Chapter Text
Ochako Uraraka, a student of Class 1-A, walked through the busy streets of Kanagawa in search of a specific building: a massage parlor. She wore a simple white shirt and pink baggy pants, her face glistening with sweat as she trekked under the harsh sun. It took her a while, but she eventually came to a stop in front of a large, imposing structure.
“This is the building, I suppose,” she muttered, glancing at the note given to her by her classmate, Momo Yaoyorozu.
The day before, Mr. Aizawa had assigned a group project for their health class regarding different methods of relaxation for heroes. Ochako felt lucky to be grouped with Momo and Midoriya; with the class's top intellects on her side, they had brainstormed their three topics in record time: manual therapy, hydrotherapy, and animal-based therapy.
In layman’s terms as Momo had quickly explained they were looking into massages, hot spring baths, and cat cafés. To keep the workload fair, they split the tasks, and Ochako was assigned massage therapy. At first, she had been worried as authentic massages were expensive, and she was always conscious of her budget. However, Momo had insisted on helping, handing her a note and explaining that she had already booked and paid for an appointment for her. Without further hesitation, Ochako had set off. The humid air felt like a wet blanket, making the thought of a cool massage room the only thing keeping her feet moving, finally arriving at the location on the slip.
As she entered the building, she checked the directory. There it was on the 7th floor: Kei Massage. As the elevator doors opened with a ding, she moved quickly, the note slipping from her pocket unnoticed as she stepped inside.
The doors slid shut just as a security guard picked up the paper. He glanced at it briefly before tossing it into a nearby trash can.
“What are you doing?” a janitor asked, pausing from her floor-scrubbing.
“Oh, just a note,” the guard replied, eyes fixed on the elevator floor indicator as it climbed toward the 7th. “Another one got it wrong.”
“Is it about that massage parlor?” she asked. “Key Massage, right?”
“Well...” the guard sighed. “Another one mistook it for the other place. Kei Massage.”
“We’re having that problem once a week now,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Well since some of them went to the right place, I guess it’s nothing.”
They both returned to their duties, leaving the girl to head toward the wrong destination, completely unaware.
“This is our special herbal tea; it will help you relax,” a woman said, placing a small cup of warm liquid in front of her. She was tall with striking purple hair, dressed in a crisp white nurse’s uniform. “Please, drink it before we get started.”
“Thank you very much!” Ochako chirped. She took a slow sip, noting the unfamiliar flavor. It was a far cry from the cheap tea she usually drank at home. Some fancy blend, I guess. As expected of Momo, she thought.
She took a moment to scan the room. It was a sterile, simple white space furnished with a few chairs, a nurse’s station, and anatomical posters of the human body. Her eyes landed on a collection of framed photos featuring various heroes. In one, she recognized the Pro Hero Uwabami posing with the same purple-haired nurse. Seeing a famous hero in the gallery put her mind at ease; she took it as proof that the establishment was legitimate.
A few minutes passed, and the nurse returned, a wide smile stretching across her face.
“Miss Ochako, you’re here for the special course, right?” the nurse asked, gesturing toward a door on the right. “Thank you for waiting. We are ready for you; please proceed to this room.”
Ochako nodded and stood up. She didn’t notice the nurse’s smile widen as she saw the empty tea cup. “Thank you for the tea; it was very good!”
“No... thank you,” the nurse replied. Her tone shifted slightly, but Ochako was already moving toward the next room and didn't catch the change.
The new room was decorated in deep browns and filled with a heavy atmosphere. Everything from the wallpaper to the potted plants—and even the single massage table—seemed perfectly coordinated. In the corner sat a stick of incense. It hadn't been lit when they arrived, but as soon as Ochako stepped into the center of the room, the nurse sparked it to life.
“You will find a set of clothes for the special course in there,” the nurse said, pointing toward an adjoining room.
“Um, excuse me!” Ochako called out as she stepped from the changing room.
She was now dressed in an incredibly small set of white lingerie. The bra was so minimal it barely covered her areola, and the panties were so tiny she could see her pubic hair poking out from the edges.
“Are you sure this is the right clothing for the 'Special Course'?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Yes, ma'am,” the nurse replied, looking feignedly confused. “Is this your first professional massage?”
“Yes,” Ochako nodded, her face flushing a deep crimson. She tried to hide her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other, feeling completely exposed.
“Well, no wonder you're surprised,” the nurse said smoothly. “During this specific treatment, direct pressure must be applied to as much skin as possible. That’s why the attire is so minimal. If you're worried, I can assure you it's standard; even our male customers for the 'Special Course' only wear thin swimming trunks.”
“But...” Ochako started, trying to find the words to argue.
“Everyone who takes this course says the same thing their first time, but take my word for it,” the woman interrupted, her voice dropping into an unnervingly calming tone. “It won't bother you at all once the massage begins.”
