The sound of the phone hitting the sofa was dry. Yu Takeyama let out a long sigh, one of those that empties the lungs, and ran a hand through her messy hair.
"Done," she said, looking at the ceiling for a second before fixing her gaze on Izuku. "Canceled. Everything."
Izuku was standing by the window, arms crossed, watching the street. He turned when he heard her.
"Everything?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Even the interview with Hero Weekly? You said it was vital for this month's popularity ranking."
"I told them I have a contagious disease. Something exotic." Yu shrugged, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "Quirk Fever or something. My agent was screaming when I hung up. He's probably having an aneurysm right now."
"Probably," Izuku agreed. He moved away from the window and walked to the center of the room. "But isolation is tactical. If we are going to do this, if we are going to test the real limits of your endurance under stress, we can't have distractions."
Yu watched him. Izuku had already pushed the coffee table against the wall and cleared the rug.
"You're very serious, you know that?" Yu got up from the sofa, stretching her arms over her head. The loose t-shirt she was wearing rode up a bit, revealing a strip of pale skin on her abdomen. "I told you I wanted to train, not prepare a bunker."
"Environment preparation is key to efficiency," he replied automatically, bending down to check the stability of one of the sofa legs. "I've calculated the floor resistance variables. We should be fine, but if you activate gigantism by reflex, we could have structural issues with the neighbor downstairs."
Yu let out a short laugh. She walked over to him and tapped his calf with her foot.
"Izuku. Look at me."
He stood up.
"Stop calculating," she ordered him, lowering her voice. "We're not doing judo. I'm not going to throw you against the wall. Well... at least not with that intention."
Izuku stood still. The water bottle he was holding crunched slightly under the pressure of his fingers.
"You said real training," he reminded her. "You said no barriers. No shame. Those were your conditions."
"And I stand by them." Yu took a step toward him, invading his personal space. "But for this type of session, I need the right equipment."
She turned sharply and walked to the cabinet in the hallway. There was a bag there that had been gathering dust since the Great Financial Audit. Izuku narrowed his eyes as he recognized the golden logo.
Yu pulled a black box out of the bag and hugged it to her chest.
"Do you remember this?" she asked with a smile that didn't hide the blush on her neck.
Izuku swallowed.
"I remember the invoice," he said, trying to keep his tone professional. "And I remember you argued that it was essential for your emotional stability in a crisis."
"Exactly." Yu took a step back, toward the dark hallway leading to her bedroom. "And we are in a crisis, aren't we? All For One. The future. My fear that you'll break."
She stopped in the doorway. The light from the living room outlined her silhouette.
"Well, Mr. Consultant... it's time for the asset audit," she said, and her voice trembled just a little. "Let's see if the return on investment justifies the expense. Or if I just threw money away."
Izuku felt the heat rise to his face.
"Yu..."
"Give me twenty minutes," she cut him off. "And get ready. Get in the mindset. Because I won't have mercy on your self-control. You said you wanted to optimize me. Good. Start here."
She turned around and disappeared down the hallway. The click of the door sounded definitive.
Izuku was left alone in the middle of the cleared room. He let out the air in a long exhale.
Twenty minutes, he muttered to himself.
He looked at the empty sofa and the closed door. His heart hammered against his ribs. He ran a hand over his face.
I'm an idiot, he told himself. A lucky idiot.
He sat on the sofa, back straight, hands on his knees. He waited. The clock on the wall marked the time with exasperating slowness. Eighteen minutes. Nineteen. Izuku was drumming his fingers on his knees when the hallway door opened.
"Izuku."
Yu was in the doorway. She was wearing a short, black silk robe, open wide.
Underneath, the black lace lingerie set—the infamous set from the 80,000 yen invoice—fitted her body like a second skin. The contrast with her pale skin was absolute. She was wearing her purple heroine horns.
Izuku stood up abruptly.
"Wow..."
Yu walked toward him barefoot. She stopped a meter away, right at the edge of his personal space. She brought her hands to her own chest, cupping her breasts covered by the delicate lace. She squeezed gently, causing the white flesh to spill over the dark fabric. Her thumbs grazed the centers, hardened and visible through the transparency.
Izuku felt his mouth go dry. His eyes didn't leave her fingers.
"You lied to me," he said, his voice deep. "In the report."
Yu arched an eyebrow, still massaging herself.
"Oh, yeah? Which part, Consultant?"
"You listed this under Public Image," Izuku said, pointing at her. "That is not for the public. That is not for the cameras."
Yu smiled and bit her lower lip.
"No," she admitted in a whisper. "You're right."
She took another half step, closing the distance.
"I bought it because I wanted to see if you could keep that analyst poker face while having me like this," she confessed. "I wanted to see if your brain would shut down. It's for your eyes only, Izuku. Classified."
She took Izuku's hands and placed them firmly on her breasts.
The contact was electric. Izuku felt the rough texture of the lace, the heat of the skin, and the rapid beating of her heart.
"Check the material quality," Yu whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed his cheek. "Is it resistant? Does it offer adequate support?"
Izuku closed his eyes for a second, his fingers curling instinctively, squeezing the softness.
"The support is... insufficient," he murmured. "It requires... manual intervention."
Yu let out a low moan.
"Then intervene," she ordered in his ear. "Take it off. It's in the way."
Izuku opened his eyes, dilated with desire. His hands cupped Yu's breasts firmly. He slid his fingers to the front clasp.
Click.
The bra opened and the cups separated. Izuku removed the garment slowly, letting the straps fall down her arms to the floor.
