Chapter 417 - My SI Stash #17 - Welcome to My (Hero) Parlor by Amazon Climber (MHA) (1/2)

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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)

”Ah, excuse me.”

The young man looked up from the reception desk, a hint of puzzlement on about half his face. He didn't have any appointments for a couple of hours; a walk in already? That's a good sign. Then he saw the mop of unruly green hair lining an adorable face with gentle features and large green eyes. Oh, hey, that's unexpected, he thought. He then stood, pushing a smile onto his face, and gently bowed his head.

”Welcome to my humble parlor. How can I serve you?”

”Ah,” the young woman started, before her face lit up with an adorable blush as she realized she was talking to a moderately attractive young man. She stuttered for a moment, then managed to stammer ”I- your s-sign... You're, um, you're a Quirk therapist?”

Oh no, he thought, a slight sinking feeling in his c_h_e_s_t. She has no idea what she's in for. Well, best to clear things up now so he doesn't scare her too badly, then maybe he can salvage this. ”Yes, that's correct. But-”

”But you're so young,” she exclaimed, then - somehow - managed to go even redder.

”Yeah, I get that a lot,” he said, not pointing out that she had little room to talk; he was three years her senior, after all. ”Anyway, miss...” he continued, as if he didn't already know how to address her.

”Sorry!” she exclaimed, and bowed her head. ”Midoriya Ikuko. N-nice to meet you!”

”Yamada Taro.” At her incredulous look, he rolled his eyes - not that she'd notice. ”Yes, really. Someone has to be. Anyway, Midoriya-san, I'm afraid you might be a little confused as to what services I actually provide.”

”Um,” she began, ”Are you- can you not help me get my Quirk under control? Because the last time I used it, I broke my arm and both legs, and I'm about to start at UA, and...”

He sighed, and decided to interrupt her runaway train of thought before it could build up too much steam. ”Yes, that's absolutely something I can help you with. But-” he held a hand up at her excited expression, bringing whatever was next to a stop.

”Look, I'm just going to come out and say it. Are you familiar with the concept of a Soapland? Happy Ending?” He huffed at her blank look. ”Okay then. Yes, I'm a Quirk therapist. But that's only incidental. As a matter of fact, I'm a p_r_o_s_t_i_t_u_t_e.”

It clearly took a few seconds for her brain to process exactly what he had just said. Then the stammering began, and it took a full minute before she was able to spit out something that sounded like a question. Exactly what she was asking, he didn't know, but he could hazard a guess.

”The law's a funny thing sometimes,” he began. ”Selling s_e_x for money? That's a pretty serious crime. But you know what isn't a crime?” Taking her sputtering as a no, he continued, ”Selling a massage, and then deciding to have s_e_x with your client after you get to know each other. Or, in my case, selling my services as a Quirk therapist, and then using my Quirk, Tantric Empowerment, to help the process.”

She managed to mutter something that sounded vaguely like ”Tantric Empowerment?”

”Oh, it's an amazing Quirk,” Taro said with a smile. He really was proud of how potent it'd turned out to be. ”It's a workout regimen, an internship, and a Quirk training program all rolled into one and hyper-condensed. I can even focus it, giving you - for example - all the benefits in Quirk training.”

Her pupils widened a bit, making her gape-mouthed expression look less horrified and more shocked. ”Of course, like the name implies, it's a s_e_x Quirk.” And there's the horror again.

Taro rubbed the back of his head, and lowered his gaze a bit. Hopefully this will get easier with time, he thought. ”So, yeah,” he continued, ”it requires me to have s_e_x with the person I'm giving the benefits to. And as it turns out, most of my clients so far are more interested in that than the Quirk itself. I'm hoping that'll change as I get more word of mouth, but...”

Ikuko was looking down at the floor, teeth clenched and eyes shaking. Taro sighed, and sat back down.

”Look,” he said, ”this clearly isn't what you were looking for. I've got a couple of legitimate contacts, maybe...”

”I want to do it,” she said.

Taro blinked, not sure if he heard her right.

”Your Quirk,” she asked, voice quivering, ”it's really that effective?”

”Absolutely. Lying about something like that is way more illegal than prostitution.”

