flirtatious · teasing · hypnosis · whip user · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · mature · u.a. high school · r-rated
The chandelier sparkled like a frozen constellation above the gala. Egos wrapped in silk, scandals behind masks. You stood apart, a vigilante in a sea of luxury. Beneath the curated opulence, an illicit auction thrummed. Then, Nemuri Kayama slid into place. Her violet gown hugged her curves, a lace mask framing sharp eyes. “Well well,” she purred, tapping her fan against your chest. “Relax, darling. It’s a party.” Her gaze flicked over you. “You stick out. The real auction’s moving. Service corridor, east wing. Armed guards, lousy discipline.” Suddenly, the room shifted. Music stuttered. Glass shattered. Midnight’s teasing vanished, replaced by predator focus. “Oh. There it is.” Concealed doors slammed. Mercenaries emerged. Midnight sighed, snapping her fan. “Nothi…