Indecent Seduction

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 Indecent Seduction

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Chapter 3

This was bad, very very bad! You had just been seconds away from taking advantage of your teacher; you would surely be expelled!

As you made a mad dash out of the classroom, you did not look back as you quickly tried to tie the scarf securely around your neck. But just as you rounded the corner, you slammed into another hard body, falling back onto your bottom.

"Woah there, sorry about that! I didn't see you there," a loud and booming voice echoes above you.

Your face pales as your eyes look up to see the tall blond figure of Present Mic standing above you, his sunglasses reflecting off the sun that shone through the windows. You remember you had English with him, but your seat was towards the back and out of his sight. You've heard the stories from your Aunt, about how the flirtatious and charismatic pro-hero was. He could always be heard no matter what room he was in.

"Here let me help you up!" His cheerful voice banters out as he leans down and offers you a hand. But as he peers down closer to you, his face suddenly changes from that of a cool relaxed cat to a stunned and flushed face.

It was then that you realized your scarf had fallen away from your face, exposing your beauty and your quirk to the older man above you.

You could sense his arousal instantly, that pink mist emitting from his in a huge intoxicating cloud. You almost breathed it in, but you only got a small dose. You ignore his hand, knowing if you were to place it in his, you may end up doing something you would regret.

You turn around to your knees, hiding your face away from him. "I'm s-sorry!" You stammered before jumping to your feet; forgetting your bag as you quickly made your way away from the adult male. You managed to sneak a glance back at him, his body was still frozen stiff, his face bright red and his glasses were slightly foggy. You swallow and round the corner quickly, seeking safety in the nearest closet.

Your body was so hot that it was getting harder to control yourself. It was to the point of pain as you clench yourself things tightly together and slide down to the floor. A wave of dizziness made you groan and clutch your head. If you didn't find release now, you would surely grow sick and pass out! Your hand immediately went into your pants, trying to get some sort of relief from the curse of a quirk.

A loud moan wails out from your lips as you work yourself. Why was this your luck!? It was so hard to control yourself, and you felt like you were going to explode any minute!

Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing a pair of shades peering in at you. But your mind was closed with desire and you could only whimper as you touch yourself, your quirk becoming unbearable as you stare up at none other than Present Mic.

It was like the Pro Hero Teacher was in a trance as he watches you. He immediately followed after you, his face bright red and his body squirming with lust. The usually loud and obnoxious man was stunned into silence as he watched the beautifully intoxicating young woman play with herself right in the janitor's closet.

"P-present Mic," you moan seductively, your free hand reaching out to him. "Please...I-I need you."

He was stunned in his place, his hero uniform feeling more uncomfortable each second he watched you. His didn't know who you were, you could have been an evil seductress for all he knew. But his brain was cloudy and his body moved on its own. He slipped into the closet and closed the door, practically ripping off his jacket before throwing his arms around you.

He hikes you up and slams you into the wall, his groin grinding against your underwear under your skirt. "Like, I don't know what's happening man, but I've never wanted another woman ever in my life!"

You didn't care that he was a teacher. You didn't care that this could potentially ruin both of your careers (your future career), all you wanted was release and relief from your throbbing quirk. Mr. Aizawa wasn't here to erase it, and if you didn't have an orgasm soon, you might just explode from the inside out.

You wrap your arms around the tall blond man, winding your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He begins to kiss your neck, his hands undoing his pants.

But right before you could feel his bare cock press against your lady part, his warmth was ripped away from you. You drop to the floor with a loud thump! A wave of relief washes over your body as your quirk was suddenly erased.

Looking up, you see Mr. Aizawa holding an unconscious Present Mic in his scarf; he must have knocked him out while erasing your quirk.

"Miss Kayama, please make yourself decent and go home. Now," he orders in a thunderous tone.

With the relief of your quirk being erased, you redressed yourself and quickly left. Your heart hammered in your ears as and you made sure to pay attention this time as you ran through the hall.

***

Smack!

"What were you thinking?!" Aizawa hisses as he smacks Hizashi awake. They were currently in Aizawa's office, his friend tied to the chair in front of him.

"Huh, what?!" Hizashi yells as he jumps awake, looking around frantically trying to figure out what happened. He was about to indulge in the most beautiful and intoxicating goddess and now he was being slapped awake. Had it only been a dream?. "Not cool man!"

Aizawa glared daggers. "Not cool? Not cool! What's not cool is how I could have you fired instantly for sexually harassing a student."

"A-a student?" He gawks, shaking his head. "There's no way that little vixen was a student!"

Aizawa narrows his eyes. "(Y/N) Kayama, Midnight's niece. She was the one I was talking about." Aizawa sighs as he plops down onto his chair.

Hizashi couldn't believe it. He was seconds away from committing the biggest sin of his life, yet he couldn't help but wish it could have happened. "She's 18 right?"

SMACK!

Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes sore and his mind twisting with a headache. This girl was going to be more difficult than he expected. Now he had to worry about his colleague getting involved. But how could he blame him? He was only a few seconds short of doing the same exact thing.

To indulge in her delicious lips, and grip her luscious hips.

Jesus fucking Christ. Maybe he should just quit his job now, there was no way he was going to be able to train this girl without making a mistake.

"This girl is powerful. I almost lost control myself," He tells Present Mic.

The blond man frowns. "How is it allowed for such a woman to be a student here. If not thinking about the students, then what about us? If you hadn't shown up I'm sure I would have gone all the way."

"You would have," Aizawa snaps. "Not only is she physically appealing, but her quirk makes her irresistible. She can make us do anything she wants. What's worse, is that she's just as much of a victim as we are. So if I were you, I would refrain forever from being alone with her."

For some reason, this stroke a small nerve in the loudmouth pro hero. He kept his thoughts to himself though, he didn't want his friend to get the wrong idea.

"No problem yo, it won't happen again."

Aizawa crossed his arms. He hoped he meant it. And it made his stomach hurt at thinking it was because he was jealous of Hizashi touching his student rather than being concerned for her well-being.