Ikuko took a deep breath. ”Then I want to do it. If... if something like... that... will help me regulate the power of my Quirk,” she said, a look of determination crossing her face as her eyes shined with tears, ”then I'll do it. If I can't even take that step, how can I call myself a hero?”

Ah, Taro thought, Izuku or Ikuko, she's still the same little self-sacrificing cinnamon bun.

”In that case,” he said, taking out a receipt book, ”were you planning on paying in cash today?”

——

Taro gently knocked on the door, and asked ”are you ready for me?” Hearing a stammered affirmative, he opened the door to the massage room. Ikuko lay face down on the table in the center, trembling but completely nude. She had a farmer's tan; for some reason, he didn't expect that. Months of working in the sun had left arms and neck dark but the rest of her a warm pale hue. What he was expecting - anticipating, even - were the bulky muscles defining her form. She was no All-Might, and thank God for that, but ten months of high intensity training had given her a more impressive set than most men, let alone women. He took a moment to particularly admire her thick calves and pert ass; the fact that it let the subtle scent of his Pheromone Quirk spread through the room was a welcome side effect. Satisfied, he then rubbed his hands together. A thick gel began to form between his palms, almost but not quite the consistency of a high quality lotion. Of course, a lotion wouldn't have the aphrodisiac properties his gel - f_u_c_k the name it gave itself, he refused to call it Mucus - would, so it was worth the trade off.

His firm hands gently pressed into Ikuko's shoulder blades, then slowly slid down her back. As they glided across her, he marveled both at the strength he could feel even with them mostly relaxed, but also the mass of knots she'd developed.

”Midoriya-san,” he asked, ”when's the last time you had a massage?” He tisked at the awkward silence he received in reply.

He transitioned from c_a_r_e_s_sing her muscles to kneading them, slowly breaking up the acc_u_mulated mass of steel cables she'd apparently converted her back and shoulders into. As he sank his fingers into her, he could hear her gasps and whimpers slowly taking on a more sultry tone. By the time he began to work on her legs, she was holding back m_o_a_ns; as his fingers worked into her springy b_u_t_t_o_c_k_s, she stopped trying to hold them back.

Satisfied with his work, his fingers traced beneath her cheeks, feather-light touches making her wriggle and writhe. Her legs parted just a little, revealing a thatch of dark green that had begun to glisten with wetness. Tentatively he slid a finger between her lips, and while she jolted at the unexpected sensation, she didn't pull away. He continued stroking the silky folds between her outer l_a_b_i_a, feeling her start to move her h_i_p_s against his hand. Her breath hitched, and she started to pant. Gently, he began running his other fingers along her outer lips, and was rewarded with a m_o_a_ning gasp of unmistakable p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e. Then, before things could come to a head, he pulled his hand away, and gently patted her ass. Her frustrated mewl was music to his ears.

”Would you mind turning over?” he asked, and after a couple shuddering breaths, Ikuko pressed up to one side, then laid on her back. Everything from face to clavicle were tomato red, but the look in her eyes made it clear she wasn't planning on backing down now. Again Taro admired her, tracing the musculature of her stomach, and marveled at the definition he could feel. He then looked up at her face, and seeing a hint of discomfort at the admiration of her muscles, smiled reassuringly.

”You're gorgeous,” he murmured, not even having to exaggerate for once. ”And strong, too. You're going to be an amazing hero.”

Tomato had just become eggplant. He started to wonder if it was possible for a person to die of embarrassment.

Before she could respond, he began to slide his hands up to her c_h_e_s_t, then rubbed a pair of fingers against the cool swell of her firm b_r_e_a_s_ts. Gently he began to trace his fingers along them, fingertips sinking slightly into her soft, almost springy flesh. She gasped, then m_o_a_n_e_d as he squeezed her, hands clenching and unclenching as he continued this focused attention. When he started to brush her small, caramel-colored n_i_p_p_l_es, the shuddering whimper was immediate.

You're such a s_e_n_s_i_t_i_v_e little thing, he didn't say, because unlike the frustrated housewives that made up the bulk of his client base, she wouldn't appreciate the teasing. She was shy enough as it is; if she felt like he was making fun of her, he was sure she'd shut down. No, the boyfriend experience, that was what he'd decided on. So, pushing aside the urge to torment her a little, to hint at but not give her what she wanted until she either begged or demanded, he instead gently brought his mouth to one of them, then began to softly nibble.

