Chapter 32: First Lesson

Izuku began walking around Ibara with slow steps, looking her up and down with an attention that put the girl's nerves on edge.

Is he trying to gauge the reach of my vines? If so, I mustn't hinder him. Before wielding the power God has granted me, I must understand it and use it with prudence.

I won't let anxiety trouble my spirit. If this training was arranged as a test, I must face it with serenity and honesty.

What Ibara had no way of imagining was that, inside her new teacher's head, there wasn't a single thought related to combat.

Alright, where do I start? Izuku glanced sideways at Nezu, who was still watching from a distance with his steaming cup between his paws. Where does he even get all that tea? Wait, quit thinking about nonsense... the million dollar question is where I'm supposed to touch her.

His gaze dropped discreetly. Ibara's chest didn't reach Yu's monumental level, though it was nothing to be ashamed of either; her behind, on the other hand, was a solid ten, no room for debate.

If I went for her butt, I'd have plenty of surface to work with, but I can't pull something like that in front of the principal on my first day. What other spot on Ibara would work without making me look like a total creep?

Izuku let out a tired sigh. Pretending to be a decent person turned out to be way more exhausting than he'd imagined. With Mirko he could bury his face against her thighs and enjoy the moment without a shred of guilt; with Nemuri he could squeeze her chest and get a knowing laugh in return instead of a scolding. With Ibara things had to be different, at least while the principal was watching him.

He gave her a friendly smile that, for some reason, made her skin crawl.

"I-is something the matter, Midoriya-sensei?" Ibara asked, clasping her hands a little tighter.

Having a pretty girl call him sensei gave him a satisfaction he'd never known in his life.

Man, that sounds good. I could get used to it.

"Hmm... Ibara." Izuku stepped a little closer to her. "Forgive the question, but what's your most sensitive part?"

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"M-my most sensitive part...?!" Ibara froze completely, her hands pressed against her chest and her face taking on a faint reddish hue. "S-sensei! That's a very... very peculiar question!"

"No, wait, you're taking it the wrong way!" Izuku raised his hands defensively. He'd already racked up too many misunderstandings that day to risk another one. "I mean, is there some area of your body that reacts more easily, some part you feel is more sensitive? Aside from your chest and your behind, I mean."

C-chest...?! And b-behind...?!

How could her teacher mention such things so naturally? The conversation was getting more embarrassing by the second... and yet he seemed completely oblivious to how uncomfortable it was. She had to keep her composure. It was unbecoming to let herself be carried away by shame, especially in front of her teacher. But... why did he have to ask precisely that?

Ibara, without realizing it, looked down toward her own crotch.

Izuku, who didn't miss a beat, followed that movement.

If her chest and butt are already off the table, I doubt that area's gonna fly either. Izuku felt a little ashamed for having asked such a question to a girl as earnest as Ibara.

"N-no, Ibara, I didn't mean that place either," he cut in quickly, waving a hand.

Upon realizing she'd been caught, Ibara felt the shame bury her alive. The simple fact that she'd glanced toward her intimate zone meant that, without meaning to, she'd just confessed in front of everyone that that area was sensitive to her as well.

Oh Lord, have mercy on me! My own eyes have betrayed me at the worst possible moment! How could I even direct my gaze there? What shame! I must recover my composure at once and keep my heart and thoughts firm. I will not let this humiliation turn me from the path of virtue!

Her thoughts dissolved into complete disarray. The only thing occupying her mind was a terrifying question about what image Izuku must be forming of her at that very moment.

"What I mean is," Izuku resumed, scratching his cheek, "something that's important to you. For example... uhm... what about your hair?"

That's it! Her hair is part of her Quirk! My Quirk should work there, right? I don't have to embarrass this poor girl in front of everyone. PLEASE, TELL ME IT'LL WORK THERE.

"My... hair?"

For the first time since the conversation had begun, Ibara completely regained her composure. She straightened her back and brought a hand to one of her vines, wearing a proud expression.

Thanks be to the Lord! Finally, an appropriate topic!

There was nothing embarrassing about that. On the contrary: her vines were part of her Quirk and an extension of herself. Talking about them was something she could do with complete peace of mind.

"These vines are part of my Quirk, Midoriya-sensei," she explained calmly. "They're like an extension of my own body. Through them I can perceive the warmth of the sun, the humidity in the air, and even the faintest brush of the wind."

Her lips curved into a smile, recovering the dignity she'd lost during the conversation.

"They've been with me for as long as I can remember. That's why I consider them a blessing the Lord granted me... and a responsibility I must learn to understand and care for each day."

"And that's why... I ask that you be gentle with them," she added firmly. "The thorns don't distinguish between friend or foe when someone handles them roughly."

Off to the side, Nezu took a sip of his tea and narrowed his eyes with obvious amusement.

"Well, well... It seems our young trainer isn't quite the pervert you'd led me to believe, Nemuri-san," he remarked with a pleased smile. "After all, he's simply asking Quirk-related questions. Very professional, wouldn't you say?"

Nemuri rubbed her arm, a little surprised at the direction the situation had taken.

