Action in the Sewer.

Midoriya Izuku slowly came to, opening his eyes after a brief unconsciousness. He blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze from his vision and piece together what had happened. His body felt battered, with muscles screaming in protest and lungs burning from the exertion. A harsh cough wracked his chest, leaving him gasping for air as he spat up a glob of slime onto his school uniform.

The uniform was a mess, stained with dark slime streaks. Several globs of sticky goo clung to the fabric, making it heavy and unwieldy.

As his vision cleared, Izuku took stock of his surroundings. They were still in the sewer, the musty smell of damp earth and mold hanging heavy in the air. The only sound was the gentle trickle of water somewhere in the distance.

He glanced around, trying to get his bearings.

He spotted their adversary sprawled out on the opposite walkway. She lay motionless, her chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. Her clothes were nowhere to be seen, leaving her bare to the cold, clammy air.

The soft swell of her hips gave way to a firm, round ass, perfectly proportioned and inviting. Her breasts were medium-sized but perfectly round. Her hair itself was a tangle of bright green locks made of slime, each strand coated in a sticky film that glistened in the faint light.

As Izuku’s eyes further scanned the Room, he saw her.

For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. Standing there — framed by the dim light of the tunnel exit — was a figure he had admired for as long as he could remember. The person whose posters covered his bedroom wall, whose every public appearance he had studied, whose very name gave him courage when he had none.

It was her

He found himself staring up at the imposing figure of Nana Shimura, the hero known as the Symbol of Peace Arise.

She stood tall in her iconic hero costume that left little to the imagination.

A white cape waved behind her, and her yellow gloves gleamed in the dim light of the sewer. But it was her tight-fitting black skinsuit that truly caught the eye. The material hugged her curves with precision, supporting every swell and dip of her athletic build. Specifically, the way it molded to her firm ass and round but large breasts was nothing short of stunning. Despite her imposing stature, there was no denying the soft, feminine curves that made up her body.

No matter how far he had idolized her, he could never have imagined her seeing him for the first time in a sewer after being attacked by a Villainess.

But he was caught completely off guard — because what he was seeing now wasn’t just her standing there as a hero, like in his fantasies.

No… it was something he’d often pictured in his dream where she wasn’t the unreachable symbol of peace.

Nana Shimura gazed down at Izuku with a flush spreading across her cheeks. One hand absently kneaded one of those massive breasts, the motion almost involuntary as if driven by some deep-seated urge.

Meanwhile, her other hand had drifted downward, traveling along the curves of her body. Showing her special place between her legs, Izuku could see just a hint of the wetness that had gathered there. A small, dark patch marred the otherwise pristine suit.

He felt his cock stir to life within the confines of his pants as he watched his favorite heroine masturbating before him.
But even now, some small part of Izuku's mind remained stubbornly logical. This was wrong; she was a hero, he was just an ordinary student.

Why was she doing this?

A thousand questions began to circle in Izuku's Mind, ranging from a thousand topics and thoughts, as all he could say was just.

"What...."

Meanwhile, Nana continued to look at the newly awakened boy, her horniness only beginning to increase, making every sensation and need of hers even stronger.

She knew that something weird was happening to her Body. She needs to get the purse back for the lady and also catch the slime villainess.
But still her Mind could only focus on him.

In her imagination, he seized her, slamming her against the cold, damp wall of the sewer. He tore away her flimsy hero costume, exposing her vagiana nd asshole areas to the cool air. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath upon her neck as he leaned in close, his large, throbbing member pressing insistently against her thigh.

In her fantasy, she pictured him parting her legs, his thick cock driving deep into her sopping wet pussy. He plunged into her again and again, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her core. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he ravaged her, his pelvis smacking against hers with a lewd, wet sound.

Feeling her needs getting too strong, Nana was pulled back from her imagination, as her hazel eyes locked with his deep green and pupilless eyes.

As the thoughts swirled in her mind, she caught herself uttering words she couldn't quite verbalize. Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper, as she struggled to articulate her deepest longings. “I...I can't hold on...any longer,” she stammered, the words spilling out of her mouth like tears.

She looked down, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and embarrassment. Her body seemed to be betraying her, responding to the very desires she tried to suppress. She felt her lips parting, her breath catching in her throat as she succumbed to the impossible urge that threatened to consume her, as she began to lower herself to her knees to the green-haired prince.

Meanwhile, Midoriya Izuku was still frozen in shock, his mind scrambling to catch up with reality.

Why… why was she here?

Is this her? The real deal? Not some look-alike or quirk clone?

