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Author's Notes
Do not read if you’re too young or if you don’t wanna read some smut. :) Also, not beta-ed, so apologies for language mistakes. I work on the computer and my eyes are burning by the end of the day. But I had some ideas in my head and wanted to try writing again. More characters and more tags will be added as the story progresses. The rating will also go up ;)
The Art of Seduction
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Chapter 1
Click. Click. Click.
“Oh, that looks great ! Keep that pose for me.”
Click. Click. Click.
“Now, push your chest out a little bit. Keep your shy smile. Like you’re the girl next door.”
Click. Click. Click.
“Face the wall, and look back at me honey. Arch your back -- oh, yes, that’s it. That’s it. Hold it!”
Click. Click. Click.
Ochako finally dropped her smile and parted her lips in a small ‘o’. Her eyelashes fanned her pink cheeks, chocolate eyes following the camera without fail.
“Your ass looks great in this shot. The calendar is going to look great.”
Ochako’s smile returned, but it was restrained. “How many more?”
The cameraman moved a strand of hair near her lips and gave her a toothy grin. “Almost done.” The smile was meant to say don’t worry, hang in there but to Ochako, it seemed to say something a bit more.
The hero industry had a double-standard for females. To some it was no surprise. Part of the job was the need to prove their strength and worth as a fighter, but part of it demanded beauty and grace as they were kicking ass. Worse, male pro-heroes were still making more than female pro-heroes. Females also had to be careful of their love lives. Even if a female pro-hero wanted to enjoy a healthy sex life, she’d better keep it on the down low before the media labels her a slut or a whore . Judgement was passed out all around and Ochako was naive to this toxicity while attending UA. Once she turned 18 however, her and her classmates entered a world that worshiped boobs, ass, and youth. Stick those things on a sexy fighter -- oh, watch out! Ochako had a powerful quirk and the looks to boot; soon she found her way soaring to the top in popularity for both women and men.
“You remember in Deku’s room… he had All Might everywhere and it was cute? Because it’s Deku and All Might?” Mina started, taking a drink of her dark coffee. “When a man has your face everywhere with some kind of pink fetish, cute does not begin to describe it.” Mina handed her phone to her friend and let out a small sigh.
Ochako raised her eyes at the image - the bed had Mina’s face, with pink matching dolls. It looked handmade but they were kind of cute. Actually the room looked like it was for a little girl, but the man in the corner, hugging the Mina plushie made it clear he was a big fan, an otaku. “It helps pay the bills, right?”
Mina scoffed a little, taking back the phone in hand. “Yeah. I mean our looks won’t last forever.”
Ochako nodded in agreement, taking a drink of her own coffee. “I want to cut my hair. It is getting in the way.”
Mina looked at her friend thoughtfully, and made a small smile. “I saw your spread the other day. You were floating over a bed and your hair fell around you like some sexy angel. Girl, maybe you should try braids. It could be a new look, you know?”
Ochako felt her face redden at the mention, not quite getting used to be being seen as a kind of sex object to men, even at 26. “Yeah, maybe. I miss the short hair though.”
Mina glanced back up at her friend, her eyes shining. “I wanna tell you somethin’.”
Ochako met her friend’s gaze with equal intensity. “If it is a blind date, I am not interested.”
“No, not that. Though if you were interested, I do have someone in mind for you.”
The shorter girl shook her head. “Spill it then.”
“Have you heard of the ladies auction?”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t sound too good.”
“Yeah, it sounds kind of sleazy, but it’s the second year where female pro-heroes give a date to the highest bidder. Half of the funds go to the charity of your choice. I mean, you can donate all to charity if you want, but it’s not a requirement. Sounds like something you’re into. Good for collecting endorsements too.”
Ochako looked interested. “Are you going to do it?”
Mina gave Ochako a quick wink. “Yeah, I’ll sign up and see what happens. But maybe they only want single heroes.”
