Mineta's Great School Day [pt. II]

Tsuyu stepped closer and reached for his zipper.

She was calm on the outside. Her pulse was not especially calm.

That was the first thing she had to admit to herself.

This was not a neutral task for her anymore.

Not after the class scene with Momo. Not after seeing the PCS with Bakugo’s mom this morning. Not after spending the last hour trying not to replay Mineta’s huge cock pounding into Yaoyorozu while the whole room pretended to be civilized about it.

She didn’t want the brainless surrender Momo had dropped into. She didn’t want the bypass.

But she had watched. She would think about it tonight when she masturbated. She’d known that the second she’d seen him stretch Yaoyorozu open and heard Momo’s voice break.

That was already true before she even touched him.

Then Mineta dropped the pants she’d unzipped and pushed his boxers down beneath it all.

Soft, he still looked obscene.

His cock lay across her palm like a thick animal at rest, long and loose and heavy, more like a warm snake than a proper human proportion. The head was blunt and fat. The shaft thick enough that it filled her palm even without an erection. Below it hung those absurd balls, low and full in their big loose sack, heavy enough that they seemed to drag the whole package downward.

Tsuyu’s eyes fixed on them for a second longer than they needed to.

She liked big cocks. She liked big balls. It was a blunt preference and a little embarrassing to admit, especially as a virgin, but it also made practical sense to her. Other girls might care more about broad shoulders, thick arms, a handsome face. Boys were always going on about tits and ass. Those were mostly looks. A cock this size actually did something. Tsuyu knew her Frog Quirk affected more than her hands and tongue. Her hips were wider than average, her body roomier where it counted, and she had discovered in private that normal-sized toys did almost nothing for her.

The six-inch dildo she’d bought out of curiosity had never once made her cum. The ten-inch one, twice as wide, had. That had told her plenty. A long thick penis would obviously fill her better, reach deeper, and make more use of a body built like hers. A big loose sack like his would slap wetly against skin during sex and dump an absurd amount of semen when he came. It also suggested stamina, quick recovery, and the kind of hormonal engine that kept a man ready to go again. Those things were not abstract anymore. She had seen enough with Momo to know Mineta could back it all up.

Mineta noticed the look on her face and grinned. “Tsu. You’re staring.”

“I’m assessing,” she said.

“Oh yeah? And what’s the diagnosis?”

“Too much.” she lied as she lifted it toward the urinal. It wasn’t like he needed a bigger head. She liked his dick, not his personality.

Mineta laughed and relaxed enough to start peeing.

The stream hissed against the porcelain. Tsuyu held him steady, controlling the angle with little adjustments of her wrist. Soft, he was pretty cumbersome. The shaft flexed and twitched a bit in her palm as the stream of urine issued forth, warm and unwieldy, the head bobbing slightly with the flow. His big balls shifted beneath and behind her wrist with each tiny movement, bobbing and swaying.

Below him, Ochako trembled. “Please hurry.”

Tsuyu ignored the complaint because there was nothing to do but hold him and wait.

The whole thing felt bizarrely intimate. Not erotic yet, not exactly, but undeniably close. She was holding his penis while he used it for its simplest purpose, and because PCS culture and all the cultural scaffolding around body logistics had made the explicit seem procedural, the absurdity was easier to accept than it should have been.

Then he finished.

The stream cut off. Mineta gave a little sigh of relief and shifted on Ochako’s back.

Tsuyu did not let go.

She had a vague understanding of what men did next. A shake, a little flick, something to dislodge the last drops.

So she did something different.

She pumped her hand.

Not slowly. Not lustfully at first. Just a quick, competent back-and-forth stroke meant to shake off the last urine without splattering his shoes or the floor.

Mineta made a strangled sound.

Tsuyu looked up.

His face had changed.

The lazy post-pee relaxation was gone. His eyes were wider. His mouth had fallen open slightly. She felt the change in her hand an instant later as the heavy soft snake began to tense, gather itself, and thicken.

She kept pumping, knowingly.

She did it slowly now. Just enough to drag his skin back and forth, enough to work the soft weight into life while he stood there above Ochako and looked down at her as if she had just revealed some secret religion.

“Tsu,” he said, voice thinner than usual, “that is absolutely not how guys shake it off.”

“It’s efficient,” Tsuyu said, because now she was fully aware of what she was doing and had no interest in pretending otherwise.

