Mineta Minoru

Pervert!

That was what Mineta Minoru was. He knew it and he had no failure in presenting himself as one. He never hid his desire for beautiful women, unlike some. He was honest, in that respect.

That wasn't to say that he was proud of his lasciviousness, however. For as gross as his peers may find him at times, he found himself agreeing doubly so. He knew that it was wrong... he did. Not to mention, perviness turns out to be a very unattractive quality on a man. Mineta knew that his perverseness was not going to help him find any gals. Yet, with a body like his, he doubted that anything would, no matter how saintly or noble he reformed himself as. Truly, Mineta felt trapped.

He couldn't bare the thought of being unloved and undesired forever. He just wanted a girl, was that too much to ask for?

"Huh, whatever," sighed the midget boy, laying on the bed of his student dorm with a hand down his shorts.

He had woken up shortly before this. Typically, he'd have started his day with a good search on his phone for something steamy to improve his mood. However, he had failed to charge it during the night and it lay dead next to him.

Choosing instead to close his eyes and imagine the faces, bodies and... assets of the beautiful girls that he schools with, Mineta tried to get it out of his system. He imagined what it would be like, if they loved him and he loved them. He imagined what it would be like, if they let him stare; if they wanted him to stare. He imagined them showing their supple bodies and servicing him, enamored by his little body as though it were made of gold.

He imagined the faces they'd make, as he ejaculated into their waiting faces. All of them kneeling in a line, looking up to him with humble, doting expressions. Tsuyu, Momo, Kyoka, Ochacko, Toru, Mina.

Mineta was sweating. He used an arm to cover his eyes, while the other was working in vain. He adored that fantasy beyond any other but still. He knew that it wasn't happening.

Mineta knew how they saw him and no fantasy can rend that rotten thought from his head.

"Oh damn. I need some inspiration," said Mineta, as he arose from bed. He made for the desk, which had stacks of hentai, porn and naughty magazines carefully laid out and organized. They were the most well-kept items in the room, which spoke to Mineta's talents.

He ran his finger across the stems, searching for nothing in particular but something he'd know when he found it. Just find something good to finish and then go about your business. Easy, Mineta thought.

Yet, he wasn't prepared to get distracted by a strange black book that was awkwardly placed among his manga collection. It was a thick book and large enough that it poked out rather visibly. Drawing it out, Mineta found that its texture was like nothing he'd felt, but opening it revealed nothing more than a simple blank book. No writing; no names; nothing: it was blank. However, it had a certain aura of age and importance to it. Mineta had the notion that he was holding an ancient relic or something.

Regardless, it wasn't what Mineta was looking for.

As he went to close it, he spotted a small message on the inside of the front cover. It read: "write reality to your liking and it will be so."

What was that supposed to be? Some inspirational writer's quote? Mineta thought, unimpressed.

It didn't make a whole lot of sense but none of those inspiration quotes really did. Still, if only he could write reality itself to his liking. That'll be a dream come true.

Just before Mineta closed the book and returned it to the shelf, as he had intended, he let out a "Ah, what the hell," and got a pen.