"What’s wrong with her? Her cheeks were flushed, her posture slightly off… Did some villain attack her?"

The world felt tilted, unreal — like he’d stumbled into the middle of someone else’s story, and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be the hero or just a bystander.

He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock straining against the confines of his uniform, creating an unmistakable bulge that demanded attention. It was as if his body was betraying his pure thoughts by responding to some primal instinct.

As he watched, transfixed by the sight of her, his mind began to wander down a path he had never dared to tread.
Images of his favorite hero, the very one he had idolized for so long, started to flash through his thoughts.

In his mind's eye, she stood before him, smiling at him with a horny smile as she would bite on her lower lip. With each passing second, she removed the last of her clothing, unveiling a figure that defied all expectations.

His eyes traveled over her curves, tracing the swell of her firm ass, her large breast that seemed to defy gravity, and, of course, her fit and muscular Body. For him, she was a goddess made flesh.
Midoriya felt his heart race. His cock strained against his pants, the fabric dampening with each passing moment. He couldn't deny the lust that raced through his veins.

He imagines her dominating his Body along his Mind. She knelt before him, fingers hooking into his waistband to peel away his pants. Her movements were practiced as his freed cock bobbed against his stomach, already slick with pre-cum.

Her eyes held him captive, dark and commanding as she took his shaft into her hands. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice a husky purr that vibrated through his bones. She enveloped him with her breasts. The soft weight engulfed his length, the friction sending jolts of pleasure. She moved slowly at first, teasing him.

“F-Fuck…” he groaned under his breath, the word slipping out before he could stop himself.

He could feel the heat rushing up his neck, flooding his cheeks until it felt like his face was on fire, as he struggled to process what was happening.

Midoriya Izuku's mind struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions within him. A part of him recoiled at the thought of his cherished hero being in such a State. He knew the reason she was now masturbating along him was because of some unknown Quir.. And yet, another part of him accepted that truth. Only wanting to make so many Dreams of him a reality.

And that part was growing stronger.

His imagination, however, was stopped by something he didn't think was possible, which was now happening.

He could see his favorite Hero lowering herself onto her knees. Her body leaned forward, casting a shadow over him, her face tinged with a warm blush. Those deep hazel eyes locked onto his, unblinking, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world had gone silent.

A few strands of her jet-black hair slipped loose, swaying gently as they framed her flushed features, the rest falling to her lower neck.

"Y-You're… quite a beautiful young man," she said, her voice low and warm, each word almost lingering in the air. She had the same flushed expression he wore—half surprise, half something he couldn’t quite place—and it only made his heart pound harder.

Izuku’s breath hitched. He didn’t know if his face could get any hotter without spontaneously combusting.

“Shimu—Shimura… I mean, Arise… are you… rea–really…?” he stammered, his words tripping over each other like his brain and mouth were in two different time zones.

But his thoughts and imagination were all washed away when he saw what the real Shimura Nana is doing right now.

Midoriya Izuku's eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at Shimura Nana standing before him, her hands deftly unfastening his pants. The soft fabric fell away, revealing his naked private parts to her.

His mouth hung open in disbelief as he stared at Shimura Nana, his mind struggling to process the surreal scene unfolding before him. His favorite hero now stood before him with an unmistakable look of desire in her eyes.

For his exposed manhood.

His cock, now fully erect, stood at attention, measuring around 20 centimeters in length and accompanied by a pair of full testicles that had the size of a smaller version of a tennis ball.

“I-I'm a- a-a ..... Ar -Ari-ise!” Midoriya Izuku stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

As he looked into Shimura Nana's eyes, he saw a hunger. Her lips parted slightly as she bit down gently on her lower lip, her gaze fixed on his cock.

The sensation of her hand wrapped around his shaft was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was warm, firm, and yet gentle, as if she were trying to savor every inch of him. His breath caught in his throat as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.

As Shimura Nana's hand continued to stroke his cock, the sensation was almost overwhelming. The smooth latex of her yellow handglovecombined with its texture, created a friction that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

The air between them seemed to hum as Shimura Nana continued her ministrations, her fingers gliding along Midoriya Izuku's length with practiced ease. Each stroke sent ripples of pleasure, leaving him breathless and trembling beneath her touch.

Her grip tightened slightly, the latex of her handglove providing an extra layer of stimulation as she explored every inch of him. She moved slowly at first, savoring each moment as she watched his reactions unfold—his gasps, his shudders, the way his body arched into her touch.