Ochako quickly tried to rationalize the situation. Since she was already here—and presumably, Momo had already paid—she figured she might as well continue.
“A-Alright,” Ochako muttered, nodding. She climbed onto the massage table and sat down nervously. “Please... take care of me.”
“Um, Miss?” The nurse smiled and opened the door. “I’m not your masseur.”
“What?”
Before she could ask for clarification, a familiar face entered the room. He was short, with distinct purple orbs atop his head. Ochako’s face turned a deep shade of crimson the moment the boy recognized her.
“Uraraka-san?” Mineta asked, looking completely bewildered.
“Mineta-kun?!” Ochako squeaked, desperately trying to cover herself.
They had only been classmates for a month, but having survived life-and-death situations together during the USJ incident, seeing him in this setting was a massive shock. “What are you doing here?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Mineta replied. He walked further into the room and climbed onto a large chair to reach the proper height. “But since I’m getting paid, I won't ask any more questions. Please, lay down.”
“No, no, no!” Ochako stammered, her face burning as she tried to cover herself. “What are you even doing here?!”
“You didn’t look at the diplomas displayed outside?” he replied, his expression uncharacteristically neutral. “I may be young, but I’m a certified masseur.”
“That’s not the point!” she said, her breathing becoming shallow and fast. “Why are you my masseur?”
“My other colleagues are all busy with clients right now, and the nurse only handles casual massages.”
“Then I want that!” Ochako blurted out, her eyes darting everywhere but his face. “Give me the casual massage, then!”
“I can do that, but this is for Aizawa-sensei’s project, right?” he countered. “And Momo paid for the authentic experience. Do you really want to disappoint your teammates?” He turned toward the door. “I’ll leave you to think about it for a moment, okay?”
He stepped out and closed the door, leaving a crimson-faced Ochako alone to decide whether she could actually go through with this.
After a few minutes, Mineta returned to the room. He could see Ochako was already sweating, her breathing heavy as she remained lost in her own thoughts. He then noticed the smell of the incense thick and smile before continuing.
“So, have you thought about it?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Ochako replied. She had weighed her options; she simply couldn't bring herself to disappoint Momo—or especially Deku. She nodded slowly. “Please... take care of me.”
“Then take this,” Mineta said with a small smile. He walked toward a drawer, pulled out a black eye mask, and handed it to her.
“What’s this?” she asked, turning it over in her hands. “A mask?”
“Specifically, an eye mask,” he replied. He climbed onto a small stool and began pouring massage oil onto his hands. “It’s part of the Special Course. It helps you focus on the sensation of the movements on your body. Please, put it on and lie down.”
Ochako took one last look at him before nodding. she slipped the mask over her eyes and lay face-down on the table. “Please... take care of me.”
The moment her vision was obscured, Mineta’s professional mask crumbled. A predatory grin spread across his face, and he began to drool as he looked over Ochako’s developing body before wiping it off with his clothes. Mineta then stepped onto the large chair, positioning himself so he was looking directly down at Ochako’s back from behind.
“I’m going to apply a special oil now,” he said, his voice low as he tipped the bottle over her spine.
Ochako shivered, her skin prickling at the sudden, cold sensation on her bare back.
“I will now start the massage. Feel free to comment on the pressure,” Mineta added.
Ochako suddenly felt his hands press down. To her surprise, they felt much larger and firmer than she expected for someone of his stature. As he began spreading the oil across her shoulder blades, the force of his palms made her squirm against the table. He started at the top, kneading her shoulders with a practiced motion before slowly working his way down.
“Since when can y-you do this?” Ochako asked, her voice trembling.
The oil, once cold, was rapidly turning warm against her skin. In her hazy state, she didn't even notice how his hands grazed the sides of her breasts as he swept outward.
“From a very young age, Uraraka-san,” Mineta replied. He seemed intensely focused, his hands gliding up and down her back in long, sweeping strokes. Every once in a while, he paused to spread more oil before moving his hands higher to massage her neck and the base of her skull.
“The-re… ahh…”
The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it. A soft moan echoed in the quiet room. Oh no, I moaned! she thought frantically, her face heating up beneath the mask. Please, don't let him think I'm a pervert!
She squeezed her eyes shut in her mask, her heart hammering against her ribs, but the heavy scent of the incense made it harder and harder to care about her embarrassment.
He stayed there for a long time, focused entirely on her upper back. By now, Ochako’s body felt incredibly warm, and she found herself moaning softly every once in a while in response to his touch. In her dazed state, she didn't even hear him announce that he was moving to her lower back.
“Ahhh!” she gasped.
She felt the cool splash of more oil hit her backside before his hands cupped her, spreading the liquid lower and lower.