"Well... I've gotta admit the kid knows how to behave when he puts his mind to it," she conceded, watching Izuku with curiosity. "Though, Director, if I'm being honest, Midoriya-kun is usually way more daring than this."

She narrowed her eyes, clearly entertained.

"So seeing him this restrained... it's kinda disappointing. Makes me wonder what he's up to this time."

Yu, arms crossed off to the side, took the chance to shoot Rumi a triumphant smirk.

"Heh! You see that, bunny? My Izuku knows exactly how to behave when he needs to. So quit going around calling him a hopeless degenerate, would ya?"

"Tsk."

Rumi clicked her tongue and leaned back against the wall, folding her hands behind her head.

Izuku, oblivious to the debate going on around him, took another step toward Ibara. He stretched his hand toward the vines and stopped halfway.

"Ibara, would you let me...?" He glanced toward the green hair a little shyly. "I promise I'll be careful with the thorns."

She caught the gesture and lowered her head in permission.

"Please, Midoriya-sensei. I trust you."

Then Izuku sank his fingers into the vines.

The stems were firm and slightly fibrous, yet flexible, like a young vine that could bend without breaking. Touching them, he could feel the warmth of the plant, alive and pleasant.

Between them jutted several thorns, hard and sharp. When he ran his hand along their direction, the stems felt smooth under his fingers; if he brushed the thorns the wrong way, the surface turned rough and could prick.

What Izuku had no way of knowing was that the real trap wasn't in the texture.

Since the vines were part of her, any contact they received she felt directly. Even a light touch on her hair could register in her body as if she were being touched herself. And there was an even worse detail for her current situation: at rest and not in combat use, the vines reached their peak sensitivity, exactly the opposite of what would've suited the poor maiden at that moment.

"Ahhh..." A tiny sound escaped Ibara's lips.

Ibara closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, praying to keep control. Izuku's caress traveled through the vines with a softness no one had ever given her, leaving her breathless.

Get a hold of yourself, Ibara!

But the more she tried to convince herself, the more aware she became of every small movement.

...Oh Lord! How difficult it is to keep serenity when one strives so hard to keep it!

Izuku stroked the vines once more and closed his eyes to try to use his Quirk on them.

Without noticing the effect he was causing, he drew Ibara's face toward his and rested his forehead against hers.

...Lord, help me!

For Ibara, the sensation was new and far too pleasurable. As soon as Izuku's Quirk ran through her vines, something new ignited within her with an intensity she'd never experienced. She bit her lip harder to silence the sounds that threatened to give her away, while a persistent tingling was born between her legs and pushed her to press even closer to Izuku's body.

It didn't help at all that he was about to kiss her.

What's happening to me...? she thought, feeling her heart quicken. This is far too strange. I have to tell him something... but what should I say?!

Meanwhile, Yu was fighting a battle with herself. On one hand, she couldn't deny that she'd felt relieved seeing Izuku had kept his hands where they belonged. Thank goodness. At least he didn't make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

But then she looked back at him and her eyebrow started twitching.

And why the hell is he standing so close to Ibara?

She pursed her lips.

Come on, Yu. It's not that big a deal.

...Then why is it bugging me so much?

The more she thought about it, the worse it sat with her. Izuku was being way too attentive with her. And for some reason, that was seriously getting on her nerves.

Tch... Now I'd almost rather he pull one of his dumb stunts and just get this over with.

...Did I really just think that?

Since when do you get like this over something so ridiculous?!

She looked away with a huff, pretending nothing mattered.

...I need to stop thinking about this dumb stuff.

Izuku pulled his forehead back and opened his eyes, satisfied with his work.

Then he stayed looking at Ibara. Her cheeks were bright red, her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were teary.

AHHH?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

Izuku blinked, completely caught off guard. This time he hadn't done anything indecent.

Why does she look like she just walked out of a hentai manga?! This makes no sense!

Ibara, for her part, couldn't even think straight. Her head was spinning, and to her misfortune, she realized the area between her thighs was drenched, accompanied by an itch that showed no signs of settling.

"Ahem... Ibara?" Izuku waved a hand in front of her face. "Hey, Ibara, can you hear me? Say something, you're scaring me."

Ibara didn't even hear him. All that filled her mind was the most intense pleasure she'd felt in her entire life, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do with such a discovery.

Without the strength to hold herself up a second longer, she collapsed forward and ended up leaning against Izuku's body, panting against his shoulder. The problem was that, with each ragged breath, her chest brushed against his in a rather indecent way, sending her another jolt of pleasure.

"I-Ibara, wait, we're still in front of the principal a..." Izuku held her by the shoulders, not really sure where to put his hands without making everything worse.

She didn't respond. Small drops of sweat rolled down her forehead and her gaze was unfocused. Her vines hung around her shoulders, trembling with light spasms that followed the rhythm of her breathing.

It looked like anything but a decent training session.

Rumi let out a laugh that echoed from wall to wall of the gym.

"BAHAHAHA! What did I tell you?! Welcome to the circus, plant girl! We're gonna get along just fine!"

Nemuri brought a hand to her mouth, her cheeks slightly pink.

Yu, on the other hand, watched the scene with a twitch in her eye.

Why? Why does everything Izuku touches end up turning into an erotic scene?

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