Yu's chest was free. Pale, immaculate skin, crowned by tender pink areolas that contracted from the air and excitement. Izuku looked at them with absolute fascination.
"Incredible..." he whispered.
Yu arched her back, pushing her chest toward him, and brought her hands to the back of Izuku's neck, tangling her fingers in his green hair.
"Don't just look," she panted. "Taste them."
Izuku leaned in. His hot breath hit her skin an instant before catching a nipple with his mouth.
"Ahhh!"
Yu threw her head back. Her knees gave way and she had to grab onto Izuku's shoulders. He sucked hungrily, using his tongue to play with the hardened texture, while his free hand kneaded her other breast, learning its weight and shape.
"Ngh... that..." Yu stammered. "That feels... too good. Izuku..."
Yu trembled against him, a hot mess in his hands. Finally, she pulled away a little, panting, her eyes bright.
"Wait... wait," she said with a broken voice. "It's not fair."
Her hands went down to Izuku's chest, grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt.
"You have too many clothes on," she complained. "You're overdressed for a training session. Take it off. Now."
"Yes, ma'am."
Izuku took off his t-shirt and pants with clumsy urgency. In seconds, he was left only in his boxers, his erection marking an undeniable tent.
Yu looked down and bit her lip.
"My... Looks like the consultant is enthusiastic about the project."
She remained only in the bottom part of the set, a tiny piece of black lace. She turned around slowly. She looked at Izuku over her shoulder, with a mix of shyness and provocation. She hooked her thumbs into the edges of the garment, right at her hips.
"Look closely, Izuku," she said quietly. "I want you to register every detail."
She lowered the garment slowly. The black fabric slid down her white skin, revealing the curve of her waist and the perfect roundness of her buttocks. The garment fell to her ankles and Yu kicked it away.
She leaned forward, resting her hands on the back of the sofa and arching her back deeply.
"Yu..." Izuku's voice cracked.
The posture was a clear invitation.
"Well?" she asked, hiding her face between her shoulders. "What's the verdict?"
Izuku approached and knelt behind her on the sofa.
"It's... perfect," he said honestly.
Her soft buttocks separated slightly, revealing the immaculate pink of her interior. Yu was red up to her ears.
"Don't just look," she demanded with a muffled voice. "Touch it."
She reached a hand back, searching for Izuku. He took it and she guided it between her legs.
"Here," she moaned.
Izuku slid his fingers where she indicated. The touch was wet and hot. She was incredibly wet, slippery from her own excitement.
"Ohh..." Yu let out a long moan when he caressed the entrance.
"You're soaked," Izuku observed, fascinated, bringing his face close to her hip. "It's beautiful, Yu. Everything is... pink."
"Shut up and touch me!" she shouted, pushing her hips against his hand. "Stop talking about colors!"
Izuku obeyed. He began to play with her lips, separating them gently, rubbing the sensitive little button with a steady rhythm.
"Ah! Ngh! Izuku!" Yu gritted her teeth, her legs trembling.
Izuku felt how her body reacted, but his analytical side gave way to instinct. He activated his Quirk. Just a flash. A spark of green energy traveled from his fingers to her intimacy.
"OHHHH!" Yu screamed, her arms giving way on the back of the sofa. "That's cheating! You used the Quirk!"
"It's efficiency," Izuku growled against the skin of her hip. "Optimization of sensory response."
"You're a damn...!"
Izuku didn't let her finish. He grabbed her by the waist, turned her around, and kissed her hard, devouring her mouth. He pushed her gently until she was sitting on the edge of the sofa, legs open, totally exposed.
Izuku positioned himself between her legs. His erection grazed her wet entrance. Yu looked him in the eyes, her pupils black with desire, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Please..." she pleaded. "Do it."
"I'm going in," he warned with a raspy voice.
He pushed.
The entrance was tight, but the moisture eased the way. The head penetrated, stretching her.
"Ngh!" Yu dug her nails into his bare back. "Ah! It's big!"
Izuku clenched his teeth and pushed again, sinking to the base in a single fluid movement. He entered completely. He filled her.
"AHHHHH!"
Yu's scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure. They stayed still for a second, breathing the same air. Izuku felt her inner walls hugging him, throbbing.
"You're... you're really deep," Yu whispered with watery eyes. "I feel you in my stomach."
Izuku brushed the sweaty hair from her forehead.
"Are you okay?"
"It's perfect," she smiled, trembling. "Move. Please. Don't stop."
Izuku began to move. First slowly, then establishing a rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Yu moaned with every thrust, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
"More!" she asked between gasps. "Harder, Izuku!"
Izuku increased the speed, kissing her neck and her breasts, losing himself in the sensation.
"Use your Quirk!" she demanded, biting his shoulder. "Do it! I want to feel it all!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Make me explode!"
Izuku obeyed. He let the energy flow to the point of connection, transferring power and intensity. Yu screamed, her body arched violently, and her internal muscles contracted around him with spasmodic force.
"IZUKU!"
The orgasm hit her with brutal force. Izuku, feeling those contractions squeezing him, lost control. He growled and let go, emptying himself inside her with strong pulsations.
They stayed hugged, panting and sweaty, collapsed on the messy sofa. Silence returned to the room little by little. Yu had her face hidden in Izuku's shoulder.
"That..." she murmured against his skin. "That definitely counts as overtime."
Izuku let out a tired laugh and kissed the top of her head, right between the horns.
"I'll add it to the invoice," he promised. "Under the concept of Intensive Stress Management."
Yu laughed, vibrating against him.
"You're an idiot."
"I'm your consultant."
"Shut up and kiss me."
And he did.
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