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Arc II - Many Firsts [Chapter 4: Pandora's Box]

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The author's musical inspiration:
'Chrissy Costanza - If Looks Could Kill'
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× Izuku's POV ×
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Everything around me is blurry and I'm disoriented, don't know where I am. Somewhere you shouldn't be doing this, that much I sense. I guess it doesn't really matter, though.

Only Kacchan matters, since he's clear to my vision.

Kacchan, who is on his knees and is pulling down my pants and boxers at this very moment. I'm already hard, just waiting for him. Kacchan, who now takes my penis by the base. Our eyes lock as he takes my shaft in his mouth, sucking him in with relish. I moan loudly. That's exactly what I've been waiting for.

Then Kacchan gets down to business with his mouth and his tongue, treating me to all the rules of the art. It feels incredible, although I can't quite put my finger on it as it's my first. Nevertheless, I enjoy the feeling of him sucking me and the sight of him doing it. Especially, the way my shaft slides into his mouth over and over.

My sense of time is out of order. When I try to grasp the time that ticks by while he pampers me, it runs undefined through my fingers. Basically, I just hope we can continue like this forever.

Only now, as I avert my gaze from Kacchan into the distance, do the surroundings suddenly get clearer and reveal themselves to me in a way. It's still not as clear as Kacchan but shows that we're in some wide corridor. This corridor seems both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. When I look to my left, there's someone there unexpectedly. Strangely enough, I'm not startled, instead keep looking around. As I do, more and more people appear out of nowhere.

The spawning people are forming a cluster around us, watching unabashedly as Kacchan gives me a blow job. I try to recognize the people, but every time I think I know who they are, their faces blur again. Somehow this is kind of freaky, somehow it's also not important.

The pleasant feeling between my thighs draws my attention back down to Kacchan. Kacchan is important.

He carries on and doesn't pay any attention to the spectators at all.

Apart from the sounds of Kacchan's activities and my fervent panting, which hits my ear canals like a loud echo in a giant atrium, it's dead silent.

The spectators don't say a word and keep staring. Although I'm no longer looking to them, I can clearly feel their presence. I can clearly feel their eyes on me, and only on me. Like a tickling on my brain.

Kacchan is important, the rest is not, I say to myself once more. As I observe him, I wonder, how someone can be this damn handsome and sexy.

Then my base tightens abruptly, and I orgasm. Kacchan swallows greedily as I cum. The sensation is almost unbearably awesome.

Yet, something is off. The feeling subsides but the cum doesn't stop. It should have stopped by now. My cum comes out of me like from an open water hose, and doesn't get less, keeps pouring and pouring and pouring. Just what am I supposed to do?!

Kacchan can't keep up, naturally. He starts to choke. Why is he still trying to swallow anyway?! I don't want that! Stop!

The cum is running all over his body now. I'm already standing in a puddle of my own cum which is growing bigger within seconds.

I panic and my eyes get wet.

"Kacchan!!!"

Suddenly I hear the spectators collectively babbling as if in an incantation, "It won't stop."