Sucked Into That World

With a hearty laugh, Kirishima takes Hitori's hand, gripping it tighter. "Hah yeah... only sometimes..."

The two head over to a nearby tent, following the instructions from the police officers. Waiting in a short line consisting of their escape group, Hitori and Kirishima can't help but cause a disruption in the back.

"Shit, since when were you such a bad ass?" Kirishima smirks, nudging the shorter girl. "Leading that whole escape mission, that might've been the manliest thing I've seen you do!"

Hitori blushes, subconsciously leaning into Kirishima, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. "Manliest?" She raises an eyebrow, teasing his choice of words with a smile.

Kirishima's own grin momentarily fades. "Oh! Well... not- I didn't mean it like that..."

"I know, you big lug~" With the looming danger gone, Hitori can't seem to stop herself from flirting. Running with a powerful confidence boost from her mission, she pushes that shy insecure part of herself down, just enjoying the moment.

In front of the two, Ojiro sighs, turning back to face them. "Can you two at least wait until we're cleared to get a room?" He sounds annoyed, but the look on his face shows the love for his classmates, a light smile showing them he means well.

Hitori swallows hard, and takes a step back, trying to compose herself. "Right right..." She steals a glance at Kirishima as she dusts herself off, noticing that when she pulled away, he seemed to wince slightly, his hand drifting to his pants for some reason...

Soon, after each student is delegated to a specific tent, Hitori and Kirishima are left alone at the front of the line. Around them, the police officers slowly disperse as they go on to other duties. Even the officer meant to show them to the tent, dressed in a hazmat suit, receives a message before telling the two he'll be right back. Hitori's brow furrows, watching everyone leave in a hurry. "You think something's happening?" She asks, once again grabbing onto Kirishima's arm.

Clenching his teeth, Kirishima looks like he's about to burst. Sweat drips down his face as he tries to keep everything together. "I-I don't know..." He manages to get out. Only standing there for seconds more, he let's out a groan and steps forward. "Maybe... we should just go get checked, I don't feel right..."

Hitori stumbles forward along with him, biting her lip as she tries to get a good look at the apparent commotion. "Kirishima, I don't think-" But before she can finish her sentence, the two are already inside the tent.

Immediately cool air blasts Hitori's face, a welcome sensation amidst the warmer weather outside. She looks around, noting that besides a couple coolers and some lab equipment on a cheap desk, the tent is empty. "Kiri, I don't know if this is the right place..." In front of her, Kirishima hunches over. His breathing heavy, Hitori worries for him. "Are you okay?"

Kirishima slowly reaches a hand down, undoing his belt and snaking his hardened fingers into his pants. "I... I think so... just so hot..." Tentatively, he feels the source of all this discomfort, and wraps his hand around it. The same tool he used on Katsumi earlier, it just won't go down... He strokes, just once at first, but soon finding himself unable to stop. Inside his stomach, a heat blooms, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to the feeling.

Hitori tries to get a good look at her friend, but there aren't any lights in here... it's dark, only allowing her to see Kirishima's silhouette until her eyes adjust. She hears a ripping sound, the sound of fabric tearing under **** pressure. She reaches out to touch his back, noting just how rigid it feels. She rubs it tentatively, not sure what else to do, her uncertainty leaving her frozen until Kirishima suddenly turns around.

"Hah... ah..." He pants, out of breath, his hand gripping his cock as his pants fall to his ankles. Barely able to make out more in the dark now, Hitori takes a step back as she sees what's become of her longtime crush. "Hey Hitori... maybe you can help me with something..." He says, smiling.

"Wha- What do you- You mean..." Hitori's eyes are glued to the massive rod in front of her face. She feels her stomach drop, and her adrenaline spike.

"Yeah..." Kirishima strokes slowly. "It's feelin' pretty pent up, you know?"

Something about the sight... it almost traps Hitori there, her body responding in a way that hardly seems appropriate. "Shouldn't you... get that fixed?"

Kirishima chuckles, rubbing the newly formed stubble on his chin. "Yeah, I was kinda hoping I could you could fix it..."

Shit... what is that in her stomach... Hitori doesn't respond, simply clutching her tummy as she continues to stare. All night she's been feeling weird, ever since she visited Kirishima's room... She can still feel that slimy substance from his bed on her hand, like even though she wiped it off, some part of it remained... and burrowed deeper.

Hitori sinks to her knees, her face flushed as a heat begins to spread within her body. "Eijiro, I don't want you to feel bad..." She says, her eyes glazing over. "I guess I can help..." She reaches out, cautiously wrapping her hands around the gargantuan dick before her. It pulses with need, a need that she's beginning to realize has something to do with her... "Is that okay?" She asks, not wanting to hurt her crush.

"I guess..." Kirishima starts. "But you can go harder... don't be afraid Hitori, you can't hurt me..."

Hitori rubs her thighs together, feeling a growing dampness in her panties. Suddenly it's all making sense why she's been so flustered, why she hasn't been able to contain her lust... But now she doesn't know if she can stop herself... inflating her nostrils, she takes in Kirishima's scent, running purely off instinct as she leans in closer. Looking up at him, her heart skips a beat, he's so fucking hot...

Kirishima takes note of Hitori's sudden compliance, loving her initiative. At first he accepts her simply stroking his dick, but when he feels a sudden warmth envelope the tip, he almost cums right then and there. "Shit, who are you and what have you done with Shinso~" He growls, encouraging the blooming slut with vigor.

Hitori takes Kirishima into her mouth, everything around her fading into nothingness... Her eyes glaze over and her mind goes blank, as she feels her chest growing tight. She bobs back and forth, picking up speed, feeling her small tits begin to jiggle more freely as they gain mass. She arches her back, trying to adjust positions to get this monster down her throat, however an impossible task it may be. She feels her lust grow stronger, as her intellect begins to slip. Knowledge of her studies and training leaving her brain to make room for knowledge on how to give the best blowjobs.

The two blossoming students have never felt such euphoria, and only melt into the pleasure being injected into them from an outside ****. Soon, Hitori falls back onto her round ass, giggling airily as she tries to catch her breath. "Shit Kiri... I don't know if I can finish you off, that thing still hasn't blown..."

Kirishima smirks, patting the empty desk next to him. "Let's try something else then~"

Without another though, Hitori obliges, grinning widely as she hops up, spreading her legs eagerly. Feeling Kirishima enter her should feel like a wakeup call, a foreign act she's never participated in showing her that there's something wrong. But her deeply rooted love for the stud doesn't allow that, instead she screams out, clutching the fabric of the tent as she's fucked for the first time.

Outside, rushing back from the apparent crisis, Eraser Head looks around frantically for his protégé. "Shinso!" He calls out, hoping to find her quick.

Checking each tent, he starts to worry she may be in danger, until finally he hears the lustful moans of a newly worn in bimbo. He readies his scarf, holding it tightly as he rips the door to the tent aside. Kirishima bucks his hips wildly, ravaging the purple haired girl until he feels an orgasm ripping through him. Hitori only shudders as she feels his hot seed enter her, shooting around the solid shaft of his cock and leaking out onto the ground. She's never felt so satisfied in her life...

Hitori sees stars, feeling like she's floating on clouds... Lazily she lets her head slump to the side, only to see Aizawa staring back at her, a look of disgust evident. Immediately she's torn from cloud nine as her senses return. "Shit- Fuck! Eraser it's not what it looks like! We were just-"

Kirishima pulls out slowly, nervous, but not ashamed of his actions. "Hehe, sorry Eraser... what's going on?"