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Izumi closed her eyes as she lay flat on her back. Her bed offered her little comfort as she sank into the old mattress. Her mind focused on the money. It was all her mind ever focused on. Stashed away and safe on the roof. No one knew where it was. Her father didn't know it existed. Little bits and pieces. Tips she'd earned from the clients. Her dad got all the money from each session, but the tips they left or the little bits she swiped from their wallets while they were passed out were scrounged together and hidden. She had a lot, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed enough money that she could get away from him forever. How much money would she need to do that?
"Izumi, wake up. Mr.Mineta is requesting you for something special." Her father's gruff voice pulled her back to hell in an instant. She was up and out of bed immediately, standing in front of the imposing figure of Hisashi Midoriya.
She smiled just like she was supposed to and batted her eyes as she asked. "Really? It's been a while since he called for me. Did he say what he wanted?"
"He's paying double for you to help his son become a man." Hisashi laughed as he scrolled on his phone. "Look at that, Izumi, a guy your own age gets to fuck you tonight."
Izumi's mask stayed firmly in place as she chuckled. "Aw, but they don't know what they're doing. Oh well, if it's Mr. Mineta's request, who am I to say no?"
Izumi tensed as she realized her mistake just as her father's hand grabbed her jaw. It creaked under his grip as he stared down at her. "You don't get to say no. You stupid whore."
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy." Izumi whimpered as she kept her hands by her sides. Anything he saw as fighting back would just make it worse. "I-I don't mean to-"
Hisashi released her and shoved her onto her bed. "Get ready and go to his place, you useless bitch. He's paying good money for you to teach his son a thing or two, so do your fucking job."
Izumi shuddered as her door slammed shut. She waited only a moment for her heart to settle and her jaw to stop pulsing in pain. After getting dressed in a deep purple skirt and a tight-fitting black top, Izumi slipped from her apartment silently and made her way toward the address on her phone. She hadn't gone to this man a lot, but he was always so cocky and talked about himself too much. She hated that kind of customer. They always sucked at sex and never left their wallets somewhere she could reach.
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After a short train ride, Izumi stood in front of a modern two-story house. It screamed middle class, but trying to pretend they were rich.
Izumi smiled as she buzzed the doorbell and spoke. "It's Izumi."
After a moment, the door opened, revealing a tall man in a dark suit with slicked-back purple hair. "You're looking just as fuckable as always, Izumi."
Izumi laughed as she pushed her shoulders back a little more, letting her chest push out. "And you look as handsome as ever, Mr.Mineta."
Mr.Mineta smiled like a sleazy business villain from a child's cartoon as he stepped aside. "Get that tight ass inside. I need it to help out my useless son."
"I'll do my best to make him a man worthy of your name," Izumi said as she stepped in, and her body tensed as the man groped her ass.
"I doubt one night will be enough to do that, but hey, if he isn't a total failure, maybe I'll have you come by a few more times to really hammer home the lessons."
Izumi leaned into his touch as her body prickled with a swarm of emotions. "Oh, I hope it won't just be for your son, sir. You need to have some fun too."
Mr.Mineta laughed as he continued to treat her ass like a stress ball. "Maybe I'll take you up on that. I doubt you'll be satisfied after you're done with him. I'll be sure to pay, of course."
"You're so kind, sir," Izumi said as she leaned against him and tried not to gag on the smell of his cologne. She hoped his son wouldn't be so totally inept that she couldn't realistically claim he'd done well. Who was she kidding? This man had never done anything close to satisfying her. There was no way his probably equally douchy son would be able to do it either.
"Minoru is in the room at the end of the hall. He knows you're coming." Izumi was thankful that after one more overly firm squeeze, her butt was finally freed from his grip.
"I'll do my best." Izumi chirped as she swayed her hips and made her way to the room. After knocking and hearing the boy's shaky voice, Izumi started to wonder what she was about to walk into.
After closing the door, she started to question if she had been lied to. The boy sitting on his bed was small, or rather, he was short. He looked like he could almost be four feet tall, and his hair was a bunch of large purple balls.
"H-hello." The boy muttered his voice clearly, barely holding it together. He looked equal parts terrified and horny.
Izumi smiled easily. It had been second nature to her for years. Whether they were boys or men, they always liked it when she smiled. "Hi, I'm Izumi. It's nice to meet you. Your father said he wanted me to help you learn a thing or two. I look forward to teaching you."
"Y-yeah... I’m um Minoru.” The boy said, his eyes ogling her body. She noted that he mostly focused on her chest. She'd need to try to get him to understand how to treat boobs. She always hated it when her customers handled them like they were trying to pop balloons.
"You look nervous," Izuim said as she sat next to him and let her hand pull her skirt up slightly, showing more of her thigh, which he locked onto immediately. "I get it, you know. First time and all that, but I promise it'll feel good. I know what I'm doing, and after tonight, you'll know what you're doing. Though don't be afraid to ask your dad to call on me again if you need a refresher."
“Y-yeah...” Minoru muttered as he gulped, and Izumi wondered if he'd really be able to do this. The horny look in his eyes was getting overtaken, though it seemed to still be going strong in his pants.
Izumi moved her hand to his leg, startling him. "It's ok, Minoru. We'll take it nice and slow. You don't even need to take your clothes off yet. Just breathe and enjoy yourself."