His shaft thickened quickly, drawing up from slack weight into something more focused and alive. The head broadened. The veins came forward. The whole thing rose in her hand until the earlier heaviness turned into the harder, more directed mass she had wanted to see.

Even balanced on a classmate’s back, even in a campus restroom, Mineta’s erection looked absurd. Thick, heavy, undeniably impressive. The huge sack beneath it only made it filthier, more excessive, more complete.

Mineta looked down at her hand and then at her face. “You did that on purpose.”

“Yes,” Tsuyu said.

His grin came back slowly, but it was softer now, more dazed than cocky. “You wanted to see it.”

“Yes.”

Tsuyu knew why she wanted it.

Partly because she was eighteen and this was her first real sexual encounter, and it happened to be with a body exaggerated enough to be innately flattering. There was something about handling a huge cock that made a girl feel chosen by scale alone. It was ridiculous and visceral and impossible to ignore.

Partly because Mineta was a Node.

That mattered more than she wanted to admit.

He was a creep and a braggart. He was still Mineta. But he was also a Node, and in hero culture that meant something old and weighty and faintly absurd. A Node’s semen was meant to be taken into a hero’s body. Not wasted. Not dribbled into the urinal or onto tile or into a tissue like it was ordinary. Swallowed. Kept. Respected.

The old language around it called it Lifeline’s spirit, heroic essence passed down cell by cell. Tsuyu had always thought that sounded grandiose.

Now, with one hand around Mineta’s fully hard cock and the other supporting the giant, loose burden of his balls, it did not sound silly at all.

If she didn’t suck him off now, who knew where his next load would end up? She didn’t think he’d do something nasty like jerk off into a sock but if he did someone would have to lick and suck it out. If she just left the bathroom with him like this, she could just picture the urinal splattered with cum and someone would have to lick that up.

No, she was a hero.

Better in her.

Better now.

That was practical. That was patriotic. That was also making her wet enough that she stopped trying to separate the motives.

Below Mineta, Ochako shifted beneath his feet, discomfort and embarrassment still written all over her body.

Mineta looked down at her and then back to Tsuyu, and she saw what he was thinking before he said anything. He wanted this to become filthier. He wanted more than a practical hand.

Tsuyu beat him to the decision.

She knelt.

Ochako made a tiny sound. “Tsuyu…”

“You can leave if you want,” Tsuyu said.

Ochako didn’t move.

Tsuyu’s second hand came fully into use now. One held the shaft. The other slid underneath to cradle his big, loose balls, feeling their weight settle into her palm. They were even heavier than they looked, warm and shifting, almost absurdly full. She rolled them once just to feel them move.

“Damn. Your hands are huge.”

“They’re useful,” Tsuyu said.

“They’re sexy,” he corrected immediately, voice dropping into a croon that made her stomach tighten. “Big hero hands. Big mouth. Big tongue. Froppy’s built for big cock.”

That pleased her more than it should have.

She leaned in and put her mouth on him.

Her lips met the head first. Then her tongue flattened beneath it, tasting him in one slow, deliberate drag. Warm. Salty. A little bitter at the tip from the little bit of post-urination residue she had just milked clear. Alive.

Mineta’s whole body jolted.

Tsuyu opened wider and took him in.

The thickness stretched her lips. Her mouth flooded with saliva immediately. She backed off once, still sealed around the chunky head, and used the slack of spit and the broadness of her tongue to stroke him before sliding down farther. The second stroke of her hand matched the movement of her mouth.

Strings of saliva hung from the corners of her mouth and dropped straight down in glossy ropes. One landed on the back of Ochako’s head. Another trailed over her hair.

Ochako gave a startled little gasp.

Tsuyu barely blinked. She was focused now.

She took more of him. Then more. Her frog-wide mouth gave her a better chance than most girls would have had, and she took private satisfaction in that. This was her first blowjob and it was already something no ordinary body could have managed as cleanly.

Mineta had one hand flattened on the wall and the other grasping at empty air. His usual chatter dissolved into low stunned noises.

“Tsu… holy shit…”

Tsuyu kept going.

She pulled back enough to purse the head at her lips, tongue working the underside while her hand stroked the rest, then slid him deep again and let the tip push into her throat.

She paused, relaxed deliberately, and swallowed.

The muscles of her throat closed around him in a slow wave.

Mineta made a helpless sound.