“Wh-what are you… ngghhnn… doing, Mineta-kun?” she stammered, her grip tightening on the table.
“I’m just following standard procedure,” he replied smoothly.
He began to massage both cheeks, his hands moving like a dance. Her white lingerie was now soaked through, damp with a mix of massage oil and her own sweat. Every once in a while, his movements became more invasive, stretching ass cheeks making her moan slightly higher. “Do you want me to apply more pressure?”
“N-no… noo… nghghh…” she moaned.
She was feeling everything; the weight of his hands, the slickness of the warm oil, and the way it made her body squirm against the padding of the table. “It’s… nhhngg… perfect.”
She noticed he had stopped for a moment, and the faint thud of a chair being moved echoed in the room. Then, his hands resumed their work, moving to her thighs and spreading more oil. Her body was so warm and her head so fuzzy that she barely registered the fact that his thumbs were grazing her entrance, even through the thin fabric of her clothes.
“Ahhhhh!!”
She moaned, a violent shiver racking her body as a new sensation hit her. With her eyes covered by the mask, every feeling was magnified twofold. His hands didn't stop; they continued to massage her thighs, moving low toward her knees before sweeping back up. Each time his hands returned to the top of her legs, they brushed against her again.
The massage continued for a very long time. Ochako lost all track of the minutes, her mind drifting. She didn't even know how many times she had shivered, lost in that cloud-like feeling, before he finally stopped.
“Are you okay, Uraraka-san?” Mineta asked after Ochako had a moment to recover. “How does it feel?”
“It’s go-od...” she replied, her voice breathy. Her mind was clouded, but she felt more relaxed than she had in months. The lingering trauma of the USJ incident and the stress of her demanding schoolwork seemed to have simply evaporated.
“Well, now please turn around,” he instructed. “I’m going to do your front.”
Ochako complied without a word, her body feeling heavy, warm, and loose. She rolled over onto her back, her movements sluggish and relaxed as mineta once again moved the chair.
As she settled, she felt the slick warmth of the oil being applied to her stomach. She let out a low moan at the pressure his hands brought as they moved upward, kneading the muscles of her hips before climbing higher. The sensation traveled up her torso; however, he avoided her breasts entirely, his hands sweeping outward to hit her shoulders once again before settling on the muscles of her neck.
He moved to massage her temples, his hands slowly tracing a path downward—over her neck, across her shoulders, and back down her torso. As he reached her chest, he poured more oil over her skin. He reached for the thin ties of her top, undoing them and letting the minimal fabric fall away to leave her breasts free.
Ochako didn't protest; she simply let out a low, airy moan. Mineta stared down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and her firm, pink nipples. A smirk spread across his face before he began to massage her, drawing another loud moan from her lips.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
He began to knead her breasts, cupping one with his palm while using the fingers of his other hand to roll over her areola. The sensation forced a sharp, heavy moan from deep in her throat.
“Yess... nhhhnnnggg...” she whimpered.
He watched as a thin trail of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, her head lolling back as she surrendered entirely to the sensation. He continued to massage her breasts for a long time, and she felt that familiar, overwhelming rush several more times, moaning every time a new wave of pleasure pulsed through her.
Eventually, he stopped and moved further down her body. Ochako didn't say a word, even as she felt the cool splash of oil hit her navel. With a simple, firm pull, he removed her soaked panties, leaving her completely exposed.
“I will now massage your thighs,” he said, his voice low as he moved the chair into position between her legs. “Please tell me if you want more pressure.”
She replied only with a soft, broken moan as she felt the oil pour onto her thighs once again. His hands soon followed, pressing into her left thigh and sliding downward in long, firm strokes.
“Ahhh... nhhngg...”
She moaned as he massaged her legs, his hands moving up and down slowly, kneading away the lingering soreness in her muscles. All she could do now was moan, whispering for him to go harder as his hands worked over her body. She didn't offer a word of protest when he spread her legs apart, guiding them into an M-shape that left her completely vulnerable.
“I will now try to clear away all of your impurities, Uraraka-san,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
He looked down at her damp, pink center untouched and ripe for the taking as the heavy scent of the incense continued to cloud her mind.
“Ahhh!”
Ochako cried out as she felt a finger enter her. She quickly reached a peak of intensity, feeling a rush of fluid escape her as if she were losing control. My god, is this a real massage? she wondered dizzily. No wonder people do this—it feels so good!
She felt the finger move rhythmically in and out of her body. It was jarring at first, but after a few slow strokes, the sensation became incredibly pleasurable. Her body began to move instinctively against his hand, and she subconsciously squeezed her muscles around him. Then, a second finger was inserted, making her moan even harder. She was sure she was leaking, but the fluid didn't feel like anything she had experienced before. Everything was dark behind her mask, but the pleasure was undeniable as she felt a third finger join the others.