With each passing second, the pleasure became more intense, more consuming. Izuku could feel himself teetering on the edge, his mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. The thought of having sex with his hero's hands sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over him, threatening to drown out everything else.

She continued to pleasure him for several seconds before Midoriya that the feeling of her Hands around his member began to slowly weaken. But before he could process the change, a new sensation flooded his senses—wet, warm, and unbearably intimate.

Shimura Nana leaned down, her raven hair cascading around his hips as she took one of his testicles into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, tracing every ridge with meticulous care. The contrast between her gloved hand and the wet heat of her mouth sent jolts of pleasure-pain through him. And throughout it all, her eyes never left his, locking him in place as she worked him over with a dominant hunger.

Her head bobbed slowly, her mouth enveloping one of Izuku's swollen testes as she suckled him with deep, long pulls. Her tongue swirled around his ball, tracing its contours with slow, deliberate strokes. She savored the weight of him in her mouth, relishing each shudder and gasp that escaped his lips. Her hands cradled his sac gently, massaging his other testicle with a feather-light touch.

“Mmmm...” she hummed, the vibrations adding an extra layer of sensation to his already overwhelmed senses. Her lips sealed tight around him, creating a vacuum that threatened to pull him deeper into her throat. Each suckle drew more blood to his groin, his cock throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat.

She alternated between his balls, lavishing them with her undivided attention. One moment her mouth was hot and slick, the next her fingers were stroking and caressing, setting every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. Midoriya could feel himself being pulled taut, his climax building at the base of his spine.

She suckled gently at first, then with increasing pressure until she released him with a soft pop. His testicles glistened with her saliva, cool air hitting the damp skin.

"His cock is so big" she thought as he began to lick his Penis. Her tongue danced along the length of his shaft, tracing each vein and contour with a precision that left him gasping. The sensation was almost overwhelming, his body trembling as he struggled to maintain control.

“And so hard...” she breathed, her voice husky with desire as she reached the tip of his penis. Her eyes locked onto his, holding him captive as she explored every inch of him. “I've never seen anything like this before.” Each word dripped with a mixture of admiration and lust, leaving Midoriya feeling as if he were under some sort of spell.

Midoriya couldn't speak.

No

She wouldn't.

But she would.

As Shimura Nana's lips met his glans, she gave his dick a light kiss, which made Midoriya let out a choked moan, his hips jerking involuntarily. Feeling his Penis being pressed against her mouth, she began to open it, letting his shaft slowly enter her.

The sensation of her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear. His hands clenched the ground beneath him, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.

With each pull of her lips, she dragged her hand along his shaft, the faint scent of her shampoo mingling with the musky aroma of his arousal. It was intoxicating, the combination of her touch and the way she took him into her mouth.

“Mmm... such a wonderful cock,” she murmured against his skin, her hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft. Her fingers flexed, stroking him in time with her suckling. “I can't wait,” she thought while her other hand began to travel back to her pussy.

Midoriya couldn't answer, only holding onto her for dear life as she worked him over with expert precision. His world had narrowed down to this moment—the taste of her lips, the wet heat of her mouth, the steady rhythm of her strokes. There was no room for anything else, not even a scrap of doubt.

With each gentle tug, she drew him deeper into her throat, the sound of her gagging growing louder as she struggled to accommodate his size.
Her hand stilled at the base of his shaft, her fingers curled around it with a possessive grip.

Midoriya's world narrowed to this single point—his cock, deep within her throat, surrounded by the soft cushions of her mouth. He could feel the vibrations of her suckling, the movement of her lips as she worked him into submission. His own body seemed to surrender, melting beneath her touch as he let out a ragged gasp.

As Shimura Nana's mouth descended further along Midoriya Izuku's shaft, he felt a surge of panic rise within him. The sensation of her lips brushing against his pubic hair sent shivers down his spine, the realization of just how deep she had taken him hitting home.

With a muffled groan, Nana pulled back her hands to massage his balls. Her throat constricted around him as she swallowed, fighting against her gag reflex with every inch. The wet heat engulfing him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, leaving him gasping for air.

Nana looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes shining with a mix of determination and desire. She held his gaze as she began to bob her head up and down, each movement making her get more and more of his cock inside of his mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the veins and ridges with a skilled touch.

The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure cresting over him in waves as she worked him into a frenzy. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of her.

"god," she thought as she began to deep throat him, her Head going up and down the entire length of his dick, as if she was an addict for him," just sucking his cock is making me want to come."

