Mineta
My bare feet slid across the cold floor of the UA dorms. Each step was a mix of terror and excitement. Would I run into Aizawa-sensei? Or worse, Midnight-sensei? No, I couldn't think about that. I had a mission, a mission that only I could complete successfully.
I perfectly remember every room we visited during the contest. But only one really mattered: Hagakure's. Tohru Hagakure, the invisible heroine who had always been my secret fantasy. Not because of her power, obviously, but because... well, because she was invisible, what better fantasy for a pervert like me?
"Mineta, don't be an idiot," I whispered to myself as my hand trembled, reaching her room. "But God, that scent..."
During the contest, when she opened the drawer with her clean underwear, something struck me. A sweet scent, almost non-existent but absolutely feminine. It was as if my nose had a special radar for things so divine. And from that moment on, I knew I had to come back at night.
The door gave way with an almost inaudible click. Thank heavens, these locks weren't complex. I slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind me. The darkness was almost total, but my memory guided me. The room smelled of lavender and... something else, something exclusively Hagakure's.
There she was, in the bed. Or at least, I thought so. A shape under the sheets, breathing rhythmically. Hagakure, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that the devout Mineta was about to desecrate her sanctuary.
My feet carried me almost instinctively towards the dresser. I perfectly remembered where that sacred drawer was. The third one from the top. With hands sweating more than I did in the summer, I began to open it slowly. Clic... a sound too loud for my nerves. I froze, waiting for her to wake up. Nothing. Just the rhythmic sound of my steady breathing.
Finally, I managed to open it enough to slip a hand in. My fingers explored in the darkness until they found... yes, that was it. Soft, delicate fabric. A pink cotton panty with a small white bow in the center. The same one I'd swear I saw under her skirt during class.
"One is enough, Mineta, don't be greedy," I told myself, pulling it out with an almost reverent care.
I brought it to my nose, closing my eyes. Oh my God! That sweet, clean scent, with that indescribably feminine touch. It was better than I had imagined. My body reacted instantly. An erection so powerful it hurt. I couldn't help it. I put the hand with the panty inside my pants, wrapping my member with that soft fabric.
"Ah, Hagakure-chan," I whispered as I started to move my hand. "If only you knew..."
I imagined every fantasy I had ever had about her. Seeing her change in the locker room, that flash of invisible skin that my mind filled in with perfection. Her graceful movements in class, the way her uniform fit a body I couldn't see but which my imagination recreated with precious and unique details.
My movements became more frantic. The soft fabric against my skin, the scent filling my lungs... it was too much. With a bite to my lip to keep from screaming, I spilled into that pink panty. My legs trembled, and for a moment I feared I would fall.
I looked towards the bed. Fortunately, Hagakure was still fast asleep. My breathing was ragged, my body covered in sweat. But then, a darker idea crossed my mind. What if...?
My gaze shifted to the corner of the room. There it was, the laundry basket. A forbidden treasure that Kaminari would give anything to explore. With the panty still in my hand, now stained with my semen, I approached with renewed excitement.
"Kaminari will die of envy when I tell him," I thought with a mischievous smile. "I'm definitely going to brag about this tomorrow."
My hands plunged into the basket. Used fabric, there was a sports bra, socks, and uniform blouses still with the warmth of her body. And then I found it: another panty, this one sky blue, with a small lace on the edges. I pulled it out with trembling hands. It was slightly damp, and the scent was different. More intense, more... personal.
I brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. God! This was the true essence of Hagakure. The smell of her skin, the slight sweat from a day of training, that unique scent from between her legs that I had imagined so many times. My body reacted again, with an almost painful erection.
As I sniffed the dirty panty, I used the clean one to masturbate again. My fantasies became more intense. I was no longer just smelling her clothes; I imagined I was licking her invisible skin, tasting every part of her body. That I could actually see her, naked and willing for me. That I was rubbing my crotch against her body in gym class, in the girls' bathroom, under her sheets...
Just as the orgasm shook me again, my gaze turned to the bed. Could I risk it? Get just a little closer? It would be my only chance.
I slid with calculated steps to her bed, but my feet tripped on something and a loud thud was heard. I froze, waiting for her to wake up, for a scream, anything. Nothing. The silence continued. It seemed strange, did she really not hear that? Was her sleep that heavy?
With more confidence, I approached the bed. I reached out my hand... and found only pillows. No one was there. The sheets were arranged to simulate a shape sleeping, but Hagakure was not there.
"What...?", I muttered, confused.
Why would she do that? If she had gone to the bathroom, why leave everything here? Her boots, her gloves, her slippers... everything was in its place. As if she had left with the purpose of not being discovered.
I turned on the light, at the risk of her being up, waiting to attack me from behind. If I have to die, I prefer to see the door to run as fast as I can, but nothing happened. The room was empty. No one was there. It was as if I had all of Hagakure's room to myself. I lay down on the bed and smiled, bringing the dirty panty back to my nose while I masturbated with the other one. And then...
An exciting idea crossed my mind. Had she gone out naked? Taking advantage of her invisibility to... where would she be? Maybe at a slumber party with another girl? Jiro was on the same floor... Maybe I could...
With my heart beating faster than ever, I decided to go out and investigate. Where would the invisible heroine be in the middle of the night?
This night could be more exciting than I imagined...
