She needs a little more info, but first an interruption

Ochaco regarded the glowing genie boy. Or was he a man who just looked boyish? That license he showed her said he was over 1900, but he didn't look any older than her. Did genies age like 1 year for every 100 human years? She couldn't believe she was seriously considering this. But back to the genie boy - he floated above her with that 9-inch pussy tamer, yet he looked so demure and submissive as he looked back at her. Those eyes captured hers in a puppy-dog pout, and she found herself giving in to this tricky magic.

"...Okay! Okay, I'll give you a chance as my sex genie, whatever that means," she relented.

"Really? Yes!" He bent back and did a loop-de-loop in midair. "You won't regret this, Mistress! I'll do everything I can to make my service as pleasurable for you as possible!"

"Yeah, yeah. I just have some questions about this." Ochaco got up and went to her dresser for her pajamas.

"What are you doing, Mistress?"

"I'm getting changed. I can't continue this conversation while I'm naked," she explained.

The genie tilted his head in confusion. "Why not? Are you cold? I could warm you up." His blue skin took on a pinkish-red hue, the temperature in the room rising. "I could service you while you ask those questions. It'll keep you nice and warm."

"Um, I-I appreciate the offer, but um..." Ochaco stopped when she heard the door unlock. She jumped and hugged her sleep shirt to herself. "Shit! My parents are home!" She hissed. "Izuku! Hide!"

The genie nodded and did another loop in the air, turning to light as he rolled over. He then shot himself directly inside of Ochaco. The girl blinked and then blanched when she saw Izuku's huge cock dangling between her legs.

"What is this?!" She whispered.

It's impractical to have a lamp that anyone can steal, Mistress, Izuku responded inside her mind. The act made her do a double-take and almost fall over until he continued. And I am a sex genie. My cock is my lamp, and it is yours to use and do with as you see fit. Oh. Shall I continue your act of getting dressed? I understand most people don't want to be naked in front of their parents.

"Yes please," she squeaked.

Ochaco heard a snap in her mind and suddenly she was in her pajama bottoms and t-shirt. She looked down and could feel Izuku's - her? - cock brushing against the fabric. She shook her head and headed out.

Her mom and dad were in the living room, getting the last of their things either off them or in a place they could grab in the morning. They smiled tiredly at Ochaco when she emerged and each gave her a hug, too exhausted to notice how their daughter was pivoting her hips away from them.

"Cho-Cho sweetie, I'm so sorry we couldn't be here when you got out of the exams," Her mom hugged her, almost falling on top of her.

"It's okay, Mom," she replied, patting her back. Her dad took her mom off her and held her in a similarly sleepy state.

"Had to pull overtime to keep the project on schedule," her father mumbled by way of explanation. "But we'll have tomorrow off. Promise. Then we can celebrate, my little mochi."

Little mochi? Cute name, Mistress, she heard Izuku whisper in her head.

"Shut up..." she whispered back.

"Hm?"

"O-Oh, nothing Dad. We don't have to do anything too special. Still waiting to see if I get an acceptance letter and everything," Ochaco quickly corrected. "But it would be nice to go out and do something. Maybe go to a park?"

"Well, that one beach not too far from here was recently cleared of all its trash. We can go there, if you want," her dad suggested.

"That sounds nice, yeah."

Ochaco just kind of smiled and nodded as her parents made their way to their bedroom, where they promptly collapsed on their bed. She was glad they were too tired to notice her acting strangely, but a bit sad to see them so thoroughly beat from their rough day. Their latest project had been some underground construction work. They weren't great to work for, but they were the only ones who were taking their company on. And if they got things done by the deadline, that could line up more clients to their door.

Your parents work hard, don't they Mistress? Izuku asked as they went back to her room.

"Yeah. I love them, but I hate seeing them like this. I wish I could help them," she said aloud and sat cross-legged on her bed. She let out a little moan as she felt her member be tugged and Izuku detached himself from her, once again floating overhead.

"Well, that's a little too vague for me to grant, but I'd like to try and come up with something, Mistress," he said. "I just have...rules about how I can use my magic."