Minoru nodded, but his body lost none of its tension as her hand moved toward his crotch. He watched it inch closer and closer, sliding up his thigh, and just as her fingers began to brush against his straining boner, his willpower broke. His hand moved down quicker than he meant to, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his crotch.
Izumi flinched and nearly tried to rip her hand away from him, but stopped as she saw the look in his eyes. He was on the edge of tears as he stuttered and sputtered for his words. After a moment of trying and failing to speak, Minoru took a deep shuddering breath and said. "I-I can't do this. It isn't right... paying some girl for sex like this. A-and you're my age."
Minoru's shoulders shook as he continued to speak. "I-I mean, I've read plenty of stuff and watched porn like that, but... something about it being real. I-It feels wrong."
His voice sounded so small as he seemed to shrink in on himself. "I can't do this."
Izumi stared, utterly shocked and confused, as her hand slipped from his. The boy next to her didn't want to have sex with her because he thought it was wrong. He had a free pass to fuck a pretty girl however he wanted, yet he nearly broke down into tears because it not being fictitious didn't sit right with him?
"I- what?" Izumi whispered, unsure of how to process this. She'd been used in so many ways and had heard men constantly going on about how immoral it was to fuck a girl as young as her and how they knew they should feel bad, and yet it never stopped them. Most seemed to just get hornier, especially when she played into it and pretended to be so much more innocent than she was.
"I want- want to be a hero." Minoru choked out as he scooted to the side, putting a little bit of distance between them. "And this- this thing my dad arranged feels wrong."
An unfamiliar feeling washed over Izumi as she let her body relax. He wasn't going to do anything? Was he trying to trick her somehow? Or was it some kind of roleplay he just started? His knowledge was limited to porn, so she wouldn't put it past him if he didn't think to actually inform her. Not that a lot of clients knew how to do that, even if they were grown men.
"Ok... I guess we don't have to do this." Izumi said as she chewed her lip a moment before adding. "But you're gonna need to lie to your dad."
Minoru looked up at her, his face full of uncertainty. Izumi sighed and looked away as she said. "He paid me to spend the night and sleep with you. If you go out and say you couldn't do it or whatever, then I don't get paid, and if I go home without money, then I get in a lot of trouble."
"I-I can lie to him," Minoru said as his hand balled into a fist. "I can tell him you taught me a lot and thank him. I lie to him all the time."
"Promise?" Izumi whispered. "You have to swear because if I get in trouble for this..."
"Pinkie promise," Minoru said, holding his pinkie out.
Izumi stared at the finger a moment before sighing and linking her pinkie to his. "Thank you, Minoru."
The two young teens lapsed into silence before Minoru spoke up. "How long do you need to stay here?"
"A couple of hours," Izumi said as she scooted back on the bed and rested her back against the wall. "I can say I took things slow and taught you a lot... I should probably tell you some stuff."
Minoru nodded and scooted back as Izumi racked her brain on how to explain sex to this guy without actually just doing it. She was gonna have a headache by the end of the night; she could just tell.
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After making sure Minoru could believably say he had sex and answer some basic questions, Izumi made sure they had their story straight about the series of events. Silence consumed them yet again as Izumi stared at the alarm clock in his room. They had killed an hour, but she wanted to wait longer, and so she asked. "You want to be a hero?"
“Y-yeah...” Minoru said, startled by her sudden words. "You probably think it's ridiculous given my height."
"I'm a prostitute, I don't really get to say or think anything," Izumi muttered before speaking more clearly. "Aren't there heroes of like every build and height? I'm sure there are plenty smaller than you."
"Hehe, probably," Minoru said weakly.
"Tell me about your favorites," Izumi instructed as she looked around the room, noting the female hero posters. She could guess who his favorites were.
True to her suspicion, Minoru opened up about several female heroes he was a huge fan of, and some of that pervy, horny energy made its way back into his eyes. Izumi shivered as she got the distinct impression he could become quite the creep in his twenties.
The thought vanished, though, as his look shifted from horny to a little nervous. "There is one hero I don't really talk about, but they were what inspired me."
"Oh? How hot is she?" Izumi asked as she stared at the Midnight pin-up across from her.
"His name was Tripwire." The words surprised Izumi, who looked at Minoru, who was smiling a little as he continued to speak. "He retired a couple of years ago, so I only really learned about him as his career ended. He wasn't huge or well-known, and he was thin as a twig, but the guy was amazing at using his quirk to set traps and capture criminals. He was an inspiration to me. After learning about him, I really felt like my quirk could be used to catch bad guys."
Izumi smiled a little, seeing the sincerity and joy on his face. "That's pretty cool... I think we've been here long enough. I'm gonna go talk to your dad and hopefully go home."
"R-right... Um, thanks, I guess. For you know, being ok with not having sex and everything tonight." Minoru said as he failed to look at her.
"You too, Minoru," Izumi said as she leaned over, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before standing up. Minoru looked up at her and felt a chill run down his spine at the lifelessness in her eyes. "Good luck with being a hero. I hope you save a lot of people."
The words stuck in his throat. A promise or perhaps just a desire to help. She looked like she needed to be saved, but what could he do? He was a stupid kid with a shitty dad. The door closed, and his opportunity was gone. Minoru shook as disgust welled up in his chest. "Stupid fucking... What can you do? Besides, be pathetic."