That may have been a little much, he mused, as Ikuko immediately began to shudder and pant once again. He hadn't even finished her massage yet. Still, he decided, as he squeezed her other b_r_e_a_s_t, it's not like she was complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact; she began to run her hands though his hair. Well, he thought, as he began to suck at her, no reason to stop now. He savored the slight salty taste that entered his mouth, the soft feeling between his fingers as he tugged and squeezed at the other, the increasingly frantic m_o_a_ns filling his ears.

After a few minutes enjoying her cries of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e, he popped his lips from her now thoroughly-erect n_i_p_p_l_e. Before she could fall too far from her plateau, he replaced it with his other hand, then brought himself to her other b_r_e_a_s_t. Either this one was even more s_e_n_s_i_t_i_v_e, or she was closer than he'd thought, because in less than a minute he felt her body begin to buck, h_i_p_s trying to grind against a hardness that wasn't there. Her mouth opened in a wordless cry, and her arms wrapped around his head as she came. He continued the pressure a little longer, letting her ride the o_r_g_a_s_m out, then slowly pulled away and c_a_r_e_s_sed her cheek. Incredibly s_e_n_s_i_t_i_v_e, he thought, as she muttered incoherently.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, he worked quietly on her athletic musculature, letting her recover from what he assumed was her first o_r_g_a_s_m in the company of another person. But as he finished with her powerful legs, he saw a look of need on her face once again. Once again, his fingers drifted between those legs, c_a_r_e_s_sing her now thoroughly-saturated hair. This time, he slid one hand down her leg, then moved to grasp the other. He firmly pulled her towards the edge of the table, and her eyes opened wide as she grasped his intentions.

”Yamada-san, what...” she began to ask, and he answered by kneeling down, lowering his face to her t_h_i_g_hs. She quickly moved to cover herself. ”No,” she stuttered, ”I- that's-”

No, not that stupid cliche. He's going to nip that bit of body shame in the bud immediately.

”Ikuko-chan,” he purred, ”let me give you a bit of advice. When a man you plan to have s_e_x with is putting his head between your legs, the correct responses are yes, please, or...” he continued with a mischievous smirk, ”...good boy.”

He forced himself to keep a straight face as she completely failed to formulate a response. Oh, when she got a little more confidence she was going to be fun. For now, he gently but firmly began to apply pressure to either side of her t_h_i_g_hs, and - with just a moment of hesitation - she let him spread her.

Ordinarily, he'd start with those t_h_i_g_hs, building the anticipation before moving in. But he didn't want her to mistake playfulness for hesitation, and so he quickly lowered his mouth to her. He inhaled deeply, savoring the heady aroma, as he parted her hair and lips with his tongue and began to l_a_p at the silky folds beneath. Salty tartness flowed over his tongue as he gently licked, getting her used to the sensation before starting to mix things up. She had no idea what she liked yet, so he warmed her up with a little of everything, l_i_c_k_i_n_g, s_u_c_k_i_n_g, and nibbling at her and taking note of what got a particularly positive reaction. A gasp when he flicked across her inner l_a_b_i_a rapidly; a m_o_a_n when he licked them slowly; a cry of ecstasy as he tugged at them with his lips. Fingers twisted in his hair as he teased her c_l_i_t with his tongue, then held his head against her once he slid lower and drove it into her depths.

Her legs squeezed his head as he c_a_r_e_s_sed her inner walls with his tongue, reveling in the thick tang within her. In barely the space of a minute, her powerful h_i_p_s began to buck once more. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around her tensed legs, giving him the leverage he needed to keep his face against her and give her the attention she was due. She pleaded incoherently. Keep going? Have mercy? He didn't know, so he was going to err on the side of seeing how many times he could make her come. Then finally, with a scream of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e and a face-soaking spray of s_e_x_u_a_l fluids, she reached the last o_r_g_a_s_m she could stand. Her hands pushed at him as her pelvis jolted like she'd been electrocuted, and he pulled himself from her shaking t_h_i_g_hs.

A m_o_a_ning giggle and thousand yard stare greeted him, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks. Then, finally, she returned to coherence, and sat up with a start. Tears of shame filled her eyes when she saw how drenched she'd left him.

”I- I'm so sorry,” she stammered, only to be interrupted by a soft ”hey.” Taro stood and licked his lips exaggeratedly, making a show of enjoying her taste.

