Saving the Civilians

The Perfect Couple Shot had finished with a chorus of camera clicks and a peace sign from Mina. Mineta’s fat, drooping cock still lay glossy and slack across Yaoyorozu’s trimmed mound. Yaoyorozu herself was still sprawled out like a toppled statue, drooling faintly on Aizawa’s desk with a look of absolute, starry eyed bliss.

Now came the part Mina actually dreaded.

She did not mind the photo. She loved taking pictures. She did not even mind the fact that Yaoyorozu just got railed in front of everyone. Mina was a massive romantic, and a public, passionate hookup right on the teacher's desk was exactly the kind of juicy, scandalous gossip she usually lived for. She already had a dozen questions lined up about how it felt.

But the cleanup was another story.

The hero tradition. The Lifeline legacy preservation. The absolute, unbending rule stating that if even one drop hit the floor, you were basically spitting on the hero flag.

Mina Ashido was a brave girl. She had acid in her blood. She possessed a fierce, stalwart heart that would throw itself in front of a giant villain to protect her friends. But she also had a flawless skincare routine, a deep love for fashion, and a stomach that really, really hated gross chores. This felt exactly like staring down a surprise math test from Ectoplasm, only infinitely stickier.

Semen was warm. Semen was messy. Semen was a smell that crawled into your nose and ruined your lip gloss.

And right now there was a lot of it.

It glistened in a thick, pearly mess between Yaoyorozu’s thighs. It pooled in the soft crease where her ass met her cunt. It coated the desk itself in tiny stringy smears from the way Mineta had pulled out. A lazy ooze kept bubbling out of her used, slack hole. The flow was slow and shameless, almost like her body was still trying to drool him back out in installments.

Mina stared at it, feeling her anxiety spike. She **** her signature bright, easygoing smile onto her face and pumped her fists to hype herself up.

"Alrighty!" she chirped, her voice just a little too loud. "Salvage team is on the clock! Let us get these folks saved!"

Aizawa didn’t move. He stood with his arms folded and his marker in hand. His eyes were dead. He looked like this was just another Tuesday and not his desk being used as a cum altar.

Hagakure’s voice was practically bouncing. "Yessss. My favorite part!"

"You are way too excited about this, Toru," Mina giggled nervously.

Mina watched the floating clothes drop, and a sudden, burning wave of pure jealousy hit her. Toru was completely naked now, which meant she was completely invisible. Nobody in the classroom could actually see her face hovering over a sticky desk or slurping up bodily fluids. Toru got to perform the humiliating civic duty in absolute, perfect privacy. Meanwhile, Mina was going to have to do her half of the chore with her bright pink skin on full display for twenty staring classmates. It was incredibly unfair.

"You lucky, invisible genius," Mina muttered under her breath.

"Look at Hagakure go," Kirishima said from his desk, sounding genuinely impressed. "So manly! I mean, so patriotic! She does not hesitate when duty calls."

Jiro gagged quietly from her seat. "I get the historical significance, but I still think it is completely repulsive. Try not to make those weird slurping noises this time, Toru."

"Okay, let us coordinate," Mina said, slipping naturally into her choreographer mindset. "Toru, you take the underside and inner creases. I will take the top half and the desk surface. Keep your rhythm steady so we do not bump heads!"

"Roger!" Toru chirped. "No drop left behind!"

Mineta was still perched on Yaoyorozu’s stomach like a smug little gargoyle. He looked down at Mina with a goofy, triumphant grin.

"Damn," he said, breathless and pleased with himself. "I really am a national resource."

Mina kept her bright smile, but her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Mineta, I swear, if you say one more word while I am doing my civic duty, I will literally dissolve your favorite shoes."

He blinked and then laughed, completely unbothered, like she had just made a cute joke.

Hagakure didn’t even pause. "Heehee! You are so strictly focused, Mina!"

