A few days after Aizawa sensei's test, I started flying outside UA. This time careful enough not to get noticed as I floated down, hiding behind a tree.
I couldn't sit still, Shigaraki made that clear enough. From what I knew, the pro heroes working at UA held access cards that let them through the UA barrier. That's what he wanted right?
I groaned. "You've got to be kidding me with this," I muttered to myself, my finger hovering over the panel. With a tap, I pressed the equip button on the wardrobe page, selecting the "Dirty Cop" outfit.
[The wardrobe feature! Look back to chapter 1 for when our little slut unlocked this feature.]
["Dirty Cop" outfit equipped.]
I looked down. A tiny blue button-up shirt and a tiny black pencil skirt hugged my hips. The skirt was so short that my massive fleshy asscheeks were spilling out the bottom, the thick wobbly booty barely contained by the strained fabric. I tugged down on the hem. Thankfully, the outfit came with a black face mask, which I quickly pulled up over my nose to hide my identity.
I strutted up to the parked car, this stupid skirt riding up even higher with every step. I knocked on the glass. The window rolled down, pro hero, Present Mic.
"Hey there, officer! What's the hold up? I'm just cruising, listener!" Mic said, I've always hated his voice. Never was a fan.
I cleared my throat, trying to make my voice sound deeper. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going, sir?"
Present Mic lowered his glasses as he squinted at me. "What? Speeding? No way, man! I don't break the laws, I watch out for them!"
"I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle, sir," I said, crossing my arms.
He groaned, throwing his hands up. "Oh, give me a break! Fine, fine, I'm stepping out!" The hero swung his door open and stood up on the street. "I'm telling you, I haven't done nothing!"
"Thank you for your cooperation," I mumbled. "Wait right here. I need to inspect the vehicle."
I didn't wait for his reply. I went into the open driver's side door, bending over to dig through the compartments. As I bent forward, the tight pencil skirt hiked up, throwing my massive, jiggly ass into the air. My huge mounds of flesh were exposed as it felt kinda breezy, my cheeks spreading slightly.
Behind me, I could hear Present Mic gulp.
"Just... just standard procedure, huh?" Mic's voice cracked. "Take... take your time, officer."
"Mhm. Standard procedure," I replied, popping open the glovebox. Come on, come on... he has to have it. I rummaged through the loose papers and old CDs until I found a wallet. I opened it, flipping through until I saw a UA faculty access card. Bingo.
I slipped the card into my pocket, pretending to sigh in disappointment. "Alright, looks clean," I said.
I pulled myself out of the car, standing back up and turning around. I looked down and stared at the massive, straining bulge pitching a tent in Present Mic's pants.
[Don't act surprised after shaking your ass like that!]
"L- looks like everything is in order," I told the pro hero, waving him off. "You're free to go, sir. Keep it under the limit."
"Y-Yeah! You got it! Staying safe out there, listener!" Mic said, stepping back into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut. He sped off down the street.
He didn't recognize me, right? I had the mask on. It's going to be so awkward sitting in his class again.
I opened a messaging app and pulled up Shigaraki's number. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a second before I started typing.
I have a way for you to get through UA's barrier.