”There's nothing to be ashamed of,” he reassured her. ”It means I did a good job.”

Seeing her quivering face, he then took her in his arms and held her, stroking her back as the enormity of this new experience overwhelmed her. As her tears subsided, Taro c_a_r_e_s_sed her face. Her watery eyes looked at him with an affection he really hoped wasn't going to bite him in the ass. Still, he'd come this far; it was time to bring the boyfriend experience to a close.

”Are you ready, Ikuko-chan?” he asked, then waited for her reluctant nod. He held her hand and pulled her to her feet, then guided her to the towel-covered mattress the law permitted him to use. As she lay down, he slowly removed his clothes, letting her settle into the idea of what was about to happen. It also gave him time to focus on the charge of energy he'd been building up this entire time, priming it and shaping it so it'd give her the benefit she'd paid him for.

Now fully nude and ready to go, he sauntered towards her, watching her big green eyes as she took him in. He knew was nothing special; tall but too lanky to make it work, and his little heteromorphia didn't help. But between his confidence, blatant d_e_s_i_r_e, and the combination of pleasant chemicals she'd been marinating in since the massage began, she was looking at him with a mix of wonder and hunger. And, he noticed, not a small amount of apprehension. Especially once he saw those eyes fix on his already-hard p_e_n_i_s. She suddenly took a sharp breath, as something suddenly occurred to her.

”Um, Yamada-san, you're going to use a c_o_n_d_o_m, right?” she asked.

”I'm on the pill,” he lied. In actuality, it was a fertility-toggling minor Quirk he'd picked up back in high school. He wasn't going to explain that to a client, though, especially not All-Might's protege. ”Ordinarily I would - I do -” he explained, ”but my Quirk only works through direct fluid exchange.”

Ikuko took that bit of information into consideration, then nodded her assent. With that go-ahead received, he knelt between her legs and brushed his hard erection against her lips teasingly. He was maybe - maybe - a little above average, but from the look of worry in Ikuko's eyes he may as well have been gifted with a third leg. He could see her muscles clenching, and could guess that included some very vital muscles as well. So rather than move in, he placed a hand on her abdomen and c_a_r_e_s_sed the straining muscles affectionately.

”Relax,” he admonished her. ”If you tense up like that, then it is going to hurt. If you're not ready yet, I can wait as long as you need.”

She paused, nodded, and began to breathe deeply, psyching herself up for what was next. Taro petted her stomach and legs affectionately while he waited, letting her get used to the hardness now resting against her l_a_b_i_a. Then, as her muscles finally relaxed, he began to gently, but firmly, push into her. He slid into her slick depths gradually, giving her time to adjust, but with a painless ease that Ikuko was clearly not expecting. At least, that's what he assumed from her surprised expression as his h_i_p_s pressed against hers, all of him now held within her.

”See,” he said encouragingly, ”nothing to be nervous about.”

The quivering smile spreading across her face could have melted stone.

Pausing briefly to let her adjust to the new sensations, he slowly began to draw himself out, then pushed himself back into her. She was soaking wet, and hot, hotter than anyone he'd felt before. While she lacked the practiced grip of someone who knows how and when to squeeze, her natural tightness was still more than enough to make every thrust feel like bliss. He'd become an expert at outlasting his clients, even the demanding ones, but he had to actively fight the urge to just let go, to bring things to a sudden and embarrassing ending.

Ikuko, of course, had no clue about Taro's struggle. If she did, she wouldn't be wrapping her well-built legs around his waist, locking him against her with surprising strength. She certainly wouldn't be gripping his hair and pulling him into an unexpected kiss. Although that, at least, was a fortunate development; it shocked him enough to push him back from the plateau he was rapidly reaching. Really, he groused to himself, I thought everyone knew a p_r_o_s_t_i_t_u_t_e's lips were sacrosanct. Nevertheless, he met her tongue with his as he rocked his body against hers, and let her m_o_a_n blissfully into his mouth.