Mina took a deep breath. She pictured a giant villain. She pictured saving the city. Okay, Alien Queen. You are brave. You save people. You can save some legacy.

Toru slid between Yaoyorozu’s legs like she had been assigned a dessert course. You couldn’t see her face, but you could hear her inhale. You could hear the little hum of delight in her throat.

And then the sound started.

Wet. Close. Obscene.

A slow, eager slrrrk echoed as Toru’s tongue dragged through the thick spill pooled at Yaoyorozu’s entrance. A second, deeper lick followed. Mina watched with helpless, fascinated horror as the glossy white sheen literally vanished, disappearing into a mouth she couldn’t see.

Toru moaned softly, delighted with herself. "Oh wow. She is still leaking."

"Excellent form," Sato muttered from the back row. "She is treating it just like a fragile rescue operation."

Mina **** herself to lean in toward Mineta’s cock.

It was still huge even soft. It was heavy with that post orgasm weight that made it droop like a tired weapon. The head was smeared with Yaoyorozu’s slick. Threads of cum clung to the underside of the shaft where it had slid free. One fat bead of pearly white sat near the ridge.

Mina opened her mouth.

The first contact made her entire body tense up. Her tongue touched the slick, salty mix on the underside of his cock. The taste hit fast, sharp and musky. The texture was thick in a way that made her want to flinch.

But Mina was nothing if not dedicated when she put her mind to something. She clenched her hands into fists and dragged her tongue up the shaft, slow and thorough.

Mineta shuddered above her. He was not hardening fully, but he was reacting, twitching like his body couldn’t help noticing.

Mina pulled back for a second, her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh my gosh, you are so sensitive!" she blurted out, her natural gossipy curiosity overriding her disgust for a split second. "Yaomomo really did a number on you, huh?"

Toru made a pleased little noise from between Yaoyorozu’s thighs. "Momo tastes like expensive soap and rich girl confidence!"

Mina giggled despite herself, almost **** on the taste in her mouth. She switched to shorter, more efficient motions. She used her lips now, sealing her mouth around the head just enough to suck the last slickness and pull it clean. The sound was embarrassing. Wet suction. A faint pop when she released.

Mineta let out a low noise. He sounded incredibly satisfied.

Mina pulled back, wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, and gave him a bright, **** smile. "All clean!"

Meanwhile, Toru had gotten a little too enthusiastic.

The cum between Yaoyorozu’s thighs was disappearing in widening, chaotic swaths. Toru’s invisible tongue was making fast little passes, darting all over the place. She traced along the inner thigh, jumped to the crease, and lapped right up to the swollen lips.

Mina rolled her eyes with a long suffering sigh and turned her attention to the desk itself. There were smears, little stringy arcs where cum and pussy juice had touched polished wood.

She leaned in and licked the desk.

It was terrible. The wood had a dry, bitter taste of varnish that made the slickness cling and smear instead of lifting clean. Mina whined softly in the back of her throat, grimacing as she dragged her tongue across the grain until the glossy streak vanished.

She swallowed.

Her stomach did a tiny, furious somersault.

Mina sat back on her heels and sucked in a breath through her nose. Across the room, she could feel eyes on her. The whole class had been watching every stage of this.

"You missed a spot by the textbook, Ashido," Ojiro pointed out helpfully from a few desks away.

Mina groaned, her shoulders slumping. "Math is easier than this," she complained loudly, leaning over to aggressively lap up the stray white droplet.

Aizawa finally spoke, his voice flat as dry paper.

"Finish. Then get dressed. Then study."

Toru was still busy.

Mina watched as Toru’s invisible head dipped lower. The remaining cum that had been pooling at Yaoyorozu’s entrance vanished in deep, slow pulls. Toru made soft, greedy sounds, like she was drinking a smoothie.

"Mm. She still has more inside," Toru announced. She sounded absolutely thrilled.

Mina’s eyes widened. "Toru, do not go fishing! We got the surface! Yaoyorozu is already saving those!"

