. "
Tokage's pussy-ona-hole, now plump and swollen from gulping down his semen. Using her Quirk, which allowed her to freely detach and reattach body parts, she pressed it back against the place from which it originated, reattaching it.
"Ngh!! The semen packed inside my pussy is flowing into my womb!! Hmm~!!"
"I'm next…"
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