Time passed. Hours? Probably not, but as he lost himself in the sensation of her grinding herself against him, him driving himself into her, it could very well have been. Their bodies shined with sweat. He'd lost track of how many times he'd felt her snug walls clench around him, hungrily squeezing him like they wanted to milk him dry. He wanted to keep going; he wanted it so badly it hurt. He hadn't felt genuine passion from a partner in months. He hadn't had a partner who wanted him instead of needing to fill a desperate void in their lives in days. But ultimately, holding back the o_r_g_a_s_m he felt building up inside of him was like trying to push back the tide.

The sheer force of it knocked the wind out of him, leaving him gasping in shock. He'd come harder, he knew he had, but the windswept shreds of his conscious mind didn't have a clue when. Nor did he care. All he wanted in that moment was to fill her, to fire his s_e_m_e_n as deep inside of her as possible, to let her wring out every drop. He barely even felt the primed spark release along with it, igniting the potential that'd been building inside of Ikuko since the moment he touched her.

Ghostly lavender flames enveloped her, radiating from her like an aura. Her arms wrapped tightly around the two of them and she cried out, the power overwhelming her as it infused her. As the flames began to fade, they were replaced by pink lightning, searing across her skin before bursting forth in crackling green electrical energy. Her limbs now squeezed around him with the force of a hydraulic press, and for a moment he wondered if this was how he was going to die again. All in all, not a bad way to go, except the severe psychological trauma it'd inflict on her. But before anything could rupture, the energy faded from her, leaving him gasping for breath, and her passed out, a smile on her face.

———

”...But I never even imagined I could use my Quirk this way!” she rambled excitedly, as she dried her hair. ”It's not like how - I mean, that is, I don't know if I would have ever thought of this without you.”

Taro shook his head. ”You're not giving yourself enough credit, you'd have gotten it eventually. All my Quirk does is speed things up.” She would have, too. Still, Full Cowl before her first day of classes... he wondered how many butterflies he'd just unleashed on the world. He wanted to decide it wasn't his problem. He settled for deciding that was future Taro's problem, and who cares about that guy?

”Still, I don't know how I can thank you enough,” she said, and Taro snorted in response.

”You paid cash; that's all the thanks I need.”

Ikuko blinked for a moment and then blushed; apparently the mercenary nature of their transition had completely slipped her mind. Yeah, this was definitely going to bite him in the ass. Better give her a little reminder of his job description. So he put on his best playful smirk, and said ”Anyway, if you're really grateful, think about sending some of your cute classmates this way.” As she sputtered at the idea, he winked at her. ”Maybe I'll even give you a freebie if you bring me enough business.”

Wait, no, why'd he say that!? Stupid suave and playful persona! Stupid adorable reverse harem protagonist in training!

”I'll... I'll think about it, Taro-san,” she said, a glazed look of determination telling him she was already going to find a way. She lingered for a moment longer, then headed out the heavy door, which latched behind her as she went.

”Future Taro's problem, future Taro's problem, future Taro's problem,” he chanted, as he flopped back down on his chair. He then closed his hidden eyes, feeling the new thrum of power he'd unlocked inside himself. A Quirk that could let him transfer any of the Quirks he created, with the exception of itself, to someone else. That... that could be a game-changer. Imagine what a Pro Hero could do with a second Quirk. Imagine what they'd pay if they knew he could give it to them.

...Imagine what a Villain would do to him if they knew he could make them the next All For One. Okay, there's the ice water down his spine he needed to keep himself grounded. He was going to have to keep this one even more of a secret than his real Quirk until he had more than a Swiss Army knife of S_e_x Quirks and barely useful junk. But once he did... well, the possibilities were amazing.

But still, he thought, as he let one of those aforementioned minor Quirks refill his stamina for his next appointment...

...Why did it have to name itself 'Eat This!'?

Chapter 2

”Yamada-sama, please! Please, please, I need to come! Please let me come!”

Taro Yamada held the older woman from behind, one hand groping at her b_r_e_a_s_ts, the other holding the showerhead directly against her neatly-trimmed mound. Her legs were shaking, muscles in her calves and t_h_i_g_hs visibly straining to keep her up. He rubbed his semi-erect member against her firm a_s_s, admiring how her saggy, pudgy b_u_t_t had transformed over the last few months. It was hard to believe this lean, toned beauty was once a paunchy office lady who'd bitterly referred to herself as unsold goods. She'd paid the premium for Tantric Empowerment every single time, and it had thoroughly transformed her into someone who would instantly bring to mind a cougar even if they'd never heard the slang usage.