This was not sloppy. Not rushed. She knew it would take a while. He had already had Bakugo’s mother this morning. He had fucked Momo in class. Bodies with huge balls and stupid stamina did not empty quickly.

That was fine.

She wasn’t in a hurry.

And she was enjoying herself.

More than enjoying herself. She was having the kind of sharp, intoxicating fun that made her feel alive and a little wicked. Her first real sexual act, and she was kneeling beneath a Node while his giant cock filled her mouth and his balls rested in her hand like ripe fruit she’d finally been allowed to touch.

His grin turned loose and filthy. “It’s normal for Ochako to get so worked up being my footstool while I’m getting blown that she sneakily plays with her pussy.”

He said it like a dirty thought made obvious.

But a second later, Ochako’s right hand disappeared under her skirt.

Tsuyu looked down just long enough to see it. She could tell her friend thought she was hiding it under her body but it was pretty obvious. Her friend’s face was red, her jaw tight with shame, but her fingers were clearly rubbing between her legs in short frantic strokes, body giving in because it had too much stimulus.

Interesting.

Tsuyu considered, briefly, whether it would be more efficient to bring Ochako into it directly. A tandem blowjob. Two girls. Two mouths. Mineta would love it. The image of it flicked hot and clear through her mind.

Then she dismissed it.

Too much risk. Poor coordination. A chance of letting his semen spill because neither of them timed it right.

No.

This was her first ‘civilian’ save. She wanted complete control.

Tsuyu tightened her grip on his shaft and balls and went back to work with even more purpose.

Her mouth slid down in long wet pulls. Her lips sealed. Her tongue stroked. Her hands moved in steady rhythm. When she took him deep she used her swallowing muscles again, deliberately milking him with her throat while those huge balls shifted in her palm.

Mineta’s knees shook. His breath went ragged.

“Tsu,” he gasped. “I’m close. Fuck. I’m really close.”

Tsuyu did not back away.

This was the whole point.

She slid all the way down, sealed her lips tight, and let the head settle deep in her throat. Hand slipping from the base to reach around and grasp his whole tiny butt. The other still cupped and lifted his balls, feeling them draw up and tighten.

She swallowed again, throat tightening around him as if to tell him exactly where his load belonged.

Mineta cried out.

The first pulse hit somewhere down in her neck and she didn’t have to swallow. It just fired straight down her esophagus.Then, before the next spasm, she drew back just enough to bring only the fat head into her mouth. She wanted to taste it properly. Her lips locked around the broad crown, tongue spread beneath it to catch every fresh burst as it struck her mouth hot and thick. Each pulse splashed onto her tongue and against the back of her throat before she swallowed it down at once, calm and greedy, confident that her wide mouth and strong throat were more than enough to keep the whole messy flood inside her. Another spurt, then another, and she held him there with that tight seal, savoring the taste while her throat worked steadily, making sure not a single drop escaped.

That was the part that made her feel strangely proud.

Not just because she was swallowing a huge load from an absurdly oversized cock.

Because she was doing it right.

A Node’s semen into a hero’s body. Preserved. Contained. Lifeline’s essence, ridiculous as the old phrase sounded, sent straight into her stomach where no one could claim it had been wasted.

Below them, Ochako shuddered and whimpered softly into the tile, fingers still rubbing frantically under her skirt while the hot ropes of Tsuyu’s saliva kept dripping over her hair and neck.

Tsuyu did not pull off until Mineta’s pulses weakened and stopped. She swallowed once more for certainty.

Then she eased back.

His cock slid from her mouth glossy and spit-slick, and a long string of saliva stretched from her lower lip before dropping to the tile.

Mineta looked wrecked. Blissed-out. Weak-kneed and stupidly happy.

“Tsu,” he whispered. “You’re… incredible.”

Tsuyu swallowed once more, feeling the warmth settle in her stomach, and rose slowly to her feet.

She looked down at Ochako, still red, still secretly touching herself while Mineta stood on her back like a conquering idiot.

“Ochako, you can stop if you want,” Tsuyu told her calmly.

Ochako made a devastated little sound that could have meant anything but definitely sounded like she’d just came.

Mineta laughed weakly as he stumbled off of her, too spent to do anything but bask in himself.

“All civilians saved.” she commented mildly before she rubbed her stomach, “I definitely don't have room for the rest of my kelp salad now.”

“Ribbit.”