“Aren’t you concerned about the...bidders? What if this guy you showed me ends up winning? Can you have a date with him knowing he’ll go back home and…” Ochako left her sentence unfinished but Mina understood where her mind was going.
“And jerk off to one of my plushies?” Mina made a fake barfing sound and frowned. “Well, yeah, I thought of that and called the organizers about who gets to bid. The bidders they let through are certified - whatever that means - with deep pockets. The dates are already chosen in some rich restaurant or fancy cafe with security, just in case something happens. Last year, there weren’t many problems, but there are some men with some twisted fantasies and quirks unknown to us.”
There was something ironic about that -- female pro-heroes needing protection. “You should stay off those boards. That’s why we have assistants you know.” Assistants that took care of the media circus.
“I do try. But sometimes I’m curious.”
“And?”
“ Girl , you don’t wanna know.”
Ochako let her thoughts wander. “Sometimes being a female sucks, huh? Can you imagine a bidder with a mind-control quirk?”
Oh, Uravity. Let your zipper down. Touch yourself. Now, suck my dick.
Mina imagined it and shuddered. “Or a lust quirk?”
Oh, Uravity. Are you okay? Do you need me to touch you? I can make you feel better.
“Or a memory-erase quirk?”
Oh, Uravity. Are you feeling okay? Do you remember who I am?
“Or they all tag-team to get what they want?”
Oh, Uravity - hey hold her down here. Tell her to sit on my face. If she resists, touch her some more till she’s begging for it.
“That’ll be the most pervy villain group, don’t you think?”
Mina glanced out of the coffee shop window, smiling despite the dark conversation. “Or he can be a nice guy that you could actually fall in love with.”
Unlikely .
Ochako followed Mina’s line of sight, spotting a man walking his dog on the road. “The very least is we make some cash.”
Ochako didn’t think she was traditionally sexy, but she could work with the cuteness she got. Her cheeks were still round, but as her assistant, Rena, said -- roundness ain’t a bad thing at all.
“I really think you can pull off any colour boss. Depends what look you’re going for.”
“Well, I’m going as Uravity. Maybe pastel pink? And why can’t I just wear my costume again?” Ochako kept pace with her assistant in the boutique, not showing much interest in wearing such elegant dresses.
“How much money you wanna make? Besides, I read the conditions and they want the ladies in dresses. It sounds kind of like a pageant actually.” Rena pulled out three dresses to try - each were a deep shade of reds or pink. Nothing was subtle. “We have to get a makeup artist and hair stylist too.”
“This seems like more trouble than it is worth.”
Rena gave her boss a friendly push into the changing room. “How about we Instagram this shopping experience and get some people excited for the weekend?”
Ochako smiled back at her assistant, closing the door. At least life was a bit easier for Rena around. “You should get something too. You’re coming right?”
“Yeah, of course. I gotta get some good shots for the gram .”
Ochako slipped into a long dress, a deep wine red that looked almost black with a slit. The front hung dangerously low but the back had an intricate lace pattern that made it a little more classy. While she dressed, she said, “You’re on that thing too much. My fans don’t need to know everything I am doing, or eating, or drinking.”
Rena held her phone up, waiting. “It’s part of the job boss.” When Ochako came out, Rena whistled and smiled. “Let’s see the back.” As Ochako modelled, Rena’s smile grew. “The lace is nice, but it kind of makes your butt a little small. Don’t we wanna show off your ass?”
Ochako gave her assistant a pointed look. “Meaning you wanna show off my ass?”
“If you have it, flaunt it. But it’s up to you. I know your manager wants you to sex up your image, but don’t do something you don’t want to do. Even this auction thing. You can go for other endorsements and sponsors.”
Ochako appraised herself in the mirror, smiling at her reflection and the support she heard. Not bad, but she supposed she could do better. “Alright, let’s keep searching.” She puffed up her cheeks and her assistant mirrored her as a joke. Rena never seemed to lose patience and positivity and she adored Ochako’s so-called purity and innocence. It was part of the package.