“Do you want it faster, Uraraka-san?” she heard him ask.
She could feel his other hand on her thighs, widening her while continuing to massage the sensitive skin there.
“Ahhh... ahhh... f-as-t-er... gnhhn,” she managed to gasp out, her head tossing from side to side as she moaned his name between ragged breaths.
“Uraraka-san, are you still with me?” Mineta asked, looking down at her.
Her body was shivering, her skin glowing under the light from the coating of oil, and her own fluids had heavily stained the massage table. He had been using his fingers for a full hour, being incredibly thorough; slowing down as she approached the brink and then moving with frantic speed as she peaked. In just the span of sixty minutes, he had learned every one of her most sensitive spots.
“Uraraka-san!”
When she didn’t reply as her only response being a broken moan and heavy, ragged breathing. he jumped down from the chair and hurried to a drawer. He quickly stripped off his white pants, which were stained with the fluids that had sprayed as she lost control. He discarded his boxers and reached for an extra-large condom, fitting it over himself. Despite his short stature, he was surprisingly well-endowed. He quickly returned to the chair and then stepped up to stand on the edge of the table.
“Uraraka-san,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. “We are moving on to the real part of the massage now. Are you ready?”
“Haaa♥!!”
Ochako moaned loudly as she felt something incredibly large enter her. Even in her fuzzy, semi-conscious state, she could feel his hands widening her legs once again before that large object was thrust deep inside, bottoming her out. Within seconds, it was moving rhythmically in and out. The sensation was so intense that she reached another peak almost instantly, her body arching off the table.
“Ha! ♥ Ha! ♥!”
“So good... ♥♥!” Ochako cried out. Her body moved instinctively with the rhythm; she had no idea what had been inserted into her, but her clouded mind only knew that she wanted more of it. “So good! ♥”
“You’re just pent up, Ochako,” she heard Mineta say, his voice strained with effort. “Do you have any other spots that need massaging?” Mineta asked, his voice strained.
“Ha! ♥ Ha! ♥! Ha! ♥ ahn! ♥!”
Other spots... massage? Her mind was racing, barely able to process the question through the waves of sensation.
ahn! ♥!”
“Please... massage my breasts!!” she moaned, her body arching off the table as she felt the object inside her move even faster now. “And please... move faster!!”
“Anything... for my... dear customer,” he groaned.
He reached out and began to massage her breasts once again with renewed effort, his hands kneading her firm skin while he maintained a frantic pace inside her.
Ha! ♥ Ha! ♥!
“How is the... massage... Uraraka-san?” he gasped out, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned over her.
“Perfect... ♥ it’s so... nhhng... perfect! ♥” she cried out, her fingers digging into the padding of the table. “Don't stop... please, don't stop!”
Mineta smirked, triumphant. He shifted his weight, hands sliding from her breasts to grip her hips, pining her as he drove harder. The sounds of the slap of their bodies echoed through the sterile room, masked only her moans and his groans.
Ochako’s head thrashed against the headrest, her eye mask slipping. She didn't fix it; she was too far gone. Her body floated, every nerve firing at once. A familiar pressure mounted deep within her it more powerful than any before.
“I’m... nghh... I’m going to—! ♥”
With a final cry, her body went rigid. Muscles clamped down with incredible force as she peaked. As she felt something expand inside of her. She slumped against the table, breathing in short, ragged hitches, her mind finally blank and peaceful.
“Your massage is complete, Uraraka-san,” Mineta said, a smug smile spreading.
He stepped back and withdrew. The condom was bloated, showing a faint trace of blood from the Special Course. Below him, she still trembled, skin slick with oil and sweat, her mind adrift in a haze of incense and tea.
“Thanks for visiting Kei Massage Parlor,” he added, his voice returning to a professional clip. "we hope you return!"
“So, how was the massage, Uraraka-san?” Momo asked as they met up in the library on Monday to compare their papers.
“It was so good, Momo-chan!” Ochako chirped, her voice a bit higher than usual. “I had a great time!”
“That’s wonderful!” Momo replied with a smile.
Just then, she noticed Mineta enter the library, clutching a book whose title she couldn't quite make out from her seat. She watched as Ochako caught sight of him; a deep, sudden blush crept across her friend’s cheeks the moment he glanced toward their table. Momo shrugged it off, turning back to her notes, but Ochako spoke up again.
“Momo-chan?” Ochako said softly.
“Yes?”
“I want to go back there,” Ochako admitted. “I feel like... my report is still a bit incomplete.”
Momo looked up, surprised. “Are you sure? It’s quite expensive there, and I don't think I can cover another session so soon.”
“No problem!” Ochako replied, her face heating up even more as she offered a shaky smile. “They told me... my next one is free!”