but now Mineta's stuck in detention.

"Hrrrggh..." Even when she panted, Momo had this dignified aura around her. Not even sitting with her legs spread on the chair nor rubbing her clit furiously like her life depended on it was enough to ruin her posture. "I can't believe I got detention! I hrrgg... never get detention!"

"Hah! You'll get used to it." It was Mineta that consoled her, as Momo always remembered thanks to the notebook. And right now the two of them were doing some stress relief to pass the time. They were in detention for causing a ruckus, not because of their libido. After all, Mineta had written it so that women just had to get off-

His thoughts were interrupted by a moist towel colliding with his face. He took it off immediately only to be greeted by Momo glaring at him, her blouse unbuttoned after she used her quirk on Mineta.

"I don't want to hear anything from you right now!"

"Oh cool, a gift." Mineta didn't even see her jab as assault. If anything handing the grape hero in training a sweaty towel made off Momo's calories was a turn on. He didn't hesitate to give it a good sniff.

His body may have been the sex icon Midnight but his heart was a boy that yearned for tits and ass. Now that wasn't the issue. He had plenty of ass and tits to enjoy. Ignoring Yaoyorozu for a moment, he pulled out her mirror with his free hand. After narrowly dodging the creation quirk user's hand he got a good look at his reflection. Even now he could not believe he had the body and face of Midnight.

He smiled, and Nemuri grinned.

He stuck his tongue out and so did she.

He bent over and sucked a teat, and so did Midnight.

It was fuel to his desires.

He wasn't delicate at all, pulling at Midnight's clit like his own junior hoping for a similar eruption maybe even greater. It was... getting there.

"Oh I'm rubbing her clit like I rub my dick!" Imagination was enough to keep him horny.

It was weirding out his friend though.

"Mineta, hrrgh, quit your narcissistic plays and let me focus." Momo had her eyes closed. Angry wasn't the right word to describe her scowl. Mineta thought she looked cute either way.

And in a blink of an eye, followed by a plop on the ground, a dildo had appeared out of Momo's chest. She picked it up and set it on her chair. There was Momo Yaoyoruzu, a scowl on her face, about to ride a dildo during detention.

"Woah."