Midoriya Izuku stared in disbelief as Shimura Nana's head bobbed up and down the full length of his cock. Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her throat working overtime to accommodate him. He could hear the wet, gulping sounds she made as she **** herself to take him deeper, her gag reflex fighting valiantly against the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair without thinking. The strands slipped through his fingers like silk, the sensation grounding him even as his mind reeled. “Arise...”

She responded with a muffled moan, the vibrations traveling up his shaft and setting his nerves alight. Her eyes, glazed with lust, flicked up to meet his for a brief moment before she redoubled her efforts, her nose burying itself in his pubic hair.

As Shimura Nana's mouth descended further down his shaft, Midoriya felt his entire world tilt on its axis. The sensation of her throat constricting around him, the feeling of her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to create a symphony of pleasure - it was almost too much to bear.

He was lost in the depths of her throat, his consciousness narrowing to the simple act of being consumed. His body reacted instinctively, his muscles tensing beneath her touch as she worked him into a frenzy.

The sensation of Shimura Nana's mouth enveloping his entire length was unlike anything Midoriya Izuku had ever experienced. His mind struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation.
His first time with his favorite hero, and she was taking him deeper than he ever thought possible.

“Arise,” he moaned, his voice strained with desperation as he placed his HAnd on top of her Hand. His fingers dug into her hair, urging her on even as his body trembled with the effort of holding back his impending orgasm.

Nana's response was immediate, her movements becoming more frantic as she redoubled her efforts. Her throat constricted around him, the wet heat engulfing him in a cocoon of pure pleasure. He could feel the vibrations of her moans, the way her body shuddered beneath his touch.

Shimura Nana moved with renewed fervor, her head bobbing up and down Izuku's shaft at an alarming pace. The slick sounds of her mouth working over him filled the air, mingling with the ragged gasps escaping her lips and the wet, obscene noises coming from between her legs.

One hand was massaging his balls with practiced precision. The other was buried beneath her skirt, her fingers moving in frantic circles against her swollen clit.

“Mmmph!” she moaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through Izuku's entire body. Her eyes rolled back slightly, lost in the haze of her arousal as she continued to massage his balls with practiced precision.

Izuku's head fell back, his grip on her hair tightening as he fought to maintain control. “I'm so close...”

Her response was immediate, her suction intensifying as she took him all the way to the root, her nose pressing into his pubic bone.

The moment Midoriya Izuku felt Shimura Nana's throat constrict around him, he knew there was no turning back. His entire body tensed, his fingers twisting in her hair as he held her in place, burying himself as deep as he could go.

With a guttural groan, he erupted, his hot seed spilling directly into her stomach. His hips bucked wildly, forcing more of himself into her welcoming depths as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

Nana didn't pull away, instead choosing to milk every last drop from him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she swallowed eagerly. Her own orgasm hit moments later, her body convulsing beneath him as she rode out the intense waves of ecstasy.

Shimura Nana continued to swallow, her throat working overtime to accommodate the copious amounts of semen Midoriya had unleashed. Each gulp sent a jolt of pleasure through his system; the sight of her taking him so completely was driving him wild.

Finally, with one last suckle, she pulled off his cock, letting it fall heavily against his thigh. She looked up at him, her eyes dark and satisfied, her lips swollen and glistening.

She opened her mouth to show him the remnants of his release resting on her tongue. Slowly, deliberately, she closed her mouth and swallowed, a low moan escaping her lips as she savored the taste.

Midoriya Izuku stared at her in awe, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The reality of what had just happened was slowly sinking in, and with it came a wave of emotions - gratitude, desire, and something deeper he couldn't quite name.

The room began to fall silent, save for the ragged breaths of both Midoriya Izuku and Shimura Nana as they slowly came down from the heights of their shared pleasure. Midoriya lay there, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, as he watched Shimura pant heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Her chest rose and fell with a slow, languid breath, her skin flushed from their exertions. A hint of a smile played on her lips as she gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

Without a word, she rolled onto her back, her hands slipping beneath her waistband to release the tight lacing of her costume. Her fingers danced across the fabric, working the buckles loose with a fluid ease that belied the exhaustion etched on her face.

But she could not remove her costume, still wanting Izuku to fuck her Pussy, before her eyes began to close as she drifted to sleep.

With a final glance at his hero, Midoriya slowly pulled his pants up over his hips. He felt a pang of guilt for leaving her like this, but the exhaustion was too much to bear.

He settled back onto the hard concrete. The dim light filtering through the sewer grates cast long shadows across their bodies.
As he drifted off to sleep, Midoriya Izuku's head began to swirl around with so many questions that he didn't have an answer for.