Ochako at first didn’t think she needed an assistant for her hero job, but on days like this, she was sure glad to have another girl on her side.
Click. Click. Click.
This kind of click wasn’t from a camera or flashing lights, but it came from her bright red heels slamming down on the catwalk. Her thick, muscled thighs were on fire as adrenaline shot through her.
Click. Click. Click.
Uravity smiled. Turned. Swayed. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulder in gentle waves. She made a slight wave to the crowd. They cheered.
Click. Click. Click.
“Number 4 needs no introduction! She is Japan’s sweetheart, with her sweet smile and sweet cheeks. Don’t be fooled by her charm. She can lift buildings like no other and save the day when all seems lost! Give a warm welcome to Ms. Uravity! Half of her proceedings will go to the Hospital for Sick Children all over Japan!”
Her face flushed a little. It was hot. There was a lot of attention on her. The lights were bright but she steeled herself to remain confident. What did Rena say again? Pretend everyone was in her underwear. It emboldened her a little to turn again and stand boldly like a fierce hero.
Except, she was in a dress.
A sexy one.
One that was tight around her middle, showing off her ass and chest and the small of her waist. The front didn’t fall so low but showed off the swell of her breast and the bottom slit ended right near her hips. The only thing slightly innocent about it was the baby pink colour that matched the pink of her lips.
Click. Click. Click.
She stopped moving now. She could only wait.
“The bidding will start at 1 million yen!”
At least 10 paddles flew up.
“2 million!”
9 paddles
“2.5 million!”
7 paddles. Now, she started to feel uncomfortable.
“3 million!”
The bidding war began.
“5 million!”
Uravity kept her pure smile on her face, but her heart began pounding in her chest. Could people see she was nervous?
“7 million!”
This back-to-back soon zeroed in on three men. One was in his fifties, with salt and pepper-coloured hair. He seemed to be a normal citizen, like a handsome, nice dad type of figure you saw in commercials or magazines. Hot dad guy. DILF.
“8 million!”
Another was far older and smaller. He seemed a little frail too but probably had the money to win if he was some kind of CEO. It was hard to tell with his everyday clothes.
“15 million!”
The third creeped her out. Gold chains. Piggish face. Cigar in hand. He was probably loaded too. He had a chick on his side like decoration.
“21 million!”
Hot dad gave up.
“25 million.”
The CEO-old guy looked thoughtful and hesitant.
Uravity attempted a smoldering look - Rena said she could do it - and urged the old man to keep going.
Pig-face wasn’t backing down. “30 million.”
CEO-old guy was done. Uravity forced a smile.
“30 million…”
There were no other paddles up.
The announcer waited for a minute. “Alright folks. 30 million! 30 million for Ms. Uravity. Going once, going twice--”
“50 million.”
The voice almost made her gasp but she remained frozen. She knew who it came from before seeing him come forth from the shadows.
And oh my. When he finally did, her smile disappeared.
He wasn’t in costume; he actually showed up in a deep navy blue suit that was a little tight for his broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His ash blonde hair was still wild, but the bottom part was cut close to his head, polishing his adult look. Although a deep scar ran along his neck to his jawline, it made him even more frighteningly handsome.
His red eyes were unreadable when he walked close enough to her, his paddle in the air. She wondered if she was going to throw it at pig-face but he didn’t need to. She could feel something powerful emitting from him. It wasn’t his usual Bakurage . She couldn’t place the feeling, but it was heavy and a bit scary - it had been years since they last saw each other.
But whatever was this thing he exuded, it made her heart pound harder and harder, as if daring to burst through her chest. The very last thing she expected tonight was Katsuki Bakugo joining in on this bidding war. Something hot was kindling deep below her stomach.
Then his red eyes met hers. Her cheeks burned with that alone.
Somehow Ochako knew her life wouldn’t be the same after this.