Toru giggled. "Minaaaaa. It is tradition. If it leaks, it gets saved."

But Toru didn’t stop. She pressed closer, her mouth sealing over Yaoyorozu’s soft, swollen lips. Mina covered her face with her hands, peeking through her pink fingers. The idea of someone sucking semen straight out of another woman’s cunt like it was a juice pouch was wild, even for her romantic imagination.

Still, the sounds continued.

Wet suction.

A satisfied swallow.

Then Toru popped back up, breathy and thrilled. "Okay! I think I got it all!"

Mina glanced down.

Yaoyorozu’s thighs were completely clean. They were damp, flushed, and slick with her own arousal still, but the pearly mess was gone. No white streaks. No clinging beads. No wasted drops.

It was weirdly impressive.

Mina swallowed again, finally clearing the last of the taste from her throat.

Toru’s invisible hands clapped. "We did it! Hero tradition complete!"

The tension finally left Mina's body. The terrifying ordeal was over. Just like after surviving a real villain attack, the adrenaline crashed, leaving her feeling wobbly, relieved, and a little teary eyed.

"We did it," Mina sniffled, dramatic tears welling up in her large, black and yellow eyes. She dramatically wiped at her face. "I was so brave. I saved the legacy."

Mineta stretched like a satisfied cat on Yaoyorozu’s stomach. "See? Heroes save. That is what we do."

Mina gave him a watery but genuine smile. "I am going to need, like, twelve boba teas and a shopping spree to recover from this."

Toru was already pulling her clothes back on, still humming. She looked, to Mina’s eyes, like she was practically glowing with happiness even though Mina couldn’t see more than the flutter of fabric.

"Okay, okay," Toru sang, buttoning her blouse. "Who is next? I hope someone else cums today. I am warmed up now!"

The entire classroom went absolutely dead silent.

Jiro looked completely revolted. "Ew, Toru, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hagakure!" Iida shouted, standing up so fast his chair scraped the floor, his hand chopping furiously through the air. "The Node protocols are a solemn pillar of hero culture! It is unacceptable for any aspiring hero to fail their civic duty and let those civilians perish! However, to solicit your regular classmates for bodily fluids during school hours is a severe violation of U.A. conduct and completely inappropriate!"

"Yeah, exactly," Kaminari agreed, nodding sagely with a completely fake look of offense. He coughed into his hand, his cheeks turning a little pink as he gave Toru a sly, hopeful look. "Doing that in a classroom is just gross public sex. Have some class. But, you know, if you ever wanted to practice your form off campus on the weekend... purely for educational purposes... my schedule is open."

Jiro immediately stabbed Kaminari in the ribs with her earphone jack. He yelped and folded over his desk.

Mina blinked, looking between Toru and the boys, before she let out a loud, goofy laugh. Her anxiety completely melted away. The contrast between treating Mineta like a sacred national monument and treating everyone else like normal teenage boys was just too hilarious.

Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose. He looked like a man who desperately needed a nap and a completely different career.

"Hagakure," Aizawa said, his voice flat and utterly drained of the will to live. "I am legally obligated by the Hero Commission to tolerate Node protocols. I am not obligated to sit here while you solicit your classmates for their… fluids. Sit down and open your textbook before I expel you just so I can get some peace and quiet."

"Ah! Sorry, Sensei!" Toru squeaked, quickly dropping into her chair.

Mina wiped her mouth one last time, checking her reflection in her phone screen to make sure her makeup wasn't ruined. She looked at Yaoyorozu, who was still limp and dreamy, and quickly snapped a mental note to interrogate her about all the juicy details later in the dorms.

No drop left behind.

It was a gross chore, but Mina Ashido was a hero. She skipped back to her seat, her stomach full of tradition and her heart full of gossip.

Behind her, Toru hummed happily.

In front, Aizawa turned a page in his book like nothing had happened at all.